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muserevival2013-12-23 02:12 am
sleepmywaytothetop) wrote in muserevival2013-12-23 02:12 am
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Word of the Day 019.
Calamity
n. 1. a great misfortune or disaster, as a flood or serious injury. 2. grievous affliction; adversity; misery: the calamity of war.
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Ryder had been working all day, and considering it was a gay orgy porno he was working on at present, he was absolutely zapped. Not even Red Bull could get him another boner by the time filming was wrapping that evening. He was going to go home, take (another) shower, a long and hot one this time, and then crash in bed. At least there was a break for Christmas now, and maybe he could have a good fuck with someone where a camera wasn’t rolling for a change.
He even cheated with dinner and stopped at Subway for a foot-long. Ironic, considering inches of another kind were the name of his business. He was starving and luckily stuffing inches in his mouth was a skilled talent he had honed, because the thing lasted all of two minutes, at best. It was washed down with a Dr Pepper, and one last stop to pick up a six-pack was made before he headed home to his SoHo apartment. He lived alone these days, ever since Tyler tried to do himself in that awful night and Ryder had come home to find him unconscious and bleeding out on the bathroom floor. They now knew it was a mental illness, and a whole bunch of other compounding factors, but that night, Ryder had never been more scared in his life. Tyler’s blood was everywhere, and it got all over Ryder, who had an open cut on his finger after a run-in with a kitchen knife chopping celery for a healthy smoothie. It led to a terrifying three month wait for a HIV test, and during those months, Ryder had been so convinced he had been infected.
He had been bombarded with strong antibiotics that make him horribly sick, and he rode it out the best he could. For obvious reasons, he hadn’t been able to work as a porn star while he was waiting on the results, and luckily too, because he had been too wrecked to manage it. Ultimately, he was cleared, and it came out that he really had literally saved Tyler’s life that night because he had taking someone’s stolen opiate medication, overdosed on that with his own meds so it would knocked him out and he wouldn’t be able to get cold feet when he cut his wrists. As much as none of them wanted to face it, Tyler intended to die that night, no questions asked, and it was one of many attempts when his family only knew of one failed attempt to nearly jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. They had all made the bad mistake of assuming his behaviour was from drug addiction when it was actually a case of the drug addiction coming from an undiagnosed mental illness that had been triggered by the trauma of his sexual assault. Before that, Tyler had the world at his feet, and now he was barely clutching onto a will to live, but was finally getting the treatment he needed and was living back with his ex-fiancé, Nathan, a doctor who was now his legal medical proxy.
It was a long and complicated tale, but Ryder knew Tyler never stopped loving Nathan. He just should have known something was up when he never mentioned his twin brother. Nathan was out of the picture at that point, and Ryder was one of the only people Tyler had left in his life when his family walked out after Jeremy’s accident and Tyler’s imprisonment because he was going to end up killing them from stress alone. It was after Tyler had been released from prison on appeal that Ryder took him under his wing. He had absolutely zero control over anything Tyler did, let alone the ability to stop his hard drug habit. But at least Tyler had a safe place to come home to each night, even if he was trashed about 90% of the time.
Lately, Ryder had just steered clear, because he knew how serious Tyler’s situation had gotten. But he was progressing, and was having more regular better days and less of the catatonia, suicidal mindset, and paranoia since Jeremy was back at his side. Jeremy was just... Jeremy. A sweetheart, and so different to Tyler in so many ways. He was the recovering coma patient, nearly accidentally killed by his own twin, but he wouldn’t let anyone lay blame on Tyler or speak ill of him. The one person who should be struggling, and angry, and trying to find something to blame was now Tyler’s biggest supportive foundations. At least when Tyler showed signs of remembering him.
The last Ryder heard, however, was that Tyler was okay, and okay was a good starting base to kick off from. There was some tiny sparks of memory of his twin, he had been getting closer to Nate again, and was obediently following the treatment regime. Which is why Ryder dropped the bag he had been carrying with a few groceries from the 7-Eleven when he stepped out of the elevator and found Tyler sprawled prone and unmoving in front of his apartment door.
“Oh, no, no, no, no!” Ryder pleaded, not wanting to believe this was happening again to him. Tyler’s nose was bleeding and he was lying in a pool of his own vomit. He checked for a pulse, expecting again to not find one, but it was there. He was breathing too. Well, thank fuck for small miracles. That didn’t explain why the hell Tyler was there and unconscious with...
He had to do a double take, but when he saw the little cellophane bag near Tyler’s hand, he reached over to pick it up. He got a strong stench of hard booze coming off him, and this bag had crystal meth, of all fucking things. Ryder angrily threw it against the wall, frustrated, but upset and near crying to know Tyler had slipped and slipped badly. He debated for a handful of seconds whether to call an ambulance or call Nate.
He slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall and dropping his head back against it. He took his cell phone out and quickly brought up Nate’s number, praying to himself that Tyler hadn’t had any of the meth. It was probably wishful thinking, but with Tyler, all they had left these days were wishes.
Ryder Chase // Original Character // 1,060 words
-tearingloveapart used with permission and thanks to his writer, references this
n. 1. a great misfortune or disaster, as a flood or serious injury. 2. grievous affliction; adversity; misery: the calamity of war.
Ryder had been working all day, and considering it was a gay orgy porno he was working on at present, he was absolutely zapped. Not even Red Bull could get him another boner by the time filming was wrapping that evening. He was going to go home, take (another) shower, a long and hot one this time, and then crash in bed. At least there was a break for Christmas now, and maybe he could have a good fuck with someone where a camera wasn’t rolling for a change.
He even cheated with dinner and stopped at Subway for a foot-long. Ironic, considering inches of another kind were the name of his business. He was starving and luckily stuffing inches in his mouth was a skilled talent he had honed, because the thing lasted all of two minutes, at best. It was washed down with a Dr Pepper, and one last stop to pick up a six-pack was made before he headed home to his SoHo apartment. He lived alone these days, ever since Tyler tried to do himself in that awful night and Ryder had come home to find him unconscious and bleeding out on the bathroom floor. They now knew it was a mental illness, and a whole bunch of other compounding factors, but that night, Ryder had never been more scared in his life. Tyler’s blood was everywhere, and it got all over Ryder, who had an open cut on his finger after a run-in with a kitchen knife chopping celery for a healthy smoothie. It led to a terrifying three month wait for a HIV test, and during those months, Ryder had been so convinced he had been infected.
He had been bombarded with strong antibiotics that make him horribly sick, and he rode it out the best he could. For obvious reasons, he hadn’t been able to work as a porn star while he was waiting on the results, and luckily too, because he had been too wrecked to manage it. Ultimately, he was cleared, and it came out that he really had literally saved Tyler’s life that night because he had taking someone’s stolen opiate medication, overdosed on that with his own meds so it would knocked him out and he wouldn’t be able to get cold feet when he cut his wrists. As much as none of them wanted to face it, Tyler intended to die that night, no questions asked, and it was one of many attempts when his family only knew of one failed attempt to nearly jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. They had all made the bad mistake of assuming his behaviour was from drug addiction when it was actually a case of the drug addiction coming from an undiagnosed mental illness that had been triggered by the trauma of his sexual assault. Before that, Tyler had the world at his feet, and now he was barely clutching onto a will to live, but was finally getting the treatment he needed and was living back with his ex-fiancé, Nathan, a doctor who was now his legal medical proxy.
It was a long and complicated tale, but Ryder knew Tyler never stopped loving Nathan. He just should have known something was up when he never mentioned his twin brother. Nathan was out of the picture at that point, and Ryder was one of the only people Tyler had left in his life when his family walked out after Jeremy’s accident and Tyler’s imprisonment because he was going to end up killing them from stress alone. It was after Tyler had been released from prison on appeal that Ryder took him under his wing. He had absolutely zero control over anything Tyler did, let alone the ability to stop his hard drug habit. But at least Tyler had a safe place to come home to each night, even if he was trashed about 90% of the time.
Lately, Ryder had just steered clear, because he knew how serious Tyler’s situation had gotten. But he was progressing, and was having more regular better days and less of the catatonia, suicidal mindset, and paranoia since Jeremy was back at his side. Jeremy was just... Jeremy. A sweetheart, and so different to Tyler in so many ways. He was the recovering coma patient, nearly accidentally killed by his own twin, but he wouldn’t let anyone lay blame on Tyler or speak ill of him. The one person who should be struggling, and angry, and trying to find something to blame was now Tyler’s biggest supportive foundations. At least when Tyler showed signs of remembering him.
The last Ryder heard, however, was that Tyler was okay, and okay was a good starting base to kick off from. There was some tiny sparks of memory of his twin, he had been getting closer to Nate again, and was obediently following the treatment regime. Which is why Ryder dropped the bag he had been carrying with a few groceries from the 7-Eleven when he stepped out of the elevator and found Tyler sprawled prone and unmoving in front of his apartment door.
“Oh, no, no, no, no!” Ryder pleaded, not wanting to believe this was happening again to him. Tyler’s nose was bleeding and he was lying in a pool of his own vomit. He checked for a pulse, expecting again to not find one, but it was there. He was breathing too. Well, thank fuck for small miracles. That didn’t explain why the hell Tyler was there and unconscious with...
He had to do a double take, but when he saw the little cellophane bag near Tyler’s hand, he reached over to pick it up. He got a strong stench of hard booze coming off him, and this bag had crystal meth, of all fucking things. Ryder angrily threw it against the wall, frustrated, but upset and near crying to know Tyler had slipped and slipped badly. He debated for a handful of seconds whether to call an ambulance or call Nate.
He slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall and dropping his head back against it. He took his cell phone out and quickly brought up Nate’s number, praying to himself that Tyler hadn’t had any of the meth. It was probably wishful thinking, but with Tyler, all they had left these days were wishes.
Ryder Chase // Original Character // 1,060 words
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tearingloveapart used with permission and thanks to his writer, references this