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I suppose it's a good thing all you r*pe and abuse apologists out yourselves by publishing hate against Amber Heard right on your rules, but also fuck you.

#glee rp #this community really is done

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I truly had higher hopes for this.

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I'm so fucking bored.

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One thing that also made it easier for Luke, was that he could just see this as something that Tony needed, that his sub needed, and deserved, so his brain could accommodate for that with less struggle. How non demanding Tony was did too, because the less he demanded from Luke, the more the Dominant wanted to give. Not to say watching his reactions to it all was pretty priceless. He smiled softly, temporarily distracted from his situation by the soft kiss and the look on Tony's beautiful face.

The way those Dominants had been talking about his brother had been vile, cruel, and humiliating, Luke hadn't been able to let it go, and with his growing guilt, it had felt quite cathartic to give into it in an explosion of anger, and feel less weighed down afterwards. He at least had done something for Hunter. He felt Tony's caresses distantly, as he relived the moments that night, there had been at least one when he hadn't been completely sure if he could make it out. He looked at him, the boy retrieving his attention as he spoke, and smiled as he finished, "if you think they can be discreet, then more security for all can't hurt, but I'll have my own as well looking after my brother, Sebastian, and you, from a distance." Because Tony was very often around him, and in his place, and it wouldn't take a genius to know that hurting him would upset Luke, to say the least. He pulled Tony closer to him, "thank you for putting your trust on me." He was glad that even after this, Tony wasn't looking down on him, that he seemed to understand. "I apologize for you having to see me like this, I didn't want to send you home and have you thinking this was in any way related to you." He hadn't been sure if it'd be nice having someone there, if it wouldn't make it all harder, and he still didn't know about someone, but it turned out that having Tony around in this situation was actually helpful, and good. He sipped more of his drink, and loosely pressed his lips to Tony's forehead, "tell me about your day..." he requested, wanting something normal to ground him, and to listen to Tony's voice.

As if he could read Tony's mind, Luke continued to shower him in affection. It didn't feel like he was faking it until he made it either, it felt like he was learning through Tony. He might have never seen interest or felt the need to be affectionate before, but he did seem to now. Tony took a special sense of pride in that, not just because it meant he got special attention but because Luke got to experience it. There was nothing wrong with being aromantic or not wanting anything to do with it, but it felt special that he had been able to share this and open that door. He leaned into every touch, his expression and demeanor softening and getting softer by the second as he sunk into their dynamic and the atmosphere, kissing the hand that stroked his cheek on the palm.

It surprised Tony that Luke had thrown the first hit, but things cleared up when he heard the whole story. Luke was a protective person that took his role as a Dominant to heart at all times. Even without the injury, he could see why Luke would hit someone for talking badly about his brother. Add the injury on top and obviously, tensions were already high. He brought a gentle hand down on the other man's chest, drawing tender circles through the fabric as he listened, waiting until the end to speak. "Obviously, I'm worried about you getting beaten up. And I'm worried about this not ending... I don't want to see you get hurt, and round three could be worse than this. If you haven't already, I can ask for higher security around here. I don't have to say why. I trust you though; if you say it's taken care of, I'll try not to worry." The last thing Luke needed was to worry about Tony freaking out, so he wanted to make that clear.

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Not that I've been active myself, but geez, is this place silent.

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He smiled some, "you have not lived if you haven't experienced high society during a tragedy," he half joked, his tone deadpan. "I suppose not," he shrugged himself. As she took in his offer, he nodded in turn, starting to follow her, "sounds good. Maybe I will avoid the first class rush and return to my suite after that, then." So he could go home without traversing a crowd. He hummed, "I heard it was relationships and sex, neither of which, you might be relieved to know, have anything to do with this." Well, maybe his relationship with his brother, but that was a different talk. As they arrived at her office, he went in after her, and stepped around with a slow, tired breath, looking around her books, and out the window. It was a clear, cold, and pretty early Spring day. "What would you like to know?" He asked, figuring he'd measure what he shared better if he let her ask firs and then considered his own answers, rather than just spill his guts.

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“Depends on who you ask,” he noted, answering the question regardless, “in my circles cordiality is number one even if a murder takes place,” he half joked. He ran his hurt fingers through his hair and arched his brow, “want and need might be different concepts in this context.” He breathed then, weighing his options, “how about, we do go somewhere private with something hot to drink. You can ask me your questions, and I’ll make no promises to answer all of them, but I’ll answer what I can,” he offered, as a compromise, since Zoie had helped him before, and he felt he owed her respect.

The corners of Zoie’s lips turned down a bit in contemplation before she gave a slight shrug. “That applies to most things situations, honestly. But, I get what you’re saying. Not necessarily from experience, I guess, unless you count in the professional sense.” She added with a small smile. “Same goes for that. Is there really even a choice to be had if want and need are in agreement?” She posited. After listening to Lucas suggestion Zoie nodded. “Let’s head to my office, then. I need to get situated for the day, but I’ve also got coffee, hot chocolate, and tea. You’ll have your pick of warm beverage.” Stepping around Lucas she headed in the direction of her office. “I’ll try to keep the questions tamed, I’m just looking to make sure you’re really okay. It is my job, after all. Or so I’ve heard.”

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Luke was in no mood for cute right now, but he did keep it professional. He took a seat on the bed, as Marcus went over to the cabinets, and nodded in turn, glad that he was right, and information would be kept between the, "good." At the reminder, he gritted his teeth through the pain, but took off his shirt, wincing slightly, "I think there's something on my back, as well," he had scraped it on asphalt, when he fell.

He arched his brow at the question, but answered, with somewhat eerie efficiency, a soldier tone to it, "I was ambushed by four Dominants. One of them knocked me to the ground, there were punches and a few kicks, I'm sure. I must've busted my fingers returning the favor. Eventually, I got away. I think I hit my head when I was knocked down, but doesn't seem to be bleeding. According to my assessment, I have cuts here, here, here, and here," he pointed to the three spots on his face, "knuckles are scraped and bruised, and possibly the ribs and back, as I've mentioned. Not sure about anything else."

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Luke was somewhat relieved that it was Marcus there, he’d had more personal talks with Frannie, due to asking about his brother’s condition, so this was easier. Or he hoped it would be. He grimaced at the first comment, though didn’t retort, then rolled his eyes, “I’m fine.” He stated, as he followed him in, dropping his bag on a chair on the way, and asking, “I take it doctor-patient confidentiality applies in the academy?” He didn’t plan on telling him every detail, but he would tell everything that matter, and would rather it be kept between them. “You might want to have a look at my ribs,” he was having a hard time breathing, and he suspected they were at least bruised on his right side, hopefully not broken.

Marcus recognized Lucas Clarington on sight, something he assumed was pretty common for the guy. The grimace and eye-roll weren’t unnoticed but it wasn’t something he drew attention to, believing Lucas had enough on his plate. At the comment he shook his head, laughing softly. “Your mouth says so, but your face says differently my guy.” He teased, moving into one of the clinical rooms, immediately opening several drawers to gather supplies. “Have a seat when you’re ready.” He instructed, nodding towards the bed. “Yeah, it applies.” He said with a nod, also noting the comment about checking Lucas ribs. “Take your shirt off, in that case. We’ll check that first.” Turning, he pulled a stethoscope from a nearby hook before slipping his hands into a pair of gloves. “So, do you want to share anything with me, or would you rather I shoot in the dark?”

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Private Post Luke’s collection. Tony portraits.

#luke's work #roll

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Luke: Pretty good. Luke: I've kind of had a private nurse all week, with Tony hanging around. Luke: What about you, Bast?

Luke 📲 Sebastian

Bas: How are things, Slugger?

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PM: Good. I like it when you're happy, you deserve it. Good boy. You do seem to insist on showing me all sorts of new experiences I'd never been interested in. Cute? Come on, now. I prefer sexy, or manly. Mmm. Who is that someone, can I watch?

PM: I like being with you. Staying with you has been amazing, and I plan on staying until you kick me out. That's fine, I'll keep clear. You'd never been gifted by a sub before either, and here we are. I like collecting these firsts, you're cute when you're happy. Yeah? I'm on my way, mi vida. I'll be home soon. There's someone there that I need to kiss.

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PM: It's always nice to hear it. That is true. Speaking of which, I'll have to miss your beautiful face on Saturday. I need the apartment for a conversation with someone I'm hoping I can be of help to. I'll let you know when it's clear. I've never been spoiled before, but I can hardly imagine this not working for that. Sweet boy. Come home soon, will you?

PM: I think you know the only duress was consensual, Sir. That is true, but they are just flies. We can stay here, inside. Then you only have to see me. Maybe I am, is it working? I just want to take care of you. I know you want these bruises gone as soon as possible, if I can make that happen I will.

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"Depends on who you ask," he noted, answering the question regardless, "in my circles cordiality is number one even if a murder takes place," he half joked. He ran his hurt fingers through his hair and arched his brow, "want and need might be different concepts in this context." He breathed then, weighing his options, "how about, we do go somewhere private with something hot to drink. You can ask me your questions, and I'll make no promises to answer all of them, but I'll answer what I can," he offered, as a compromise, since Zoie had helped him before, and he felt he owed her respect.

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Luke pressed his lips. He didn’t really expect to get away with it, but one had to try, right? At her blunt question though, he tensed almost imperceptibly around his shoulders, and quickly glanced around, but they were alone. “Come now, cordiality isn’t dead, is it?” He joked, though his tone was more flat, then shook his head, “not really a question for a school hall.” He pointed out, though he didn’t try to move past her, “what are the chances you let me go?”

Zoie caught the purse in Lucas lips, but wasn’t phased by it. In her daily life as well as in her job, she found herself in the position to take in details while showing no outward reaction. “Cordiality?” Zoie parroted, shifting her head from side-to-side as if in contemplation. “No, it’s not. But, that’s also not what is really called for here, is it?” She asked, ensuring the question came out as rhetorical. Shrugging, she glanced in the direction of her office. “Maybe not, but if being somewhere more private is what you’d prefer that could easily be arranged.” Giving the other time to respond she took in the question. “I mean, I can’t exactly force you to say anything. But, I would appreciate it if you would.” 

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Luke was somewhat relieved that it was Marcus there, he'd had more personal talks with Frannie, due to asking about his brother's condition, so this was easier. Or he hoped it would be. He grimaced at the first comment, though didn't retort, then rolled his eyes, "I'm fine." He stated, as he followed him in, dropping his bag on a chair on the way, and asking, "I take it doctor-patient confidentiality applies in the academy?" He didn't plan on telling him every detail, but he would tell everything that matter, and would rather it be kept between them. "You might want to have a look at my ribs," he was having a hard time breathing, and he suspected they were at least bruised on his right side, hopefully not broken.

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Bruised And Blue @itsamarcusjones

Luke glanced down at his phone and sighed, trying to see through the swell that was growing in his eyes, and the blood, to reply to Sebastian with his sore fingers. He had felt himself up and had felt a definite cut on his right eyebrow, another on his nose bridge, and one on his lip, there was also a very hot spot, pulsating, around his left eye, which he suspected would be black by tomorrow. Sebastian had at least told him where the hospital wing was, so he could more or less situate himself in the dim lights, until he found the brightly lit section of the Carson Hall, which had to be what he was looking for.

As he approached, he saw the scrawling letters saying Hospital Wing, and took a breath as he went for the door, easily entering as it was open, “hello?” He called, figuring either the doctor or the nurse should be around.

There was no doubt that Marcus loved his job, and had never for a second regretted it. Really he didn’t regret taking the position at Bridgeport either. When he graduated he experienced a little confusion about what he wanted to specialize in. General Practice hadn’t interested him much, but the ER wasn’t somewhere he wanted to be consistently either. Taking the job at the academy had seemed like the perfect fit, a mix of both worlds. Ultimately Marcus loved his job, but for the most part it was a little slow. For that reason, he found himself lounging on one of the empty beds, scrolling through his phone, when he heard a voice calling through the hall, from the front of the wing. Getting up he made his way into sight, his eyebrows raising when he took in the sight before him. “Well that’s not something you see every day.” Marcus commented, tipping his head back towards the clinic area. “Follow me, big guy. Unless you’d prefer I bring a wheelchair?”

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Luke pressed his lips. He didn't really expect to get away with it, but one had to try, right? At her blunt question though, he tensed almost imperceptibly around his shoulders, and quickly glanced around, but they were alone. "Come now, cordiality isn't dead, is it?" He joked, though his tone was more flat, then shook his head, "not really a question for a school hall." He pointed out, though he didn't try to move past her, "what are the chances you let me go?"

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Luke was deep inside his head, so he was nearly startled when his name was called, he had almost walked past her when he stopped in instinct, so that they were shoulder to shoulder now. He looked at her, in surprise, then heard the questions and grimaced. Well, great. He made a smile, “hello there, Zoie. Yes, I’m fine, thank you, and you?” He found that often times pretending not to catch someone’s drift worked well, though he suspected it might not with the too insightful therapist. “Just had a little run in. It’s all taken care of.” He offered, hoping it to be enough.

Cocking her head, Zoie took in the look of him from head to toe, brows furrowing. At Lucas response her eyes snapped upward, and her expression melted into one of blatant disbelief- it was obvious she wasn’t bamboozled. “Right, right. Oh, I’m just grand, in fact I just got a call that I’ve been named the new Queen of England.” Raising one eyebrow Zoie jutted her hip, illustrating her intention to stay put. “Just a little run-in, you say.” She repeated, nodding in an exaggerated manner. “With who’s fist?” 

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Bruised And Blue @itsamarcusjones

Luke glanced down at his phone and sighed, trying to see through the swell that was growing in his eyes, and the blood, to reply to Sebastian with his sore fingers. He had felt himself up and had felt a definite cut on his right eyebrow, another on his nose bridge, and one on his lip, there was also a very hot spot, pulsating, around his left eye, which he suspected would be black by tomorrow. Sebastian had at least told him where the hospital wing was, so he could more or less situate himself in the dim lights, until he found the brightly lit section of the Carson Hall, which had to be what he was looking for.

As he approached, he saw the scrawling letters saying Hospital Wing, and took a breath as he went for the door, easily entering as it was open, "hello?" He called, figuring either the doctor or the nurse should be around.

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Luke was deep inside his head, so he was nearly startled when his name was called, he had almost walked past her when he stopped in instinct, so that they were shoulder to shoulder now. He looked at her, in surprise, then heard the questions and grimaced. Well, great. He made a smile, "hello there, Zoie. Yes, I'm fine, thank you, and you?" He found that often times pretending not to catch someone's drift worked well, though he suspected it might not with the too insightful therapist. "Just had a little run in. It's all taken care of." He offered, hoping it to be enough.

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Open - Aftermath

Luke stepped out of the administration’s office, and walked in a quick step out of the building. The dean had assured everything would be taken care of in the way he wanted it to, Mr. Clarington. Sometimes, having his family name wasn’t the worse thing, despite it all. He was still carrying some heavy bruising, starkly visible on his face and knuckles, and though he couldn’t avoid all of the rumors, he had also warned them he’d be taking a couple of days off, to avoid the thick of it. Just having to walk around in campus the last two days, he’d caught enough eyes, murmurs, and whispers. He was ready for all of this to go away.

Zoie swung her bag over her shoulder as she moved across campus, heading hurriedly from her housing quarters towards her office. She wasn’t late, persay. Really, she never was. But, she had gotten a later start than normal this morning and the delay was obviously affecting her. Glancing up Zoie nearly passed by Luke without stopping, her mind preoccupied. But, the obvious markings on his face caught her attention, bringing her to a complete stop. “Lucas?” She asked, eyes widening in shock. “Are you alright? What happened?”

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Arrangements @itselliskarofsky

Luke glanced at the clock on his mantel as he heard the knock on the door. He had just been setting things up, so he set down the kettle on the coffee table, and went to get the door. He had told Tony he'd be having a conversation and asked him to give them some time. He was still bruised, but it was almost faded now, some yellow and light purple about his face and on his knuckles. He was pleased the other wasn't late, as that did seem to bode well. Since he wanted to appear as least intimidating as possible, he was wearing a dark gray sweater and dark blue jeans, only.

"Hello, Ellis, please come in," he greeted gently as he opened the door, moving to let the other inside, "I only do request you take off your shoes, inside." Even he only wore shoes inside for scenes, and then he had select ones that he never wore out. "Come, take a seat." He closed the door behind him, locking it, and guided him to the living room taking a seat himself on the armchair and gesturing to the couch, "do you like tea?" He asked, pointing to the selection of boxes of different tea bags, and leaning over to start pouring a cup for himself, to give the other a moment to think and answer.

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