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Seeing Harper wearing one of his hoodies just did something for him, and it was a bit of a struggle trying to brush past the satisfying stroke of possessiveness that just ran through him as he swiftly eyed Harper's physique up and down. But then, Harper's face was pressed against his rippling chest, where Harp could probably feel the delighted jumps and thrums of his heartbeat. With that, the big man made a pleasant sound of low-toned laughter, dipping forward when Harper looked up at him again so that their noses could teasingly brush in an eskimo kiss.

He was about to dive in for a real open-mouthed kiss when he heard Harper confessing that he thought he left------------- in the most heartbreakingly soft and sad way. Slade had no reason to lie, though; if he didn't want to wait 'till morning to leave then he'd already be gone. ...But that didn't mean that leaving tomorrow was going to be any easier, truly. Slade could feel the impending darkness sitting heavily behind his rotted ribcage; tomorrow only promised more pain from separation, separation that was going to be a long-standing battle between Slade and his instincts. His heart.

It has to be this way, though.

"Yeah...?" Slade doesn't want to linger on any of the heaviness or the sadness, however. And so he turns away slightly with a handsome little grin on his lips, hands sifting through the pair of medium-sized grocery bags. "Grown men aren't supposed to cook?" He didn't really want to wait until the morning, as hanging around even longer just to make breakfast would've tempted Slade to further prolong his stay. And he just doesn't want to risk looking needier or more fucking ridiculous. This way, he looks like a regular dominant in the midst of providing aftercare------------ not some overly infatuated fool waiting around for extra affection.

"I was thinking about beef and veggie bowls, but I can switch out the beef for tofu if you prefer vegetarian." And, if it looks like there's too much food and other meal selections leftover for Harper to have later, Slade's not going to mention it. He was used to this. Though many members within his circle weren't necessarily blood, they were still family in every other way that mattered, and none of them would've hesitated around at having to purchase groceries for someone else in need. Slade didn't know about Harper's situation specifically, but he was still able to pick up on unsaid things due to his experience.

"You're all bruised up, right? So you need to eat your protein so that you can heal properly," he commented over his shoulder with a small, mischievous grin, and went about locating the right cooking utensils----------- which took a moment as he wasn't entirely familiar with everything in Harper's kitchen.

But I could've been, a horrid voice whispers at the back of his mind, one that he has to shake off in order to remain in the moment, not falling into the desperation and despair of what could've been. They were not relationship material; beyond that, they were not each other's. No matter what the corrupted, toxic hunger inside of Slade kept demanding of him. He had his vices... but he wasn't going to let desire control all that he was. Not fully. And with a shake of his head to clear his thoughts, he starts up the rice in the smaller cooker, then grabs peppers and zucchini for slicing and chopping.

"I'll be quick so that we can both get to bed. I know how much you miss cuddling up to me," glances up once from the knife, eyes sparkling provocatively. "Not to worry. I'll agree to be your teddy bear tonight, babe."

All of Harper's put-ons, his masks, were there for one singular reason. Despite pretending to be confident, like he didn't care about anything, he did. He cared more than most and he wasn't any good at dealing with the overwhelming emotions that flooded his senses. He was unable to distance himself from his emotions, instead reacting to them immediately and without thought. It was like his body would act on its own, making the worst possible decisions again and again. It was hard to learn to make better choices when he couldn't even explain half the choices that he made.

Hearing Slade call him baby did something to help keep Harper calm. The unfortunate truth about being with Harper was that it would never be a normal, healthy relationship. Instead, it was an exhausting dance of keeping all of Harper's neurotic anxieties in check. Was it fair that Harper forced the people around him to keep him sane? Of course not. But then Harper had never cared too much about being fair.

The difference in their age only made it more obvious just how immature and childish Harper could be. He was lucky Slade would even talk to him after some of the tantrums he threw. Harper would say it was only because of the sex, but deep down he knew there was more than that. That was the worst part of it all. Clearly, Slade felt something deeper for him, but he didn't know how deep that river ran or how close he was before he exhausted all of his patience and lost Slade for good.

As they moved through the apartment, Harper god himself dried off and dressed in a pair of pajama pants and an oversized hoodie that may or may not have originally been sourced from Slade. Harper couldn't even remember who it originally belonged to, but it was comforting the way it swallowed him up and kept him warm. He even had the hood up, keeping himself warm in an apartment that often got far too frigid for Harper's liking. Sure, he could turn on the heat, but the large open spaces often meant the whole place ended up on the colder side.

He was thankful that Slade had given him some work to do and watched the man plod out of the room. It didn't take long for him to strip the bed down, throwing all the dirty sheets into his laundry hamper. He was able to pull out new sheets and covers, putting the bed together until it looked nice. Exhausted from that much movement, Harper collapsed on the bed, letting out a loud sigh.

So tired from the night's activities, Harper decided to close his eyes and wait for Slade's return. His eyes slid shut as he waited, dozing off for what he thought was only a moment or two. Waking with a start, Harper looked around the still empty room. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it had felt like no time at all. He was oblivious to the fact that it had been about twenty minutes since he first sat down. That was why when he got up and walked out to the main area of his apartment, he expected Slade to still be rummaging through his kitchen, or whatever that man was doing. But instead, there was silence.

Harper looked around, his mind revving up as he realized Slade was gone. It was like ice water being dumped all over him. God, he was stupid. Of course, Slade left. Abandoned. Isola--

His spiral was cut off almost as fast as it had begun. Walking through the door, grocery bag in hand, was Slade. He looked so casual and confident, smiling at Harper like this was all so normal. The oversized sleeves of his hoodie were hiding the way his nails were digging into his palms. It hadn't been long enough for him to start crying, though given a few minutes he would have been. He kept his eyes locked on Slade watching as the other came closer. His voice was so calm, so free of worry.

Giving a small nod, Harper leaned forward into the other's touch. He pressed his face against the other's chest before his head was lifted and he looked up into Slade's eyes. "I fell asleep. I didn't mean to, but I dozed off and then you were gone. I thought you left. I thought you lied." His relief was palpable as he kept himself pressed against Slade. He was all wrapped up in his emotions and it would take a bit of effort before he was willing to let go.

It never occurred to him that Slade would go out shopping or want to cook for him. Food wasn't even on his mind in this moment. This final burst of emotions had managed to wear Harper out just as much as Slade. He was too exhausted to think and instead just wanted to be told what to do. So without even deciding it, Harper began looking to Slade for any kind of instruction. "Are you going to cook?" He said it like it was an impossible option. Why would Slade bother with that?

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wanted plots based on stories from greek mythology.

psyche and eros. muse a, despite their beauty and alluring presence seen and felt by everyone who meets them, has never been in a relationship before. it was adorable when they were young, but now that they’re in their mid - twenties, it’s becoming sort of pathetic. so muse a decides to join a popular dating app. they match with muse b, a mysterious user who doesn’t even have any recognizable pictures on their profile, but they immediately develop a connection despite muse b refusing to reveal their identity. little does muse a know, muse b is a tech billionaire and the founder of the app itself, but has sworn off public attention and romantic vulnerability. drawn to muse a’s sincerity, muse b breaks their own rules and begins a secret relationship with muse a—on the condition that they never try to find out who muse b really is.

helen and paris. muse is married to a powerful senator—polished, admired, and constantly in the public eye. they’re seen as the perfect political spouse. but behind closed doors, their life is scripted, controlled, and painfully hollow. then comes muse b—a young, charming foreign diplomat’s son / daughter visiting from abroad. muse b offers muse a something no one else has: escape. what begins as a fleeting connection at a political gala becomes an affair that ignites international scandal when muse a vanishes with muse b without a word.

andromeda and perseus. muse a is from a high - profile political family. when a photo of them is leaked in connection to a crime they didn’t commit, the media turns them into a scapegoat—framing them as reckless, spoiled, and dangerous. to protect their reputation, muse a’s family cuts them off, leaving them to take the fall alone. enter muse b, an investigative journalist. while chasing a story on corruption and cover - ups, they stumble across muse a’s case and suspects there’s more beneath the headlines. against warnings from their editors and threats from powerful people, muse b digs deeper and helps muse a disappear from the public eye.

persephone and hades. muse a is an aspiring artist, open - minded and warm, constantly seeking new experiences. muse b is a once celebrated artist, but their life was shattered by a public scandal that forced them into seclusion. they now run an underground art gallery, where muse a has decided to work at. the two form an unlikely bond over art, and their attraction becomes undeniable. muse a is drawn to the complexity of muse b’s world, and muse b is captivated by the light muse a brings into their darkness. but as their connection deepens, muse a begins to question if they can ever truly leave the shadows of muse b’s world behind, and muse b must confront their own demons before they can fully accept the love that muse a offers.

aphrodite and hephaestus. muse a is a genius mechanic and inventor, the quiet, unassuming mastermind behind some of the most groundbreaking technologies in the world. muse b is the epitome of glamour, beauty, and social power. a supermodel adored by millions. the two met years ago, before the fame and the glamour. back then, they were everything to each other—muse b was muse a’s muse, their reason to live, and muse a was muse b’s sanctuary. their love was simple and deep, until muse b’s growing fame tore them apart. but years later, when their paths cross once again, the unresolved love between them burns fiercely, hotter than ever. muse a is still broken, still scarred by the betrayal. muse b, too, is now just as damaged—their perfect life a mask for the regret and guilt they carry for leaving muse a behind. yet neither can deny the connection and chemistry that’s always existed between them. muse a wants to believe in muse b again, but they can’t forget how muse b abandoned them. muse b wants nothing more than to show muse a they’ve changed, but they don’t know if muse a will ever trust them again.

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the fast and the furious, dir rob cohen / i'm your man, mitski

i can feel it gettin' near like flashlights comin' down the way one day, you'll figure me out i'll meet judgement by the hounds people always gave me love others were never to blame after all you believe me like a god i betray you like a man

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Slade recognized the very moment Harper's voice changed; only, he had no idea where the sudden strain of emotion was coming from, as though a nervous lump had formed in his throat. Followed by more of his looking down and away at anything that wasn't Slade------------ more tiny traces of visibly rattled behavior that cut away at the illusion of Harper's typical mask of poise and sensual charisma. Now, Slade had already known that Harper was more... complicated than he usually let on, and it was why, initially, Slade had no interest in dipping into Harper's world. The boy was clearly surrounded by individuals who provoked a lot of negative or fake behaviors out of him; they weren't good for him but it also wasn't Slade's place to tell him that.

Nonetheless... it makes sense why a lot of that falls apart when he's in Slade's presence, and he becomes a real boy with real wants, needs, and fears-------------- because Slade's very much a real man who doesn't require, or even desire, any of the shallow pretenses. But watching Harp start to express his feelings was always a bit of a shock to Slade's system, as he took in Harper awkwardly trying and glancing away and slightly fumbling. He wants Slade to take care of him?

"Baby, I-------------" I'm trying to.

Something within Slade wanted to understand, yet he remembered again that it was just the treacherous impulses of his heart again. The very useless thing that would have him longing for someone who was never going to actually love him back, and he shouldn't be letting that bedroom passion keep leaking into everything else they did together.

He's taken off guard by Harper standing with him, falling back into his seduction that will never not work on Slade, but that also wasn't totally necessary. With a roguish, irresistible soft smile that trickled tenderness up to his entire gaze, Slade merely reached up to scrub his thumb along Harper's cheekbone. A moment goes by as he tilts his head, tries to read Harper a bit more.

"I need you, too. So let's clean up and get ready for bed, yeah?" It's his gentle way of encouraging Harper along, because where Harper was physically spent, Slade was emotionally drained and ready to just hold Harp in his arms for the rest of the night. Soft affection that he didn't seek out very often, though he craved it now, and maybe, just maybe, that was some of where Harper's clinginess was coming from, too. A clingy Harper wasn't necessarily one he didn't like; it was new and refreshing and, deep down, Slade suspected that he could spend the rest of his lifetime wanting Harper's touch and never grow tired of it.

After they got out together, the big man focused on gathering up his dirty clothes, wallet, and keys, then slipped into something clean----------- a snug v-neck shirt and loose-fitting athletic pants that he must've forgotten over here a long time ago thanks to another desperate tryst. He did wonder, in the back of his mind, how many of his hoodies had Harper stolen too, but he wasn't going to press him to give anything back. That Harper wanted any lingering memories of Slade at all was... interesting.

He wandered out of the room and into the kitchen while Harp was still fixing up the bed, just to see about grabbing some water and food, when he'd tugged open the fridge to see not very much packed inside. Okay, not terribly surprising; Harper lived alone and might not be concerned with always keeping the place stocked up for other people. But it did make Slade want to cook something for him, and just ensure that he had access to properly nutritious food in general. ...Not trying to control Harper, but it was in Slade's culture to make sure that loved ones were eating.

Loved ones.

Shaking off the thought, Slade goes to slip on his shoes by the door, and heads out to the night market around the block. They were a bit far from Slade's own house, as he preferred living in the outskirts of the city, but he knew this neighborhood thanks to all of his, uh... late night travels over. He spends about thirty minutes getting there and back, reentering the unlocked apartment by shouldering open the door with a grocery bag in each hand. Thinks he'll make maybe a couple of beef and veggie bowls and...

"Hey," smiles stunningly in Harp's direction as he makes it back into the kitchen, "I felt like cooking so I went out to the store really quick." But then------------- he turns to Harper, shortly realizing that he'd probably thought the worst about him. ...Not that Slade believed it was too big of a deal, or that Harp cared that much, but he still reached out for him, sweetly grasping for Harp's chin to steer the boy towards looking him in the eyes again. "Aw. Thought I disappeared on ya?"

Harper was surprised at just how good the man was at massaging his feet. He relaxed back and let out an eager groan as he was touched by the man. Those hands which had left him bruised and unable to move now were taking care of him and helping him relax and recoup. How Slade could manage to be both so brutal and so kind confused Harper, but at this moment he was just enjoying it. All that he wanted was to feel safe and comfortable and Slade was doing all the right things to keep him properly subdued. Harper felt calm and lazy like he could rest in this moment for hours without being disrupted. It was a sense of safety he wasn't entirely used to.

"All the credit? Wow. Someone's pretty cocky." Of course, the other wasn't wrong. It had been the feeling of being broken down so completely that had him feeling relaxed in this moment. He gently sank deeper into the tub, letting the water come up past his chin as he soaked himself completely, clouds of bubbles surrounding him and obscuring the coy smirk on his lips.

Are you going to be okay getting out by yourself?

It's an innocuous question, innocent and purely just Slade checking in on him. But Harper's mind, ever anxious and self-destructive, can't help but hear some hidden meaning. Did Harper think Slade was about to stand up and leave this instant? No. Did his brain start to panic at the thought alone? Almost instantly. He does his best to stay cool, focusing on the massage to his feet instead of his racing thoughts. Slade said he didn't have to leave until morning. Harper didn't need to worry. But then again, what if Slade's anger came back? What if he left for good this time? What if, no matter what he did, Harper wasn't enough?

Dipping beneath the water for just a moment, Harper took a moment, desperately trying to calm his mind down. He sat back up, using water from the faucet to clean his face of any soap before he finally opened his eyes back up, looking at Slade with a hard to decipher stare.

"No."

There was a tightness to his response like he was choking it out. It was a lie, the warm bath and kind hands having helped Harper regain his senses and control over his legs. He wasn't even sure what the point of the lie was. To force Slade into helping him? To guilt him into staying longer? There was only a few moments before he followed himself up. "Or, yes but--" He looked to the side, unsure what he was even doing at this point. "I want you to take care of me." He couldn't look at Slade as he made his confession. It was nothing in the grand scheme of things, but the pure act of trying to be honest was out of character for Harper.

Noticing how the other was looking around, Harper easily guessed what the man was looking for. "There are extra towels under the sink. I have some clothes you left in my closet." He shrugged, acting like it was casual and meant nothing that he kept the other's clothes and had them cleaned and put away. Maybe it did mean nothing. Who knew why Harper did half the things that he did.

Finally looking back towards the other, Harper tilted his head. Was that true? Part of him wanted to ask, but he decided to bite back the question. Why bother asking a question when he couldn't handle the answer? He took a moment before slowly standing up himself. Despite his admission, he couldn't sit still any longer. He removed the plug from the drain, the water in his bath quickly emptying. "I need you right now, daddy." It was a dangerous game to play, his body was already pushed to its limit. But this was the one way he knew to make sure Slade kept wanting him and, in his insecurity, he was willing to do anything it took to prove to himself that this wasn't going to suddenly be over when the sun rose and Slade came to his senses.

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A BLURRED LOVE

Into One Another III, To PPP,  Berlinde De Bruyckere (2010) / Hysterics of Love, Eric Fischl (1997) / We Are All Flesh, Berlinde De Bruyckere (2009)

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The Pitt: on cycles of grief and trauma

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No but the way Yelena blocked her younger self's ears to try and shield her from the horrors she had not yet lived

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@moondustlings

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He didn't expect to be grinning all into his phone all of a sudden.

[ Pretty Nan 😍 ⟶ ✉︎ ] The ancestors some damn snitches.

The abrupt skip to his heartbeat was familiar------------- all that new crush energy settling in, emerging from the unlikeliest of places. How could he have not noticed any of this earlier? How could he have been so blind? If he'd caught her lingering gaze... or a tiny bit of flirting maybe here or there... it would've changed the game for him, most definitely. Because one text from Nanisca has his blood running hotter with excitement than any recent texts from Raven, or anyone else. ...And he's going to go with the feeling, even if it's probably not the best of ideas, because he's not gonna be able to go back to one of his favorite restaurants if things don't work out. But--------------- but all that seems to pale in comparison to the sudden burning, blazing in his veins, all that focused passion pointing into one direction.

The desire to have her, please her, make her smile like no one else has.

[ Pretty Nan 😍 ⟶ ✉︎ ] What are your favorite hobbies or things to do? Just to give me some date ideas. [ Pretty Nan 😍 ⟶ ✉︎ ] Or you could turn it all over to me and let me take care of it.

Caesar's definitely wide awake now, climbing out of bed with smoldering dark cinnamon eyes unable to look up from his phone screen until he's idly padded towards the balcony, a curtain lightly brushing into him once he steps to lean against the doorframe. All he sees is rain, and green------------- a lazy day to catch up on the gym and some reading, he decides. He'll shower first and then go make it happen... even though a huge part of him would rather be rushing over to Nan's, even now, and kissing her. As if with that initial confusion out of the way, he'd been struck by the swift brutality of longing, desire. Although...

He's been here before.

Falling fast is always a mistake.

nanisca spent the rest of the date pretending like she wasn't watching them. pretending she wasn’t taking mental notes every time he smiled at the girl across the table. like she wasn't calculating every laugh, smile and flip of hair to gauge if this one would stick. she shouldn't care. she didn't care. still she was quietly grading the date like it was an audition. each time she swung by the table with a new drink or a refill of bread, her chest did a little stutter-step. her fingers brushed his a second too long when she dropped off the dessert. and when she spotted his number, scrawled on the back of a receipt like a secret just for her, she squealed. out loud. in front of coworkers. before shoving the thing into her apron like it might vanish if she looked too hard.

she didn’t text him at first. she spent four whole days analyzing that moment with her girls. night one: voice notes. reenacting the smile, the tone, the exact curve of the “r” in appreciate it, nan. night two: a group facetime where one of her girls paused insecure to shout “BABY GIRL. HE WANTS YOU.” night three: they made a spreadsheet of pros and cons and decided caesar was “emotionally unavailable in a sexy way.” by day four they'd laughed, argued, paused the same show just to go over it again. eventually, they all agreed: she had to shoot her shot. or at least crack open the door and see if caesar stepped through. so she fished the paper out of her uniform pocket, flattened it against her thigh, and sent a text before flinging her phone across the couch like it might explode in her hand.

[ fine ass ceasar 🤎☀️ ⟶ ✉︎ ] friends? uh oh, did i get downgraded what have they been whispering to you? [ fine ass ceasar 🤎☀️ ⟶ ✉︎ ] bc they told me you wanna kiss me and take me on dates and call me pretty 🥺

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JALEN HURTS: Post Game Interviews (2023)

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Aaliyah - Are You That Somebody? (1998)

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The serenity after the chaos was a special treat. Perhaps, he'd made a mistake all those times he'd refused to stick around after the sex (though, to be fair, it wasn't like Slade to presume that Harper wanted to keep his company------------- they'd entered this without thought or expectation.) Or, perhaps, this was the mistake... allowing the affection to burn fondly in his eyes as he idly poured some mint-scented shower gel along Harper's delicate foot before going right back to stroking, massaging. Expert hands slipped right further along Harper's leg, thumbs heavily digging into the achilles tendon, and then the soleus muscle. Just touching him like this relaxed Slade so much that he didn't feel the need to rush the answer to Harp's question, although it eventually came with a tilted half-smirk to his lips.

"Not right now," he somewhat repeats back Harper's own words, sinking the boy's foot back under water, and plucking the next one up from skimming teasingly across his abdomen. "But I take all the credit for making that happen."

His mood wasn't the only one that'd been tempered throughout all of... that. To witness Harper melting from his petty, frustrating as hell self into something much more exquisite was------------- nothing short of goddamn amazing. Slade never wanted to forget those broken moans in his ear, all that whimpering and pleading... the calling him by his real title as Slade split him open on his cock. Even though he was aware that having any sex flashback pertaining to Harper would surely piss him off in the future, there was nothing awful about allowing himself to think about it now. Tonight, they'd pretty much done away with pride and foolishness (for the most part.)

Humming a pleasant tune straight from the back of his throat, he lifts Harp's other foot up after washing and massaging it just like the previous one, and presses a sweet kiss to the side of it. And those words keep playing around inside his head,

I could handle more. If you wanted me to.

If Slade had ever doubted that Harper was purposely crafted by the most malicious of gods in order to perpetually torment him alone, those were the words that dissipated such doubts for all eternity. It was everything Slade needed to hear to keep that destructive longing for Harper growling within him---------------- what if... in some sick fucking way, Harper just got him in ways no one else ever could?

No, he had to stop backing down from his own words. Do them both a favor and let go despite, despite the choked-out pleas of Harper repeatedly begging him not to leave. Slade understood that inherent loneliness, even if he'd mastered the portrayal of looking like he had it all together... but it was time for him to wrench Harper's claws out of his heart and be a man about the situation. As much as he instinctually craves this love (and if Harper hadn't realized that Slade deeply wanted his love, then he hadn't been paying enough attention tonight,) maybe------------ it's possible he thinks Harper deserves something else. Someone younger, more open to love, capable of curing loneliness.

"Are you going to be okay getting out by yourself?" asks after he thoroughly washes himself and after several moments of just sitting in the tub, getting lost in all thoughts regarding Harper. From the good to the bad to the most titillating. Props his cut physique up more in the motions of just beginning to stand, causing the water to pick up with more splashing against them and the floor. He'll check to see if any of his old clothes are still folded or hung up around the place, maybe see about changing the bed sheets, as well, though he doesn't want to leave so suddenly if Harper still had trouble standing on his own.

"You can always tell me when you need me, you know?"

Fuck.

Stop making promises.

Just. Stop.

Harper, for his part, was entirely oblivious to the darkness inside of Slade. Sure, the man could get intense and rough and brutal, but it was never too much to handle or so much that it scared Harper. He had always just assumed that it was his fault for riling up Slade, never once considering that Slade might be his own kind of twisted. Maybe if he had known it would have made more sense or Harper could have more easily understood why they would always end up clashing the way they did. Perhaps most twisted of all was the fact that if he knew just how deep the other's desire to own him was, it wouldn't scare Harper off. Not completely.

Harper wasn't sure he could even be owned in the way Slade wanted, but there was some part of him that would enjoy having someone try. Being so wanted and loved and adored that he'd end up locked up and kept for someone's desire made him feel conflicted. Most would probably find the idea alarming or terrifying, but Harper could see the excitement. Having a person so dedicated to him that they wouldn't let him go? At least he knew he would never be alone. But he didn't understand that was what Slade wanted and just assumed the man was like most. They might have enjoyed Harper's body and his looks, but why would they want anything more from someone as vapid and shallow as Harper?

He could see the look on the other's face and was about to say something about it, but then the man was stroking his chin, lulling Harper into silence as the man leaned forward against the other. He had a small smile, nodding his head at the other's words. He kissed the other back and sighed happily. Hearing the other's words so sweet and doting had Harper weak in the knees. Well, weaker. "I could handle more. I mean if you wanted me to. I won't break." Or maybe he would. But if someone was going to break him, it should be Slade. He wanted it to be Slade. No one else would make it feel as amazing or take as good care of him after. Twisted as it was, Harper trusted Slade to break him, if that was what the man truly wanted.

As he was helped into the tub, Harper sat down and relaxed in the warm water. He let out a deep sigh, the warm water feeling amazing against his bruised hips and stretched-out hole. Between the warmth and the lovely smell, Harper felt like he was able to relax He realized he had maybe overfilled the tub a bit as Slade got in, water spilling over the sides and onto the floor. Maybe some might have been worried, but given that Harper had people who took care of his place for him, he just figured it would be something more for them to deal with. He was surprised when his foot was taken into the other's hand, letting out a soft gasp as he felt it being massaged. Tilting his head back, he sighed happily. "I don't hate you at all right now." He placed his other foot on the man's stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs with a soft hum. "What about you? Am I still the most annoying person you know?" He tilted his head up slightly, smirking over at the other and rested his head on his hand, leaning against the side of the tub.

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First look at Robby and Dr. Shen

Season two has officially started filming

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Well, what about your man? The question slipped underneath the defenses of his mind so quickly, he had to put on his customer service smile extra hard to play it off------------ as if fearing his favorite nurse would be able to read him as brilliantly as she read their patients. "...Had I known you were coming ahead of time, I would've grabbed you a coffee and danish before shift. I'll just make an order for delivery."

Jun's pretty confident that he's already managed to memorize all of Aaliyah's favorite things by now, right down to coffee flavor and type of danish------------ though, there's some semi-distracting activity going on just behind of him. Another nurse pinning a 'Girl, you seeing this?' stare at a PCT, who returns it with a purse-lipped look of, 'Yes, girl, right in front of my salad, too.' When said nurse passes by and whispers into her ear something that sounds a lot like "they bout to get caught up," that's when Jun bothers to look up from his phone.

"You were saying something, Eris?"

"Just that you got that vertigo patient waiting on you in room 12, Dr. Ito!"

"Thank you for all your hard work, Eris." Complete with the ever professional smile to boot, and one hundred percent pretending he wasn't aware that he was often the topic of conversation around here.

she propped herself up on the counter with a shrug, expression and tone lighter than the words she offers. ‘ turns out a girl's trip sometimes means the guys are also coming along ... without warning ... or them having to pay extra for the space. ’ considering that she had been the odd one out, her paid for room had been given to a couple. ‘ decided i'd rather sleep in my king's sized bed than on a pullout in the common area so you're stuck with me. sorry. ’