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Ransom is so hot with his glasses on!

Brotherly Love Pt. 4 

General Fic Warnings : This is Mature only fic, so stay away kids. The fic will cover over various topics such as D/S dynamics, use of many pet names by our starring boys, Light bondage, punishment, spanking, PIV Sex, Anal Sex, Toys, Death, voyeurism.

Relationships : AriXFemReader , SteveXFemReader, LloydXFemReader, RansomXFemReader

You were off back to your very humble abode. They were right, this dump. 

At the Estate

“I can’t believe you..” Ransom marched to Ari, as he’s drawing a design for her room. “What?” Ari puffed. 

“You just came up with that? Were thinking about this idea for months?” Ransom said impatiently. 

“The concept was a random idea I had a while ago, and it just so happened to occur on its own, you’re the English professor, isn’t that fate?” Ari pointed at him playfully with his pencil. 

“You wanting all of us to fuck the same girl isn’t what I define as Fate.” Ransom scoffed. “Technically we already did, before he presented the idea Miss Priss.” Lloyd reaches into the fridge. 

“You like anything filthy and kinky, you want to tie her up..” Ransom hissed. 

“Correction, only if she wants that, I only do consent kink.” Lloyd defends. 

“And you??” Ransom points at Steve, folding clothes. 

“I think that three of us have jobs that make it very difficult to meet anyone, and that the young lady, given she is 29, can make her own decision.” Steve said. 

“That isn’t at all what I’m asking you, you think this is a good idea? You’re a doctor practically, how is this healthy?” Ransom demands. 

“Considering all of us are clean, and so is she, what is unhealthy about it physically?” Steve questioned. “Well.. I mean.. emotionally.” Ransom corrects. 

“Yeah you’ll have to call psych for that one. What I see is a young woman almost barely getting into her sexuality. Before us she’s only been with three people. Maybe she wants to experiment a bit. She’s very intrigued by dominant sub roles.” Steve said. 

“And that, I didn’t even know that..” Ransom sulked. “So? You just had different conversations, and maybe didn’t that far,” Ari shook his head. 

“I’m just saying maybe the girl wants to experience and explore sexuality, and this is a rather safe secure way to do that. We’re similar, but different. Plus as Ari said , she’s down on her luck in other ways.” Steve said. 

“You’re trying to make something logical, about sharing a fucking girl… why can’t I ever have anything?” Ransom asks. 

“You literally got everything you little bitch,” Lloyd snapped. Ransom directed his focus to him angrily.

Lloyd makes a move closer to him, “You got the stable father, that stayed, you got spoiled rotten your entire life, and you had three people kicking ass anytime anyone picked on you and your little brainy nerdy attitude.” Lloyd pokes his chest hard. Ransom slaps his hand away, breathing in sharply. 

“Don’t start, you can’t take him Ransom..” Steve intervened. 

“You got every damn thing too, you were only a toddler when my father came around, and you got all the same money I did,” Ransom defends. 

“Stop.” Ari’s voice booms, silencing them all, “You were the youngest, you did in fact always get everything. We’re not trying to take anything. We propositioned her to be taken care of here, since she’s clearly not able to decide right now who she wants to pursue.” Ari said. 

“You made that awfully convenient for her to have the conflict of it, with your damn ultimatums.” Ransom huffed. 

“I said she either picks one of us, or none, that’s hardly an ultimatum. Even if she picked all of us to start, she may change her mind.” Ari said. 

“Then what?” Ransom crosses his arms. “We’re not trapping her you damn baby,” Lloyd scolds. 

“I’m not a fucking baby!” Ransom flares. “You’re acting like one. She hasn’t even made the choice yet,” Steve said. 

“You saw her, Ari said Sit and she obeyed right away..” Ransom said. “You’ll be a good dom soon enough little boy.” Ari mocked. 

“I just happen to take my time, thank you, I know how to do it.” Ransom retorts. “And there’s nothing wrong with that…. “ Ari said. 

Ransom takes a sharp breath, “And what if she decides to do this, what happens in six months if she wants to pick one of us?” Ransom asks. 

“Then she picks one, she’s not our prisoner,” Ari said. “Like you’d allow that if it wasn’t you.” Ransom paces angrily. “That’s not necessarily true Ransom.” Steve corrects. 

“Oh please, he’s the boss, always has been, if she doesn’t pick him, he’ll throw her out.” Ransom said roughly. 

Ari puffed his chest now, “I never said that, everyone here is on this house’s paperwork.” He said. 

“For fuck’s sake, buck up buttercup!” Lloyd leans to Ransom, “Let the girl get her slut phase over with, it could be a month , two months, whatever , you don’t know,” He tosses his hands up in annoyance. 

“You technically get to be with her the most. She’s attending the same university and working in the same department as you.” Ari said. Ransom’s brow hooked up at him. 

“See? You technically have the normal hours and can drive her back and forth even, more time, but you have to agree to the certain terms,” Ari said. 

“What are the terms?” Ransom sits back in a pout. 

Finally a break through, Ari goes over the fact that each of them would have an evening, including bedroom time. One night a week for each. 

Other foreplay on her, would be allowed during the two group times if she wished. Punishment would be determined usually as a group, and administered as a group,  either by one person or all, depending on the crime. 

Her free day she is not to be pressured to be with anyone, but herself. Also no one is to intrude or interrupt her PHD studies if need be. 

Ransom finally, begrudgingly agrees to the ideas laid out by Ari. Steve and Lloyd agree in addition, and finally they relax over beers. 

“What about like talking about stuff? She likes… dislikes?” Ransom brings up over dinner. “That’s fine, unless she makes a point to confide something in one of us…” Ari thought. 

“I agree,” Steve nodded . “I meant physical…” Ransom said. “I meant everything, I may work with fire, but I am not that stupid Hugh…” Ari scolds. 

“This kid, why did we keep him?” Lloyd snorts. “Money.” Ari and Steve say in unison. 

Meanwhile at your place 

The water pressure in your shower kicked the bucket, there’s a leak under your sink. “God dammit! Is the universe AGAINST ME!!?” you shout . 

Perhaps the universe was telling you something else. 

You had so many questions, but ultimately you were really considering this. 

You wrote down lists of the pros and cons of all the guys, crumpling each paper. It wasn’t helping you decide anything. You couldn’t choose between them. They offered different zest in every capacity. 

The truth was, you did want to explore sexual play, in a safe way. And not having to worry about anything except a phone? The TA position covered that ten times over. You could actually save. 

And then you saw a cockroach. That’s It! 

Only 24 hours later and you’re in a cab to the Drysdale estate. 

Swallowing hard, you make your way up the porch steps, and ring the bell. 

Answering the door is Steve. God he was so handsome. “Ah, Hi,” he half smiled, “you… had an extra day you know?” he mentioned. 

“I know, but I think if I think much longer I’ll talk myself out of it.” You shift. 

“Come in,” Steve smiled. 

You step across that threshold and your old life is going to be left behind. Ransom is in the main large room, “Sweets?” He stands and comes towards you. 

“Hi.” God he’s handsome too. 

“Umm Ari!! Pain in the ass!! Someone is here!” Steve called. 

As the other two men come from upstairs,  Lloyd of course has a smirk across his lips. 

“I have… questions, and … I think I would like to do this.” You admit, trying to swallow the hiccup in your throat. 

Ari smiled, “Well, please, come sit,” Ari gestured. 

You pad across the marble floor and take a seat in a very soft chair. 

The four men sit across on the large sofa. Each of them eye you differently. 

Ari with a proud expression, Steve with a soft, Lloyd with a devilish and Ransom with a longing. 

“So, you don’t listen to rules very well,” Ari smiled. “Well, you said I had two days, you didn’t say there was a minimum,” You chide. 

He furrows his brows, as does Lloyd, “Oh she’s so cutely feisty.. I love that,” Lloyd’s tongue flicks. 

Ari lays out the same ideas that he told Ransom earlier in the day. It seems logical enough, overwhelming at first, but. 

“I can have almost everything sent for your room by tomorrow.” Ari said. 

You gulp, nervously, “Silly, but is there a lock on my door?” you ask. 

Ari chuckles, “Yes, and your own attached bathroom.” 

“She’s so cute, when do we start?” Lloyd eyes her provocatively. “Calm down..” Steve shushes. 

You couldn’t deny four men praising you was a real turn on. 

“I’ll get everything here, the room is clean, she can come tomorrow with her things,” Ari said. 

“I don’t have much, and i take the bus to university” you say. “You will have a lot more Pumpkin.” Lloyd said proudly.  “And you won’t be taking the bus anymore.” Ransom said. 

“I have class and then have to do my TA job until 3.” you tell them. “I teach until then, I can take her to get her things.” Ransom said. 

“Okay… remember the rules, I think we are all off and can be here for her first night.” Ari said. “Who gets her?” Lloyd asks. 

“Will you stop? Let her settle one night.” Ari argued. “Fine.” Lloyd pouts. 

“Okay…” You sigh, little relieved, it was at least settled. 

This would either become your dumbest or wisest decision you’d ever made. 

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Lighting the Flame Above

Characters: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers

Plot: Steve and Clint have their first date. Things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: Time period homophobia (40s)

Clint walked into the common room of Avengers tower and collapsed on the couch, “My god. Why do I even try?”

“You got something to share with the class, Barton?”

The blonde straightened up and looked to his right. There sat Steve Rogers looking down at a book. He scoffed, “It’s not something you would understand Cap.”

Steve closed his book, “Try me.”

Tilting his head back, Clint replied, “You haven’t tried dating recently, have you?”

A sigh escaped Steve’s lips, “Yeah but I can’t seem to find the right person.”

“What kind of girl are you looking for?” Clint asked his team leader.

Rogers leaned back, “You sure you want to know the answer to that?”

Clint scoffed, “I dunno. All I know is that there is not a single guy in this city who does not either drink iced coffee and wear fleece scarves or says ‘yaas’ and go on and on about twerking. The word is yes. I went on a date last night with a guy named Ethan and he rambled endlessly about something called Vine.”

Steve’s eyes widened, “Clint, are-are you gay?”

Clint’s breath hitched, “Is that a problem?”

Reflexively, Steve’s head went back and forth, “No! Not at all. I’m just a bit surprised. I assumed you and Natasha were, well, together.”

Clint let loose a laugh, loud and long, “Me-me and Nat? Hahaha. No. We’re just friends. We are partners on the field and best friends off the field. We’ve never been together romantically.”

A small oh escaped Steve’s mouth. Clint looked away and didn’t say anything else. Steve stood up and made his way over to the couch. He sat down at the other end of the sofa, “Hey Clint?”

“Yeah?”

“Me too.”

Clint raised his head and looked in Steve’s direction, “You too, what?”

Steve’s hand shook a little as he wiped a stray hair from his forehead, “I’m gay.”

“No shit,” Clint exclaimed, “You’re gay? How long have you been out?”

Steve shrugged, “I never really came out of the closet.”

Clint’s eyes widened, “Am I the first person you have come out to?”

The soldier shook his head, “No. My mother and Bucky both knew. Bucky came out to me. I lived my adult life in the ‘30s and ‘40s. Men did not announce their sexuality back then. Neither did women but it was even worse for the men. Not to mention, I was a soldier. If it had leaked that Bucky and I were gay, we would have been given a blue ticket, court-martialed and tossed out of the Army then probably arrested.”

“Bucky? You mean Bucky Barnes?”

Tears formed in the corners of Steve’s eyes, “Yeah… He was my first love and the only one who really understood me and was accepting of my lifestyle because he was the same. We had known each other since we were kids.”

Clint took a breath, “Then he died. I’m sorry man. I always assumed it was you and Peggy Carter. That was the story I heard anyway. She spoke of you so fondly, I assumed that you two were lovers.”

A smile graced Steve’s lips, “Peggy was sweet but she knew that I wasn’t interested in her romantically. She caught us once, me and Bucky. We were in Austria. I thought we would be together forever. Then the train happened.”

“You wanna talk about it? It helps. At least that’s what my therapist says.”

Steve let out a low laugh, “We were sent to capture Arnim Zola. He was the main HYDRA scientist and the one who injected Bucky with a derivation of my serum. We made it onto the train but Bucky and I got separated. I was fighting a guy with a large gun that shot energy blasts and Bucky was stuck with some others. I was able to know the energy blast guy out and get to Bucky. We beat the ones Bucy was fighting but then the energy blast guy came back. The first shot separated me from my shield and Bucky picked it up. Before I could react, the energy blast guy shot a second time. Bucky was blasted out the side of the train. I beat the Hydra guy but I wasn’t—wasn’t fast enough to save Bucky.”

“Wow. I didn’t know that.”

Tears formed in the corners of Steve’s eyes, “He was the best thing I had and the only one who understood me.”

The archer leaned back, “I know the feeling. It’s been hard for me too. I had a Bucky once but his name was Henry Garrett. When I went to the Army then came to SHIELD, he was there. We fell in love pretty quickly.”

Steve scooted closer to Clint, “If it’s okay to ask, what happened?”

Clint met his gaze, “We were on an assignment in Prague. It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. We had a target that we were supposed to tail, get information about him and get out. All the intel we were gathering was supposed to go to our handler.”

“Phil Coulson?”

Clint shook his head, “I didn’t get assigned to Phil until after this mission went south. Our  handler was a man named Byron Fischer. Henry had taken me to a café just south of the Rudolfinum in Prague. What neither of us knew was that it was a setup by someone in SHIELD. Anyway, we were sitting at the café and we were ambushed by the guy’s team that we were tailing. Henry and I tried to run but I ended up getting shot in the arm and chest. Henry took out three of the men but missed the fourth one. He was also shot. Fortunately, he only took a bullet to the leg. The fourth man ran off before we could get him.”

“How did Henry die if he only received a leg wound?”

A tear found its way to the floor, “The guy came back with more men. We tried to escape but we were surrounded. Henry stood over me firing guns at the men around him. He was hit multiple times and landed on top of me. Henry covered me with his body. Our handler never showed up to evacuate us.. Instead, Phil Coulson did. By the time he did though, it was too late for Henry. He told me he loved me and died by my side.”

Steve leaned back and looked away, “I guess you and I are more alike than I realized.”

Clint didn’t respond and a comfortable silence fell over the room. The door to the elevator slid open and Tony walked through it. Steve slid away from Clint and the latter threw his legs up on the couch. Tony being Tony began to talk incessantly and neither man dared casting a glance at each other. After a short time, Clint stood, “I’m going to go train. See you later.”

Steve watched as Clint walked away.

~~~

Come on, Rogers. You can do this. Just ask him. The worst that could happen is that he says no.

Two days had passed since he’d had the conversation with Chris about their respective pasts and Steve couldn’t get Clint’s words out of his head. Steve looked at Clint as he lay by the pool on the recreation level. Taking a breath, he stepped forward toward the archer who had his eyes closed while reclining on a lounge chair.

“I can hear you breathing hard, Cap.”

A sheepish smile crossed the taller blonde’s face, “I forget you have good hearing not just good eyesight.”

Clint opened his eyes, “Wanna talk about what’s on your mind?”

Steve shrugged then rubbed the back of his neck, “I was wondering if you would like to get dinner with me?”

A smile crossed Clint’s lips, “Yeah, sure. I would like that. When?”

“How about tonight? Maybe we could go for a pizza?”

Clint nodded, “That sounds good. Maybe we could go to that place on Broadway and West 40th street? It’s called Joe’s Pizza.”

Steve smiled back at Clint, “How about six o’clock?”

“Sure,” Clint gave a toothy grin, “Maybe we could walk Central Park after?”

Steve’s breath hitched, “That sounds good.”

Clint stood up, “I have to go get ready. I’ll see you at five thirty.”

~~

Steve Rogers sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. None of the shirts were right. Steve sighed again, “Jarvis?”

“Yes, Captain,” came the disembodied voice of Stark’s AI, “what may I help you with?”

Swallowing, Steve replied, “What is common to wear to a first date at a pizza place?”

Jarvis didn’t miss a beat, “Typically, one would wear a nice polo shirt usually a dark color, and either khaki pant or blue jeans.”

The superhero sighed, “I don’t have a solid polo. Is there something else I should wear?”

Above him, the AI responded, “It’s also advisable to wear a solid button down shirt with crisp blue jeans or black jeans.”

“That’s what I’ll do,” Steve replied, “thank you.”

Jarvis responded, “You’re welcome, Captain.”

~~

The elevator door opened and Clint stepped into the common room. He sighed as he looked down at himself. Clint hoped this outfit was okay. As he entered, Steve looked up from the paper he was reading. An audible gasp escaped Steve’s lips, “Clint you look-”

“Too much?”

Steve shook his head, “You look amazing.”

Clint was dressed in a charcoal tee with a tan leather jacket and dark wash blue jeans.

The archer looked his team leader up and down, “You look great too. You ready to go?”

Steve nodded, “Yep.”

Getting back in the elevator, the pair rode it all the way down to the bottom floor. Steve and Clint walked out of the tower together. As they walked, Clint bit his lip, “So, Steve, what do you like to do for fun?”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “I like to draw. I also like boxing. What about you?”

“I’m a simple man. I like horseback riding, baseball and archery.”

A small hmm slipped from Steve’s lips, “Do you read?”

Clint shook his head, “Not a big reader. I dropped out of school in sixth grade.”

Steve stopped mid step, “Wait, what?”

The shorter blonde shrugged, “I quit when I was in sixth grade and ended up in the circus with my brother. After I left the circus, I joined the Army as a ranger then jumped into SHIELD.”

Tilting his head, Steve asked, “You have a brother?”

“Yeah but I haven’t seen him in twenty years.”

Steve paused in the street, “How long were you in the Army?”

Clint turned and looked at him, “Sixteen years before SHIELD plucked me out of it. I have a particular set of skills and SHIELD wanted to use them.”

Steve started to walk beside Clint again, “Ever had any tours?”

“Yeah, two in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. Got my leg shot up in Kabul and got discharged from the army with a Purple heart. Once I came back, I worked as a gun for hire for a while then I landed on SHIELD’s radar. Fury sent Phil to hire me…”

Tears pricked Clint’s eyes, “Sorry. We’re here.”

Steve looked up to see the sign for Joe’s Pizza above them and pulled the door open. Clint entered first then Steve. They sat down at a table and a server came over, “Welcome to Joe’s. What can I get you tonight?"

Clint looked up, “Let me order, Steve. We’ll get a supreme pizza with black olives and meatballs. And two sodas.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. Before she could make it to the register to put the order in, the room erupted into chaos. Three men burst into the restaurant with guns leveled at everyone inside. Steve threw the table forward while Clint grabbed a knife and flipped it toward the gunman in front. It hit his carotid artery and he hit the floor with a scream. The remaining two men opened fire and people dropped to the floor and crawled toward the back. Steve used the table as a shield and shoved it into the second gunman.

As the third gunman turned his weapon at Steve but was brought down by Clint who dropped him with a kick to the legs. The man turned on Clint with a knife. Clint dodged twice then palmed the guy in the throat. He stumbled back and crashed into a nearby chair. Taking the opportunity, pounced onto the guy and threw some punches against the guy’s face.

Meanwhile, Steve was going hand to hand against his opponent. Without warning, the door opened and another man stepped inside. He threw something inside before Steve could realize it. The supersoldier’s eyes widened when he realized what it was. He yelled over his shoulder, “Clint!”

Clint turned and saw it. A bomb. As if in unison, the two men jumped up, sailed over the bar and prayed that it would protect them.

~~

Steve and Clint sat with their backs against the bar staring at each other and the mess in front of them. Coughing, Clint broke the silence, “So… dinner tomorrow?”

Steve let out a laugh, “Yeah, dinner sounds great.”

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Me every morning

TGIF

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Some asswipe thinks it's cool to blast his crap ass music. Then to try and cut me off at Costco Gas.

Luckily the attendance dude was there to guide me out and it pissed him off.

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nobody cares, stop it. Also i left this shit behind me. Stop making me involve in it again. Nobody cares. I don’t either. Remember our deal.

#i have no idea what the fuck you are talking about psycho

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Brotherly Love

Introduction ......

Our story ultimately began when a young woman gave birth to four sons. Those sons, however, stemmed from different fathers.

Ari Levinson, 41 years old- Fire Chief  . Our eldest boy, was born when his mother was only 25 years old. A college sweetheart to Ari’s father, who changed from a political science degree to a Firefighter due to his eagerness to save people. When Ari was only two years old his father died from smoke inhalation after saving another family, including children from a fire. As the eldest, Ari was always the most primal and protective over everyone, and followed in his biological father’s footsteps to being a fireman. A strong built man he sure had the body for it. His protective nature dominated the household, including his sibling who would come a couple years later. 

Steve Rogers , 37 years old , ER physician Assistant. Starting out rather small, with asthma, Steve was fathered by a rather harsh individual. His father was often abusive, and before he could ever take it out on Steve, or Ari, a police officer intervened, after Ari called 911 at the tender age of Five. The officer would become the father of the third boy. Steve grew into a strong man, even with Ari in stature and his illnesses and allergies faded away as he grew .

Lloyd Hansen, 35 years old, Private investigator. Lloyd’s father was someone not quite ready to inherit two other boys. Easily frustrated, and a demanding job that required his life on the line, the father left the three young boys and their mother. 

After Hansen left the 31 year old mother with her three sons, she decided on a fresh start, moving the boys to where she grew up in a quaint area of New England. There, she had the help of her own parents before their death to take care of her sons. There, she met the trust fund investor by the name of Drysdale. The man took the three boys under his wing , and quickly swooned their mother. Wealthy, and very established, she moved Ari , Steve and Lloyd into the large Drysdale estate. The following year, the family welcomed the fourth son.  

Ransom Drysdale, 32 years old ,English Professor at University PHD level. Ransom, being the youngest was the most coddled growing up. Trying to keep up with his older brothers was sometimes a chore, and a mission he never gave up on.  Occasionally, Ari would piggy back him around keeping him up with the others. Ransom was the perfect ‘youngest’ in the group of boys. He didn’t like sharing, and yet spent a lot of time being a scholar. 

Physically, all the boys were six feet, and holding their mother’s features. Dashing smiles, blue eyes, and all of them strong and muscular in their varying ways. 

Ransom’s father stayed with the family until his untimely death when Ransom was fifteen. Leaving a very wealthy amount of money, the family was set and the boys remained in the estate until their mother passed , when Ransom reached twenty five. 

Due to difficult schedules among three of the brothers, they all remained in the estate, seeing no reason to leave it. 

The men had their moments of arguments like any brothers would, but ultimately remained loyal. 

Each took different roles in the house. Ari fixed things. Steve cooked. Lloyd mocked the other two. Ransom was the spoiled one who just delighted in his lifestyle . 

The men had their romances through the years, though none had found the “one.” There was an agreement not to bring date nights back to the estate when the others were home, made by Ari, this rule always bothered Ransom. 

Enter , you .

At 29 years old you had hoped you’d be slightly further in life. You broke up with your long term boyfriend at 25 , and you were dating casually. Why not? You were a modern woman. 

You’d wanted to be a little more stable, but in the past two months, you were down on your luck. 

First, your apartment you had had since you graduated college had to be vacated to do a large building fire. You were able to save most of your possessions, but you were forced to leave as the structure was no longer safe. 

You did however go on a date or two with the Fire Chief who arrived first on the scene. Ari Something . He was delicious, and one of the first people with a decade over you that you went to bed with so quickly. 

Your luck didn’t change and you landed in the ER with a burn from a damn coffee that’s lid came off. Maybe you should sue? No that’s silly, you’re just clumsy. The PA who took care of you was extremely dreamy though, and he took you out for coffee, without getting burned, more than once, and you couldn’t resist his sparkling little smile. 

The next month you were questioned by an interesting rather demanding mustached investigator who was looking into your apartment building burning. They were trying to determine if someone purposely caused it, most of which didn’t seem to point to that. It was standard to investigate, and despite his gruff exterior and the mustache, you let him take you out too. He sure didn’t mind mixing business with pleasure and you ended up in bed with him. 

Finally towards the end of the second month you felt more accomplished. You’d had three dreamy dates, some nice lays from them, and you decided to pick up getting your PHD where you’d left off when you dealt with your break up years before. 

You had good grades in undergrad, Summa Cum Laude graduate for your Bachelors and a nice standing when you left off the PHD. You were quickly accepted as an assistant to one of the professors. 

You were assigned to the English department under a female tenure professor, she seemed very eloquent and easy going. 

As per your damn luck, and clumsiness, you dropped things in the hallway on your way to her office. As you bent and crouched down to pick them up, you spot fancy loafers in front of you.

Looking up, a very tall, and handsomely chiseled man. Looked similar to the Physician assistant that treated your burn. “Uhh..” you grunted. 

“Mm, in the English department you may want to find more words to use,” he sunk to your level, eyeing you, smugly through his glasses. You were almost afraid of him, but aroused?  

“Right,” You chirp at him. 

“That’s at least a word.” He said handing papers to you, and suavely helping you to stand.  

You were overcome by him quickly. That wasn’t surprising, given you were about the same with the previous male encounters the past two months. Perhaps you were in a very needy, sensual phase. 

Either way, the way his eyes sparkled through the glasses made your knees weak. 

There was no rules against any fraternizing with TAs to another professor, especially when this was a PHD program with most people over 25. 

And perhaps there should have been a rule, given you were in bed with the hot English Professor, by the name of Ransom by the end of the week. 

Shit shit shit. 

You looked in the mirror, “What am I now? A woman with a harem of hot men? Well I didn’t commit to any of them right? So really it’s just … dating? Trying on for size maybe?" you wince to yourself. You had that nicely fresh fucked hair, and were contemplating life as you brushed your teeth, and the four men that all seemed to make you weak in various ways. 

They were all so strangely, similar.  Damn good in bed, too. All very, giving. 

They each seemed to have a little dark edge buried below, there was a dominance there with each of them. Something that was leaving you wanting for more, from each. Shit. 

Different last names, how the hell were you to know anything? 

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I splurged and bought this. I mean look how beautiful this deck is!!!

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And another Andy is finished! I have another one in the works, but I won't be posting that one. This will be my last one to share. 🙂

#andy barber #paint by number

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Tender goalie moments

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Common Celtics!

#boston celtics

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Oooooo! I want to make this for my sister!

A version of tonight’s dinner. I subbed fried red and yellow peppers instead of the red cabbage. Also used a cheater guacamole instead of the avocado stuff. Add black beans. Toms. Some Spanish rice. Voila. Delicious af.

I should probably change my blog 😂😂😂

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Code Red Delivery

Characters: Ari Levinson, Gili Levinson (OFC), Dr. Luisa Greenberg (OFC)

Plot: A wildfire is raging around the hospital where Ari’s wife is giving birth. With the flames getting closer, he grows more afraid.

Warnings: Childbirth descriptions, fire

Ari Levinson pressed a cool rag to his wife’s forehead as she endured another contraction. In the bed, Gili Levinson collapsed back onto the pillow, “Ari?”

He smiled at her, “What is it?”

Gili furrowed her brow, “How long has it been? I’ve lost track of time.”

Ari sighed, “It’s been nine hours. You should be getting closer.”

“Ahhh. Oh god. Oh god. Ari, help me.”

He leaned forward with the rag, “Ahuvi, motek, I’m here. Take a breath my dove. It will all be over soon.”

Gili squeezed her eyes shut and crunched her face in pain. Soft whimpers escaped her lips. She sighed as the contraction passed, “Ari, that one was strong. Please talk to me. Get my mind off the pain.”

Ari sat back in the chair, “Would you like me to sing to you?”

“Oh yes, please. Your voice is always so soothing.”

The man leaned back and began to sing softly. Gili closed her eyes and listened to her husband’s voice. When he ended the song, Gili opened her eyes and looked to the window, “Ari, why is the sky orange?”

He turned around and fear filled his heart. The neighborhoods near the hospital were ablaze. A field stood between the flames and the hospital. Knowing he had to say something, Ari returned to the chair beside his wife, “It’s just the sun.”

Another contraction hit and Gili grabbed Ari’s hand as she cried out. With his free hand, he smoothed the hair on her forehead. As soon as it had hit, the contraction was gone. Gili collapsed back into the bed, “That one hurt. Ari, is there really nothing that can be done to give me more relief?”

“Oh, my darling. I wish there was but you had a negative reaction to the epidural and all other pain relievers.”

A gentle knock on the door made the couple turn to find the doctor. She entered the room with a smile, “How are we doing?”

Gili spoke up, “I’m in a lot of pain. I just had a bad contraction.”

The doctor, Dr. Luisa Greenberg, replied, “How long did this one last?”

Gili thought for a second before answering, “It lasted about a minute.”

Dr. Greenberg stepped to the bed, “Let’s check you and see how things are progressing.”

Lifting the sheet, the doctor looked between Gili’s legs. She reached up and placed two fingers in Gili’s vagina and was able to measure that Gili was quite far into her labor. She could feel the baby’s head starting to drop into the birth canal. Dr. Greenberg looked up, “You’re almost there, Mama. You are ten centimeters dilated and fully effaced. I feel the baby’s head about to drop. It’s almost time to start the big pushes.”

Gili gulped as another contraction hit her. This time she screamed. In a flash, Ari was by her side and holding her hand, “I’m here, honey, I’m here.”

Down below, the doctor threw the blanket up over Gili’s knees and pushed the laboring woman’s knees to a bent position where her feet were flat on the bed. Gili was now in the delivery position. Ari glanced out the window again as the doctor prepared the bowls of water, the towels and the blankets as well as calling for nurses to aid. From where he sat, Ari could see that the flames were nearly to the edge of the hospital parking lot.

Glancing at the doctor, he whispered, “The flames.”

She looked up at him with a knowing glance, “We are safe here. If worse comes to worse, they will call for a Code Red but there are precautions and systems in place to protect your wife and baby.”

Gili looked between them, her head shining with sweat and her voice shaking in pain, “What flames? Ari?”

He knelt beside her and kissed her forehead, “Don’t worry, motek. Like the doctor said, we’re safe here.”

Another wave of contractions hit Gili and she cried out. Still, Ari didn’t leave her side. He remained, giving soft words of comfort to her as she held his hand. Dr. Greenberg pulled the stool closer to the bed and sat down. A nurse took position on either side of the good doctor. A contraction stronger than all the others caused Gili to scream. Ari spoke up, “We’re almost there honey. Soon we will be holding our precious little one.”

Pain filled Gili Levinson as she bent forward in pain from the longest contraction she’d had so far. Her scream filled the room. The doctor looked up, “Take a rest. It will be a minute or two before the next one. I can see the baby entering the canal. Things are going well.”

Gili let go of a cry as she began to push again on the doctor’s command. Ari looked out the window. The fire was lapping at the cars. Dr. Greenberg noticed, “Mr. Levinson, your wife needs you to hold her hand.”

He smiled, “Of course.”

The doctor went down again, “Okay, mama, the baby is very close. Get ready to push.”

Gili began to push again as a contraction hit her. The doctor soothed her, “Push, push, push. Okay, take a breath.”

The woman lay back on the bed, almost exhausted, “Ari, I’m tired.”

“I know, love, but we are almost there.”

Sweat glistened on Gili’s forehead as she leaned forward again and pushed. Ari held her through it. The doctor looked up, “Okay Mama and Daddy, baby is almost here. A couple more pushes and we will have a baby.”

At that moment, a voice filled the room, “Code red level 1 left wing. Code red level 1 left wing.”

Ari’s eyes grew wide. He knew. Gili looked up at him in confusion, “Ari? What does that mean?”

He swallowed and ran his hand down her hair, “Nothing darling. Just focus on the baby. I’ll be right here beside you.”

Their attention was brought back to the situation at hand when a powerful contraction hit Gili. The doctor grabbed a blanket from the nurse on the right, “Okay, Mama, the baby is crowning. On the next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can.”

Ari slid his arm behind Gili’s back, kissed her on the temple and laid his head against hers, “It’s okay. We’re almost there.”

The contraction hit, Gili screamed and began to push. Doctor Luisa called out, “Push! You’re almost there! Push! Push!”

The screaming continued as Gili tilted her head back, Tears streamed down her cheeks. As quickly as the contraction hit, it was gone. She felt something off. The room was silent until a gentle slap and a cry broke the silence. The doctor held up a yowling baby, “IT’S A GIRL!”

Gili collapsed back onto the bed, tears flowing down her cheeks. Ari’s breath hitched, “You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

The doctor looked between the couple, “Dad, do you want to cut the cord?”

Gili smiled at her husband when he looked at her, seeking permission, “Go ahead.”

He did as he was instructed with a quick, “It won’t hurt her, will it?”

Dr. Greenberg shook her head, “Not at all.”

Ari cut the baby’s cord and was handed his screaming daughter. Upon being handed to him, the baby began to calm down. With tears in his eyes, Ari shifted the baby and took her over to Gili. Ever so gently, he laid the baby on Gili’s chest and marveled at the wonder of his newborn. Gili cried out and the doctor calmed her, “You’re okay. This is just the placenta passing through. It’s the last bit of birth then everything will go back to normal. You’ll be sore for a while but that will pass.”

Ari looked between his two girls with love in his eyes, “I’m so proud of both of you. God, Gili, she’s perfect.”

He gave her a long kiss. As they broke, Gili whispered, “What are we going to name her?”

“Shalhevet. It means flame.”

As if on cue, a voice came over the speaker again while the doctor and nurses were tending to the family, “Code red canceled. Code red canceled.”

Gili looked down at the now sleeping baby, “Welcome, Shalhevet Arielle Levinson.”

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Between Past and Present

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner

Plot: With more of his memories returning, Bucky has an opportunity to return to the past but is torn. If he stays, he will lose the only person who still believes in him. However, if he goes then he will never truly be happy there as he has gotten too used to the present.

Warnings: Light swearing

“You’re not coming with me, are you?”

Bucky stood there, not saying a word and staring at his friend. His mind was filled with conflict but he couldn’t vocalize what he was thinking. Sam stepped up beside him, “Of course he’s going with you, Steve. You two are best friends. You’ve both sacrificed so much for each other. You’re soul mates.”

Steve reached out to touch Bucky, “Please come with me.”

But Bucky flinched and stepped back, “I-I can’t. I don’t belong there.”

The former Captain America shook his head, “You don’t belong here without me either, Buck.”

A gulp and then, “Maybe I don’t belong anywhere, Stevie.”

Sam glanced between the two. They had called each other Buck and Stevie. They only did that when things were bad. He knew this conversation was serious and not one he should witness, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

Then he walked away. Steve Rogers stared pleadingly at Bucky Barnes, “I’m not coming back, Bucky. I’m staying in the past…”

Tears began to gather in Bucky’s eyes, “Steve, I-I can’t go. I don’t belong there.”

“But I can’t go back without you, Buck. You’re my best friend. Together till the end of the line, remember?”

Bucky felt some sad anger rising in him, “We were just dumb kids, Steve. We didn’t know what that meant. Hell, we are not the same men we once were. I fought aliens for god’s sakes.”

Steve matched Bucky’s anger, “So did I! THREE TIMES! Hell, I fought the government. For you.”

“I didn’t,” Bucky paused, “I didn’t ask you to do that. I told you I wasn’t worth it.”

Steve hung his head, “But you are worth it to me. It was supposed to be us against the world, remember?’

“Steve, the world you are talking about going back to has no place for men like us. We have seen too much and done too much to ever attempt to fit in there. There’s too much war in us. All we will ever be is soldiers. Nothing more. Why don’t you stay here? Let someone else return the stones.’

Again, Steve shook his head, “No, Buck. It has to be me.”

“If you do this, Steve, you will never see me again.”

The blonde reached out, “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. Just come with me. We can be happy in the past. Maybe we’ll settle on a quiet street. I’ll be with Peggy and you can find that Ally girl you liked so much and marry her.”

“Her name was Anna Grace and no. I can’t. What don’t you understand, Steve? We will never really be happy there. We will have to live our lives all over again and I can’t face another seventy to eighty years of that. I don’t think either of us could.”

Steve pushed a strand of his hair off his forehead, “We would adjust.”

Bucky leaned back on his heels, “Would we though? We have been in the future for so long, could we really live without advancements in technology? What about the advancements in medicine? Do you really want to go back to a time where the best cure for a gunshot wound was penicillin?”

“Gunshots and penicillin weren’t a thing. But if it means being with Peggy then yes!”

Angrily, Bucky ran his hand threw his hair, “That’s not the point here. The point is she had a life without you, Steve! If you go back, even to an alternate timeline, you will throw off that perfect life she could have had without you. Find a girl here. Someone who reminds you of Peggy but is different. Hell, what about Sharon? You liked her!”

Steve grew silent. He knew Bucky had a point. Bucky always had a point. He slammed his hand against the wall, “That’s not fair, Bucky. I just-“

“You just have in your stubborn little head that you are going back and no one will be able to change your mind. Fine. Go back. But I am not coming with you, Steve.”

“Bucky. Bucky, come on. Till the end of the line, remember?”

“This is the end of the line, punk. This is it and there’s no avoiding that. Always remember that you made this choice.”

Bucky turned and walked away leaving a devastated Steve behind him. Steve called Bucky’s name but Bucky didn’t hear.

The next morning, Bucky stood with Sam, Banner and Steve at the site of the time portal. Banner was giving his instructions and Steve was nodding. Bucky, however, was letting his mind wander to everything he and Steve had been through together. More of his memories from before the war were floating back albeit in pieces. Before he could register it, Steve was standing in front of him. For a moment, neither man spoke.

Steve broke the silence, “Are you sure you won’t-”

Bucky held his hand up, “Don’t, Steve. I don’t want to rehash this.”

Steve smirked, “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

Bucky returned the expression, “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

The brunette stepped in for a hug and Steve returned it. Standing in that moment, holding each other, Steve and Bucky both wavered in their decisions but only in that moment. Bucky pulled back first. With a sad glance, Bucky murmured, “Gonna miss you, buddy.”

Steve tilted his head to the side, “It’s gonna be okay, Buck.”

For the first time in two days, Bucky let himself smile as he watched Steve step onto the platform. Sam spoke up, “How long is this gonna take?”

Banner responded, “For him, as long as needs. For us, five seconds.”

Steve turned and looked at Bucky as Banner called out, “Ready, Cap?”

He nodded and Banner continued, “Alright. We’ll meet you back here, okay?”

“You bet.” He lowered his gaze to Bucky who held his head high.

Banner called out, “Going quantum in 3..2..1.”

Then Steve was gone. Five seconds passed and Steve didn’t return. Sam and Bruce began to bicker but Bucky merely turned and walked away. He paused at the sight of a figure sitting on the bench at the water’s edge, “Sam.”

Sam walked over to Bucky. The former assassin glanced at him with a sad smile then jerked his head. Wilson stepped forward as Bucky turned and walked away. His best friend was gone. As Bucky passed Banner, Bruce stopped him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that Steve was going to stay in the past.”

“I did,” Bucky sighed, “we talked yesterday. Or rather, we fought yesterday. It’s fine. What’s done is done. Time to move on.”

Bruce nodded, “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, in time. Thanks doc.”

Bucky walked away.

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i know i said i wasn’t gonna post my edits on here but i didn’t want it to go to waste since tiktok removed it for nudity😪

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I've seen the packets! Now I need to get my hands on them!

I was watching this video about J Lo and a waitress’ experience serving her at Disney World. In it, they mentioned how she has to have a restaurant alone to herself when she’s there. The video was on the larger context about J Lo‘s alleged diva behavior. Is that normal for “celebrities” at Disney or does that continue to speak to how severe the alleged diva behavior is? Would that be true for someone like CE?

Kinda a random question but I don’t know a better Disney aficionado. :)



Hi, Anon! Sorry it's taken me so long to reply, but I wanted to reach out to some friends of mine - in addition to @captregina (who is a Disney addict as well), and @rogersstorm2005 who has admitted time and again that they work at WDW- to get to the bottom of this.

I've gotten in contact with some of my WDW contacts, and it's NOT normal for any celeb to close down an entire restaurant for a meal; Disneyland though? Maybe, but I doubt it. The celeb may, and probably does, reserve a section of the restaurant for privacy, but Disney has just way too many guests too close down an entire restaurant for one person. I hear that Mariah Carey, the Kardashians, Kayne West, and more are just like JLo and will reserve whole sections of a restaurant. Ultimately, it's a snob and diva thing.

As for Christopher and the rest of the Evans Clan, this is NOT normal. I've seen photos of him and the family dining WITH other guests in different sit-down restaurants across Disney World Parks and Resorts. It's like he wants to be as normal a guest as possible despite his wealth and celebrity status with the Walt Disney Company. (I have other Cast Member friends who work in several of the restaurants that can vouch for this as well.)

But Christopher, if you're reading this - and from one Disney Adult to another - what are your favorite restaurants in Disney World? Both Quick Service and Table Service. Throw in your favorite snack, too.

Speaking of Disney foods… have some pics of recommendations of faves throughout Disney World parks the resorts:

Chicken Parm, Impossible Burger with Jackfruit BBQ, the 50th Raspberry Almond dome cheesecake from POP! Century.

Mickey Waffles with bacon from Pop Century; Sweitzer Slush from Skipper Canteen in Magic Kingdom.

BBQ Mac and Cheese from Flame Tree BBQ in Animal Kingdom; Fuzzy Tauntaun from Oga’s Cantina and a Mickey Pretzel from a snack cart in Hollywood Studios.

Violet Sake from the Japan Pavilion and the Apple Blossom Sky from the Canada Pavilion in EPCOT.