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rogermeddowsx · 4 years

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january - “happy new year”

OFFICE PARTIES SUCK SPIN OFF

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warnings : hints at smut, swears in french (so basically nothing as usual) x

author’s note : hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii it’s been a while sorryyyyyy. reader and miles do talk in french but only a word at a time so i put the english translation next to it in case you didn’t know what it meant :)

also the whole spin off thing is that i’ll post each part as different months, leading up to joe and grace’s wedding. i don’t want to spoil anything but these parts are just to give you an idea of reader and ben’s relationship :)

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December 31st - 11 months, 15 days until Grace and Joe’s Wedding

You could safely say the past month has been the best month of your life. It had been 3 weeks since yours and Ben’s first date and you felt yourself falling for him more and more each day. Over Christmas, Ben went back to his family is Dorset. You weren’t on good terms with your family so you would usually spend Christmas with Miles and his family in France. Before Ben left, the two of you made your relationship official - he was your boyfriend.

You and Miles didn’t have a big conversation so you were still unaware of why he was so mad at you before your big date with Ben but it was all under the rug now. You’d spent a lovely Christmas together, just like always. Ben was due back today and you were going to have a second Christmas / New Year’s together at yours.

You’d only known Ben just shy of a month so at first you were completely clueless as to what to get him as a present. After a lot of pestering Joe, you finally felt satisfactory with the present you’d bought.

Benny ;) - Hey babe, I’m just leaving. See you in a little bit. X

Your heart warmed as you read the message - you loved waking up to his messages. Waking up to them was frequent, he always woke up early to go to the gym or go running and as you were on holiday, well, you slept in. The text was sent almost an hour ago, meaning you had about an hour and a half until Ben arrived. You jumped out of bed, excited to see your boyfriend.

God you loved calling him that.

You stepped into the shower, toes flinching as they touched the cold ceramic floor. You turned the dial, hissing as you released the steaming drops. Your eyes fell closed and you thought about the last day you were with Ben before he left.

“I want to make it to my mum’s before dark, but we have time to get lunch, right?” He shouted to you from your bed. You popped your head round the door. His eyes fell to your body which was wrapped tightly in a small white towel that fell to the middle of your thighs.

“You’re having a shower?” He asked.

You let out a laugh and if this were a cartoon Ben would have hearts popping out from his eyes and his ears would’ve pricked up at what he could only describe as angelic.

“No baby, this is my outfit for today.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

“We could- you know- shower together.” He suggested cooly, “I’m pretty big on saving the environment.”

You stepped into the room and walked over to the bed. Once your knees hit the end of the covers, you crawled over to where Ben was sitting, his arms behind his head, muscles flexing slightly as you moved towards him.

“Me too, what, with all that water saving.” You said, biting your lip then releasing it before he kissed you hungrily. Hard as it was to break from his kiss, you pulled away -saying nothing- and went back to the bathroom. Ben followed behind, eagerly.

You let out a sigh at the thought. You continued to wash away any thought of Ben before you got too carried away.

Once you were wrapped in a fluffy new towel and back in your room you noticed a missed call from Grace. Placing your phone on speaker, you called her back and started to dry yourself as the ringer filled the room.

“Hey babycakes.” Grace said, picking up after a few dial tones.

“Hi boo, how’s things?” You heard Joe shout from the background.

You giggled, “What’s up guys?”

Grace answered as you tugged on your jeans and one of the shirts Ben had left. You inhaled his scent, suddenly unable to contain how excited you were to see him.

“We were thinking of leaving in about thirty minutes? Just gotta pick Ben up on our way to yours. Will Miles be there?”

“Oh, G, I think you have it wrong. Ben’s drivin-”

“Sorry, hunny, gotta dash. See you later.”

You brushed it off, and grabbed your phone. Sitting at your vanity table, you put on your morning playlist and began brushing your hair. Looking back at you in the mirror was someone happy, which was weird to look at. You weren’t used to it. For months prior you had been so miserable - getting kicked off your record label, and other contributing factors. Your eyes caught the guitar sitting where you and Ben left it a month ago. You shook your head before continuing to brush through your knotty hair. Your gaze kept wandering back to the guitar though, and you were unable to shake the thought of picking it back up. Your hairbrush hit your vanity with a clutter, as you put it down and made your way to your bed.

Your fingers traced the neck of the guitar. You sat it across your legs and strummed it once, gently. Completely relishing in the familiar feeling of the cold metal against your calloused fingertips, you started to play a little tune. Your fingers brushed against each fret as you moved your hand up and down the neck. You were so carried away in the sweet acoustics that you didn’t notice Ben standing in your doorway, arms crossed and a slight smile painted against his lips. You almost jumped when you saw him.

“Miles let me in,” he said, watching you scrabble to put the guitar away, “please, don’t stop on my account.”

Your fingers hesitated before picking the instrument back up and resting it on your lap, plucking at the strings mindlessly. The bed dipped as Ben sat beside you, kissing you gently in greeting. You hummed against his pink lips.

“Guess I lost track of time.” You said, trying to pull him closer into you, but failing miserably. You could hear the buttons of his shirt clinking against the copper strings of the guitar. Your hands grabbed each side of his collar and pulled him back onto your lips.

“Keep it PG you two.” Grace walked into your bedroom, without knocking. You carefully put your guitar on your bed and ran over to Grace.

You squealed her name, flinging your arms around her neck and hugging her tightly. She took your hand and began to drag you in the direction of the stairs. You shot Ben an apologetic smile before she dragged you off. Ben heard your angelic laugh ripple through the hall as you left.

You followed closely behind Grace into the living room where Joe and Miles were sat underneath the Christmas tree. You and Miles had decorated it at the beginning of December. Each year, you had a theme and this year it was white and blue; the bright blue baubles complimented the sparkling white tinsel. Miles insisted that you hung up chocolates on the tree even though they never made it past Christmas; they were way too tempting.

“Hey Joe.” You said, joining Grace and sitting next to the abundance of presents next to the tree. Yours were all wrapped up neatly, each topped off with delicate little bows.

Ben had followed you both downstairs and sat on the other side of you. He passed you a small wrapped box and you giggled in endearment at the sellotape that stuck to your finger as a result of his poor wrapping skills. You planted a hasty kiss on his lips.

As the five of you were now all sat cross legged around the Christmas tree, you began to hand around the presents. Grace was leaned into Joe, a steaming mug of hot chocolate in her hands. You were all smiling appreciatively at each other and you relished in the feeling of being surrounded by your best friends, feeling full now that Ben was a part of that, slipping in easily as if he’d always been there.

“How is it that I’m the only single one now?” Miles moaned, looking around at the two couples.

Laughing at him, you patted his knee gently, “You’ll get there eventually buddy.”

“Very patronising, Belle.” He smiled sarcastically.

“Salaud.” {Bastard} You giggled, pushing your arm playfully as Miles stuck his tongue out. Miles’ attention immediately returned to his pile of presents and Grace who was calling his name.

Ben watched the interaction, suddenly feeling like an outsider, a wave of jealousy washing over him as you and Miles playfully conversed, in a language he didn't understand. Ben tugged at your sleeve, drawing your attention back to him. You smiled so warmly at him and all the feelings of jealousy he previously had immediately dissipated. Ben said nothing and kissed you quickly. Despite being in a room of people, you felt like it was just the two of you, just you and Ben; and that’s exactly how you wanted it.

Grace called your name and you turned towards her, breaking eye contact with Ben. She started modelling the scarf Miles had bought her. Ben watched the two of you engross over the material and design. He laughed when he caught Joe rolling his eyes, mouthing “women” when Joe noticed Ben laughing at him.

It was finally yours and Ben’s turn to open your presents to each other. You began to feel worried, in case Ben wouldn’t like the gift. Once Ben opened the envelope and his emerald eyes sparkled as he skimmed over the letter - you doubts disappeared. His eyes met yours.

“Tickets to see Stevie Nicks? Really?” He spoke, in barely a whisper.

When you nodded, you swore he almost choked. He dropped the envelope and clambered over all the discarded wrapping paper to embrace you tightly.

“Baby, that’s amazing!” He mumbled into your ear, “Thank you.”

Ben released you and you both quickly realised everyone watching you intently. Your cheeks flushed pink, overwhelmed but mostly just happy Ben had liked your gift. You winked at Joe - after all he had given you the tip off that Ben would have liked the concert.

“Open mine,” Ben said, “although it's kinda naff compared to that.”

Carefully, you picked at the sellotape on your gift. Tearing the paper, you unveiled the present. A book. You turned it around to reveal a picture of you and Ben on the front. In the picture, your camera was set up in front of the window, so when you and Ben had stood in front of it, morning light streamed across your faces. Ben was shirtless in the picture as he leaned into you, tongue stuck out playfully. Your face almost mirrored his, your hand rested on his cheek, gently moving his face closer to yours. Your shoulder was tilted slightly towards the camera.

The photo made you break out into an uncontrollable smile and when you looked over at Ben, you noticed him smiling too, blushing furiously as he watched you react to his present. The rest of the book was filled with pictures of the two of you; on your first date, pictures of all of you. It was the most thoughtful present anyone had ever given you. He hadn’t just ordered the book online - each picture had been printed out and stuck to each page artistically. Underneath every photograph was a caption written in Ben’s scrawly handwriting. You carefully flipped through, reading each caption. Your favourite was underneath the picture of you, Ben and Frankie.

Frankie, the small beagle, had her nose across your face, so you were peering out slightly from behind her head, your cheeks creasing due to the smile on your face. Your arm was around Frankie’s neck gently. Ben was the other side of you, arm extended out to take the photo. His lips were pressed to your cheek, his eyelashes kissing your smooth skin as his eyes shut gently. This caused the photo to be a little wonky, and blurry. The caption read, “My girls,” with a little dog drawn by Ben next to it.

Ben had been so nervous for you to meet Frankie.

You identified the small figure walking towards you as Ben. He grew bigger as he walked towards you, a small dog bounding along beside him, stopping every now and then to sniff something. As they got to you, you kneeled down to greet Frankie. She jumped up at you, resting her paws on your knees. She panted excitedly, gratefully accepting the scratches behind her ears.

“Hi puppy!” You said, unsure of who was more excited to meet who - giving her a small kiss on the nose, Frankie licked your face as a response. You stood back up, letting Frankie sniff around your feet, and faced Ben.

“Well hello to you too,” he said, “do I get that kind of greeting?”

You laughed - music to his ears - and placed your hands on his cheeks. You scratched the back of his ears, like you would to Frankie.

“Hi Benny.” You cooed, your voice raising by an octave. Frankie, jealous of the attention Ben was getting, whined gently at your feet, tugging on her lead.

“Ready to walk this little monster?” Ben asked taking your hand and holding it in his own. You both began to walk, Frankie happily leading the way.

“I’m glad you like each other.” Ben said after a while, stopping in the middle of the path, causing you to smile. You looked at him and then down at Frankie, wondering how on earth you were lucky enough to have found them both.

“Ben, this is the most amazing present.” You wiped a tear from your cheek. “Thank you.”

He blushed furiously and everyone laughed when he tried to hide it. Grace clapped her hands loudly, drawing attention to her which Ben was visibly grateful for.

“Who’s going to help me prepare fake-mas dinner?” She looked at you suggestively, eyes widening. It really wasn’t a question. You were going to help her.

You followed her into the kitchen after placing a small kiss on Ben’s lips and thanking him again for the present.

She began to whisper as soon as you got there, “So, you and Ben, spill the beans.”

You giggled. Then stopped yourself. Were you twelve?

“There aren’t any beans that haven’t already been spilt on the phone,” you said, taking out a knife and beginning to chop up potatoes.

“But the goss is always better face to face,” Grace replied, with her head in the freezer.

“G, you know he’s right there?” You said, gesturing to the living room. This caused Joe to look up from the sofa where the boys had now moved to. He pointed to himself. You shook your head and turned to Grace.

“No more talking about it when these nosy hoes are around, okay?”

She held her hands up in surrender and you both laughed it off, continuing to prepare the fake-mas dinner.

***

It had taken a while but your dinner was finally complete. You were all sat around the table, candles scattered around, surrounded by decorative ivy and leftover Christmas crackers.

In front of you, was, by your standards, quite a glorious feast. As you and Grace didn’t eat meat, there was no turkey or chicken. Grace had made a vegetarian Wellington and lots of roast vegetables. The dinner was spent laughing, chatting, everyone getting to know Ben better; you were happy. For the first time in a long time, you were happy.

Ben was a major factor. You looked over at him, stuffing a potato, drowned in gravy, in his mouth and wondered what you did to be lucky enough to call him yours. He noticed your staring and placed his hand on your leg. His hand warm. He gave you a stuffed smile, his cheeks almost bursting, making you laugh.

“This is so good.” Joe said, talking to you.

Grace looked offended, “Hey, she barely did anything!”

“Ladies, no need to fight.” Joe laughed.

You rolled your eyes playfully, and held your Christmas cracker out for Grace.

Life is finally good.

***

20 minutes to Midnight

“Perfect timing.” Miles said at the end credits of the movie you were all watching, “Shall I prepare drinks?”

You hummed in agreement, “I’ll help.”

Pushing Ben’s legs off yours, you stood and followed Miles. The kitchen was lit up by the Christmas lights streaming in from the living room, and the string of fairy lights you’d draped over the window. You and Miles rifled through cupboards for things to add to your homemade cocktails.

“Milesy, you could use the cocktail kit I got you.” You said, hitting his arm at the realisation.

He hit your arm back, “I actually forgot about that.”

A shiver ran down your arm.

“Go get it then, connard.” {Asshole}.

He stuck his tongue out in response, and turned to run up the stairs.

15 minutes to Midnight

Ben waited until Miles had run up the stairs, and you were busying yourself in the kitchen. He turned to Joe.

“OK, what’s the actual deal between those two?” He whispered, “Like, they talk in their own little language.”

Grace overheard.

“I’m pretty sure 250 million other people speak it too, Ben” She whispered back, leaning into their conversation.

Ben sighed, “You know what I mean.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it mate.” Joe said.

“Yeah,” Grace intercepted, “They liked each other years ago.”

Both Joe and Ben looked at her.

“What?”

10 minutes to Midnight

“Got ittttttt.” Miles sang terribly. He laughed at your cringed face. “Well, there’s a reason you’re the singer and not me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Was.”

Miles brushed it off, not saying anything and continued to make the cocktails. Music was playing faintly from the old radio in your kitchen. Yourself and Miles had bought it when in France together at an old vintage market. It had practically been love at first sight, and you knew you had to buy it.

You subconsciously started to sway your hips in time to the music as you cut up some blood oranges. Miles noticed, and turned up the music. As the song progressed, the two of you started to dance, and sing along. Miles took your hand and spun you around, causing a roar of laughter to escape your lips.

You’d missed this.

5 minutes to Midnight

“I mean, seriously?” Ben whined as you laughed loudly.

The three of them looked over to where you and Miles were dancing in the kitchen.

Grace hit Joe’s arm gently, “Oh, come on you two. We were dancing while making dinner and I’m sure none of you made little comments.”

Joe shrugged, “It’s not really the same babe.”

Ben nodded in agreement.

“Of course it’s the same. Her and I are best friends. Her and Miles are best friends. Same thing.”

“What are you guys whispering about?” You said, walking over, still on a laughing high.

Grace, Joe and Ben all looked up at you, guilty looks on their faces. You were juggling three cocktails in your small hands, and held them out to your friends. You sat back down between Joe and Ben. Your legs rested between Bens. Miles walked over and passed you a tall glass.

“Merci.” You said, taking it.

On the TV was the Big Ben concert for New Year, a yearly tradition for you and Miles to watch. All the big celebrities would perform and then fireworks would be set off behind the London Eye and the Houses of Parliament in London. This year you weren’t too bothered about who was performing but still watched it for the countdown.

Ben leant in to whisper in your ear, “This New Year is all about us, OK? No distractions.”

You looked up at him.

He continued, “I really like you.”

“I really like you too.”

3, 2, 1…

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!” Grace, Joe and Miles shouted, standing up and hugging each other.

Your lips met Ben’s. His spare hand worked its way around your body. You felt him smile into the kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours.

“Happy New Year, baby.”

***

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dontcare77ghj · 5 years

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Bucky x Reader x Natasha

Notes: Bucky was saved from HYDRA just before Steve was thawed. He still has the metal arm and went through most of the HYDRA torture, but has had much more time to become readjusted. Reader is a mutant.

“We need a place to lie low.”

“There’s no safe house anywhere near this place.”

Most of the team rolled their eyes at the continuing argument between Steve and Tony. It was understandable they were mad, everyone was, that mission was a disaster. It was supposed to be a simple infiltration; the information said the building was near empty but the second they got near the building dozens of men began shooting at them.

Luckily no-one was hurt, but it meant they would have to come back until they could find a way to infiltrate the facility.

“Can’t we just book a couple hotel rooms?” Bruce asked exasperatedly.

“No. A group of seven people continually walking in and out of a hotel? Too conspicuous.” Tony vetoed.

“Look, if it stops the god damn arguing, there is a place we can go.” Bucky spoke up from next to Natasha.

“No there isn’t. Shut up Barnes.” Nat said glaring at the man. He turned to the red head and grabbed her hand.

“Nat, this is the only place anywhere near the facility. There’s nowhere else and besides wouldn’t you like to see her again?” Bucky reasoned looking her into her eyes. Bucky and Nat stared at each other, both waiting for the other to give in. After a few minutes Nat sighed.

“Fine. We can go. Clint set the coordinates, you know where.” Nat said moving to the front of the jet to take the other seat.

“Hello.” Tony said calling Bucky’s attention back to the rest of the team. “It’s great that you two figured out your dilemma, but do you want to share with the rest of the team where we’re going?” he added, in typical snarky fashion.

“Buck, you sure you want to take us there? It’s your space.” Steve asked apprehensively.

“It’s our only option at the moment, punk.” Bucky sighed.

“Why am I out of the loop?” Tony asked no-one. “How many people are in the know?” Tony asked but the team was too exhausted to answer. Bruce and Wanda were both almost asleep on opposite benches, Steve had taken a seat next to Bucky and the only sound that could be heard was the low murmuring of Clint and Natasha.

Secondary Point of View

It was a quiet afternoon with you working on some new courses for your classes when you heard something outside. Getting up from your chair you cautiously walked to stand behind the wall of the kitchen.

“Doll? Are you here?” You heard a male call as the front door opened. You let out a sigh of relief as you walked into the living room.

“Buck.” You breathed as you took in the sight of your two lovers. “You scared the shit out of me.” You said as you pulled Bucky into a tight hug and gave him a quick kiss before repeating the actions to Nat.

“Blame him.” Natasha stated as you pulled her into your arms. “He wanted to surprise you.”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to be back for at least another month.” You uttered as Natasha clinged onto you.

“Change of plans.” Nat murmured into your hair. “We need a place to lie low and here’s the only place close enough.” She added looking back to look at her team. You followed her gaze and spied the people you had failed to see on your way in.

“Guys this is Y/N.” Bucky introduced wrapping his arm around you and Natasha.

“I know, um, know all your names.” You said with a smile.

“Well I hope you remember my name.” Clint said moving forward to take you out of Nat and Bucky’s arms to give you a tight hug. “How you are doing, L/N?”

“I’m doing great, bird boy.” You replied patting him on his back.

“We’re sorry to barge in Y/N.” Steve said. “But we didn’t have many other options.” He added moving forward to give you a hug when Clint let you go.

“It’s not a problem, Stevie.” You voiced. “You know you’re always welcome here.”

“How about I show everyone to the spare rooms, while these two get you caught up?” Clint proposed to which you smiled.

“That’d be great thanks Clint.” You replied. Clint and Steve lead the other three out of the room and upstairs to the rest of the house.

“What happened?” You asked once their team had moved out of the room. Bucky sighed, dropping onto the couch and pulling you into his lap.

“We went on what was supposed to be an easy mission, but we got ambushed.” Natasha said as she curled into Bucky’s side and pulled your legs onto her lap. “The whole thing was a disaster, but we need whatever information they’ve apparently got.”

“So, you’re going to have to go back.” You guessed, taking one of Natasha’s and Bucky’s hands into your own.

“Yeah.” Bucky murmured running his thumb across the back of your hand. “Everyone agreed we needed to stick around the area, and this was the only place nearby we could remain somewhat inconspicuous.”

“It’s fine, Buck. We have plenty of space in this place and it’s not like we haven’t housed this many before.” You responded making him look you in the eyes.

“I know doll, but I just wish we could’ve kept this place a little more private for a little longer.” He sighed burrowing his head into your neck and pulling Nat in closer.

“They’re your family, Buck. Both of yours. You wanted to tell them one day, this is just moving that date forward. Yeah?” You said running your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah.” He agreed. “Yeah you’re right doll.”

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way.” Nat began as she yanked you into her lap. “It’s been almost three months since we’ve last seen each other, and I don’t think any of us have gotten a proper kiss.” She said trailing her fingers up your arm.

“Oh really?” You queried. “Well maybe we should do something about that.”

Natasha pulled you closer and placed a series of kisses along you jaw before reaching your lips. You wrapped your arms around her neck pulling her closer and Bucky peppered kisses along the both of your necks.

“There are other people in this house now, horndogs!” Clint called from the stair case causing the three of you to jump apart. “Keep it G rated!”

“Fuck off, Clint!” Bucky grunted as you and Nat giggled.

“Language!” Multiple voices called from upstairs to your confusion but to Natasha’s delight.

“So, Y/N.” Tony said as the team sat down in the dining room. Bucky and you were working in the kitchen and Natasha was in your bedroom. “Clint gave us the bare minimum details of what’s going on between you, so tell us how did you meet?”

You smiled looking away from the bread you were kneading, to look at the man. “Diner.” You said simply. “About three months a year I go to live in New York and teach at a private school. After class every day I would go sit in a booth in the back. It was three years ago when I saw these two wander into the diner and pissed me off for a week.” You said fondly.

“We didn’t mean to.” Bucky defended. “To be fair we thought it was romantic.” He added under his breath.

“It was creepy.” You reaffirmed. “For a week straight, they would send a slice of cake to my booth and bribed the waitress not to tell me who did it. Pissed me off to no end.” You explained to the confused Avengers. “Took the entirety of the week for any of us to even speak.”

“It was sweet, and you know it.” Bucky said not wavering.

“Sure, it was sweetheart.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Y/N have you seen Felix?” Nat asked as she walked into the room.

“He’s under the porch. I swear he only listens to you.” You said shaking your head.

“Let me guess he was an asshole, again?” Clint asked as Natasha walked out back.

“He understands me, and he listens, but then he does the opposite just to spite me.” You said exasperatedly.

“Only you would have the power to talk to the thing and have it ignore you.” Clint laughed.

“Sorry power?” Bruce interjected. “Did I hear that right?” He asked as you stiffened slightly.

“Shit, N/N, I totally forgot they weren’t in the know.” Clint said regretfully. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Clint.” You assured. “It was probably going to come out anyway.”

“Doll, you don’t have to explain yourself if you’re not comfortable.” Bucky said placing his hand on your arm.

“Buck it’s fine.” You repeated. “They’re your family and it’s not like no-one knows.” You said before turning to face the rest of his family. “I’m a mutant.” You explained. “You could pretty much simplify my gifts as a control freak.” You added causing Wanda to smile, Bruce to nod and Tony to have a puzzled face.

“Aren’t mutants illegal in most states?” Tony asked.

“Sort of. There is a registration act but it’s more a tracking number honestly. The government deems us a threat because we’re different and we can do things most people can’t.” You explained as Natasha walked in with a black cat in her arms.

“It’s a load of horse shit.” She said sitting next to Clint. “It’s just scared old men, being scared old men.”

“Can you explain what you mean control?” Wanda piped up. “How much of an extent do you have control wise?”

“I’m able to persuade humans to do things I ask of them, as well as a certain control of the body. I am also able to maintain that trait with plants and animals.” You described watching Wanda nod along to the information.

“Can you demonstrate what mean control of the body?” Bruce asked, sitting forward at the prospect of new science.

You gave a large grin before turning to Steve. “Stevie you wanna be my Guinea pig?” You asked as he, Clint, Bucky and Natasha smirked.

“Why not?” He shrugged as you moved over the draws and pulled out a hammer.

“I love this game.” Clint mentioned as you moved over to Steve and he placed his hand on the table.

“Ready?” You asked and Steve nodded. “Ok. 1. 2.” You exclaimed and slammed the hammer down on his hand. “3.” You finished as Bruce, Wanda and Tony all made noises of surprise.

“What the fu- “Tony started to yell but you waved your hand at him. Grasping Steve’s now broken hand in both of yours, you mentally began to move the bones in his hand back to where they were supposed to be, as well as lowered the swelling, until no-one could tell the hand was even broken.

“Ta-da.” You said taking a bow as the super soldiers and master spies laughed at the perturbed faces of the other three. “I wanted his hand to be fixed and now it’s fixed.” You said by way of explanation.

“So, it’s practically a manipulation of reality. How far much have you tested this out?” Bruce asked, looking as if he were mentally taking notes.

“A decent amount.” You shrugged moving back to the kitchen next to Bucky. “Charles and I have tested a lot of different ways to use it and for most part it works 9 out of 10 times.” You said placing the ready dough into the oven and looking over what Bucky had done.

“Can we possibly see a little more?” Bruce inquired shyly. You laughed slightly at the change in demeanor.

“Of course. Dinner should be ready in about 30 minutes, so we can try some things out now?” You said and the man nodded a bit enthusiastically and ran upstairs to grab his notebook and a pen. You turned back to look at the table and saw Wanda and Tony looking at you inquisitively.

“You can come too if you want.” You offered and watched as they both nodded quickly, and Tony ran out of the room yelling for Bruce to loan him a notebook and pen. You laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

It had been a week since Bucky, Nat and the rest of their team had come to your home. Every morning two to three of them would scout out the area of the base, to try and find some sort of routine they could intercept.

You were able to easily get along with Wanda, Bruce and Tony. Wanda liked to help you out in the kitchen and learn new recipes with you. It felt nice to have another girl to talk to. Getting along with Bruce was very easy because of how fascinated he was by your gifts and the extent you could push them. It was quite entertaining to watch. Tony was your sarcastic soulmate. The two of you would make cracks at everything and soon had your own inside jokes.

It was currently the seventh day of having a full house and you were sitting in the living room with Steve and Bruce quietly reading books on the couch next to you. Tony was outside, working on fixing some of the equipment and Wanda was upstairs taking a nap.

“Logan, for the last time, I can’t exactly help you if you don’t tell me what you’re doing.” You sighed into the phone.

“For the last time N/N, I can’t tell you yet.” Logan replied.

“Then at least give me an idea what you’re trying to find here?” You asked as you attempted mark the papers the class had sent in, as well as find what Logan was looking for.

“Information.” He responded making you roll your eyes.

“Fine.” You told the man. “I’ll see what I can do, and I’ll let you know.”

��Alright thanks N/N.”

“Not a drama Logan.” You said ending the call with the man who might as well have been your brother.

“Are you going to find what he needs?” Steve asked, looking up from his book.

“Can’t really help when he won’t give me any details.” You shrugged pulling your laptop into your lap. “He’ll call back in a couple days and give me the information I need to help him.”

“It sounds like he does this a lot.” Bruce commented.

“Every now and then. He likes to think he never needs help.” You said before the sound of a jet landing penetrated the atmosphere. Bucky, Natasha and Clint all ran into the living room, the former two dropping quick kisses onto your forehead before excitedly explaining they had a plan.

“We figured it out!” Clint exclaimed dropping onto a recliner. “We figured out the perfect time to extract the information.” He added as he settled in.

“That’s great guys.” Bruce said closing his book.

“It is. We need to make a plan.” Steve said adorning an all business face.

“I’ll grab Tony for you.” You stated, standing from your chair. You gave Natasha and Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek each and walked out into the backyard.

“Metal man!” You called out as you entered the barn.

“Control freak!” Tony responded, his head popping out from behind the tractor.

“Please tell me you didn’t break the tractor.” You whined as you made your way over to him.

“Do you doubt my abilities?” He asked with a mock pout. “I’m hurt.” He added placing his hand over his heart.

“Oh, you’ll get over it.” You dismissed with a smirk. “Your needed inside, Metal man. Steve’s called a meeting.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. We’re here to watch HYDRA, not have fun. I’m going, don’t touch that tractor Y/N, I’ve almost fixed it.” He said as he left the barn, causing you to laugh.

“So how early are you leaving?” You asked later that night. You were laying in between Nat and Bucky, all three of you tired and sweaty.

“’Bout six doll.” Bucky murmured. “We’ll try not to wake you.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” You whispered. “Are you going back to the tower after this?” You asked, trying not to sound needy.

“No, sladkiy.” Nat shook her head. “We’re going to come back here for a while. We spoke to the team and we’re going to take about five months leave.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” You asked. “I know how dedicated you are to your job.”

“Of course, doll.” Bucky said grasping your hand. “We need a vacation, and it’d be nice to spend some time with our favorite doll.”

“It’d be nice to spend some time with my favorite people, too.” You agreed, snuggling in deeper into the warmth of the blankets and Bucky and Natasha. “Just promise you’ll come back in one piece.” You begged the two.

“Of course.” Bucky readily agreed.

“We’re the best of the best sladkiy.” Natasha smirked as she curled deeper into your side. “We’ll always come back.”

“Good.” You mumbled. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, doll.”

“Love you sladkiy.” The three of you fell asleep to the sounds of gentle breathing and the feeling of warmth.

When you woke up the bed was cold. Stretching out, your hand came across a sheet of paper. Wiping your eyes, you sat up in bed and read the note.

Doll,

We didn’t want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. We’ll hopefully be back by later tonight, but if not just remember when we came back, we won’t be leaving your side for months.

We love you so much doll,

Buck and Nat.

A smile crossed your face at the sweet memento and your heart fluttered at the idea of them being home more often. Lifting your head as the door gently nudged open and Felix strolled in and jumped on the bed.

“Looks like it’s just you and me today, huh, Flix?” You asked scratching him behind his ears. “You want to spend some time with me?”

Felix’s yellow eyes stared back at you before he shook his head, jumped off the bed and laid in a sun spot on the floor.

“Asshole.” You muttered as you got out of bed to begin your day.

The day was as quiet as it was tedious. You did odd jobs around the house, marked some essays and attempted to find something to keep you entertained. You were in the middle tiding the living room when your cell rang.

You took one look at the scowling face before answering. “Hey Logan, you finally ready to tell me what you can’t tell me?”

“Y/N! Listen to me, you need to get out of your house as fast as you can!” Logan rushed out in his gruff voice.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Logan?” You asked already moving up the stairs to grab sentimental items.

“You need to get out of the house as fast as you can. I was looking into what was supposed to be a Hellfire copycat group, turns out they’ve teamed up with HYDRA and think you’re the key to controlling the phoenix.” Logan quickly explained into the phone.

You were running through your bedroom throwing anything that meant anything into a large backpack. “How the fuck did they find out where I was?” You questioned grabbing the cat carrier.

“Felix, get into the carrier.” You said commanding the cat, who immediately followed your instructions.

“I don’t know N/N, but I’m coming to get you as fast as I can. I’ll take you to a safe house off grid and you should be fine there. Just get out of the house and as far away as quickly as you can.”

“Got it. I’m evacuating as we speak, I’ll see soon.” You said hanging up without a goodbye. “Let’s go cat.” You said throwing on the backpack and grabbing the cat carrier in one hand. Running down the stairs you dialed Bucky’s number.

The call immediately went to voicemail, but you knew this would happen as the two always turned their phones off on a mission.

“Buck, whenever you get this call Logan on the number I gave you. You can’t go back to the house. I repeat whatever you do, do not go back to the house, call Logan.” You said as you made it outside. Quickly moving away from the house, you cursed as you realized you left the keys to your car inside. Taking off the bag and leaving it next to the carrier on the ground you turned around to go back inside.

“I don’t know how but they’ve found us, but Logan’s got somewhere safe off grid we can crash.” You began as you took a few steps towards the house but that was as far as you got before it exploded. With a surprised shriek you turned and ducked as low to the ground as you could. You were far enough away from the house most debris missed you, but some pieces still flung towards you.

After a minute you dared glance back to the burning wreckage that was once your home. You spotted a group of figures walking towards you, three clad in red and four in all black. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You growled a you jumped to your feet to face the advancing group.

“Back!” You yelled throwing your hands out. The men in all black easily flung backwards but the red robed figures barely moved an inch. “Stop!” You exclaimed focusing on the robed figures specifically.

One of the members stopped while the other two advanced. “Sleep.” You commanded the frozen figure, barely watching them fall to the ground before you focused on the still advancing figures.

The left one raised their hand and a jolt of electricity hit you causing you to fall to you knees as a choked scream left your lips. You opened your lips to attempt another command but the one on the right raised their hand you could feel a tight pressure on your throat. The two advanced on your kneeling figure continuing the hold on your throat and the continual flow of electricity.

The group of men in all black seemed to have recovered from the shock of being thrown and were quickly moving towards the three of you. You made continual attempts to stand or release another command but were stopped by an increase of pressure on your throat or increase in electric waves.

“Subdue her.” The one jolting your system commanded. The men nodded and took large strides towards you. With renewed vigor you attempted to free yourself, with a great deal of strain you were able to stand and were able to produce two words through the tight grip.

“Stop.” You growled lowly. The HYDRA men stopped immediately, all frozen to the ground. “Attack.” You snapped pointing towards the two goons in red. The men all nodded before turning and attacking the figures, the distraction saw the grip on your neck to disappear and the electrical flow to cease as well.

Focusing all your energy on the man, on the left, you growled, “Freeze.” The man froze after several seconds and gave a panicked look as the HYDRA men advanced their attack on him. You quickly turned to face the other only to find yourself forced onto the ground, unable to move.

The shock of being unable to move was enough to lose control of the men. The men shook their heads, trying to clean their head of the fog.

“Subdue her.” The one holding you to the ground growled. The robed figure who had shocked you was on the ground out cold from being attacked.

The HYDRA men all moved towards you, muttering about preparing for transport. “Make sure she doesn’t get up again.” The figure barked. As the men come closer you tried to move but were unable to feel anything, let alone make yourself move. One of the men pulled out his gun and proceeded to shoot you in the thigh. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry out, you couldn’t even attempt to grab the bleeding hole in your leg.

“You idiot!” The figure yelled pushing the men out of the way to examine the wound. “What the hell were you thinking!”

“You said to keep her down.” He answered in a thick accent.

“I meant knock her out, you moron. We need her in prime condition.” The robed figure growled as they stood. “Never mind just get her in the car, and for gods sake make sure she doesn’t bleed out.”

One man grabbed you off the ground and threw you over their shoulder. As you dangled limply, you tried to use any semblance of your power but were unable to focus on anything apart from the blinding pain in your leg. You were drawn out of your head when you heard a deep scream in front of you.

You were still powerless to move but you could hear people shouting and the sound of guns being fired. Before you knew it, the man holding you was running, you were getting further away from the control of the robed figure and could slowly feel your body beginning to twitch.

The man dropped you to the ground as he began to fumble attempting to open the car. Slowly you were able to push your self up on your arms. Shakily lifting one of your hands you focused everything you had on the man. He turned around in time to give you a look of surprise before falling to the ground, neck snapped.

Letting out a loud gasp, you moved your hands to grasp you bleeding leg. Blood began to pool through your fingers as you let out a choked sob.

“Kid!” A voice called as pounding footsteps came towards you. Snapping your head to look at the voice you saw Logan barreling through the trees. “Shit kid.” He muttered kneeling down next to you. “They really did a number on you, didn’t they?” He asked applying pressure on your leg.

“You’re timing is impeccable as always.” You muttered as Logan tore part of his shirt to wrap around your leg. Once the wound was wrapped tightly, you attempted to stand but fell back down when your leg gave out.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Logan asked wrapping his arm around your waist and winding your arm around his shoulders.

“I need to go back, I left, the cat and, our stuff back there.” You said breathlessly as he pulled you towards his car.

“I’ll go back for it. You need to stay here.” He said as he sat you in the passenger’s seat.

“Who put you in charge?” You asked, letting out a small cry as your leg hit the seat.

“I did.” He said simply and shut your door before turning back to grab your items. Looking down at your leg, you willed the wound to heal but when you peeled back the bandages the wound was still there and still bleeding.

You moved your hands onto the wound and let out a hiss at the pain, but still attempted to close the wound. “Heal. Heal.” You growled but the wound remained open. “Fuck!” You shouted hitting the dashboard in front of you.

“Don’t beat the car up.” Logan scolded as he opened the driver’s door and placed your backpack and the cat carrier in the back. “Wrap that back up before you bleed out.” He ordered and you complied.

“I can’t make it heal.” You stated as you wrapped it. “I can’t make it fucking heal.” You repeated out of breath.

“There’s been too much strain on you mentally and physically. You need rest.” He stated plainly. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, before you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke you were laying in a bed with Felix looking over you. “Hiya Flix.” You croaked running your fingers through his fur. “You keeping watch, clever cat.” You commented as you tried to sit up. You let out a strangled cry as you felt pain shoot through your body. Felix shot up and pressed his paws to your shoulders trying to push you down.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You assured Felix as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed. You let out a groan as you stood, you were able to take two steps before you collapsed with a thud. Loud footsteps reached your ears before the door was flung open. Logan raced forward with Bucky and Natasha closely following behind him.

“Kid, what the fuck are you doing?” Logan asked as he helped you back onto the bed.

“Oh, you know, the bed was just too comfortable, I had to find somewhere a bit harder.” You replied as Natasha sat down next to you. “Hiya.” You said giving Natasha and Bucky a soft smile.

“Oh, moi sladkiy.” Natasha cooed grasping your face in her hands. “How do you feel?” She asked as you leaned into her hands.

“Sore.” You answered honestly. Bucky moved to the opposite side of the bed and sat next to you, pulling you into his side. “How long have I been out?”

“‘Bout a day.” Bucky responded. “We got here last night, and Bruce patched you up.” He said gesturing to your thigh. “You gave us quite a scare there doll.”

“Sorry.” You murmured softly. Natasha curled into your side, resting her head on your lap.

“Not your fault.” She responded. “HYDRA had files on you at the base. When we found them, we were going to go back to the house when Bucky got your voicemail. We should’ve been there.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. I got out just fine and you had a job to do.” You said firmly.

“Doll you have a hole in your leg.” Bucky said matter of factly.

“I will heal.” You responded. “I just need some time and rest, and then I can make it heal fully.” You added firmly.

“I guess now vacations off the table?” you asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“No, we’re still going to take some time off, but we’re going to stay at the tower until we can find a new place.” Natasha assured looking up at you.

“Our home’s gone.” You stated in a low tone, memories of the explosion coming to the forefront of your mind.

“Doll,” Bucky started gently taking your chin gently in between his fingers. “As long as we’re together, we are home.” He finished placing a kiss on your lips, then one to Natasha’s as sat up, Natasha then gently gave you a kiss.

“I love you Nat. I love you Buck.” You murmured as Natasha curled into your side.

“Love you too, doll.”

“Love you moi sladkiy.”

The three of you laid there with Felix at your feet guarding the three of you. Bucky was right, here, in this moment, you truly felt at home.

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SD Drabble #1

Note: Another prompt I thought of long ago, that I’m still so in love with. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the time to write it, but here it is anyway. Posting under the tag “Sugar Daddy AU”. Please excuse my self-indulgence. xx ---

“Have you got that?” the woman asked. The tone of her voice, coupled with the patronizing pinch of her newly ‘refreshed’ lips, screamed condescension.

Harry offered her a soft, subdued smile. “I have, ma’am,” he said, calmly.

She sniffed and her nose, already two and a half inches in the air to begin with, titled higher in doubt. “Repeat it, then.”

Harry let out a slow exhale through his teeth.

“Of course.” His smile never left his face as he ran through the list in his head. “For the table’s appetizers, the Rockefeller oyster platter, baked garlic lemon butter scallops, lemon butter sauce separated into individual sauce dishes, garlic to the side, and a Caesar salad, with no dressing, no bacon, no chicken, and no croutons, to be served twenty minutes before the main dishes. For his entree,” Harry said, turning to offer the gentleman – who had been scanning him from head-to-toe with a rather lascivious smirk – a quick nod. “Sir will have the cherry-glazed rack of lamb, with marble potatoes instead of garlic rice pilaf, potatoes pre-cut into quarters, and a whiskey double.” He turned back to the woman, a challenge in his tone. “Madam will have the Chilean sea bass and braised asparagus, asparagus to the side and blanched instead of braised, with the pesto and lemon sauce on a separate dish, and a glass of Semillon. Dessert will be two pieces of the dairy and gluten-free chocolate truffle cake, and two glasses of our best sherry.”

The woman’s gaze remained unimpressed.

“Fine,” she breathed. She flicked her fingers away once, the sheen of her opulent diamond ring reflected on the white tablecloth – a dismissal.

Harry bowed politely, face impeccably calm as he gathered the menus from the table and began to walk away.

Oyster platter and scallops baked in nothing, he recited in his head as he weaved his way around the tables. Plain lettuce masquerading as Caesar salad. Lamb with an entirely different side dish than the one on the menu – Chef will be pleased as fuck, by the way––

Snap! Harry startled at the sound. What the f–– Snap! Snap! Snap!

He leaned back reflexively to avoid the hand aggressively snapping right in front of his nose, before turning to find it was attached to a portly man in his mid-fifties. His face was tinged red with impatience, his breath laboured as he heaved himself back onto his chair now that he had Harry’s attention.

Harry took a deep breath before facing the table.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Sir,” he began politely. “But my colleague will be with you in just a mo –”

“Oh, you’ll do, sweetheart,” the man crooned, licking his lips as he surveyed Harry. “You’ll do just fine.”

His impatience had faded completely, Harry noticed, though Harry much preferred irritation to… whatever this new expression was. Having only had this job for three days, it took all of Harry’s willpower to swallow the cutting remark that was already resting on his tongue. He managed, but unfortunately, the way his skin was crawling with discomfort was not as easily dealt with.

He exhaled slowly, reminding himself why he needed this job. Unbidden, the events of the last week flashed before his eyes.

Finding unrecognizable lingerie under his pillow. Being told by his fiance that he was being left for a nineteen-year-old pilates instructor slash aspiring male model. Discovering three months’ worth of unpaid rent bills hidden in their (now his, he supposed) bread box, and a discarded bill for a ‘12-carat gold-plated necklace with ‘MY BABY’ engraving, cursive’ (Gross.) in his trash (already paid, thank God for small favours). Combing coffee shop bulletin boards for part-time jobs that fit his tedious grad school schedule. Chicken-flavored ramen for the three straight dinners.

He tried not to sigh.

Relax, he told himself. Be professional, get your check, and get out of here.

“How may I help you, Sir?” Harry said, miraculously polite.

“Well, handsome,” Lecherous Restaurant Patron purred, drawing out the pregnant pause as Harry quelled a rising gag.

“Come off it, George,” his companion cut in. He tacked on a chuckle at the end like an afterthought, though it couldn’t mask the slight edge embedded in the words. It made Harry think of the way a cheeky thief smiles as he runs his finger back and forth against a switchblade – just a hint of a threat. “Just order, mate. The kid’s busy.”

It was hardly a white knight stepping in to defend his honour, but after the week Harry had, it was close. He had barely glanced in his saviour’s direcion before George spoke again.

“I own the place, Tomlinson. He can spare a couple more minutes, can’t you, darling?” He punctuated the question with two hefty slaps to Harry’s arse cheek. The first made Harry freeze in shock. The second made his vision go red.

Lingerie.

‘He’s… amazing, Harry. I love him.’

Rent.

‘MY BABY’ engraving, cursive.

Wanted: Part-time Wait Staff.

‘Repeat it, then.’

Slap! Slap!

The punch flew out of Harry, the crisp sound of knuckles against cheekbone ringing satisfyingly in his ears, loud and clear over the scuffle, over the yelling, over the firing. It was all Harry could hear until the harsh slam of the restaurant’s back door, and the biting whip of the winter wind.

Cheated on, left, in debt, harassed, fired, tossed out on my arse, Harry thought to himself, raising his fist in a sarcastic cheer. B-I-N-G-fucking-O. What he wouldn’t do for a joint right now.

He let out a deep, bone-tired sigh, winter’s icy fingers creeping around his open coat and up his too-thin undershirt (they had taken his uniform straight off his back, the bastards), before making his way out of the tiny back alley. He hunched his shoulders automatically, the wind somehow stronger out on the dimly lit main street, and began his long trudge to the tube stop, large hands stuffed awkwardly into his coat’s faux pockets because he had also lost his favorite gloves to bloody Neverwhere this morning.

“Mind the gap, indeed,” he mumbled to himself sadly, taking a little solace in the fact that he had remembered to bring his earphones with him today. He was convinced the morose opening chords of Landslide would manage soothe his broken heart, if he played it enough times. (Hey, if Stevie made it through, so could Harry.)

Lost in thought (and in the gargantuan task of untangling the aforementioned earphones), the barely audible crunch of gravel next to him didn’t register at all.

“ – genuinely feel like you’re ignoring me on purpose now but, once more, with feeling – Do. You. Need. A. Ride?”

Harry jumped, clutching at his heart and dropping his earphones in surprise. “What the bloody –”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the man said. He offered Harry a sheepish smile, his elbow resting on the window of his cheesily predictable top down. “But I’d been here for like seven minutes –”

“You’ve been stalking me for seven minutes,” Harry deadpanned, so done with these absolute shits. “Yeah, not a great line to lead with.”

“Not stalking,” he tried to chuckle confidently, but the tone came out slightly uncertain. “But like, offering you a ride. You know, to make up for…” He tipped his head backward, motioning to the restaurant. “My partner. Business partner,” he clarified seriously, and ––

Oh, Harry thought. The other guy. Tomlinson, he remembered. No wonder his voice was familiar.

“No, thank you,” Harry said curtly as he began to walk again, his face resolutely blank, eyes trained stubbornly on his destination.

A huff of disbelief weaved itself between the sound of slow-rolling wheels.

“C’mon, kid,” Tomlinson tried. “It’s cold as shit.”

“Then maybe get a car with a roof,” Harry said, quietly.

Tomlinson chuckled in answer, wheels still painfully in time with Harry’s steps.

“Fair point. C’mon,” he repeated. “You’ve had a shit night. You’re cold and tired. Let me give you a ride.” When Harry stayed silent, he continued. “You’ll be home quicker. Home, and clean,” he needled. “And warm.”

At that, Harry let himself steal a glance, and was greeted with Tomlinson’s smirking profile, his eyes on the road. High cheekbones, a sharp jaw, the lovely peak of a small nose – everything was slim and pointed. Pixie-like, Harry caught himself thinking, though the delicate quality of his face was offset by just a hint of handsome stubble. A healthy amount of silver decorated his temples, but the hair on his head was still a touch more pepper than salt. Not quite a silver fox just yet.

Fifty, Harry guessed. Fifty-five at most.

“Is this your M.O., or something?” Harry asked, trying to keep the raking irritation from bleeding into his voice. The calmer he was, the less Tomlinson would think he was getting somewhere. “Is that how this works? You go to a restaurant, find a target, get your wingman to act like an arsehole, and then swoop in for the kill?”

A startled laugh broke through the hush of the street.

“Just a wee bit paranoid, aren’t you?” Tomlinson teased.

“Evasive, aren’t you?” Harry shot back.

“Okay, calm down, Sherlock.” Harry could still hear the amusement in his voice. “I do have killer flirting skills, but not serial killer flirting skills.”

Harry sighed then, so, so exhausted. “Right. Well again, no thank you on the ride. In case my little demonstration at the restaurant was somehow unclear, I don’t date men who are old enough to be my father.”

He tipped his chin up higher, because while Harry may not have any money (or a job, or a fiance), he still had his dignity.

Or at least part of it, he corrected, pushing away the curdle of humiliation as he remembered finding those awful panties.

“So you only date cheap men,” Tomlinson said, decisively.

“God,” Harry whispered under his breath, his annoyance now too hard to ignore. Louder he said, “Fuck off.”

“Cheap,” he continued confidently over Harry’s insult. “Young, handsome bastards who get one big paycheck and think that makes them Drake or whoever the fuck –” The cool-dad rap reference, plus the well-timed dig at his stupid, necklace-engraving ex, made Harry’s lip twitch upward against his will. “ – and then fuck off with some barely-legal twit who sucks dick like a champ but can’t name a single city outside of London.”

Harry snorted.

“Know him, or something?” he asked sarcastically, eyes trained on the tiny Underground sign that was still about three blocks away.

“Know him? Oh love,” The way he said it – ‘Luhv’ – made Harry finally turn to him. It was a mistake. His eyes were sharp – a searing blue even in the orange cast of the street lamps – and his smile devastating. “I am him,” he admitted freely, the skin around his eyes crinkling as his smirk widened. “Only, you know,” he shrugged. “With a few more checks, and slightly higher standards. I mean,” he blinked, almost sweetly. “You can name at least three cities outside London... can’t you?”

Harry could feel a gentle heat settle at the tops of his cheeks, the insinuation about his blowjob skills decidedly not lost on him. He felt his stomach do a sudden somersault. He pushed it away, convincing himself it was just the rush of attention, the electricity of an unexpected ego boost and that quick, first moment of feeling pretty again after getting horribly, horribly dumped.

His brief silence must’ve signaled a chink in his armour, because Tomlinson then took it as an opportunity to say, “I’m Louis.”

“I didn’t ask,” Harry said, tongue fast, though the fact that he hadn’t yet ducked into a not-suitable-for-sports-cars-sized alleyway probably softened the blow.

Louis only nodded, still smiling. “Right, okay. As much fun as this has been, I really doubt the lovely heated seating of my car will dull our banter. Or...” he dragged out the ‘r’, eyes mischievous. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap be the reason you get hypothermia? Is that really the hill you want to freeze on, Mr. Principled?”

“Closer to twenty-six,” Harry corrected stubbornly. “Which is an entire fully grown adult between us. You could have kids as old – nay, older – than our age gap.” Did he just say ‘nay?’

“Did you just say ‘nay’, Shakespeare?” Louis teased. “So definitely at least three cities outside London, then.” Harry didn’t smile but it was a close thing. “And I promise you,” Louis continued. “I haven’t put myself in the position to bear children since you were – nay, before you were born. Been in a lot of other positions since then, though.”

He had the audacity to punctuate it with a wink. It was annoyingly charming, and Harry had never been angrier at himself.

“Besides,” Louis said, with the kind of smile that knew victory was close. “It’s just a ride, love, no strings attached. Unless of course, getting tied up is what you’re into,” he added, so incredibly pleased with himself. Harry wanted to smack him. But he could also feel the blessedly comfortable heat radiating from the car’s vents.

“Fine.”

#sugar daddy au #larry drabble #iaw drabble #SD1 #writing exercise

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New Kid In Town: Bye Bye Birdie

A/n: Guess who’s back. Back again. G is back. For like a week cause school sucks but at least it’s Spring break and G still can't come up with a title to save her life. I have to write a fic for a contest I entered, but I wrote this instead... sorry? I kinda think it sucks, but I hate everything I write so. Let me know if you have any ideas for how this series should end should it be a happy ending? Should Tho hook up with the reader? Or maybe Nat does idk fam... this is a work in progress cause I have like two ideas for this fic, but nothing is set in stone, so you’re ideas are much appreciated -G

Paring Loki x reader? Thor x reader? Tony x reader? fuck if I know

Warnings: shit writing and some bad language words (Sorry Stevie)

(WHY AREN”T THERE ANY YOUNG TO HIDDLESTON GIFS WHERE DO I NEED TO BE LOOKING?????)

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Every day was slightly worse than the last. It had only been a few days since Loki and his family had had dinner with Y/n And her parents, but things were already changing. Not just with her but with the others. Tony was getting worse too, new nicknames were thrown in Loki's direction, and they weren't even creative.

He was sitting with Wanda, Clint, and the others just like every other day. Except today carrots were being launched in their direction and Loki had just gotten hit square in the back.

“I swear if they throw another one I'm going to lose it,” Clint grumbled “Bruce hand me your lunch box,”

“What? No!” Bruce protested as Clint grabbed it from him anyways

“There's nothing I can throw in here,” Clint pointed out tossing the empty ziplock bags to the side, Loki chuckled.

“You'll only make it worse Clint, just leave it,” Wanda sighed

“No,” Clint retorted as another carrot went flying “this is bullshit and you know it's she's only doing it because she thinks she can get away with it!”

“She's not even the one throwing them,” Scott spoke up “It's the dude who’s trying to grow a beard, and it looks awful.” Loki stole a quick glance at the table watching the others laugh while Tony threw another carrot nearly missing Loki's face.

“He's after me,” Loki sighed “I can move if you want, you shouldn't get caught in the crossfire.”

“It's fine we’re used to it by now,” Wanda reassured him as another carrot hit the table

“Would you stop it!?” a familiar voice rang through the cafeteria silencing the noise “What are you five? I'd figure by now you'd be more mature than the freshman.”

“Calm down Y/n it’s just a little fun,” Tony replied as Nat laughed

Y/n looked to Thor who was the only other silent student in their group at the moment “Yeah whatever, I've got things to do I'll see you guys later.” with that Y/n grabbed her tray before throwing it in the trash, she hesitated as she passed by Loki's table.

“I- I'm sorry for them” the girl started

“Don't strain yourself,” Clint replied receiving a smack from Wanda as Y/n walked away.

“Loki, wait!” Loki sighed as he stopped walking when he heard his brothers voice behind him

“Yes?” the boy replied

“I figured we could walk home,” Thor answered, he looked disheveled and confused

“Y/n stopped giving you tides too?” Loki smirked

“For the record, she never stopped giving you a ride you stopped accepting them. I don't know what's going on with her she's seemed hesitant to be seen anywhere with me outside of school,” he told him

“Maybe she's trying to get rid of you?”

“I don't know, she seems upset about something, but she won't tell anyone. She even told me she couldn't give me a ride because of rehearsal, but when I went to the theater, they said she wasn't called in for the day.”

“Weird,” Loki replied “I don't know her that well but that doesn't seem normal,”

“Exactly,” Thor looked down at his feet as they walked “you know what else is weird?”

“What?”

“She never stops talking about you, not until recently when she started acting strangely. If those other things weren't going on, I'd say she'd finally come to her senses I mean why talk about you when she has me?” Thor smiled, and Loki chuckled

“OH because you're soooo cool,” Loki mocked him “Look at me! I'm a bottle blonde who likes sports like everyone else!”

“At least I have a hobby and don't spend my days locked in my room,” Thor retorted

“I have plenty of hobbies,” Loki replied as they walked into their home

“Like what?” Thor looked at his brother

“Like,” Loki hesitated “Like writing and stuff,”

“And stuff?” Thor laughed opening the room to his door, Loki's eyes went wide when he saw a figure sitting on his brother's bed.

“I'll um… I'll give you two some space.” Loki said as he started to walk away but Y/n’s voice stopped him.

“No, please stay, this is something you both need to hear, from me.”

Thor looked at his brother, and Loki hesitantly walked further into the room, Y/n had looked as if she had been crying and Loki wan never good at comforting people.

“I’m sorry this is creepy as fuck, but I had to tell you guys I couldn’t risk you two ending up thinking of me the same way Clint and the others do.” she hesitated “I mean we’re neighbors we can't awkwardly hate each other, and there are cul de sac parties that would just be even more of a living hell than they already are.”

Thor sat on his bed next to her, and she looked at her hands as if she had written a script on them and had lost her place. Loki took a seat on the desk across from them still feeling slightly awkward and out of place.

“My parents,” she spoke up again “well to put it simply their assholes, they dictate my entire life because apparently, I can’t make my own decisions. They-they don’t want me hanging out with you guys anymore. According to them your bad influences and it’s pathetic, but I can’t risk them even finding out I'm here and, and” Y/n was on the brink of tears

“Is that why you don’t hang out with Wanda?” Loki finally spoke up

She nodded “I kept trying, Id go to her house and say I was going to Clint’s and then they found out. They literally drove to her house and dragged me home. That’s when they decided they hated Clint too. Bruce and I used to study every Friday and one day they thought we were getting a little too friendly and suddenly he was banned from the house and I had a tutor. Scott and I had one school project together, and I suggested we work at my place, I guess I was enjoying myself too much because when I went to school the next day I was paired up with Tony and Scott was pissed. I can’t even stand half the people at my table, and I think that’s why they approve of them, I never invite them over so they aren’t a distraction and the only one who’s ever over is and her parents work at the school, so that makes them ok.” she sighed “I’m sorry I didn’t come here to give you my sob story.”

Thor put an arm around her “It’s alright, we’ll find a way to make this work somehow.”

“No,” she started “if Nat’s parents see us together, and they will, we’re fucked”

“It’s not like their Russian spies,” Loki smirked, “if you want to hang out we’ll find somewhere.”

“They might as well be,” She hesitated “look I gotta go if my parents realize I’m not home this is the first place they’ll look.”

The brothers walked her to the back door, and she apologized again before she left. Loki made his way back to his room, and his brother did the same. Honestly, he didn't know why he was so upset about Y/n not being able to talk to him; it’s not like they talked much anyways. Maybe it’s because her parents had practically ruined her life or maybe it was because she was the only bearable thing at his school. Loki shook the thought out of his head. No way was he going to catch feelings, he would not let this be another Romeo and Juliet story. He looked out his window and towards hers, her blinds were up and always curtains parted just enough for him to see into her life. She was practicing her violin when the door opened, and her father walked in, clearly angry. The argument seemed to last hours incoherent yelling between the two ending with the door slamming shut and Y/n on her bed. Covers pulled over her head her face presumably buried in her pillow. Loki wished he could teleport into her room, hold her, do something. Then again he and his brother were probably the cause of the fight, and he was certain he’d just make things worse.

The next day Y/n didn't even talk to the brothers, and Thor sat with Loki at lunch claiming he didn’t want to make things worse. Loki hadn't told him what he saw last night, but Thor seemed to know. Despite Clint being an ass, as usual, the rest of the group accepted Thor with fairly opened arms.

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A/n: sorry if that sucked but it’s what I came up with in my still semi-sick state. requests are open and I’m like 10 away from 1,000 so let me know if you guys wanna do something for that. -G

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When the Ball Drops

(WinterShieldShock short - Follow up to the Christmas short May Your Days Be Merry and Bright. In which our favourite super soldiers are really dense and Darcy is in denial.)

‘We still have what little bit is left of the Asguardian wine, we might as well enjoy it. Do you want us to see if T’Challa has any bubbly, Darce?’

‘No, no...my stomach still doesn’t feel g...’

‘Oh, Darcy...’

Steve chased after her and Bucky sighed sadly, grabbing the napkin off the table and starting to wipe up the mess, glancing up when Nat came in an eyebrow arched.

‘Everything okay?’

‘Darcy is still not feeling so hot...it’s okay I got it...no...okay. Thank you.’

Bucky sighed and relinquished the napkin as one of the housekeepers came in and made a fuss, heading to one of the washrooms to clean up, surprised when he came out and Natalia was still there. Rolling his eyes when she immediately started with the rapid-fire Russian.

‘She should have been better by now. Have the doctors come to see her?’

‘No, she refuses, says she’ll be fine in a few days.’

‘Does that look FINE?’

‘No, but...’

‘No, but. Idiots. I will take her.’

‘Natalia!’

Bucky sighed and chased after her as she ran, catching up just in time to see Steve get kicked out of the bathroom.

‘What the HELL, Romanoff!’

‘Stevie...let her do this, she’s worried.’

He was worried too and he hoped that Natalia would succeed where they had failed and convince Darcy to see one of the doctors. When he woke after the doctors had removed his triggers, Natalia had been the one to stay with him those first few days, chasing the other team members off until she was sure he was okay. The team seemed surprised but The Winter Soldier side of him was not, vague memories of his Natalia watching out for the little widows...until they beat that out of her. And memories of watching her watch out for the team as he monitored them before confronting Fury. The execution was sometimes unexpected but there was nothing to do but stand back and accept it when the Black Widow went mother hen.

‘Solnyshko, this is more than just a stomach bug. Have you thought about maybe...’

‘No. No, don’t say it.’

Natasha popped her head out of the bathroom and made sure the pair and their enhanced hearing were not in immediate earshot before ducking back in, sitting on the counter while Darcy pressed her forehead to the cool stone tiles of the floor. She knew what Tash was going to say and she’d been worrying about that, as well but she totally couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud yet.

‘Maybe. Okay, but I can’t...they’ll flip out if it is true. I’ll be living in some remote hole in the fucking ground, never to see the light of day and have to live in protective custody for the rest of my life. I mean, it’s bad enough when I’m with Janey if any asshole found out I’d be getting kidnapped every other weekend.’

‘I will watch out for you and we’re safe here for the time being. You need to make sure, if it is true then you need to be under the care of a doctor. At the very least, you need to see one right now and get some fluids in you.’

Darcy was about to argue but she couldn’t stop the gagging and was soon slumped over the toilet bowl once again. She was loathe to admit it but Tash was right, maybe it was time.

‘At the very least, can you ask Wanda? She and Sam are on their way back from the school with Ororo. One or the other but we are doing something.’

‘FINE. Ugh. Can you get my toothbrush or a fucking mint or something.’

‘Language. No need to be snippy. Come on, little sister.’

She tried, she really did but she found herself slumping into Natasha as her crazy spy sister-from-another-mister helped her make her way to the bedroom. The scowl Nat gave Steve and Bucky had them retreating to another part of the palace. They were about to ask for one of T’Challa’s doctors when Wanda came rushing in.

‘Darcy, something is wrong, I could feel your worry from the quinjet.’

‘Yeah, I just...’

They all jumped when Wanda reached out to her and a little charge jumped between their fingers, making them both back away from the shock.

‘What. The. Hell.’

‘Darcy...maybe we should see if Miss Shuri is available...’

‘Um. Yeah, okay...sure. Let’s do this.’

Steve scowled and backed Natasha up against the wall when she entered the library, softening slightly when he felt Bucky grab his arm.

‘You better start talking, Romanoff.’

‘Darcy would like to see you both. She’s resting in bed and she said she would like it if we would all join her in your suite so she can celebrate New Years with us.’

He didn’t wait for Nat to finish before he was rushing back to their bedroom with Bucky on his heels. Darcy looked so tiny and pale on the giant bed, curled up with Wanda lying on one side and the Princess Shuri and Queen Ororo sitting on the other side of the bed. His heart pounded painfully when he saw the IV hooked up to her arm.

‘Darce...’

‘Hey...I’m okay, really. Just needed some fluids. It’s almost time, I’m sorry I’m not feeling well.’

He didn’t notice when the ladies disappeared quietly, giving them a moment. Dragging one of the chairs over and taking one of her hands, placing on soft kiss on the knuckles as Bucky crawled on the bed, taking the spot Wanda had occupied. Smiling faintly at Buck as Bucky nuzzled at Darcy and mumbled to her.

‘Worried about you, doll.’

‘I’m okay, I’m going to be fine. I feel a bit better already now that they hooked me up and they’re going to check on me in the morning.’

‘Next time maybe not be so stubborn...’

‘Me, so stubborn? Ha, Mr-Star-Spangled-Pain-In-My-Ass, you would know all about being stubborn.’

Steve couldn’t stop the chuckle, leaning in and kissing her softly. The doctor came back in, removing the IV once the bag was empty and little by little the others filtered in with a brief appearance from their Majesties before they went to join their family for the countdown.

He was surprised when the drawer started ringing, pulling the phone out and answering it after Bucky and Darcy urged him on.

‘Cap.’

‘Tony. Is everything okay?’

‘Yeah. No. I mean everything is fine. I just. I know it was for emergencies or whatever but...I’m not very good at all this touchy-feely stuff.’

‘...Happy New Year Tony.’

‘Happy New Year Steve. Maybe, maybe things might be better in the new year. I’ve been irritating Ross and I think he might be coming around and Pepper got me seeing the head doc again and I just wanted to...I just wanted to say Happy New Year.’

He blinked at the phone when the line went dead, smiling at the inquisitive looks on the others faces.

‘Tony says Happy New Year.’

His heart felt a bit lighter after that and everyone joined in the countdown as the time ticked away, pressing a kiss on Darcy then Bucky when the clock struck midnight.

‘Happy New Year, I love you guys.’

Wanda stayed put as Darcy kept a death grip on her hand and Natasha hovered, Shuri and Ororo and the doctors discussing the next steps. She did what she could to calm her sister, chuckling softly when Steven and James were allowed to enter, looking at their nervous faces. They were about to get one hell of a surprise but it wasn’t the one they were thinking of.

‘Hey, guys, want to come take a seat?’

Steven immediately sat down but James paced nervously, she was about to slip away but Darcy never let go, so she settled herself back on the bed. She wrapped an arm around Darcy’s waist and cuddled against her back until the shivering subsided and Darcy was able to take a few deep breaths and speak.

‘So...um. I guess interesting things happen when there is cosmic radiation and a God of Thunder and a uhhh...latent X-gene that comes in to play.’

‘Darcy, are you saying...’

Wanda watched as Darcy raised her hand and made the sparks zap between her fingers like they’d practised that morning. James’ jaw dropping and Steven frowning before he spoke again.

‘But...you’re okay, right? Nothing bad?’

‘Well, I mean this is going to take some getting used to and there’s...’

‘Oh, thank god. We worried you were ill or something horrible and...how did this happen, why so late for you?’

‘Well, the scientists think the radiation from Janey’s work and stuff might have a little bit to do with it but it is more likely the hormonal changes and stuff are the reason why...’

‘Is the radiation harmful, do we need to worry about you working with Jane? Is Jane okay?’

‘Janey is fine, the fact that I apparently have the X-Gene was a part of it and that’s...’

‘But what...’

‘Steven! I’m pregnant!’

Wanda used her powers to catch James before he hit the floor and Steven sat there in a state of shock until Natasha was able to wake James. Now it was Steven’s turn to be nervous and James spoke softly.

‘...Doll...did I hear what I thought I heard?’

‘I’m pregnant. They think the hormonal changes from the pregnancy triggered my mutation. The doctors here are the best and they’re going to be watching over us the whole time and Ororo and Wanda are going to help with my powers. I’m gonna have to have some words with Thor next time he’s here though. I think hanging out with him and Myuh-Myuh might have something to do with my crazy electrical powers. But I’m fine, the babies are fine, Wanda says everything looks good to her and the doctors said everything was okay except for the morning sickness so I need to stay hydrated and they have medicine if it doesn’t let up.’

‘...Babies. Plural?’

This time Wanda couldn’t help but laugh at the soft squeak that came from the scary big bad Winter Soldier. Holding her fingers up and looking at the men.

‘Babies. Two. One from each of you.’

‘How...how do you know?’

‘I felt them. I saw them. I can show you if you want...’

They spent the morning with Wanda using her powers to help them visualise the tiny ones growing in Darcy before she slipped out, leaving the three to bond over the news. There would be more time with her sister later, especially once she told them her news.

Sarah and Rebecca, good names for the little girls, they liked their names to be. Wanda pressing a hand to her still flat stomach, looking down. She just hoped they got along with her Billy and Tommy when the time came.

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How Rick Ross

Well in May forbes said this guy was worth 150 million bucks but now fitty cent doesn't have two quarters to rub together I remember reading headlines about 50 Cent's financial troubles and thinking there was something incredibly tragic about the man that released get rich or die trying' going bankrupt however on last check 50 cent was actually still alive which did make me think that maybe there was slightly more to the bankruptcy story than meets the eye in order to truly understand what happened we need to go way back to 2008 at the start of his feud with everybody's favorite wing slinging fake drug-dealing rapper Rick Ross it was actually Rick Ross that started off the beef by saying that 50 cent and looked at him some kind of way at the Beatty Awards Awards not what little kid made an expression on his face that carries disappointing me what kind of expression 50 responded saying he didn't even see Rick Ross at the awards which i think is hard to believe considering the Rick Ross weighs 350 pounds now Ricky Ross made the beef official when he released the song of mafia music which fired a few shots at 50 cent for allegedly burning down his baby mamas house January 29th 2009 and 50 cent comes out with a response to mafia music his own disc called officer Ricky the next day Rick Ross calls in to Angela Yee show and says that that response is trash and 50 has 48 hours to respond with something Feder 24 hours later well i'ma fuck your life up but fine I paid for the transcripts to your court case and now that I got you address will be on your doorstep Ricky on that same day 50 also releases the first episode of his officer Ricky cartoon series damn because I said your mama look like the Klumps a couple of days later 50 of sticking true to his promise of fucking up Rick Ross's life for fuck 50 starts out the video by saying that what you're about to see is something is a little bit more sophisticated than what we've been offering in the past which I think's a massive disservice to 50 Cent's car work I mean this video is so lowbrow it makes candy shop look like the Beethoven symphony in the video the mother of Rick Ross's child calls out rot for having rented jewelry and leased cars and he takes her first shopping whilst isn't she lovely by Stevie Wonder plays you cannot make this shit up 50 also takes the opportunity to call out Rick Ross's other baby mama for being a cool girl a few days after that Rick Ross releases the diss song kiss my pinky ring curly this song is accompanied by a music video of Rick Ross hanging out in New York with some miscellaneous goons the song also featured what felt like several hundred lyrics accusing 50 cent of being gage an allegation which seemingly becomes a big part of this beef from both sides two days after that it's the 8th of February and 50 cent is dropping more content than Netflix he puts out officer Ricky episode 2 which shows how Rick Ross got a deal from jay-z he then drops the first of a series of new comedy segments featuring a character that he's created called pimping curly curl this is basically just 50 cent wearing a curly wig while shrieking about how much of a pimp ears and threatening Rick Ross on with a knife Oh Livie without you I've got you then along with his crew g-unit 50-cent releases I'll be the shooter which features so many shout outs of different types of guns the song might as well have been recorded in TI's trunk in response to this Rick Ross essentially coffees fifties idea of the animated this video and releases his own version called gay unit workouts which I'm sure even the slowest of viewers can work out what that means this entire video is basically just calling out g-unit members for being gay it also disses 50 cent for allegedly using steroids and also for some reason Rick Ross decided that this video was the perfect place to debut his new single with John Legend magnificent over visuals of a cartoon g-unit having a three-way gangbang that same day Rick Ross dropped the diss track push him over the ledge which is basically a two minute juice freestyle mainly consisting of you guessed it oh hey he mentions one specific rumor of g-unit member Lloyd Banks being in a gay porno dick on Google which I did a lot of digging on I couldn't seem to find any evidence for that but there was one a guy that looks a little bit like Lloyd Banks appeared in a gay porno the next day 50 cent puts out a video that's probably the most menacing thing I've ever seen in a hip hop beef I mean this thing makes the story if added on look like the story of Balamory he releases the video a psychic told me this little poem / dj khaled check this shit out right it's cool I just wanted to tell you what it's like you told me your car tires gonna stare down now you know I know will you be and or will your mama house it and all your mama work it now look at sleep to make this even more spicy we later found out that the person actually filmed this was French Montana he's even seen in one of these videos wearing him this is 50 t-shirt which he can't blame on his stylist over the next month these two trade shots back and forth over disc tracks and animated videos 50 goes on to drop several more cartoons which don't just clown Rick Ross but also go after Ti DMX Suge Knight and Chris Brown but it's on March the 17th that 50 made the ultimate mistake that would eventually wind him up in bankruptcy 50 cent actually leaks a sex tape starring Rick Ross's other baby mama Brooke with an introduction of himself in character as pimp and curly and commentary throughout the entire video I personally don't think it's right or legal to show you any of that tape so what I'm going to do is I'm gonna play you some of 50s commentary over some very innocent six days after the sex tape leaked on March 23rd Rick Ross came out with a very unusual video essentially saying sorry not sorry to the gay community I heard a knife in the homosexual community I apologize I'm offering a record will openly gay artists such as City sing we all know he's gay so now all the gays good later Rick Ross drops his long-awaited album deeper than rap now the album is out and there's very little to be gained from beefing these two kind of lose interest in each other during that time fifty seems to get closer to Rick Ross's baby mama Tia helping her release her own tell-all biography but things get really Savage in November where seemingly out of nowhere fifty decides to take Rick Ross's baby mama and his kids to Floyd Mayweather's house I've got to say it's pretty painful to watch I mean it seems like 50-cent treats Ross's kids better than his own February 25th 2010 and Rick Ross's baby mama Brooke brings a court case against $for Leake in that sex tape this court case takes an entire five years to get resolved during that time the 50 and Ross beef simmers and a few things happen here and there that are quite interesting Ross publicly suffers from some seizures gunplay from Rick Ross's Maybach Music crew gets beaten up by g-unit at an award show and 50 cent is pictured wearing his Maybach music chain er of bowling alley a few days later 50 pounds Rick Ross for getting his car shot up and Rick Ross gets accused of pistol whipping his groundskeeper who is later pictured on Instagram with 50 cent five years go by and it's in July 2015 that that court case finally gets resolved and fifty loses the court order 50 to pay five million dollars to Brooke for the sex tape leaked and two million dollars in punitive damages three days after losing that case fifty Cent files for chapter 11 bankruptcy now it's important to realize that there's a big difference between filing for chapter 11 bankruptcy and filing for chapter 7 bankruptcy chapter 11 is more about reorganizing your assets so that you can then end up making the payments that you owe whereas chapter 7 is a lot more about admitting that there's no way you can pay your payments however this didn't stop Rick Ross and the whole world from clowning on 50 my first album was time Richard and I've bankrupt I guess he's 50 cent even got in on some of the action mocking the idea of him being bankrupt which actually caused him to get hauled back into court to explain himself 50 told the court that the money in the pictures and his whole lavish lifestyle was actually Fae 50 cents money woes didn't last very long by 2017 only two years after losing that court case 50 was actually able to pay off his entire 22 million dollar debt five years herb so if you think 50s broke 50 ain't broke but how the hell did 50 suddenly get all of this money to pay these debts 50 didn't just go bankrupt from losing the sextape case he'd also been in and out court with slick audio based on a dispute around the SMS audio headphones deal that he had going on 50 had originally partnered with sleek to engineer the headphones but he later left them and ended up doing a deal with somebody else slick sued him and won and he ended up owning them 17 million dollars for the development of these headphones and that to the outstanding amount that he had to pay Brooke for the sex tape lawsuit in December 2016 50 actually won a court case against the lawyers who had represented him in the original sleek audio case that he lost by winning that case against his lawyers he got 14 and a half million dollars which he then combined with his own funds of million dollars to basically pay off the entire outstanding debt and get out of bankruptcy put off the hill to that when he decided to sue the lawyers from his sex tape case as well specifically he argues that they failed to interview Rick Ross about leaking the sex tape before 50 did furthermore he claimed that there was actually a conflict of interest between an old lawyer that 50 had in 2004 and Rick Ross's current lawyer as far as I can tell that Court case is currently unresolved but what I could find was that 50 is looking for thirty two million dollars from this case even though 50 beat bankruptcy we can assume that he learned his lesson and he will never leak a sex tape ever again okay I hope you enjoyed that video make sure that you like and scribe below hit that notification bell so you can see every single time I upload and if you've been enjoying my work lately I definitely recommend that you go and check out the patreon account I've started there's some really cool benefits on there that I think you will definitely like and I would really appreciate your support so I can keep making these videos and hopefully I can upload more often thanks very much and peace out Read the full article

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How Rick Ross

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