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That September Night, Part 1
Summary: Unlucky in love, you go against everything you have ever believed, and signed up for The Bachelor. You didn’t want to, but didn’t want to miss out on the experience. You didn’t expect the bachelor to be the ridiculously handsome Nick Vaughan. Didn’t expect an instant connection. But you also weren’t prepared for the drama, the anger, the hate, the worry, the constant cameras, or Nick’s need to steal you away from the cameras any chance he could.
Pairings: Nick Vaughan X Reader
Rating: fluff
Warnings: mild language, the start of gossip, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.9K
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You smile as you look around the third location of The Bubble Bea Beanery. What started as a cute quaint coffee and tea shop had turned into something so much more. Growing beyond your expectations. The new site was coming along perfectly. You didn’t even have to tell your assistant what you wanted, she just knew. It had the same vibe as the other two locations, but each store had its own unique spin and personality.
Your cousin yells your name as she slings the door open,and you turn to greet her. Spinning around in the store with your arms spread wide and the biggest smile on your face. You were so proud, “So we need to talk,” Chelsea starts off, without even a short sweet hello.
“About what?” Chelsea was always up to something, and always getting you in trouble.
“You know I love you, and I love what you’re doing here. The Bubble Bean is adorable.”
“But?” There was always a but. Especially with the way she had approached this conversation.
“You don’t have anyone to share it with.”
“Ugh,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as you head towards the storage room. Chelsea follows you, wanting to start speaking, but you cut her off, “Do you not think I haven’t tired? You act as if I hole up alone every night in my apartment. I don’t. I just don’t think there’s anyone worth my time. I would rather be single than settle, and…why are you smiling?”
“I did something stupid, but it paid off,” you open your eyes wide as you hold out your arms, glaring at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You are smiling, and you said you did something stupid. I’m not doing speed dating nonsense.”
“I’m not asking you to. I…I can’t proceed down this path without your consent.”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what it is,” she counters. Following you as you walk further away. Starting to pack up bags of coffee beans. “I’m trying to help you.”
“No.”
“But I want to help you.”
“Absolutely no.”
“Please, just hear me out,” sighing, you stop your movements and give her your undivided attention. “It’s not the best timing. And before you say anything, just listen. I know you’ve got the third store opening, and there’s still so much to do, but I signed you up for something.”
You roll your eyes because it was always something she was wanting you to do. Cousins, but also best friends. She found love early, and had children early. Now she wanted to live vicariously through you as you navigated trying to find someone that was worth having more than three dates with. “You were approved to go on The Bachelor.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“The season you're on has a music producer named Nick Vaughan on it, and…”
“Shut up! The Bachelor? Like the show we have a FaceTime call every Monday night to watch?” Chelsea nods her head, and reaches into her pocket for her phone before she shows you a picture, “This is Nick?”
“Yep. And I know what you’re thinking…”
“He’s hot.”
“That is not at all what I thought you were thinking. But I’m going to shut up, you work it out in your head. Can I make a bubble tea?”
“No,” you groan, trying to think things through logically. What would it actually feel like to date a guy that was obviously dating twenty other women? To know that you weren’t the only person he was talking to. You wouldn’t be the only person he was spending time with. Was developing sincere feelings even possible? You enjoyed the show, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the show. That was a lot to think about.
“We’re on time crunch. There’s other girls that want to be on. And they chose you. I don’t know what the criteria is, and I’m not going to pretend to know, but The Bachelor with that hot guy. What do you have to lose?”
“I’m opening up a new store.”
“And Claudia has made all the decisions. You just told me that yesterday.”
“But it’s not open.”
“Claudia and you hired several new employees. Rick is going to test them on their coffee making skills. Babes, even though you’ve got a new store opening, you’ve got this down. It’s completely perfect. And you can do this. You can go on this stupid show and have fun. Maybe make out with a hot guy, and make your last boyfriend that lasted a total of three months, jealous. You could have that hot man make out with you on camera, and try and get it in. And every man that used the excuse that they weren’t in the right place in their life can swallow rocks while you fuck Nick.”
“You can’t do that. It’s what the fantasy suite is for,” it actually didn’t sound like a bad idea. It sounded fun. But could you trust everyone on your team to make this store happen?
“Okay, you get to travel, have fun, meet this incredibly hot guy, spend time with women exploring different locations, and then there’s this possibility of finding love. How bad could this be?”
“Why would you say that?” You ask, childishly stomping your foot. She knows how superstitious you are, and that was not necessary. “You have ruined everything now.”
“So does that mean you’re going to go?” Chelsea taps her knuckles on the cabinets three times before you ever nod your head yes. You were going to do it, but it was only to have fun.
Nick rubs his hand over his brows, scrunching his eyes. He is annoyed. “Why am I doing this again?”
“It’s good publicity,” Nick’s hand slaps down on the arm of the chair as he glares over at his manager. “You said you didn’t have time to date, and you weren’t into just sex. Here you go. You get to date twenty-six women at once.”
“Sounds exhausting.”
“And they all know that you’re dating all of them,” Nick rolls his eyes, settling back more into his chair. Dating around out in the open when you were the only male, and the women lived together, “Nick, it’s for a few weeks. What is the worst that could happen,” Nick’s eyes turn into saucers as he stares over at his manager, and Mickey taps his knuckles on the table beside him three times.
“Seriously? You know I hate sentences like that.”
“And I did your odd little ritual or knocking on wood three times. You signed the contract though. You’re doing it. Just have fun. Meet women. Enjoy yourself.”
Nick did not think he would enjoy himself. He thinks this show is going to be corny. The only thing he can hope for is maybe some fun. Maybe get to meet some attractive women. But he knows the drama is coming. He knows his normally private life is going to be exaggerated to make it look more exciting on television. Fake dates, and too many women; a lot could go wrong.
Nick looks out at the property of the mansion, shaking his head. The women are gorgeous. They seemed interesting, and first impressions aren't everything, but there was nobody he had met that he actually saw himself with. There could always be something more. But it was starting to feel monotonous.
Gorgeous women. And this was just speed dating. It is all it was. He says his hellos, nodding his head. He’s polite, and notices the camera. They all put on a show for him. They wanted him to remember them. And still they blurred together.
He looks over at the producers, giving them a curt nod as he sighs. “How long is this supposed to last?”
“You signed the contract,” a nameless, faceless producer reminds him.
“Right. Is that all of them?” He had been standing here for ages. When they shake their heads, he lets out a dramatic puff of air. “She’s late?”
“Yes. Her driver.”
Nick wants to fire the driver. “Is she the last one?” Another nod from the producer. This is what he didn’t like. Things weren’t in his control here when in real life they normally were. He was the director of things in the studio. He told other’s what to do. And now he was being controlled by people he didn’t know and a bunch of giggly women. He is already exhausted thinking about it.
“Finally,” Nick whispers as headlights shine on the damp pavement.
Pursing your lips, you exhale slowly as the car rolls into place. He looks annoyed. This was a terrible idea. He couldn’t even look at the car. The driver couldn’t find your location. You knew you were going to be the first to be sent home. You couldn’t even see his face. He was disinterested before even meeting you because of something beyond your control.
Grabbing onto the door handle, you pull the lever, and step out of the car. Nick’s head tips forward, and your eyes lock in with his crystal blue eyes. “Hey,” he says with a boyish grin.
“Hey,” you smile back. His pictures didn’t do him any justice. He is handsome, but it was so much more than that. There seemed to be a young mischievous quality about him. You give him your name, and he pulls up your hand up to his mouth, kissing over your knuckles.
“I’m Nick.”
“I know,” he hadn’t dropped your hand, and you had no intention of removing it. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous.”
“I was,” you clear your throat, looking down to the ground. It was too soon. You did not want to be the one saying you were in love the first night. “So…uh…what do you do?”
“I own a couple coffee shops. Putting up the third.”
“I love coffee. What’s it called?”
“The Bubble Bee Beanery,” Nick’s eyes somehow get brighter, and his smile widens. His thumb starts making shapes on the top of your hand, and you become even more nervous. Who was this man to get you to act like a school girl?
“You’re a New York girl?” Staring at him confused, you nod your head. “Upper East Side?”
“Yes,” your word drags out. Had he done some research on you ladies, and he just knew it was you.
“I love the Bubble Bee. My order is the Metropolitan. I don’t always get to go in there; my assistant gets it most of the time. I prefer the flagstone store. And…that’s yours? I’ll admit the bubble tea is not really my thing, but the coffee is top notch. Naming specialty drinks after parts of the city is cute. It’s just good coffee. Not too gimmicky. And you did this show for what reason?”
“To hopefully find love. Isn’t that why you signed up?” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to. He still hadn’t quit touching you. His hand was steadily in your own.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” his eyes coast up and down your body, admiring every bit of your soft curves. You are surprising to him, in the best way possible. Not at all stuffy like the other girls. There was a playfulness. A soft quality. While everyone else was just trying to be sexy, you are being lighthearted.
“You should probably head in for cocktails.”
“Will I get to talk to you the rest of the night? Or are you going to mingle some more?”
“I have to mingle. But I definitely want to see you out in the garden. Just you and me. Bring a drink,” a producer beckons Nick over to him, and Nick runs his thumb and forefinger over his beard. Making you weak, and visioning sinful thoughts about him. Maybe this experience isn’t going to be too bad. And maybe you could at least have some fun. You did like what you were seeing.
It feels weird to be in a house of women that are looking at one guy. The same guy that you couldn’t keep your eyes off. The very man that you had to keep telling yourself that he was not locking eyes with you. He couldn’t be sitting on a couch with four other women, and his sight drifting to yours. That was most definitely not what was happening. Never.
Nick stands from the couch, giving each lady a nod before walking right over towards you, his hand going towards your free hand, “What are you drinking, bellissima?”
“Are you Italian?”
“Not that I’m aware of. But beautiful just seems a bit too cliche tonight. Bellissima has a spark. What’s in your cup?”
“It’s a whiskey sour.”
“Hmm,” he says with a grin, pulling your hand into his. “Follow me. Let’s get a bit of privacy.
Holding onto your hand, he leads you outside, and you hear whispers immediately. Could feel eyes stabbing in the back of your head. You were going to be talked about. You had seen the show enough that anytime a girl was pulled away from the group, everyone had something to say. You didn’t go to Nick, he came to you. Now you were a target.
He sits down, and pulls you right along with him. His arm wraps around you. “If we were here, I would have already taken you home.”
“What makes you think I would have followed you? I’m not that kind of girl, Nicholas.”
“Oh, she likes using the whole name when she’s calling me out. So, what kind of girl are you, Bella?” Your brow perks up, and you find yourself leaning slightly more into him. “I can’t go around calling you bellissima in front of the other ladies. They’ll get jealous. So, Bella, what kind of a girl are you?”
“Someone who wants a partner. I can do life by myself. I just want to enjoy life with someone. I don’t need a man, I want a man. Have our shared moments, create new memories, and have fun.”
“Well, this show is for marriage,” you’re not an idiot. You knew it was for marriage, and respond with a grin, and a slight nod. “Clearly, you want to be married, so that’s good.”
“And what about you? Is marriage something you’ve wanted?” There is something oddly liberating about not holding back with this line of questions. Both of you knew the end goal, and that was marriage. You didn’t have to go through months of dating only to realize he didn’t believe in marriage. Or waste your time because you were not the girl he wanted to marry, he had a different vision. It was always an excuse, but it was never you they wanted.
“I’ve always wanted marriage. I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic. I find women nowadays don’t align with what I want.”
“Oh,” he had to have a flaw. And here it was. He was going to tell you. He had a sick idea of a housewife that had no personality. Of course he had to have something wrong with him.
“I want…I think people see me as a way to meet celebrities. I want to be able to bring my girlfriend, or wife with me to parties, and events. I just don’t want her to run off with one of the artists I’m working with. They have the fame, and the adoration. I have the talent behind the scenes, why would they want me?”
“Why would they not?” He gives you a serene smile, but you know he’s been hurt. From the sounds of it more than once with a cheating girlfriend. “If someone is going to leave you like that, or cheat on you like that, they never loved you to begin with. It was a means to find someone else. I hate cheaters. I’ve never understood it. Just leave. Cheating hurts everyone involved, and nobody realizes that until it’s too late. Oh…”
You take a deep breath in as Nick’s nose touches your own. His cologne mixes with the beer he had been nursing, and it makes you dizzy. It isn’t until he pulls your drink out of your hand that you realize that your legs were laying over top of his. Things felt comfortable, and you had only met this man.
“I’d like to kiss you,” Nick’s lashes flutter on your cheek, and you want nothing more than to touch his lips with your own.
“You say that to all the girls here,” it was the first damn night, and every movement of your mouth has your lips brushing up against his.
“They’re boring. Let me kiss you,” you respond by puckering your lips and pulling him into you. You had told yourself that you wanted to have fun, and didn’t want to hold back. You didn’t believe you could find true love on this show, but getting to kiss a sexy man was worth it.
“She’s already kissing him,” Nicole says as she marches back to the other girls. “She’s going to be a problem. She’s a fast mover. She probably said something to him when they first met. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.”
“It’s the first night. She’s just trying to get a rose,” Holly sighs. Everyone was here for the same thing, and that was him. It sucks that she wasn’t the one to get a kiss, but she couldn’t fault you.
“No, they’re totally making out. It’s the first night.”
You have to pull away from Nick, gasping for air as you stare into those bright blue eyes. Noticing all the different shades that made up the color blue that was unique to him. “You felt it?” He whispers. “Don’t play games, Bells. I’m not. You’re getting the first impression rose. I’ve…I need some air.”
There was a difference with kissing him. Nothing had ever felt better. Nothing has ever even tasted better than his lips. His tongue. And there were cameras capturing it all. Even the tightness of his pants, and quick departure.
Jena grabs the card, squealing as she starts to open it, “Make sure you’re laser focused,” after she says your name with the other group of girls, you lose interest. You are going on a group date, with something that involves lasers, and you are getting to see Nick again.
“So is he a good kisser?”
“Hmm?” Looking up from your bland coffee, you stare at one of the nameless contestants. You couldn’t keep up. There were so many of them.
“You going to play innocent when Nicole saw you and Nick kissing. So was he any good?” You didn’t have to listen to this. You aren’t opposed to making friends, but the point of the show wasn’t them. It was him. “That bad or that good?”
“What do you want me to say? Nick and I kissed. I’ll admit to that, as to everything else it doesn’t matter. I’m going to get dressed for the date.”
“He left the cocktail hour. Barely talked to anyone. Maybe her kiss was the one that was so bad he couldn’t stand being around her.”
“She got a first impression rose. I don’t think it was a bad kiss.”
“And he still asked her for a group date.”
They weren’t slick, or quiet. No wonder there was always so much drama on here. You could hear everything. And you learned quickly that if you didn’t hear it someone would tell you what you missed. A constant trying to pit everyone against each other. It was going to be a long seven weeks. If you made it that far.
Laser tag. Of course that’s what the date card meant. And of course you being caught making out with Nick had everyone immediately wanting to go up against you. Not all could. You had to be put into teams. Your team got lucky, you’re an excellent shot.
“Oof!” You choke out as someone pulls you into a hidden alcove of the arena. Back slamming against the wall, and then the softest touch of his fingertips run down your side, “Nick, we can’t…”
“I had to see you. There’s never enough time with you. There’s no cameras here. And I can’t stay away. You feel it right?” Biting at your lip, you nod your head. Trembling as his hands grips to your hip. Fingers digging into your skin, while his thumb makes shapes on your stomach so tenderly. His hand rests on the wall beside your head, and you suddenly understand all those romance novels. This is the perfect angle for him.
“You’re getting a rose,” he informs you, biting at his lip. Unsure of whether this was part of the show or not, but you liked it.
“I don’t need you to tell me that.”
“I want to be open and honest with you about what I’m thinking. You’re getting a rose. You’re not going anywhere, and from how I feel right now, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. I need you to stay and see where this goes. Kiss me.”
Shaking your head no, you pull him closer. Your hand drops the laser gun and you run you shaking fingers up his back, “You better kiss me, or I’ll make sure Nicole gets a good shot at you.”
“This is too fast,” was it the show or getting caught up in the feelings that made people fall so fast. When you watched the show you laughed at these women. Now you understand. You could see it happening, and feel it right before your eyes. It didn’t even feel free.
“So? This is not a normal way of dating. This is entertainment for millions, and this kiss is just for us. Kiss me like you wanted to last night. No cameras. No bullshit. Just…” your hand coasts to his neck, and you pull him into you. Slotting your lips on his, and the hand beside your head moves to the back of your neck, and he presses his weight into you.
Breathless isn’t even the word. It’s shocking. Lightning sparks through your veins when his tongue licks over your lips, and you grant him access. Whimpering in his mouth, and clinging to him so tightly. This wasn’t a normal first kiss. This was just the beginning of passion. Had this alcove had more room, you would have been pulling him to the floor.
Nick starts ghosting his lips down your jaw, settling on your neck, and gives you a tiny little nip. Rolling his hips into your body, “Nick, we can’t.”
“I want to.”
“I want to, too, but,” your words drown out as his mouth dips even lower on your body. “Nick, please.”
“I love that word coming out of your mouth,” you mewl as he kisses down your chest. Fingers weaving through his hair. “My god, Bella…”
“Stop. Stop stop,” he stands up immediately, staring at your kiss bruised lips. “They already hate me.”
“I saw the footage. It seems to just be a couple that hate you.”
“I watch the show. I know how girls can be. Just…I like this, but we have a contract. And not all of us want to buy ourselves out of it. This was fun.”
“Maybe, we’ll do it again?”
It was cruel. Having to follow someone else’s rules, and not just your own. They weren’t even Nick’s rules, but the studios. “You know where to find me,” you playfully answer, and his eyes drift down your body as you begin to leave.
“I’ve got a rose just for you,” and let the games begin.
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Summer Wedding Part 5
Comments and reboots welcome NO permission to repost or publish or translate.
Angsty (a lot... it's me after all) fluffy 18+just in case.
The next morning she woke up and she felt so much lighter even if she didn't know where she was for a moment last night slowly came back to her but in reverse with Nick even helping her put sheets he loaned her on the bed of the fully furnished appartment. It was early afternoon and Nick had kept his door, which just happened to be across the way, opened.
Earlier he had gotten her a donut for breakfast just as a pick me up and was a little worried it was still sitting there; especially after learning how possessive Ari had been and how he made her feel.
He was teaching an older student, a retiree who always wanted to learn and now had time. Nick who keep one eye on the open door, well her door was her reaction to the treat. Her eyes opened a little. Her eyebrows raised slightly and then a sigh, he thinks, followed by a smile. She knocked on the door.
"Sorry to interrupt. But, thanks Nick"
"For what? Its not a big deal," He laughs it off. With a blush. "I figured you could-use a pick me up."
"I um " she chuckled nervously and her breath picked up hoping plans were still on the table for her to move in rent free for a bit. " I don't have a key and I have to run out I don't wanna I mean I don't-"
"Right I'll up make up a key for you later. We always change the locks after each person. Moves in case they ya know. I'll be here all day though so you're good."
Her shoulders drop in relief as a smile crossed her face.
"Thanks for everything Nick" I'll I'm sorry for interrupting." She smiles and then leaves. Once the building door is heard breaking the silence while the retiree was taking a drink of water.
"Chinese." The retiree says
"What?"
"Chinese and a movie night you can't go wrong with that."
"I don't know what you mean." Nick blushes
"I'm sure you don't. She's a pretty girl. And you never gave me food when I moved in."
Nick didn't know what to say.
"She won't say no I guarantee it."
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She knew she would be out by now and out late today based on the schedule she had been given a week ago and if he was by some evil curse there he'd be sleeping. He was the same during certain types of "projects" . She was relaxed walking in.
Then she saw Ari sitting on the floor she watched as he ran his hands through his hair and then stood up oblivious to her, she was watching the scene completely confused. His head hanging low.
"Ari. You're here. And awake I thought you'd be-"
He had jumped up the moment he heard her voice call his name.
"I've been worried sick," he wrapped his arms around her with his head on top of hers. Hes only a few inches taller at 6'1 vs her 5'8 but he still did it "about you. You've been gone the whole night. I."
He let go to look at her all over make sure she wasn't hurt.
"I stayed at a friends." She shrugged away from him and he all to easily let her slip from his grip, "And I found a place I'm moving in this weekend."
"What?" His heart hit the floor.
"Yea so you can have your bed back soon."
"Wa I mean I well this I-" for the first time Ari didn't know what to say or how to handle the situation. His entire life he's been able to just fly by the seat of his pants
Nick had kept his promise and that weekend he helped her move out. Nick had made sure Ari wasn't in a room alone with her and Nick had placed himself between her and Ari at all times.
She was so much happier since she was living alone. Truthfully so was nick...especially since she agreed to have dinner with him... more than once. He doesn't remember the last time he had laughed so much, even smiled so much and when she had smiled he did then too. There was such a light in her that Nick saw that first morning and he wasn't going to let Ari do anything.
The whole time Ari was watching it was the worst horror movie Ari has ever seen. The worst situation Ari has ever been in. Thr amount of internal bleeding Ari was dealing with was insurmountable. For the first time in Ari's grown up life he had no plan. No words. He was helpless. She wouldnt let him help in fact she tried her best to ignore Ari's presence. Ari left lifeless.
"Ari I, Im sorry I- no you know what I'm not sorry. You made me feel like shit like crap. I thought I was shit. And um. I deserve someone who won't do that to me. Make me feel like that."
Meeting Nick reminded her but she wasn't going to say anything. "Ari won't be in my life any more. In fact He isn't." She told herself. But she wasn't heartless she couldn't be after everything. There were good moments after all.
"You're an amazing father to Maya but that doesn't mean an you're a good man...for me.tell her I'll always be here for her.
She sees Nick behind him on a door way nodding in encouragement. She told him how she was nervous about the conversation she knew would happen and Nick had simply assured her that she was right and he'd be there to help if Ari wasn't agreeing. Nick knew she was strong enough someone just had to remind her.
"The argument you never appologized. But I did and that told me everything. You can't say the words I'm sorry-"
"I am I am so so sorry."
"Ari just stop. It's too late."
She pushed past him proud that the single tear that tightroped acorss her eyeline never fell over. That said more than words ever could.
(I know Ari ran his hand down his beard then was rubbing his beard trying to stratagize to find a strategy. But I need to put it behind me.)
"You ok?" Nick curiously asked hoping her answer would remind herself of her strength. Nick somehow never realized what a great guy he is but she did.
"Yea . In fact I'm great."
"Good. Now what do you think of ttyin the amazing fantastic Ray's for dinner?"
"Didn't we have that last night?"
"No we had the amazing fabulous Rays."
"Oh god."
"And they are all on facing street corners," he wispered for some reason but it made her laugh.
They were done but Nick realized heft his phone and went back in.
"Hey," Ari grabbed his arm as he was walking out, surprising Nick who didn't miss a a beat changing his posture to match the lion one Ari has naturally.
"She trusts you."
"And I trust her."
"You better take good care of her."
Nick was taken back she didnt need anyone to 'take care of her,' what she did need was a friend right now. And nick would wait forever for her.
"Comming from you that's real rich. We're not dating but," Nick looked out the window to see her smiling along with the radio, and he couldn't help but smile
"She means the world to me."
"She deserves it."
"Yea she does." Nick's venom pierced Ari like a snake bite as Nick was sure to make a point to drive it home to hurt Ari.
He got into the car and they went off to move her away leaving Ari alone. It wasn't that he was a lone, it was that he lost her. He always had her to come home to and he loves that and cherished that until he let a bad day become a bad week and took it out on her he had no one to blame but himself.
He walked to Maya's room and he picked up her Gloworm. The one maya insisted on using... for this... He opened the velcro and moved the battery aside, he took out and a small box. He doesn't know why he was torturing himself by doing this but as he opened up the box a small peice of paper came out, he unfolded it, it was something Maya wrote herself. She was so excited and happy when Ari talked to Maya about what he wanted. He felt a horrible so horrible.. worse than scum shit crap. as he just didn't ruin things for himself but for Maya. Then he read the paper it had one sentance written in pink crayone was the words:
"PLEASE marry my Daddy."
And Ari cried again.
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Welcome to the hottest 80s band tourney
In this tournament you can submit an band from the 80s here and we’ll see who’s the hottest
Submissions are now closed
Submission requirements
It must be a band no solo artists
I need a list of the members and the instrument they play
They had to have produced at least one album during the 80s
Choose the lineup that you want just make sure that they just all performed together during the 80s
For a list of the lineups check here a quicker list of submitted bands is down below. We are trying to get to 256 submissions so don’t worry about submitting to many bands.
List of submitted bands
will be updated
Guns’N Roses
Mötley Crüe
Queen
Hanoi Rocks
Iron Maiden
Poison
Rush
Anthrax
Possessed
Bon Jovi
Skid Row
Talking Heads
Warrant
The Cure
The Bangles
Def Leppard
The Traveling Wilburys
U2
Dokken
Blondie
Duran Duran
Quiet Riot
Aerosmith
Dio
Metallica
Winger
The Human League
The Clash
Cinderella
Nirvana
The Smiths
The Police
They Might Be Giants
Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band
R.E.M.
Spın̈al Tap
Tin Machine
Red Hot Chili Peppers
ZZ Top
AC/DC
Beastie Boys
Depeche Mode
The Pogues
Bauhaus
Prince and the Revolution
Joy Division
Fleetwood Mac
Devo
Van Halen
Van Halen (again)
Led Zeppelin
Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
Genesis
Primus
Ramones
Yes
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Kraftwerk
The Alan Parsons Project
Hall and Oates
Echo and the Bunnymen
Tears for Fears
The Psychedelic Furs
Misfits
Living Colour
XTC
Adam and the Ants
Run-DMC
King Crimson
Public Enemy
KISS
N.W.A.
Whitesnake
Black Sabbath
Deep Purple
L.A. Guns
W.A.S.P.
Pantera
Styx
B-52’s
Vixen
The Go Go’s
The Residents
Pretenders
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Asia
Jethro Tull
Green Day
Journey
Wham!
Pet Shop Boys
The Who
Scorpions
Heart
Ratt
The Beach Boys
Queensrÿche
The Cars
Foreigner
Marillion
GWAR
Max Webster
Twisted Sister
Stray Cats
Megadeth
The Stone Roses
Slayer
Operation Ivy
Bam Bam
Cybotron
Steve Miller Band
The Highwaymen
10cc
Fugazi
Minor Threat
Dead Kennedys
Blackfoot
Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble
Dire Straits
Electric Light Orchestra
The J. Geils Band
Judas Priest
Motörhead
Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young
Elvis Costello and the Attractions
Chicago
The Replacements
The Kinks
Pixies
Men at Work
Stryper
Faster Pussycat
Thin Lizzy
Grateful Dead
Sepultura
Bananarama
Nine Inch Nails
Foghat
Blue Öyster Cult
Culture Club
Tesla
Soundgarden
Berlin
Boston
Public Image Ltd
Pink Floyd
The Professionals
Starship
REO Speedwagon
Extreme
Shonen Knife
Night Ranger
De La Soul
Salt-N-Pepa
Earth, Wind & Fire
X
X Japan
The The
The Time
Steely Dan
Godley & Creme
The Tragically Hip
Dexys Midnight Runners
The Cross
Sonic Youth
Roxy Music
The Rolling Stones
Hüsker Dü
DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince
New Kids on the Block
Huey Lewis and the News
Eurythmics
A Flock of Seagulls
The Blues Brothers
Love and Rockets
Strawberry Switchblade
Los Lobos
Santana
Oingo Boingo
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
A-ha
Crack the Sky
Crowded House
Yellow Magic Orchestra
Eric B. & Rakim
Commodores
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
KIX
White Zombie
UB40
Great White
Bruce Hornsby and the Range
White Lion
.38 Special
The Tubes
Utopia
The Sugarcubes
Faith No More
Throbbing Gristle
Ministry
'til tuesday
Sparks
Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Judds
Dinosaur Jr.
The Moody Blues
Pat Metheney Group
INXS
Status Quo
Melvins
Pandora's Box
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
New Order
Meat Puppets
Descendents
The Fall
Spandau Ballet
Thompson Twins
Tom Tom Club
Jane's Addict
Bob Marley and the Wailers
Modern English
Cutting Crew
My Bloody Valentine
Black Flag
Wire
The Cult
The Jesus and Mary Chain
The Specials
Missing Persons
Simply Red
The Romantics
Madness
Violent Femmes
Skinny Puppy
Cocteau Twins
The Damned
Simple Minds
Frankie Goes to Hollywood
TISM (This Is Serious Mum)
The Cockroaches
The Allman Brothers Band
Cold Chisel
Midnight Oil
NOFX
The Crucifucks
America
Bad Religion
Helloween
Mother Love Bone
The KLF (a.k.a. The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu, a.k.a. The Timelords) [same group, just used numerous names]
Dog Police
Frank Chickens
Men Without Hats
Europe
Can I submit propaganda?
Not right now. If you do I won’t post it until the polls start which looking right now could be a while.
But it will be posted eventually
can I submit more than one band?
yes!! Go wild
Some blogs that inspired this
@billboard-hotties-tourney
@the-80s-music-colosseum
#80s bands#80s music#80s glam#80s metal#80s rock#tournament poll#tumblr tournament#The hottest 80s band tournament#80s pop#80s post punk#80s country#80s#1980s#eighties
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MASTERLIST
✨Masterlist ✨
READ ME BEFORE YOU REQUEST
Please note I don’t write anything that is illegal or borderline inappropriate. This includes sibling smut, adult baby kink (I dont even know what its called), teacherxstudent relationships and anything else I deem off. I also havent been to high school for many years so even if it’s innocent fluff I do not write HS AUs. If you’re unsure just ask! Can even be anon and if you don’t get a reply to your request then it’s a no. I’m fine with Daddy kink and most sex stuff as long as it doesn't cross lines into over infantilising, acting like an actual baby.
As much as I’d love to sit in my bed all day and write fics... I have a big girl job and answer my requests in order I receive them (lol OCD tings) and I cant start one until the other is done (again sorry OCD tings). So please note there is a 3 week ish turn around for requests at max. And sometimes if I get a good idea I’ll write my own first cause I have to get it out of my head. But if you want updates feel free to message me or I’ll post an update if I get caught up in life!
I’m always up for a chat and am pretty active on here so you’re welcome to talk to me about whatever, ask questions or just chat! Please note it’s an 18+ account and if you don’t specify that I won’t reply.
Ty x
Clover ☘️
Dividers from the brilliant @firefly-graphics 💕
Gifs and images are not mine!
KEY:
☁️ - Fluff
🔥 - Smut/NSFW
🌤 - Platonic
🌧 - Tear Jerker / Sad
🌪 - Angst
SERIES:
COMING SOON: Third Times A Charm | A Chris Evans X RDJ Sister!Reader (description here)
Take Me Home | Nick Vaughan X Reader:
Part 1 - Meet Cute ☁️
Yes, No, Maybe | Chris Evans X Curvy!Reader:
Part 1 - Chris meets you and has to have you. ☁️🌪
Part 2 - your first date. ☁️
Part 3 (Virgin!Reader) - Chris takes your virginity 🔥☁️
Bubba | Dad!Chris Evans X Pregant/Mom!Reader):
Part 1 - You tell Chris he’s going to be a dad for the first time. ☁️🌧
Part 2 - Protective!DadChris ☁️
IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS & HEADCANONS:
Chris Evans
You’re Mine (Curvy!Reader) - You’re Chris’s FWB and you wonder if you’re the only one 🔥☁️
All Worth It (Curvy!Reader) - You and Chris go public with your relationship. ☁️
Chris Evans Alphabet (Curvy!Reader) - smut implied but mainly fluff. ☁️
Chris Evans Alphabet NSFW - 🔥
What A Girl Wants - You’re a str!pper and Chris wants you for the night. 🔥
Happiest Man Alive - You’re a florist and Chris proposes at the Oscars ☁️
No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl - A journalist insults you to Chris’s face. 🌪
Best Birthday Ever (Curvy!Reader) - You usually dread your birthday but Chris has a surprise in stall. ☁️
Bed. Now. - Finals week has hit but Chris wants you to sleep. ☁️
Boston Boy Documentary - Your segment in Chris’s documentary. ☁️
Can’t Believe They’re Real - Chris is an ass guy but with tits like yours he cant help be obsessed. 🔥
Favourite Pillows - Chris’s favourite pillows are conveniently on your chest. ☁️
My Angel (Model!Reader) - You’re a Victoria Secret Angel ☁️
Because I Want You - Your bestie, Chris gets a bit jealous... ☁️🌪
Cookie - Baking cookies doesnt go as planned. ☁️🔥
High On You - You and Chris enjoy a joint together. ☁️
I’m in Chwarge (Blurb) - No one tells you whhat to do besides Chris ☁️🔥
Tik Tok Leggings - You could say Chris likes your new leggings… 🔥☁️
Eat Shit Ransom - You’ve got a huge crush on Ransom 🌪☁️
Pork or Pasta? - You meet Chris for the first time but arent so sure about him... 🌪☁️
Mint Condition - Captain America Roleplay 🔥
Sexiest Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader) - You get hate for your body and Chris comes to your defence. 🌪☁️
Headcanon!Chris Evans - Chris start to cheer his gf up. How? With stupid cheesy pick up lines ☁️
Steve Rogers
I’m The Captain Now - Taking Steve’s virginity 🔥
Off to College - You & Steve send your little girl off to College ☁️🌧
Family Matters - Steve’s sister dies 🌧🌤
Roped Up - Steve ties you up 🔥
Soxs - You get Steve a cat to help with his nightmares. ☁️
Prettiest Girl In The World (PreSerum!Steve X Plussize!Reader) - Steve thinks you’re the best even if you don’t. 🔥☁️🌧
Get A Life - Shortsized!Reader working for Bruce Banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her. ☁️
Frank Adler
Disneyland - You and Frank take Mary to Disney ☁️
Put It On My Tab - Frank introduces Female Bartender!Reader and introduces her to his niece. ☁️
Andy Barber
What To Wear (Curvy!Reader) - Andy helps you find a shirt that fits for your date night. ☁️
Sparks Fly - Soulmate AU ☁️
You’re Sick (Blurb) ☁️
Our Home - Laurie shows up unannounced. 🌪☁️
Knock Knock - You surprise Andy at work. 🔥
Lloyd Hansen
You’re Not Sorry - You act like a brat but Lloyd is going to make you pay for it. 🔥🌪
Ari Levinson
I’ll Take Care of You - Ari is married to your sister but he has you on on his mind. 🔥
Neighbours - You get very friendly with your neighbour, Ari. 🔥
Ransom Drysdale
Good Bunny - Ransom wants to explore the hole God can’t see... 🔥
Liam Hemsworth
Nostalgia - You and Liam reunite but its a little different now. ☁️🌪
#chris evans fics#chris evans masterlist#chris evans fan fiction#chris evans fanfic#Chris Evans fandom#chris evans x reader
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The ABCs of Nick Vaughn ~ master list
Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)
Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn
Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...
A/N: So this based on this ask by @atoosa22
Hi.Can i ask for a smutt and fluff alphabet for Nick Vaughan please?
Ask and you finally receive!
There is no set time for releases as I will post as I finish. And the list below is just want I have. There will be 26 letters with a short post for all. If you have a suggestion for the remaining letters, please let me know!
I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated
divider by @firefly-graphics
A - Aftercare
B - Body Part
C - Cum
D - Dirty Secret
E - Experimentation
F - Fellatio
G- Glasses
H - Hair
I - Ice cream
J - Jerking Off
K - Kink
L - Location
M - Movement
N - Necklace
O - Orgasm Denial
P - Possessive
Q - Quickly and Quietly
R - Romance
S - Stimulation
T - Tension
U - Under
V - Voyerism
W - Wet
X - X-rated
Y - YOLO
Z - Zenith
Tagging my normal tag list but please let me know if you want in or out!
@patzammit @slutforchrisjamalevans @jennmurawski13-writes @firephotogrl74 @texmexdarling @tinkerbelle67
#andy's shenanigans#andy's hea#chris evans#the ABCs of nick Vaughn#nick vaughn x reader#chris evans fanfiction#nick vaughn smut#nick vaughn x you#before we go au#chris evans fic#chris evans smut#chris evans au
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Miscellaneous Masterlist
Fics with a ❤️🔥 contain smut and are 18+. MINORS DNI!
I do not have a schedule please don’t ask when updates will be!
One Shots
What Chris and his characters would do on valentines day
How would Chris and Co react you bringing home a stray
How would Chris and Co act when you’re on your period
How would Chris and Co react when you’ve had a bad day
Keeping you warm this Christmas - Johnny Storm x Reader
Some Cruel Joke - Johnny Storm x Reader
Snow on the Beach - Johnny Storm x Reader
Magical Mystery Christmassy Tour - Nick Vaughan x Reader
Hallmark Movie - Guy x Reader (Playing it cool)
Oh My My My - Jimmy Dobyne x Reader
My Beautiful Flower - Jimmy Dobyne x Reader
Better the enemy you know - Lloyd Hansen x Reader 🔥
Envy - Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Fallin’ In Heart First - Cole Turner x Country Singer!Reader
Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader
Series/AU
Fixer Upper AU - Mechanic!Curtis Everett x Reader
The Spiders Chronicles - Chris and Co
Boston Bears Rugby Player AU! - Chris and Co
Challenges / Celebrations
1k follower Writing Challenge
23 Inside A Fantasy Birthday Celebration
Stevie’s Birthday Celebration 2022
2.5k Followers Challenge and Exchange
I Love You 3000 Celebration
#niamhwrites#Cole Turner#lloyd hansen#Jimmy Dobyne#Nick Vaughn#Curtis Everett#Johnny Storm#Playing It Cool
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tasm!peter parker
like honestly i’m not sure how to exactly set this up, but like a mini series of like a friends to lovers but the reader already has been in a relationship for like three years or something and she finally realizes that her partner isn’t really fulfilling the role of her partner in the relationship and seeks out help from peter and gwen ? idk i just thought this quote from my favorite movie would fit that, like she should try to make her relationship work or just end it ? idk you know i love you so we’ll see what happens next, i’ll love any direction you’d want to approach it with ! 😊💗🫶🏼🫶🏼
🎥: before we go
brooke dalton:
it’s possible, isn't it? it’s possible that you could meet somebody who's perfect for you even though you're committed to somebody else.
nick vaughan:
no, no, see, i think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.
Another Way to Fly-[P.P.] | Chapter One
Pairing: TASM!college!Peter Parker x female!college!reader
Summary: You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough.
AU Where Norman isn’t as sick- he’s just an asshole- and Gwen doesn’t go to Oxford. Harry is functioning as an apprentice at Oscorp (He graduated with a master's in two years because of his studying abroad). You, Peter, and Gwen are all seniors at ESU. Because Norman isn’t dying the whole “Goblin” thing is scratched from the record so Peter and Harry are besties.
Word Count: 3.8k
Content Warnings: Swearing, Drinking (Of age), Skeezy men, Blatant objectification of reader, Norman Osborne (I dunno if that's really a warning but like he's gross and a terrible father so I'm listing it)
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A/N: So sorry this took so long @scorpiolystoned! I got caught up in a lot of stuff and it took a second but the first chapter is FINALLY HERE! I'm having fun with this one :))
You were at yet another fundraiser in yet another gown that cost more than your monthly rent, talking to yet another stuffy old man who felt the need to make his opinion known. You smiled politely as he continued to tell you how your generation's greatest issue was a lack of work ethic, which was rich coming from a man who inherited his ten-million-dollar mansion upstate. You were on your third glass of champagne and considering getting a brandy instead. Anything that might make this conversation less painful.
Normally you would have no issue telling him off- rattling off about the lies sold to the working class by the privileged elite- but alas, you were here with your boyfriend, and you couldn’t taint his reputation. Harry would be inheriting Oscorp one day and would need these men to like him to keep it running. So you bit your tongue and plastered on a fake smile.
You said nothing about how insane they all sounded. You said nothing about the racist comments they made about their housekeepers. You said nothing about the skeezy comments they would make about you. You said nothing, because here: women are trophies, not people.
You hated going to these events but you loved Harry. You knew he didn’t like them much either, constantly having to defend his capability and intelligence to men who claim he’s just an idiot boy with a well-respected father.
He asked you to come to keep him sane. However, he was nowhere to be seen. There was no one to save you from this creepy man asking if college was really the right move because it would be better to settle down, “it would be a shame to waste all that beauty.”
You politely excused yourself and made your way to the bar. One benefit of snobby, elitist parties: open bars. You ordered something top-shelf and strong while you fished your phone from your clutch. You sent out a text to Harry letting him know where you were and asking him to come back to your side. You sat there for an hour, nursing your second drink, until he came back.
“Hey babe, sorry about that. My dad reintroduced me to some shareholders and I couldn’t get away.” He gave you a peck on the lips and he sat down next to you.
You rested your head on his shoulder and his arm draped over the back of your shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re more than ready to leave.” You told him you were and he nodded.
As he looked at his watch he sucked his teeth. “If we leave now it’ll be too soon. Can you hang in another hour?”
You pouted at him and he leaned into you, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
You shivered as he kissed just below your ear. He placed his hands in yours as his kisses started trailing lower.
“Okay, okay. You win.” A smile stretched across his face and you swatched his chest. “But you better not abandon me again. I mean it, Osborn.”
He playfully winces as he stands from his chair, “Ooh, last name. She’s serious.”
He gave you another peck on the lips, “I promise.”
And with that, you let him lead you back into the horde.
You made small talk and you played the role of a doting, hype man. To be fair, you didn’t really have to fake that. You loved Harry. It wasn’t hard to gush about his accomplishments, you were immensely proud of him. However you had to format your adoration differently for this crowd, and you hated that.
An hour turned into two, which turned into three. Eventually, you pulled him aside and told him you were ready to go. You felt gross and emotionally exhausted. Harry said he still couldn’t leave but looking at your face he knew you were done.
He called you a cab and told you he would see you later. You hated leaving without him but understood. After a shower, you got ready for bed. You tried to stay up for him but the drinks you had made your eyes heavy and soon you were drifting off to sleep.
You woke up the next morning in an empty bed. You checked your phone to see Harry had texted you.
“I went home with my father last night. Have a good day of classes.” You pushed away the sadness you felt and sent him a text saying you would, asking if you would see him today.
You got up and ready and made your way to a cafe just off campus. Every Monday, you went to Cafè Luna and met up with your friends before class. It was a lovely tradition that began about a year ago when you all discussed how abhorrent you found Mondays. This was a good way to make sure everyone started off on a good note.
You pulled at the glass door and were greeted by the smell of cocoa, butter, sugar, bread, and coffee. A mix that always made you happy. You got in line, pondering what kind of breakfast you wanted today. You could go for the classic breakfast sandwich, or possibly a sweet treat would brighten your mood more. You decided on both, knowing Gwen would split whatever confectionary you got.
As you got to the counter, you gave the cashier your order and handed her Harry’s card. You grabbed a table while you waited for your order to be called out. Just then, two of your three favourite people walked in. You smiled as Gwen waved, rushing towards you to wrap you in a hug. She kissed you on the cheek before separating. Peter beamed at you as well and enveloped you in a firm hug.
You would never tell anyone, but he was the best hugger in the group by far. He always hugged with just enough strength to make you feel warm and safe but not enough to hurt or feel trapped.
Once in your unofficial seating chart, Peter looks around the shop. “Where’s Harry?”
You force a smile, trying not to let your own disappointment show. “He’s at his dad’s. I’m not sure he’s gonna make it today.”
Peter huffed, letting his lips flap together at the end. “Bummer, I was hoping to see ole Harr-Harr.”
You nodded in understanding, wishing for the same. You couldn’t get too lost in your thoughts as you heard your name called from across the cafe.
You stood from your chair, “Sorry guys, I already ordered. I was pretty hungry.”
They both reassured you that it was fine. Peter stood from the table as well. “I’ll go get in line.”
He kissed Gwen on the forehead before walking across the store with you. You grabbed your food and headed back to the table. You placed your cinnamon roll between you and Gwen and passed her a fork.
She feigned innocence, claiming she couldn’t possibly take your food, but eventually gave in when you pointed out how big it was. This was a local shop, and they made all their baked goods in huge sizes. The cinnamon roll between you was almost as big as your hand.
Peter soon returned with his and Gwen’s orders. Gwen thanked him with a kiss on the cheek as Peter casually draped his arm around her. You smiled at the couple and the domesticity they displayed. It was sweet.
“So,” Gwen asked pulling you from your thoughts, “How was your weekend?”
You told her about how you spent most of it preparing for Oscorp's last fundraiser. Norman did a fundraiser once a month, cycling through different organizations and causes.
Last night was for Cerebral Palsy. There was a giant check for a cool million dollars on display in the Osborn name. You hated that charity was thrown around in this way, as a power grab, but you guess there are worst things they could do with their money.
Because of Harry’s absence this morning your friends could sympathise with you openly.
“Yikes, I don’t miss those.”
“How many guys commented on your dress?”
You chuckled, “Yeah Pete, you’re real lucky and only two men commented on my dress. However, three commented on my hips, and six on how beautiful I was.”
Gwen grimaced while Peter looked between the two of you, confused. “I don’t understand. Being called beautiful is bad?” He looked directly at Gwen, “Should I not call you that anymore?”
She chuckles and places a hand over his heart. You watch Peter physically calm at the act. “No, but there’s a certain way in which some men say that doesn’t really mean ‘you’re beautiful.’”
“It means, ‘I see you as a sex object and I am imagining having sex with you right now as we are talking.’” You helpfully supplied.
Gwen raised a finger and pointed it at you with a look of “she’s right.” Peter scrunched up his face in disgust.
“Ew, men are pigs.” You both hummed in agreeance as you tore into your breakfast sandwich.
They told you of their weekend: Dinner at Mays and a nice night in. You tried not to be jealous. You wished that you could do that sort of stuff with Harry. He always wanted to go out, spend money, be seen. You wished that your attention was enough.
You almost got lost in your conversation about work when you caught a glimpse of your phone on the table. You usually kept it in your purse, but you were hoping to get a message from Harry.
“Oh shit! Sorry, I gotta run or I’ll be late for class.” You gathered your stuff and hugged your friends goodbye.
This was a nice tradition, you thought. Your Monday definitely felt a lot better.
You walked out of your last class and sent another text to Harry. He still hadn’t replied to your earlier one from this morning.
“Hey! Missed you at Luna’s today. I’m on my way home.”
You didn’t officially live with Harry, but you might as well. For the past four months, you spent almost every night there. He had made space for you and your things. You had your products in the bathroom and your snacks in the cupboard. Really you only went home for more clothes or if he was busy with work. You knew he appreciated his space when he was working.
As you sat on the subway, you tapped your foot to the beat of the music pumping in your headphones while considering what you would make for dinner tonight, what Harry would want to eat. You scrolled through Pinterest to form ideas.
When you got to the lobby, the doorman greeted you as always. You had given Harry a key to your place ages ago, and in return, he added you to his “list”.
Harr lived in a very expensive Manhatten penthouse, and with its security and staff, you couldn’t enter without him. He didn’t really use a key because he had a private elevator. So instead, he registered you with the building so you could come and go as you please.
When you exited the elevator you called out for him, but it seemed he wasn’t home. You dropped off your stuff and took shower. You loved his shower. The water pressure was amazing and the water never got cold.
As you stepped out you wrapped yourself in his robe and reapplied your makeup in the mirror. Your hair was still wrapped in product, being shaped just right, when you started getting dressed.
Harry still hadn’t texted you back but that wasn’t unheard of. He often got caught up in his work. You knew it could be stressful for him though and you wanted him to come back home to no worries. You put on his favourite lingerie set and one of his dress shirts. You twirled and posed in the mirror, feeling quite good about yourself.
He would be home in about three hours which gave you time to make something for dessert too. You rummage around the fridge and decide on homemade gnocchi, served with a white cheese sauce, asparagus, and buttered scallops. For dessert, you think, a simple fruit tart.
You get to work juggling various doughs and many burners. When you had a minute, you set the table and picked out a red wine that you thought would pair well with the dish. You wanted to arrange flowers for the table, but unfortunately, you didn’t have any, and you didn’t want to risk losing time getting dressed and running down the block.
The penthouse smelled fantastic, and you were proud of your work. You had been dancing around a playlist comprised of “American Standards”. Your hips swayed to the likes of Etta James, Nat King Cole, Bobby Darin, and Doris Day as you made sure everything looked perfect. You missed Harry today and hoped this would put him in a good mood.
You heard your name being called into the space and your feet carried you to the source. Your smile was grand as you jumped onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck. You buried your face into him, conscious of your makeup.
“Hey, Harr-Bear! I missed you!” His arms slowly wrapped around you, but the hold felt foreign.
“Uh, yeah, me too.” He stepped away from you, and his brow furrowed as he looked you over.
“What are you wearing?” Your fingers fiddled with the hem of the shirt, suddenly feeling small.
“I…I know you like it when I wear your clothes, and I- I just thought that maybe you had a hard day, so I wanted to- to surprise you.” Harry looked more than stressed, he looked scared.
He opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. His hand came up to his hair as he looked around.
“(Y/n), I need you to-”
The elevator door opened, and it was too late. The warning he tried to give you was futile as you saw an all too familiar face walk into the room.
Oh shit.
His dad.
He wore a smile you hesitate to call forced. To force a smile, you must put effort into it, but in Norman’s endless quest to evade age- death, really- he had gotten a lot of work done. This resulted in a permanent crooked smile, and brows that looked just a little too high. You had no issue with people getting cosmetic surgery; whatever makes you feel more comfortable, ya know?
But you did have a problem with Norman Osborn. And you had a huge issue with him seeing you in your current state. Panic. Full blown panic. All you can think is “hide!” So you do.
“The scallops!” You ran back to the kitchen as the smell of them roasting wafted through the air.
As you hastily flip them, you look down at your “outfit”. The shirt you picked was thin, almost sheer, making the black set you wore underneath entirely obvious. You might as well be running around naked.
The only way to get to Harry’s room is to cross the living room and run up the stairs, but that means you would have to pass Norman, who is no doubt, doing his surveillance of Harry’s space- being sure to throw in as many passive aggressive comments about his son’s life and design choices.
“Smells delicious in here. Did you cook, Harold?” You hate when he calls him that, and so does Harry. It’s just another reminder that he will never be his own achievements, only his name.
You look across the stove. There isn’t enough there for three. You wished Harry had mentioned bringing his father back with him. You would have prepared better.
You considered, for a moment, ducking into the pantry and just waiting for him to leave. He would never need to know you were here. But he probably heard your exclamation and saw you run. Hiding wasn’t much of an option.
“Oh, well hello (L/n).” You felt your blood run cold.
Slowly you turned to see Norman just in the threshold of the kitchen. His forced smile is now a smirk that makes you nauseous as his eyes trail over your body.
“Dr Osborn.” You try to sound respectful, but it comes out curter than you intended.
Harry is standing behind him, always in his shadow. His eyes were wide, full of shock and horror.
“Is that what you’re planning to wear for dinner?” He still had yet to make eye contact, and it took all of your strength not to curl up in a ball and hide from his gaze.
“I-No, I uh. I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting you. I was just about to change, but I didn’t want anything to burn.” You try to smile as you start pulling things off the burners.
“Harrold, man the stove so your girlfriend can change into something that doesn’t look like it was made for a costume in an adult film.”
Only then does Harry jump into action to save you. He awkwardly enters behind his father, who doesn’t move to let him by, and grabs the tongs from your hand.
Your feet carry you quickly across the polished hardwood, and once on the stairs, you can feel Norman’s eyes on you. You pull the shirt down, a feeble attempt to cover your ass, but it doesn’t do much. When you finally close the door behind you, you feel like crying. This was so humiliating.
You hate Norman. He’s so gross and has no problem ogling you (in anything you wear) while talking down to you. He was never much of a fan of yours.
You didn’t come from money, going up poor in Brooklyn. You weren’t a super genius. You weren’t even interested in science. When you first met Harry, you didn’t even know who he was, but obviously, you only liked him for his money. Norman had more than once commented on the idea of a prenup.
The first time Harry introduced you to his father, it felt more like an interrogation. He grilled you on your studies and your prospects, and your past. Any answer you gave left him with his scowl well in place. Harry didn’t offer much comfort, but you quickly realised that Norman also made Harry upset, just in a very different way.
He held a lot of contempt for his father. He told you about how he shipped him off for school and never reached out. He didn’t like him, that was for sure, but he ran the chequebook. He ran the business Harry thought was his birthright, but Norman is a calloused narcissist, and Harry knows if he pisses him off too much, he’ll give the company to someone else, just out of spite.
You put on an agreeable dress Harry had bought for occasions such as these. Dating Harry came with its own culture, in a way. Most of it revolves around a walk-in closet. This was a casual dinner, but in respect for the calibre of the guest you have to dress up a bit. But not too much. Additionally, it's an evening affair, so a certain colour pallet is in order.
This was a black sundress from some Italian import you couldn’t pronounce. Dainty straps rested on your shoulders, and the hem fell just above your knees. It had a modest V cut, and Harry had instructed you to always wear it with jewellery lest you look bare. You selected a thin gold chain with a small heart pendant, a gift for your first anniversary, and subtle hoops to match. You threw half of your hair up in a clip, and slipped on some black heels to go with it, the stark red on the tread peeking out with every step you took.
As you made your way back downstairs, they were deep in conversation. You nervously joined Harry’s side, and he wrapped an arm around your waist. Norman commented on how you “clean up nice,” and you had to swallow the bile creeping up your throat to thank him.
Norman made a comment in regards to what a terrible host you were, “I’ve been here nearly thirty minutes, and no one’s offered me a drink.”
While he said “no one”, which could be either you or Harry, you knew he meant you. You hadn’t served him yet. Harry tenses at the comment, and you quickly try to correct the mistake. You step away to the bar cart to fix Norman a whiskey with one large ice cube and make the same for Harr. Only Harry thanks you as you bring them back.
You all move to the seating area as they continue to talk business. You learned very quickly that you were not allowed to chime in on these discussions. You nodded attentively and sat by Harry. After a bit, you suggested they sit at the table for dinner.
You nervously plate the gnocchi and scallops, deciding you will take significantly less than Norman and Harry. You can’t always make something later. You just have to survive this.
You set the plates in front of them and grabbed the wine, knowing you were served last. As you poured Norman’s glass, he cleared his throat. You looked up, and he pointed at his plate with an unmistakably fake smile.
“Is this pasta?” You slowly nodded your head.
“I have celiac. This will wreak havoc on my body.” Harry immediately started apologising, throwing you under the bus, as Norman “kindly” explained that he couldn’t have gluten.
You gripped the wine bottle dangerously in your hands. “I can have a steak ready for you in ten minutes.”
That seemed to placate the man as you filled Harry’s glass and took his plate back to the kitchen. You turned on the oven and put in your serving of asparagus before pulling a steak out of the fridge.
You practised the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you while the steak seared. Honestly, it could be worse. At least being in the kitchen gave you time away.
You nuked the plate you had taken from Norman and plated the steak, throwing on the asparagus and putting the sauce in a little bowl on the side.
You replaced Harry’s plate with the warm one and presented Norman with his. Then pour yourself a hearty glass of wine, ignoring Norman’s stare, before sitting down with your cold plate of gnocchi.
They talked about their days, occasionally asking for comments from you. You tried your best to answer and pay attention, but all you could think about was how your homemade pasta was cold. About how this was supposed to be a pleasant night with Harry, and now, you were dealing with this.
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Autumn in New York
A Nick Vaughan x ofc mini fic
Status: complete
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Summary: Two strangers, a wedding, and one unforgettable night.
Warnings: emotional and romantic angst, mild implied sexual content.
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CE characters Podcast headcannon and What They Would Listen To xreader -Request
Summary: headcannon about some Chris evans characters and podcasts they would listen to
Warnings: none really I don’t think
. Steve Rogers
.Steve would probably listen to history podcasts about old days and what’s going on in the world to stay connected to history
. Steve would listen to every podcast to help him feel like he isn’t alone
. Steve knew the podcast author but was always too shy to say anything and would leave flirty comments
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. Ari Levinson
.Ari would listen podcasts about daily world things to know what’s going on so he’s been able to know where he would need to go next to help save people
. Ari didn’t know the author of the podcast but loved listening
. Ari loves saving people so he keeps an eye on those podcasts so he would know where to go next
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. Nick Vaughan
.Nick would probably listen to podcasts about music and jazz music to be be more close to his interest since he plays the trumpet
.Nick really loves jazz so he would listen to music podcasts everyday even while riding on the train it helps him relax
. Nick loved listening the person’s podcasts and would leave sweet comments
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. Andy Barber
.Andy would probably listen to crime podcasts and news podcasts about crimes going on since he’s a district attorney and helps out on cases
.I think solving crimes interests Andy and since what happened to his son it motivates him to help other people
. Andy loved the podcast author and had a crush on them but was always too nervous to say but met them once at an interview
This was a special request from
@nana1000night thank you for your request 😊💜 hopefully it’s close to what you wanted hope you like it xx💞💞💞
I only did a few of them bc I wasn’t sure about the others 😅 I’m not very good at writing stuff so I know it’s not my best one but I did my best please be kind x
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That September Night Masterlist
Unlucky in love, you go against everything you have ever believed, and signed up for The Bachelor. You didn’t want to, but didn’t want to miss out on the experience. You didn’t expect the bachelor to be the ridiculously handsome Nick Vaughan. Didn’t expect an instant connection. But you also weren’t prepared for the drama, the anger, the hate, the worry, the constant cameras, or Nick’s need to steal you away from the cameras any chance he could.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
A/N: this story will contain explicit moments, manipulation, bullying, gossiping, and paranoia surrounding cameras.
*dividers created by @firefly-graphics
#that september night#bachelor au#nick vaughan#nick vaughan x reader#nick vaughan x fem!reader#nick vaughan x y/n#nick vaughan x you#chris evans
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Summer wedding Part 6 (epilogue not not really I'm continuing it) would LOVE comments
Reposts and COMMENTS are welcome and appreciated. You do not have my permission to repost, publish or translate
Warnings: fluff. Angst, mentions of air plane crashes death, divorce, wedding planning and Duh Ari
"Ari" she was surprised to see him there only because the two of you haven't spoken in she doesn't know. Her first instinct for some reason is to look for Nick, her partner in crime, but then she took a breath she isn't the same Person Ari doesn't grace her like he once did. He doesn't make her feel small like that anymore. He didn't always but she did want to face him and frankly he looked off. She motioned to the side and there was a nice garden
"I wanted to say congratulations" he couldn't help but look at her in a white dress that hugged her curves just so with daisy cutouts in-between that started with a blush pink
"Nice color" Ari thought, fading to a white that one would never know there was day cut outs unless one was standing this close and paying this much attention. He may never know that Nick was the one who picked it out, who going to look at tuxes he saw the dress and bought in her size. She loved it. But that was Nick. That Nick not ari that did that.
"Thank you"
She paused for a moment and then gave him a hug wrapping my arms around his neck for a moment and sighed before she let go.
She knew Nick wouldn't get jealous and it had been too long they had things that went unsaid that needed to be well, said
"Look about how things ended it wasn't right im sorry.
"No I am it was. It was..." he swollowed hard "I'm just glad your happy."
I could tell me wasn't not completely but thats life.
"So how are things,"
"Good things are good. Maya misses you."
"Tell her I said hi."
There was a beat
"You don't give her the right candy do you?"
"No " he threw his hands up and I couldnt help but chuckle. "Just let her pick it out from party city itll save time and you'll know for next time."
"I tried getting what used to eat but-"
"She likes the stuff she can't get there. That's the whole point." I laughed.
"This is nice fancy"
"Thanks Nick parents are throwing it.
What's he do again?"
"Musican and manages an apartment building."
"Interesting.
"Off, my ass" I shouldn't even fallen for that again. His hands go into his noticeably tight front pockets even
"Look when we were together I know I used to send you texts to make sure you were ok and I never meant to try and be controling or know where you are to be an ass but with my job I you never stop worrying that someone will take someone you love and -
I understood. Let me guess last girlfriend didn't did you you didn't I guess couldn't just run around and tell everyone you date you're an assasin."
"You believed me"
"Well honey," she scoffed "you told me when we were in Israel are you took me into mossad headquarters kinda makes it look legit not to mention you arranged for a fake passport without telling for there oh and also lets not forget about the what to do if you get kidnapped handbook puts an elegant stamp on things."
"It wasn't a how survive kidnapp mannual:
"Ari half the things in there started with keep your kidnapper calm."this banter was smooth for them familiar...comfortable.
"Most girls would have run for the hills. But not you."
"Well I was stuck in Israel and I dont know those hills. Plus you would have found me."
"I would have always found you" Ari thought through thr slightly uncomfortable but-not-as-uncomfortable-as-they-thought-t-would-be moments of silence as they walked around the garden
"You can stay if you want. We have room."
"It's ok I just wanted to congratulate you."
"You want to say hi to Nick?"
He shook his head no. Ari truely looked sad. He look down and away as she rolled my eyes at the big bad assain.
"If your targets could see you now Come on " she shook her head. Nick appeared out of no where.
" Nick" Ari couldn't miss how her eyes lit up for her fiance....he remembered with longing how they used to do that for him.
"you remember Ari, he came to congratulate us." They shook hands with curt looks. She was hoping her hand on Nick's back was soothing him. He never liked Ari. She motioned for a server to come with drinks.
There was a crash while they all looked and she saw Ari jump a bit. She directly saw him juml "He never jumps." She thought.
"It was just silver ware but the event planner was motioning for the bride and she was torn. "Um" she looked at Nick.
"Play nice."
"You're leaving, soon." Nick stated
Ari shook his head.
Change of P.O.V
I came back. Looking at the two of them.
"Well at least no one is bleeding. That's a good sign."
"I need to go."
"I'll walk you out."
Nick's hand runs down my arm to my hand and I turn to see his smile and I smile back at him.
Ari goes to open the door and I close it.
"What's going on?Ari you jumped you never jump. What happened."
"Nothing long flight."
How he is a spy I will never know.
"Try. Again. Do I need to know something? Or should I just go get Rachel she's in the other room."
He looked a mix of confused and worried and could it be- no just concern.
"No, I everything's fine. I just had to see for myself."
"This?"
He nodded. " I'm leaving for Isreal."
Far to get away from an ex's endgament but ok....
"You'll find someonr Ari so it wasn't me. You'll find her. Stop trying so hard. "
He nods
"You're good man itll happen." I rubbed his back
"Tell Maya I said hi. And give her a hug for me."
"Will do"
And if you're ever in the city one day a d she wants to see the dinosaurs ill go with her."
"What you two like about those dusty bones I'll never get."
He was almost completely over the threshold when I grabbed his arm.
"Milkyways. She loves milkyways and paydays and 100 grands anything with carmel. Her mother doesn't let her eat Carmel."
He looked me up and down slowly With remorse. He really way saying goodbye.
"Bye" he leaned in for a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye."
Three days later I'm looking at news on my phone and it come up that a few body's were found from a wreck of an Israeli airplane with one of them being a New York teacher which is why NBC was reporting on it but no....couldn't be..... he no he went back before. Right. Would Maya be with him? He didn't say....
"Honey what's wrong"
"There was an airplane crash"
"That's horrible."
"Yea a teacher from the city was in it but it was in isreal ari was going back you don't think I'm sure Maya's fine. I'm just Ari sometimes went with her but there want anything about kids. I mean I don't even know where-."
"Only you would worry about an ex's kid."
"Well Nick it was a horrible custody fight. And I wasn't always allowed in the court room with him and she definitely was God forbid her mother leaves her at home so we played battleship for candy outside. That kid had a thing for strategy didnt even have to let her win. I could never even get one hit. "
Nick was laughing
"Are you- why are you laughing at me?"
"Because a 7 year old beat you at battle ship. How many times."
"Shut up" I playfully hit him with a pillow from the couch he returned the playfully gesture.
Nick thought back to his discussion with Ari
No one knows about her but
Shell be safe regardless. I've always kept her safe especially from you.
Look I've apologized 10 times what more do you want.
You. Out.
"I came to say goodbye. That's all" ari wasn't thrilled with Nick's tone. But there was nothing he could do. He made his bed. Time to burn it.
"You have. You're leaving, soon."
Nick stated
Ari shook his head
You talked to Ethan?
Yes my great uncle called me.
A week later a postcard came in the mail
I stood there looking at it. The simple message. Barely a senatance.
"Hon whats wrong?"
"Nothing. Just a post card from an old friend."
Three words but I read it over and over and I knew it had to mean something else but I didn't know what.
"I'm sorry. -Thomas."
Everything ok.
"Yea. Just yea. Ok I cant figure it out."
"I'm sorry."
"So what he do cheat on you?"
"Wha-why do you think I dated everyone?"
"Because who wouldn't want to."
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I love that all of us are like yes this Chris character suits this Sebastian character and the fact it’s been happening for a few years at this point is amazing.
It's the best ❤️🔥 I was talking (yelling?) to @cable-knit-sweater just the other day, about how crazy and amazing it is that literally any version of Chris could go with any version of Sebastian, because somehow, they just work together. It's that insane chemistry of theirs, as well as something about the way they look which complements each other perfectly. I've probably also conditioned myself to some extent to see and believe this lol, but I also genuinely think there's just something about these two together that's special. And like you said, the fact that this fandom as a whole loves its Chris x Sebastian characters ships proves that!
Some pairings work extra well, of course. Stucky is the quintessential Chris/Seb ship - they're untouchable, that goes without saying. But there are also some great other pairings, like Ransom Drysdale & Charles Blackwood, Frank Adler (or Andy Barber) & TJ Hammond, Lucas Lee & Lance Tucker, Nick Vaughan & Josh Brummel, Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler, and Ari Levinson & Destroyer!Chris (or one of Sebastian's pretty boy characters, like Will Franklyn or Billy from Gone).
They all work really well together, and they all capture my interest and imagination, even though I very much consider myself a monoshipper. I'll never ship another pairing of theirs like I ship Stucky (or Chris and Seb themselves), but yeah, stick two characters played by these boys together, and something beautiful and captivating will happen every single time imo 💕
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Hey
I just wanna ask would you ever consider adding more of CE characters in your HCs in future…
You know I love your HC perspective and would want more of his characters may be in them
Bye bye
😘😘😘
I mean, there aren’t many good characters left? 😂 (jk, jk)
Originally thought of adding Colin Shea from ‘What’s your number’, but after a thorough consideration I turned the idea down because to me he’s basically a sweeter version of Johnny and without powers.
Colin’s SO FUCKING PRETTY but it’s so easy to just imagine him as Johnny in these scenes. He’s a matured version of Johnny basically. Still love him tho as a rom com character. 🥰
Also I unironically like Jake Wyler. But I’m unfortunately not motivated to include him.
Side note, I used to read some dark fics with Jake before I ever considered writing here myself and I love them so much, — Here’s a few of these that came to mind and I recommend because they are so good:
Teddy bear - dark!Jake Wyler x Christian!reader by @stuckysdumbbitch
Peaches & cream - dark!soft!Jake Wyler x reader by @mypoisonedvine
I really like Lloyd Hansen but I have yet to be really attracted to the character to the point where I’m actually interested in writing him so…we’ll see? I’ve given him one special appearance in a HC so I might continue with that of adding him as a bonus character.
Nick Gant is so sweet from what I’ve seen, I want to see the movie with him because I bet I’ll love him. Maybe I’ll add him if I like him enough. ;)
Saw ‘fierce people’ with Bryce Langley recently and considered on making a fic with him or add him to some dark upcoming HCs because he is like…perfect dark fic source material. He’s so fucked up and I’m ashamed to say I find him kind of hot…if we ignore the specific things he did. But idk I have mixed feelings. Let me know if I should.
Otherwise —
I haven’t seen the movies with Lucas Lee, Robert Pronge or Curtis Everett (not interested in seeing them either), already made up my mind on not writing Mike Weiss because he’s based on a real person and that bothers me a bit, I don’t really care for Frank Adler (sorry, haha), and lastly while it’s a good movie Chris directed and playing the character Nick Vaughan, the character himself is bland to me, I’m sorry. 😭
Hope that clears up my thoughts and status of other CE characters, tho I’m curious which specific characters you were hoping I’d add @elle14-blog1 👀
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Wow i'm glad you do. For Nick Vaughan i want to ask for a fluff. (i never say no to smutt by the way :) ) Reader came from another country to new york. They met while reader is walking at the city at night. They start dating and fall so hard for each other. They decide to movie in in a small apartment which is a safe, sweet home to both. The first one that they have❤
Also, a request that is deserving of multiple parts! 🥰
Nick Vaughan X Reader Series
Take Me Home | Part 1: Meet Cute
A/N: Ooft... did this take a while! I am so sorry for the delay for my love @atoosa22 but i hope you enjoy the first part of what is sure to be a very fluffy (and soon to be smutty) series. ☘️😘
“Yeah mom, of course, uh-huh... yeah I’m heading home now… yes… it’s freezing here.” You pulled your keys out of the lock of your workplace, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you listened to your mothers worries and concerns knowing she stood halfway across the world powerless while you were alone in the big city.
But there was no such thing as being alone in New York, all the sounds, the lights, the people. It never slept. But you certainly did.
3am and all you could think about is your nice, warm fluffy bed at home.
“Yeah mom, ok well I gotta go… I love you have a good day!”
You hung up, slipping your phone into your pocket. Tightening your coat around you, noticing the misty cloud that appeared when you breathed out. Fiddling with your keys in your hand, manoeuvring the teeth of the metal between your knuckles (just in case).
It was a 20-minute walk back to your apartment. What could happen in the 20-minute direct route to your apartment? 20 blocks. 20 minutes. Head forward. Shoulders back. One foot in front of the other.
Stragglers lined the street; sleeping homeless people, drunk patrons who have called it a night and a few bold individuals walking their dog.
You’re not alone. Never in New York.
You reached block 12 of your journey. With the building above it under construction a makeshift tunnel of plasterboard and wooden beams was your path. Poorly lit by a singular low functioning flood light above but with the rest of the street cut off, it was your only option.
The sound of your boots on the floor was drowned out by the sound of drunk male laughter. “Not every drunk man is a bad man” you thought as you followed the sound hoping to make it to the other side unfazed.
The tunnel was narrow, and the group of men took up most of the path, leaning against the walls, huddled in a group. Taking in a shaky breath you approached them, eager to pass without being perceived.
“Hey pretty girl where you going?” Mission failed as the man snarled at you. You bowed your head, suddenly becoming interested in the tips of your shoe that was until the presence of another matched you toe to toe.
He had blocked your path, forcing you to look up. “Hey when a man’s talking to you, you respond.” His voice was louder this time, agitated. You had heard it many times before in men. Angry men. Men who always got their way by force.
You clenched your fist around your keys, feeling the keychain make indents on your skin. The man had an audience, and he wasn’t going to relent.
“Why don’t you smile a little…” His hand edged towards your face but shot away suddenly at an echo from behind you.
“Baby hey why you walking so fast!” A man came up beside you, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist.
“Excuse me guys.” He gave a firm shoulder nudge towards the man in front of you, pushing him the side. Frozen in fear you let him lead you towards the exit.
You both walked in silence to the next block, far gone from the narrow tunnel.
“Thank you.” You finally let out.
“Oh, foreign that explains it.” He mutters. The fear in your body had now left, replaced with annoyance.
“What’s that supposed to me?” You pushed out of his grip around your waist. Now face to face with the man who technically saved your life.
He looked down on you, while a little wayward in appearance, he was tall and handsome a scruffy beard curving around a strong jaw. Even with layers he looked as though he packed a decent bit of muscle, enough to push your average creep down if needed.
“It means anyone whose actually from New York knows that when you look like that you shouldn’t be walking around it at 3am.” He spits, cocking his head to side in a condescending manner.
“For your information, I’ve done that walk many times since I moved here and that has never happened. And since when is it a woman’s responsibility to reconfigure their whole lives so creepy assholes don’t have a chance to take advantage of them?”
“That’s not what I meant.” He pinched his eyebrow in frustration.
“Well thank you for very much again and I hope you enjoyed your knight in shining armour moment.” You continued to walk, leaving behind your handsome saviour.
“Hey wait.” He jogged up behind you. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
“God you do walk fast don’t ya?” His joke was met with your scowl.
“Let me at least walk you the rest of the way home?”
“Oh so you can know my address and then break in and kill me?” You scoffed.
“I would of been happy with a cup of thank you coffee.” He rubbed his neck, smirking at you.
“I don’t even know your name and you want to come back to my apartment?” You looked at him like he had two heads.
“Well, it’s Nick, and if that’s not good enough its Nick Vaughan born 14th of June 1981. Professional failing trumpet player, full time adored son, part time knight in shining armour, and my social security number is 79-.”
You put your hand up to stop him “Ok ok I get it you’re not a murderer.”
“Hey you cut me off at the best part!”
“Oh really?”
“I’m also the guy who makes sure a pretty girl who just had to deal with a drunken creep gets home safe.”
You pursed your lips inward to hide the smile threatening to come up as he called you pretty.
“Fine.” You let out.
“Wait a minute…” He stepped closer, holding out his pointer “What if you’re…” His finger threatening to push past your coat and touch the exposed skin of your chest. “The murderer.”
“Y/N, foreigner, passport holder of [your country], professionally [dream job] but also full time, loving daughter and occasional victim of drunken creeps.”
He thought for a moment, looking up at the skyscraper above him “Yeah that checks out.”
He held out his elbow, edging you to thread your hand in it. You looked at his arm in confusion.
“You’re cold I promise it’ll make you feel better.”
You were cold and his strong arm was inviting and with your limited experience of his arms around you, you knew that you liked it and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to savour the feeling this time. You begrudgingly slid your hand through.
Nick: “Is it rude to ask why you are walking home this late?”
Y/N: “Pushing it but if you must know I was closing at work.”
Nick: “Alone? They make you do it alone?” His voice laced with concern.
Y/N: “I’m not 15 so yes, they make me, an adult women close up shop at the end of the day.”
Nick: “Remind me not to start questioning the independence of a clearly very strong-minded woman.”
Y/N: “You learn quick, too bad you seem to be 30 years too late.”
Nick: “3 sisters, so excuse the natural instincts.”
Y/N: “Fair enough.”
Nick: “How do you drink coffee from where you’re from?”
Y/N: “In a mug.”
Nick: “Funny.”
Y/N: “I know. Now my turn.”
Nick: “Shoot.”
Y/N: “Why are you walking alone this late?”
Nick: “I’m a musician.”
Y/N: “Yes, but not a vampire so…”
Nick: “Most gigs are at night as well as drunk people are more likely to give up their cash.”
Y/N: “So, you’re a hustler?”
Nick: “I prefer the term opportunist.” He smirked at you.
“This is me.” You motioned towards the front step of your building.
“It’s pretty late-”
“I should let you go-”
You looked at each other, letting out soft laughter.
"Thanks for walking me home. I guess I owe you that cup of thank you coffee."
Nick grinned. "I'll hold you to that. How about tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, why not?" you replied, surprised by your own eagerness.
"But you're buying, you know struggling musician and all."
"Fine.”
"Goodnight, [Your country]."
“Goodnight, Nick.”
As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Opening the door to your apartment, your back hitting the door as you slid to the ground, grinning like an idiot.
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Il était une fois nous
Pairings: Nick Vaughan x Penny Barron (OFC), Andy Barber x Penny Barron (past)
Warnings: Mentions of past cheating, slight angst if you squint
She saw him as he entered the coffee shop. A beard covered his face but she would know that walk anywhere. She sat in the corner hoping that he wouldn’t notice her but no such luck. After he had placed his order, he turned and his eyes landed on her. Penny Vaughan was struck by the drawn appearance of his handsome face and the tiredness of his eyes. Slowly he approached her, “Penny? Penny Barron?” She smiled sadly, “Andy Barber. It’s been a long time. It’s actually Penny Vaughan now.” He motioned to the empty chair across from her, “May I?” She nodded and he sat down, “Where do I start?”
Penny let out a small laugh, “Where can one start after so many years?” Andy sighed, “I guess I deserved that. How have you been?” The woman shook her head, “Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t pretend like you care.” Tears began to pool in Andy’s eyes, “I’m sorry, Penny. I truly am. I do care though. God, I hope you your life has turned out better than mine.” He dropped his head and turned it slightly away, “I made so many mistakes. I just wish I could take them back.” Penny reached across the table, “I’m sorry I was cruel just now about your questions. I know you only meant well. I’m married now. Twelve years. He’s an accountant.” Andy looked into her eyes, “Any kids?”
“Four. Two boys, two girls. You?” Andy couldn’t meet her gaze and began to cry, “I only had one, a son, but he’s gone now. Both he and his mother were killed in a car accident.” For a moment, Penny felt great pity for the man before her, “I’m sorry, Andy, truly I am. It couldn’t have been easy for you.” A barista came up to the table, “I have your coffee, Mr. Barber.” He accepted it. After the worker walked away, Andy turned his attention to Penny, “Thank you. It’s been a hard year. I wonder sometimes how things would be different if we had been honest with each other.”
“What happened to--” Andy paused, “to us?” The brunette glared at her ex-boyfriend, “I know you just lost your family and I hate speaking ill of the dead but you cheated on me Andy. Did you forget that. Do you expect me to forget that? You cheated on me with Laurie Whitten. The woman you impregnated and later married. You made your choice the day you were swayed by a pair of thin legs and brown eyes…” The man across from her hung his head, “I live with that regret every day. I tried… I tried to break things off with her but she threatened to keep me from taking the bar if I didn’t take responsibility. I tried to get her to keep the baby and sign my rights away but when I saw him on the ultrasound, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t abandon them. I tried to divorce Laurie later and find you to tell you I still loved you. I wanted to make it right but you were long gone.”
The woman snorted, “Of course I was. Did you really expect me to stick around? I got a transfer and got out of dodge and the only way to do that was to leave without telling you where I was headed. I unfortunately have an appointment to get to. Goodbye, Andy. I hope your life gets better.” Andy whimpered, “Please don’t go.” Penny stood up and wandered over to the counter. A man approached her and took her hand, “Hey sweetheart. You ready to go?” Penny kissed him on the cheek, “I’m ready, Nick.” He glances back at Andy who is sitting alone at the table, tears flowing down his face, “Who is the guy you were talking to?” Penny didn’t look back, “He’s no one.”
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Infinite Vacation and More
My guest this week is comedian Pavel Zborik, direct from Switzerland! What moment in the Spider-Man PS4 game really shows off the kind of guy Peter Parker is? Why does Pavel love John Constantine? Do you follow writers or artists? What is Infinite Vacation about? What did Warren Ellis do with Moon Knight? What is Spectators about? What can you get in Brian K. Vaughn's substack? Is Alan Moore right to not want his work adapted for the screen? What is Mister Miracle's deal? How were those early X-Men movies? Who played Captain America in the 1980s awful Cap movie? Where do you start with Hellboy? What makes the Hellboy comics good? What characters show up in the Injustice video games? Which popular characters does Pavel not like? What is the series Die about?
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