#nick vaughan fanfiction

[georgiapeach30513]

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

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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.

Summer Wedding part 6

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[coltrainbat]

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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[andydrysdalerogers]

Nick, checking you out: You remind me of the 20 letters of the alphabet.

Nick’s friend Steve: there are 26 letters in the alphabet.

Nick: Oh my mistake. Because U R A Q T.

You blush giggling.

Steve: that’s only 25 letters!

Nick: well, you can get that “D” later. 😉

See you tomorrow!

#andy's shenanigans #chris evans fanfiction #nick vaughn smut #nick vaughan #the abcs of nick vaughn

[juneandnick]

Fanfiction - “Meeting in Toronto” - Part 3 on 4 by me

I hope that despite the errors you enjoy the story.

Two weeks later, Nick wakes up with the smell of pancakes and good coffee. He opens the bedroom door and hears June and Nichole in the kitchen:

- So sweetie, is it okay? Nichole nods. Yes? Do you want another one? - Yes. - Oh look who it is ... It is daddy. - Hi honey, Nick says kissing his daughter. - Daddy! She is all smile. - Hi, he says kissing June. - Coffee? - Gladly. It smells very good. June pours him a cup. - Thanks. - I am going to take a shower.

The little girl looks her mother leaving the room and then her attention is on her daddy. Nick is captivated by her big blue eyes. She plays with her doll (he gave her and she had when they had to run away) and with Flopsy, her rabbit 😉.

(Wink to your fanfiction Arallute1, I loved it. ❤️❤️❤️)

When June comes out of the shower, Nick does the dishes while their daughter draws a picture. I am going to get dressed and do a briefing with the guys outside.

Around thirty minutes later, he is back:

- Sean and Kyle will stay with both of you. I have to go in town to meet Mark. - Do not go alone, June replies immediately. - Everything will be alright. - Nick! - Alright ... Kyle will stay with you.

During his absence and to occupy the time June and Nichole cook a chocolate cake. Then they make a kitten puzzle. Time passes and June begins to worry.

Various demonstrations across Canada take place regularly where supporters of Gilead, using signs, demand the return of Nichole to her native country.

This same day, on TV there is a coverage live from Gilead where some Commanders and their wifes, a row of handmaids and of aunts make a prayer.

At the end of the afternoon, Kyle receives a phone call, Nick was hit in the shoulder. A Gilead sympathizer shot him as he was walking out of his meeting with Mark.

- Oh My God! Is he okay?, June asks in tears. - I do not know. All I can say is you have to be prepare if we have to run away again.

Two days later, three Chevrolet Suburban arrive in the cottage. Behind the window with Nichole in her arms, June holds her breath. Mark gets out of the second vehicle and waits. Kyle opens the house's door and they head to the cars.

- Mrs Osborne, I beg you to follow us. - Where is Nick? - He is fine, given the circumstances. He will probably be there on the next stop.

They drive to an abandoned farmhouse near Vaughan. There are already several cars. June gets out of the vehicle taking Nichole in her arms who is holding her doll.

- Come on my sweetie ... Are you fine? Yeah? My big girl, June says kissing her.

The door opens, Sean appears in the doorway. He greets June. She hears voices inside. She sees Nick sitting with a woman leaning over him who is redoing his bandage. He has dark circles around his eyes. He seems to be in pain from his injury. The woman gives him an injection. June recognizes the woman, it is Iris.

As she is about to join him, she meets a familiar face.

- Darren!, June says while she recognizes her next-door neighbor. - Hi June ... Sorry I was undercover. I could not tell you anything. - Dukie, Nichole says, marveling at the sight of the little dog. - Do not worry, I am watching her, Darren tells to June.

Nick winces in pain and spots June first and then Nichole with Duke.

- Nick! - It is okay, I am fine. What about both of you? - We are fine, June answers. I was so worry. - Do you remember the chat we had in the kitchen? June nods. Here we go ... June do you want to go in Europe with our daughter or do you want to entrust her? - Nick, I cannot choose between my two daughters, she sobs and he nods. - They are after you and me. They want to take our daughter. We have to make the best choice for her. We have to protect her ... It will be not a definitive separation.

Nichole plays and laughs with the little dog. She walks him around the room but stops short when she sees her mother crying. June dries her eyes and smiles fake.

- Hi sweetie. Come here ... Come to say hi to daddy. - Hi honey. I missed you so much, Nick says. The little girl runs to her father.

- June, Nick, may I talk to you?, Mark asks. - Yes, they do answer together. - Sorry but ... Have you decided what to do next?

- We ..., Nick answers while taking June's hand. We decided to protect our daughter. It is the better thing to do to protect her from Gilead. - Okay. Mark signals to two people. May I introduce you Melanie and Neil. - Already?, she is stunned. - They are part of Mayday. They will welcome Nichole. I let you get to know.

While Nichole is taking a nap, the two couples have a long long chat. It is decided that the same evening, the little girl will leave her parents and have a new identity.

June writes a list of things Nichole likes and dislikes. Her habits, her activities …

She also gives Melanie her necklace. She absolutely wants that her little sweetie has something of her. She also points out the importance of the little doll.

When she wakes up from a nap, Nichole has a snack with her parents where June and Nick introduce her to Melanie and Neil. Then the little girl finds herself alone with her parents who explain to her that she is going on a trip. They tell her that Duke will stay with her. They are both touched by Darren's gesture.

- My baby. I will always be your mommy. Your mommy who loves you so so much. Daddy and I we love you so much. My sweetie. She kisses her daughter. I love you so much. I hope a day you will know your big sister. She would love you so much. - We love you. Nick adds and kisses her. Never forget how much we love you.

- June, Nick ... I am sorry ... but it is time, Mark says.

They lead their little girl to the car, kissing and cuddling her. Nichole starts to cry. Her parents try as best they can to comfort her. Melanie sits next to the little girl in the back of the car. The car starts slowly and is followed by two others cars. Mark's men will follow them halfway to make sure they are not followed.

June and Nick break down in tears. Even though they know it is the best thing to do for their daughter's safety, the pain overwhelms them. Especially since they are aware that they do not know when they will be a family again. It is so painful.

During the days following Nichole's departure, June cries all day. She is exhausted and cannot swallow anything. When Iris returns to redo Nick's bandage, she tries to talk to her, in vain. Nick feels helpless. He is himself very annihilated.

He gives to June the space she needs to overcome this ordeal. They are not angry with each other, there is no reproach. They even worry about each other, they comfort each other. But they need time "to accept" the situation.

Mark passes by with provisions that evening. It provides the couple with options to consider for the future. Before leaving he gives an envelope to June. She reads the contents and drops everything to the ground. She is in shock.

- June, what is going on?, Nick asks her.

He does not try to pick up the note that has fallen on the floor. He takes June's hand and repeats the question. She stares at him, not knowing what his reaction will be.

- June? - I am ... She looks at him shocked. I am pregnant. - What? - This morning, Iris took my blood and ... Oh My God! It is terrible, June says crying.

- No it is not, while stroking her cheek. - How can we keep this baby while we hide from Gilead? When we had to entrust our daughter to a foster family? In the aim to protect her. Tell me how? - They want Nichole because for Gilead, Nichole is the daughter of the Commander Fred Waterford. They absolutely cannot claim the same with this one ... - What life are we going to give to this child?, June says crying. - Right now ... I really do not know ... Nick answers honestly.

They wrap their arms around one another.

- Do you want to keep the baby? - Do you?, June asks in a whisper. - Whatever your choice, I will be in solidarity with your decision.

June is grateful that she feels no pressure from Nick. She also knows he would never blame her for her decision if she decided to end the pregnancy.

Source Picture: Screenshots S1E09 (by me) Source GIF: https://splitscreen.tumblr.com

#the handmaid's tale #osblaine #june osborne #nick blaine #fanfiction #my fanfiction

[before-we-get-started]

One and Only You

Summary: Being with a guy in the band is usually awesome but tonight, it had you feeling like a Grinch

Warnings: None, really

Pairing: Nick Vaughan x Reader

Disclaimer: This work is a pure work of fiction and my fics are classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. Any likeness to real life people/scenarios is purely coincidental. I do not own any characters in this fic. If you continue to read, you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 2k

A/N: Having so much fun with @wiypt-writes and her #wiypt25daysofchrismas. Happy to contribute something for the sexy trumpet player Nick Vaughan (who always gets the fingering right 😊)

One and Only You

You were standing in front of the bedroom window, watching the snow cover the Christmas-lit Chicago streets below, your shoulders slumped in sadness. You made your way to the bathroom to begin your nightly bedtime routine. Nick headed downstairs to get some water and check the doors, kissing you on the crown of your head as he left the room.

Nick was always busy this time of year. Christmas meant holiday parties and they all wanted a live band to entertain. He’d picked up some gigs with a big band of mostly retired guys that played parties and weddings, and it was a standing joke that when the two of you were present, you brought the median age of the crowd down extensively.

Except for tonight. You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, sliding a headband on to hold your hair back as you removed your makeup. You examined your appearance, keying in on the lines around your eyes and on your forehead. Tonight, you looked and felt old. You gently applied age-defying lotion to your face and sighed.

You and Nick Vaughan had been together for five years. You didn't know each other when you had both fled New York City for something new and coincidentally both landed in Chicago, finding each other through the Single in Chicago dating website. Nick had spent several of the years before you met working hard not to commit to anyone or anything, after being dumped by the love of his life in college. He’d jumped from band to band, gig to gig, and finally needed a change of scenery to try and find his purpose. You had been in a committed relationship for 12 years but it had never evolved beyond you and your partner being anything more than lovers. You’d parted friends, though you never expected to see him again, and you’d made a clean break from the city where you were born and raised to a new and exciting adventure.

On your first date, Nick had agreed to meet you for a drink late one evening after you’d finished a project at work. As you walked into the bar, the band caught your eye, especially the incredibly hot guy playing trumpet. He was tall with spiky brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His button down black shirt showed off his strong biceps and pecs, highlighting his tapered waist. The gray slacks he wore hugged his sweet ass just right. You sighed, thinking that whoever he was going home to tonight was a lucky girl. You almost fell off the barstool when you texted your online date your location and the hot trumpet player walked straight to you.

You found it so easy to talk to him. Despite being ten years older than him, you had lots of things in common. You’d closed the bar down that night and spent the rest of the evening walking around the city, the conversation flowing, until he walked you to your apartment as the sun rose and kissed you good morning. You’d been inseparable since. Within three months he’d moved into your apartment, and three months later, you’d ducked into the Justice of the Peace’s office and said your “I do’s.” You loved his family, he loved yours and every day had been better than the last.

So tonight, when the band had taken their first break, you grabbed him a gin and tonic from the bar and started to walk over to the stage when you caught sight of him and stopped on a dime. There was a beautiful young woman in full-on flirt mode with him. She was probably in her early 20’s, petite but with ample cleavage, which was impossible to miss in her tight red dress that barely went past her cute round ass. Her stiletto heels barely brought her to shoulder height with him, but they accomplished much in accentuating her shapely legs. She was standing so close to him, her hand on his forearm, and whatever he said must’ve been hysterical because she threw her head back to laugh, her long chestnut hair spread across her shoulders.

You were used to women flirting with him. He was gorgeous and he drew the attention of women everywhere you went. Tonight, though, he seemed engaged with this girl. He was laughing with her, not moving away, but leaning into her. You felt the air leave your lungs and you turned and headed back to the bar, steadying yourself along the edge. You weren’t sure why this time was so impactful, but you suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious and, well, old. You looked down at your dress, a little black dress that hugged your curves, showing how worked hard you worked to keep your body in shape underneath, but it wasn’t like her body. For whatever reason, you suddenly felt that your relationship was very vulnerable. It had never truly occurred to you that Nick could have any woman he wanted, and really, as many women as he wanted. The thought made a chill run down your spine. Tonight it was as if you’d seen into the future, and it scared the hell out of you.

As tears burned at the back of your eyes, you abandoned the drinks and went to the bathroom, gathering your composure. When you returned to the party room, the band had started playing again and the flirtatious groupie was sitting at a table in front of the stage, her eyes fixed on Nick. You stayed back at the bar for the rest of the evening, meeting Nick at the stage once the band had packed up their equipment. He took your hand, his trumpet case in the other, as you walked from the hotel to your apartment.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he said. The night was chilly, a typical December night in the city, and he pulled you close to him, wrapping an arm around you. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “I’m good.”

“How’d we sound tonight?”

“Amazing, as always,” you said, trying to sound like you had a smile in your voice.

As you finished getting ready for bed, you looked past the silk chemise you normally wore to bed and pulled out a t-shirt and flannel pants. You felt anything but sexy tonight.

You turned down the bed as Nick returned to the bedroom. He emerged from the bathroom in his boxer briefs and climbed into bed next to you.

“Babe, something’s going on. Don’t you want to talk about it?”

“It’s nothing,” you said, pulling the blankets up and rolling onto your side, facing him.

“I know better,” he said as he rolled to face you, propping himself up on an elbow. His other hand gently touched your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Come on babe, what’s wrong?”

“I’m old,” you said simply.

He let out a chuckle. “Babe, you’re not old. Why would you even say that?”

You let out a sigh, wrapping a hand around his arm. “That girl,” you said softly.

“What girl?”

“The one in the red dress, the one that was coming on to you. She was beautiful. And young,” you said. “I just – I can’t compete with that,” you said sadly.

He leaned over and pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “Baby, where is this coming from?”

“I just, I don’t know. I looked at her and how cute she looked next to you and I just realized, you could do so much better. I felt like I was invisible.”

He ran his hand over your hair, pulling you closer. “What color dress did you say she was wearing?”

You looked into those beautiful blues. “You know, it was red,” you said.

“No, I don’t. Don’t remember it at all. Wanna know why?”

You sighed for the millionth time that night, ready to hear some kind of lame excuse.

“I was kinda busy trying to concentrate on something besides you.”

You drew back, your jaw dropping, and glared at him. “Excuse me?”

He smiled, laughed a little, and pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. “You may not have noticed my wife tonight,” he said. “She was wearing this banging little black dress and it showed off her incredibly hot body. Every time I looked at her, my dick got hard.”

You rolled your eyes. “Really?” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah, actually,” he said. “So I kept trying to distract myself from looking at you, because I was front and center on stage and my pants didn’t really have the spare space.” He smiled his amazing smile. “Then I found a good distraction. I saw all the men in the room looking at you. ALL of them. So I thought about the things they were thinking about and how I’d be the one to do all of them.”

You pulled your eyebrows together in a quizzical look. “What do you mean?” you said, snuggling closer to him.

“Well,” he said, “I’m the one who’d get to hold your hand and walk you to our home. I’m the one who’d climb the stairs to our bedroom and crawl into bed next to you. I’m the one who,” he said as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, “gets to kiss you goodnight again tonight.”

You smiled for the first time since you’d gotten home and ran your hand over his cheek, your fingers gently tugging at his neatly-trimmed beard. You heard a little moan escape him as he moved closer to you.

“I’m the one who knows how incredible you look under that sexy dress,” he said, his hand finding its way to your hip. “I’m the one who gets to run my hands over your soft skin.” He gently ran his hand up under your t-shirt to your breast, pulling the nipple gently between his fingertips, eliciting a moan from you.

He nestled even closer to you, kissing you deeply. “Best of all,” he said as he let his hand trail down your belly, pulling the elastic waist of your jammie pants down and reached into your lace panties, “I knew that in just a few hours, I’d be in our bed, making you make all those sexy noises you make when I’m buried inside you,” he growled in his low, sexy voice as he found your sensitive bundle of nerves, a finger circling your clit, his mouth on yours, kissing your breathless.

“Nick,” you moaned, your hips bucking up, begging for more.

He held his hand still, his other strong arm pulling you to him. That ice blue gaze took your breath away.

“I love you,” he said very matter-of-factly. “Just you. You’re my everything.” His lips were once more on yours, delivering a searing kiss. “Do you know how long I waited to find you? I’d all but given up that I’d ever find the one that was meant for me.” He smiled that electric smile. “And then there you were. And I’ll spend every minute of the rest of our lives making you understand just how much I love you, Mrs. Vaughn.”

You melted into him and lost yourself in his touch, feeling not that old at all.

#wiypt25daysofchristmas #chris evans #nick vaughan #nick vaughan fanfiction #nick vaughan x reader #before we go

[twittytelly]

What I Read in 2021 - November

Masterlist

PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!

What I reblogged:

New Wallet, New Photos by @worksby-d​

Mini Evans by @rogersevans​

Drabble: The Accidental Voyeur by @theycallmebecca​

Bad Idea by @stargazingfangirl18​

Happy Halloween by @katiew1973​

Post Game Dance by @theycallmebecca​

Just A Little ‘Witchful’ Thinking by @what-is-your-plan-today​ / @wiypt-writes​

ex!Ransom remembering your birthday drabble by @stargazingfangirl18​

Drabble: Rental Fee by @theycallmebecca​

Insecure!Reader drabble by @worksby-d​

Imagine: Bucky wants to be your valentine by @angrythingstarlight​

Floofy Nick Ask by @rodrikstark​

Yes, Please by @syntheticavenger​

Jake Jensen x plus size reader by @fluffycutecevans​

For Science by @scorpioaes​

Steam by @labella420​

Blame The Alcohol by @labella420​

Come here often? @sunshinebuckybarnes

Afterglow by @stargazingfangirl18​

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After we met

pairing: Nick Vaughan x Reader

words: 1.3k

warnings: Angst (hopeful ending), crying, heartbreak, very little bits, curse words, of fluff here and there, old memories, confused Nick, kind reader.

a/n: this concept was in my mind for quite sometime. in fact there were other variations of this but the main concept was always this. I really love Nick and I think he a is very underrated character. I hope you all like this story. Feedback is appreciated. Thank you.

Reblog and Comments are appreciated.

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A night that changes your life. A person that makes one single night of your life the most memorable one. meeting a special person and falling in love while roaming in a beautiful city. magical isn’t it? It is.

This is Nick’s story. But it wasn’t (y/n)’s. The lucky girl who shared that magical night with Nick was Brooke. Who made Nick realise love can happen more than once. who made him feel much more than he ever thought he could feel, in one single night.

Nick really couldn’t believe that one night with a person can bring them so close that it was so hard to go on without her. How could he forget Brooke when the city he decided to stay in, constantly reminded him of her? The streets where they walked on. The beautiful skyline and lights. All of it. The fortune teller, Nick still remembers his words.

Sometimes he feels the whole night was a dream. In fact he desperately wants to believe it was a dream. Maybe it would hurt less then? Maybe he won’t miss her beautiful smile, her eyes, their magical kiss as much then? But at the same time that’s the night which Nick still carries deep within his hearth. The one that had brought sadness but it’s also the source of happiness. He still smiles thinking about Brooke.

What about (y/n) then? Who is she and what part did she play in Nick’s life? well she was the one who healed the wounds that Brooke unknowingly left. At least that’s what she thought, because he still smiled thinking about Brooke.

(y/n) met Nick at a party, mutual friends introduced them. They hit it off, shared a similar sense of humour, had fun talking that night. They both left the part early, together. But when (y/n) asked if he would like to walk together Nick refused. “Don’t tell me you don’t like walking in a beautiful city like New York?” Nick shook his head “Not anymore.”

He called a Taxi and offered (y/n) a ride back home. (y/n) felt giddy. It felt nice. There was something so special about him, at the same time she could sense an air of melancholy around him. Maybe that made him more intriguing. When they reached her apartment, she couldn’t help but ask. “Can we meet again?” she was so nervous. Nick’s face was unreadable. Maybe it was a mistake, Nick seemed out of her league, she must have made a fool of herself.

“Okay!” he said. gave her his number, and left. (y/n) squealed in excitement. Silly girl. So they met again, during lunch. (y/n) took him to her favourite burger joint. “This is really good.” Nick said and (y/n) admired the view in front of her. It was these small moments and the frequent meets that made (y/n) let down all her walls and fall in love with Nick Vaughan. She didn’t tell him though.

(y/n) soon learned about Brooke. She could feel Nick’s heart belonged somewhere else. She lost hope about something happening but then Nick said “l- I don’t want to keep thinking about her. I want to move on. Would you help me?” That one simple question changed everything. (y/n) took care of him, made him feel good. Tried to heal him.

She gave him everything she could, because she loved him. When they were in each other’s arms, she played with his hair to calm him down. He always smiled when she played with his hair. Even if a part of Nick didn’t belong to (y/n), it would be a lie to say that Nick didn’t like being with her. (y/n) always made him smile, made him laugh. Silly girl on the other hand was deeply in love with Nick. She wanted him to be happy, to feel better.

Nick was the one for her, but maybe she wasn’t the one for him. All it took was one text message from Brooke, after more than a year she left, more than six months Nick and (y/n) were together. “Brooke texted me, she is in the city.” (y/n) could feel it. Could feel what’s coming.

“Oh” that’s all she said. “(y/n) listen…“ he didn’t need to finish the sentence. They both already knew what’s going to happen. “It’s okay Nick. you don’t have to say anything. Just do what your heart wants and I am sure we both know what it wants, rather who. Don’t hold back any regrets Nick. I want you to be happy, always.” She could have said more, could have reminded him how much she loved him. But she didn’t. She didn’t want him to feel forced. (y/n) decided to leave. “(y/n) you don’t have to leave, we…” he trailed off. he was unsure of what to say, what to do. So (y/n) made it easier by leaving. “Goodbye Nick, take care.”

Nick felt bad, he truly did but he also knew he would have regretted not meeting Brooke. So he did. They spent a few days together just reminiscing that night, and as it turns out they realised maybe their story was meant to be just for a night, nothing more. Or maybe it could have turned into something more if only they didn’t go on separate ways. But they did and now things were different.

Nick realised he should have stopped (y/n) that night. (y/n), the one for him. He could visualise her heartbroken expression which she desperately tried to hide. If only he knew that he won’t feel a spark with Brooke anymore. If only he knew how much he truly cared about (y/n). He called her, but she didn’t pick up. So he decided to go to her home. He almost broke the door with how hard he knocked. “Nick?” she wasn’t expecting him.

“I don’t know how to even begin. I messed up, I always mess up I know but as bad as it sounds, I don’t regret going to meet Brooke. Let me explain, I know it sucks that it required me to meet Brooke to actually realise how different things are right now. I was living in a dream world and ignoring reality when it was so beautiful. You are my reality (y/n) and I am so so sorry I hurt you. I know I did, and I am sorry if I ever made you feel you’re not good enough because that’s far from true. You are the one who was there for me when I was lost. You found me again and I was stupid enough to not realise that, or maybe I’m just an asshole. In short, I know i don’t deserve you, or your kindness or forgiveness but I don’t want to lose a chance again to be with someone I- someone I love. I love you so much, so much. So if there is a chance, then please, please, give me this chance. Whatever I said may not mean shit to you now, I know. But we both know i needed to go see her to realise this. It sucks I know, I wish things could have been different and that I wasn’t such a huge asshole to you”

At this point both of them were sobbing. “You weren’t a huge asshole, just a medium one” (y/n) said looking at him and chuckled in between her sobs. Will she regret letting Nick in one more time? Will she regret letting down her walls again? Only time will tell. But all she knows is the she doesn’t want Nick to become her “Brooke”, so when life is giving her one more opportunity, she will grab it, even if it is stupid.

“Will you take a walk with me Nick?” Nick started sobbing harder “Yes, yes please, yes” Nick said, pulled her close and smashed their lips together. When they pulled apart Nick offered (y/n) his hand. “Come on, let’s go on a walk”

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Drabble: Birthday Fun

Today is my friend @godofplumsandthunder birthday and, like my other friends bdays in October, I am combining a birthday gift for her with my HBC Kinky Halloween stuff. Today’s prompts are bat and handcuffs. She chose the trumpet man aka Nick Vaughan, so this is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​

And I made a moodboard!

Title: Birthday Fun

Pairing: Nick Vaughan x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive, language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

For your birthday, your boyfriend, Nick Vaughan, had surprised you with an evening in Time Square and a hotel room that was closer to the heart of the city than the apartment you shared.

Dinner had been amazing and now the two of you had returned to the hotel to find a package had been delivered to the hotel while you were out.

"Who’s it from?” Nick asked as the two of you rode the elevator to your floor.

You looked and smiled when you saw your best friend’s sloppy hand writing. You showed Nick and he groaned.

“What?” you asked with a laugh.

“Don’t you remember what she got you for Christmas?” he asked.

You giggled as his words brought the image of a Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer dildo to mind. You hadn’t used the toy, but it had made you laugh.

“That’s just who she is,” you said with an apologetic shrug.

“I know, but I will forever be scared to open a gift from her,” Nick replied as the elevator doors opened.

Getting to the room, Nick went into the bathroom while you sat down on the bed to open your present, starting with the card.

To my favorite slut,

Happy birthday. Have some fun tonight.

Love your favorite whore

Shaking your head you, set the card aside and dug into the box.

By the time Nick came out of the bathroom, you’d revealed a pack of condoms, lube, a couple pairs of panties and a fuzzy pair of hot pink handcuffs.

“That’s relatively calm,” he stated as he picked up the condom box. “Wait, how did she know my favorite brand and size?”

You ignored his comment as you pulled out the last gift and revealed a create your own dildo kit.

“And there it is,” Nick stated, shaking his head.

“Guaranteed to be a perfect fit,” you said, smiling at him.

You put the panties and the diy dildo kit back into the box and held up pink handcuffs.

“I think we’ll use these tonight,” you said, grinning at him. “You’re so big and strong, it might be fun to have you at my mercy.”

Nick’s eyes went from the handcuffs to you and then back. He held out his hand without comment.

Excited, you slipped the top of one of the cuffs over his hand, but your excitement plummeted when you realized that his wrist was too big for the fuzzy cuffs.

As you pouted, you didn’t notice Nick using his other hand to put the other handcuff onto your hand until you felt it click into place.

Your eyes went from the cuff on your wrist up to his eyes.

“What do you say?” he asked with a wicked grin. “Want to be at my mercy tonight, birthday girl?”

There was something in his voice and the look in his eyes that had your body suddenly humming with desire.

And you simply nodded your head. 

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Kinktober 2022, Day 3: Candaulism

Find Your Own

Summary:  Nick loves when you beg, almost as much as he enjoys showing you off

Pairings:  Nick Vaughan X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, teasing, degradation, filming, shoe riding, squirting, mentions of stepcest, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  800

Candaulism is a sexual practice or fantasy in which a man exposes his female partner, or images of her, to other people for their voyeuristic pleasure.

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Nick brings the camera closer, panning it over your body. His fingers randomly dragging on your skin, and he tsks you when you try to move, “Easy, Sweetheart, we gotta see what this beautiful body of yours looks like.”

Zooming in and lingering on your weeping cunt, he runs one finger up your slit gathering your sweet nectar. “My god, you’re drenched. Who made you that way?”

“You did, baby,” your voice whines, and he captures your walls clenching around nothing. “Nicky!”

“Shh, shh, shh. Now I said you have to be patient. I don’t think you want my cock,” he looks down at you with a smirk, and you nod your head. “I don’t know, you have been misbehaving.”

“I can be good! So good, I swear! Daddy?” you give him a pout trying to make him give into your incessant whining to no avail. “Daddy, please?”

“How bad do you want my cock to split you wide open? Have your head banging on the headboard while you gasp for air? Fuck you so hard you pass out on me?”

“I’ll do anything! Just please?”

“Will you fuck anything?” he pans the camera up to your pouting face. “Will you show daddy how desperate you are for his cock?”

“What do you want me to fuck?”

Nick sits down in a chair and gives his shoe a little wiggle. “Let’s show everyone just how fucking desperate you are for my cock. Come on. Show them what a fucking needy little cockslut you are for me,” crawling on all fours, you move off the bed and over towards him.

With a little wiggle of your ass, you settle around his foot, your body grinding over him, while that camera points to the mirror. “There ya go. I can already tell you’re making such a mess on my shoe, hmm?”

“Yeah,” you pant out, smiling at the mirror. “I’m a whore for daddy’s cock.  A desperate filthy whore for daddy’s cock.”

“You gonna let me share you with them?” you give a little nod, rolling your hips over his shoe. Your voice whimpers out his name, and you stare up at him owlishly.

“Of course you’ll let me share.  This little slut baby will do whatever I tell her just so she can have daddy’s cock, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you cry out looking up at him.

“Is my dirty and needy girl getting close?” you nod your head, your body writhing desperately on him. “Look at you, got you making a mess, and acting like a sloppy whore because you need me to fuck you. I bet you’d fuck the bedpost if it meant you’d get me. Needy little bitch.”

“Daddy,” you sob looking up at him. Pushing and pulling on his foot, begging to get some relief when you furrow your brows. “Daddy, please?”

“Cum,” one roll of your hips has you trembling. You back arching up, when you let yourself go. Looking up at him and apologizing. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

“I think I…daddy, I’m sorry,” he picks you up off the floor, letting you lay back on the bed, and you know better than to close your legs. His camera points at the liquid mess in the floor.

“Aw, did my needy cockslut make a mess on daddy’s shoe? Look, her got a bit carried away and squirted all in the floor. That pussy is dripping in cum. You want me to fill it up with my cum?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Give the boys a smile,” you wave at the camera smiling, when Nick finally puts the camera down.

“What the hell is this fucking shit?” Ransom asks, kicking his foot up. “No money shot? None of those tits bouncing around? She road your fucking shoe?”

“I think you did very well. The purpose is her need for you. She was compliant and ready to please her man. You’ve done well my friend,” Ransom rolls his eyes watching as the coordinator walks out the room.

“He wanted to see some dick, too. So are you really going to share her?”

“Maybe,” Nick shrugs, flipping through his pictures of you with his cock in your mouth. Lips dripping of saliva as you take him. He was getting rock hard and just wanted to pound into you.

“It’s not the prospect of sharing her that turns me on. It’s the fact that she will do whatever I say just for a bit of my cock. I have her humping a pillow nearly daily, just to lick my cock. Now that is dedication.”

“Fuck,” the man in the back grunts. “I need to find a desperate girl to suck my cock.  Looks like I’m gonna have to find Bug again. Gotta love when sweet little step sister lets me play,” Lloyd stands, straightening his slacks. “I appreciate your kink though. A man willing to share and let us see his woman, is a man completely secure in his relationship, that’s a good one. Let me know if you need help.”

“I’m good for now. Find your own.”

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Summer wedding Part 6 (epilogue not not really I'm continuing it) would LOVE comments

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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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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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I had an ask in my inbox and now it’s gone 😭

Someone had asked for the ABCs with Nick Vaughn.

If this is you… I’m so sorry I didn’t answer sooner but it’s in the works.

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Nick Vaughan Mastertlist

All of the drabbles below are focused on Nick Vaughan from “Before We Go” and some may contain sexual content.

These were all written as drunk drabbles (claimed prompts) and/or as part of an old fashioned drunk drabble session (write as many prompt based drabbles as you can in a set period of time).

Updated: 6/8/2021

Drunk Drabbles

Before We Go: A Movie Script Ending by @cherry-gemz​

Old Fashioned Drunk Drabbles

#4 - Nick Vaughn by @eurynome827-fic-roulette​

Napping In Sunshine by @capsnacklepop​

Mouth by @eurynome827-fic-roulette​

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