#nick folio fluff

[thefallennightmare]

Rest-Nick Folio

Pairings: Nick Folio x Reader

Warnings: maybe a swear or two? fluff, lots of it.

Summary: Reader plans a little rest and relaxation weekend away with Nick after a five-weeklong tour.

Authors Note: Enjoy this cute ass one-shot filled with so much fluff it'll make your teeth rot.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Nick's knee bounced with agitation or excitement.

I wasn't sure.

With a crooked smile, I shook my head. "I told you it's a surprise."

The cab pulled to a stop in front of the busy airport and while Nick grabbed our bags from the trunk; I double-checked our flight reservations along with our bed-and-breakfast reservation. Our flight was scheduled to leave on time, and we would land an hour before check in.

Perfect.

I pocketed my phone then looked over to Nick, who was walking over to me while carrying both of our bags. I offered to carry my own, but he smacked my hand away.

"Three years later and you still try to carry your own bags," he chuckled.

I sighed playfully. "I'm just trying to lighten your load, Nick. You've been working so hard the last few weeks and you only got back last night from tour."

The sounds of planes taking off over head echoed loudly around us as people maneuvered their way throughout the crowds, trying to make their own flights.

With his bag slung over his shoulder and pulling mine behind him, Nick laced our fingers together and we walked into the airport as I led us towards our gate.

"I was fine staying home with you, sweetheart. But you woke me up at five this morning saying you were taking me somewhere," Nick finished with a yawn.

Guilt pulled at my heart seeing how tired he was. Bad Omens finished their five-week-long tour last night in Los Angeles so thankfully, Nick didn't have a long travel day back home but even with him coming home at 2 this morning, I still had to wake him up early so we could make our 10 am flight.

Yesterday when I showed up to the venue for his show, that was the first time in five weeks that I'd seen him. We'd been together for the last three years so I was there from the beginning when Bad Omens were playing the small stages at Warped Tour to now watching them play in sold out venues for the last two tours. Ever since they blew up on Tik Tok and gained such an immense following, all the guy had been working tirelessly to be the best they could for their fans. Touring, writing music, or trying to get in the studio to record. They hadn't had more than a few days off where they weren't doing some kind of work so to say the deserve all the success is an understatement.

To say that Nick deserves this week away I had planned for us was also an understatement.

I also planned that this trip was a strict 'no work vacation,' and I sent a text in the group chat that I created of Noah, Ruffilo, and Jolly to let them know. While Ruffilo and Jolly wished us fun on our vacation, Noah told us all the cons of where we were vacationing too.

You know it rains like all the time in Washington, right? How is Nick going to ride a motorcycle or fish?

It's October, it's probably cold as hell. Why don't you guys go somewhere warm, I'm sure Nick would love to see you in that red bikini.

You sure you don't want us to come with? We could make it a Bad Omens get away and get some time in to write.

I swore my eyes rolled so far to the back of my head; I was sure they'd get stuck. Noah, always the cheeky one. I replied to him saying it was a strict no work vacation with only Nick and I and I'd left the red bikini back home.

"I'm sorry for waking you up so early but I wanted to make sure we'd make our flight," I defended with a slight pout.

Seeing how long the check in line was, I came to a slow halt and checked my watch. It was only 7:30 in the morning which meant we had plenty of time. Nick could tell I was a tad agitated so his thumb began tracing circles on the back of my hand as he held it.

"Can I at least have a hint where we're going?" He asked while bouncing on the soles of his shoes.

Fuck, he looked so good with his bottom lip pouted out like that. It'd been so long since we had sex that I was nearly crawling out of my skin wanting a taste of him. It was hard enough keeping myself off of him in public so when he took off his hat to shake out his hair then place it back on backwards, I nearly moaned into a puddled mess which Nick simply winked in response too.

"You know," I brushed the imaginary lint away from his shirt, "We're on vacation. You don't need to wear a Bad Omens shirt. This is supposed to be a work free trip."

Nick shrugged. "It's comfy."

The line for check in slowly moved up a few paces and when we came to a standstill again, I wrapped myself around him, not giving a shit about PDA.

"I've missed you."

"I missed you too, sweetheart," Nick mused while pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I wish you could have came with this tour."

I pressed my cheek to his chest, breathing him in. "Me too but there was no way my boss would let me take that long off. It was hard enough getting this week off."

We moved up another few steps before coming to another standstill. Since we had plenty of time before takeoff, I wasn't too worried with how long it was taking for check in.

Nick pulled me closer into his chest. "You should quit. I make enough to support the both of us and this way you can come on the Europe leg of the tour in a few weeks."

As tempting as the offer sounded, I was thankful I didn't have to give my answer because the line moved once again. I was about to detach myself from him to walk but Nick held tighter to his grip around my shoulder and walked with me. My hand slipped from his side over to the pocket of his jacket but quickly, Nick shifted which made his arm fall from around me.

I raised a brow. "Jumpy, aren't we?"

He cleared his throat before a smile spread to his lips. "I'm sorry, you scared me that's all."

My eyes narrowed, not believing a word he said, but choosing to ignore his weirdness I turned my attention towards the TSA lady as she began our check-in. Thirty minutes later, Nick and I were sitting in the seats near our gate, me staring out the large window towards the runway and Nick typing feverishly on his phone.

"What's Noah saying?" I didn't bother to ask who he was texting because I already knew it was Noah.

Nick turned off the screen then pocketed his phone. "He wanted to make sure we made it to the airport."

Bullshit.

Something was weird with Nick since the incident with me reaching over the pocket of his jacket. Here I was hiding this secret vacation all the while he was hiding something from me.

"Right," I muttered, leaning far back into my seat.

He let out a long breath and linked our fingers together, his thumb brushing across the skin of my hand, and the gentle touch made me rest my head against his shoulder. I felt every breath in and out he took, head rising and falling, and Nick tilted up my chin towards him so he could capture my lips in a kiss. It wasn't a full-blown make-out session, but deep enough to make my head spin and heart flutter.

"What was that for?" I asked breathlessly.

"I just wanted to kiss you, that's all."

By now, more people arrived at the gate, building a slight crowd, and inevitably, someone would notice Nick; someone always did. It wasn't like we were hiding our relationship but Nick never publicly made it known to everyone on the internet we were dating. Pictures of us filtered all throughout the web and people made their own assumptions, as they always did. I didn't mind if Nick kept our relationship on the down low because that meant we could enjoy the quietness of our relationship for a day longer.

"Someone might notice," I jokingly teased.

Nick hummed before leaving another kiss on my lips. "Let them."

I giggled into his lips and cupped his cheek as we pulled away. "I'm still not telling you where we're going."

Somehow, I kept it hidden what our destination was even at the gate because Nick seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

With a pout on his lips, he let me settle back into him by linking our hands back together.

Six days later and I was exhausted.

Nick was surprised and very ecstatic that I planned a vacation in Washington State. We hiked a few of the national parks; he fished almost every day, and we ended each night with a motorcycle ride, one we rented for the week. The weather was beautiful but not quite warm enough for that red bikini. When we weren't out doing things, Nick and I were laid up in bed at the bed-and-breakfast doing other things. Today was our last day, and I was more than ready to spend it in bed, continuing to do those other things, but Nick had other plans.

"Can you tell me where we're going?" I begged as I held onto his arm.

He lead me from the car up towards the forest trail, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, how the tables have turned."

Rolling my eyes, I watched as the setting sun cast us in an orange glow and marveled at how gorgeous Nick looked tonight. He wore a simple black shirt with jeans to match and his hair was slicked back. A bit dressed up for hiking but nonetheless, he was breathtaking.

"This will work," he said while coming to a stop.

I gasped when I stared down over the mountain ledge. Orange, yellow, and brown leaves atop of the trees and a flowing stream down below; the sound creating the perfect background noise to the atmosphere. Everything about the scene was beautiful that I pulled out my phone to snap a few pictures, oblivious to Nick who was standing right behind me.

"Sweetheart?"

"Hm?" I turned on my heels and this time, instead of gasping at the scene, I let out a high-pitched squeal. Nick was kneeling on one knee with a black velvet box in his hand, unopened. Sweat gathered at his brow as he let out a long, shaky breath.

"The last three years have been the most baffling but amazing years. You've stayed by my side through the lowest times of my life and the highest of highs with the band. When I thought we wouldn't make it big, you were there to cheer all of us on during our first show. You were there when we played our first sold-out show, and I hope you'll continue to be there when we win a Grammy."

Tears pooled at my eyes as I covered a hand over my mouth.

"I know being with me hasn't been the easiest sometimes. I'm almost always on the road or with the guys recording but yet, you still welcome me home with loving arms. You're everything I could ever ask for and then some. I truly don't deserve this but I am so thankful you haven't given up on me. You planned this entire weekend away so I can rest and I'm kind of high jacking the rest of the trip but I've been planning this for a long time. I wanted to ask you before I left for the Europe leg."

Nick let out another shaky breath as he opened the box; a black diamond with a gold band catching the light of the setting sun.

"Oh, shit," I muttered.

"I love you so much, Y/N. Will you marry-."

"Fuck yes!" I shouted, not letting him finish.

With his own tears falling over his cheeks, Nick pulled out the ring, and it slid over my finger with ease. I jumped up, wrapping myself around him and crashed my lips onto his. His tongue immediately pushed its way into my mouth, tasting every inch, and my hands scratched and pulled at his hair. I nibbled on his bottom lip as he reluctantly pulled away. Both of us were crying happy tears, me more so than Nick, and he brushed them away with one hand while the other kept me hoisted up in his arms.

"Did the guys know about this?" I asked.

"Yeah, why do you think Noah wanted to tag along?" Nick chuckled.

I gently brushed the hair away from his eyes so I could stare deep into them. "Still want to support me?"

At first, he looked at me with a raised brow but then as he thought back to what he said back in the airport, he eagerly nodded. "Whatever you want, sweetheart, it's yours."

"Well," I kissed his lips tenderly. "Looks like I'm coming to Europe with you."

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[spicywhenspeaking]

Star-Crossed Connection Masterpost

A fake dating romance AU

paring Nick Folio x Original Female Character Seraphina Holloway

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

Tags are open!

❤️‍🔥 : smut

Chapters: one two three

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[4rtificialfolio]

Girl Dad folio who gets her a little bike vest to match him so she can be like “dada”. Takes her on daddy daughter dates where they go fishing together; she has her own mini camping chair, a matching hat and a toy fishing rod and he sends you pics of him with his “mini me” telling you how much she loves her “fishies”. Lets her do “make-overs” where she raids your makeup bag and makes “dada look pretty” and he’d be so proud to show everyone his new style. Girl dad folio who sees her at the side of the stage, wearing big pink ear defenders, smiling and clapping for him. He buys her a custom little toy drum kit that’s the same colour as his so she can “play” just like her dada

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[sacredthefran]

Thinking about how this is what he looks like when you guys are watching a movie :( the two of you sitting on the sofa, his arm propped up so he can rest his chin on his hand, his other arm wrapped around your body, pulling you in close to him. His hand trailing up and down the side of your body with feather light touches. You can’t help but to tilt your head up a little bit off his chest to watch his facial expressions. How he always breaks out into a huge smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs really hard and your favorite is when he has a straight face completely immersed into the movie - his eyes as wide as can be while he pays attention to the characters.

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[gretaswhore28]

Laying in bed when I start thinking about how Folio would set up fairy lights in a gazebo and take you there as a surprise and turns on one of your favorite songs and just holds you close and dances with you. Occasionally twirling you or dipping you to hear you laugh and giggle

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[bcd4rkside]

Sweetheart, I’ve Got You

Part 1

⚠️ mentions of being anxious, fluff

Nerves filled your stomach as you paced around the living room. The sound of the clock ticking was slowly driving you insane yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop moving for a second to do anything about it.

You continued to pace around some more before hearing your phone buzz. Hands shaking, you reached down to grab your phone, tears pricking at your eyes once you read the message.

It was gone. The one book you had been desperately trying to buy had already been bought. You cursed yourself for not checking the website sooner and for not emailing the store sooner. Maybe then you might have actually gotten the book before someone else.

You let me out a frustrated huff as you flopped down onto the couch, flinging your phone to the floor petulantly. All you wanted was to be able to say you’d got the one thing you’d devoted your entire weekend to trying to buy and you couldn’t. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you curled in on yourself.

It was moments like this when you found yourself wishing Nick was right beside you. You found yourself thinking about how amazing it would feel to fall into his arms and bury your face into his neck. And you thought about how tightly he’d hug you whilst pressing soft kisses to the top of your head until you were ready to tell him what was wrong.

You were startled from your daydreams by your phone ringing, the screen glowing brightly from where it had been thrown on the floor. A small smile crept onto your lips as you saw Nick’s name flash up on the screen.

“Hey sweetheart. Are you ok?” he asked, frowning immediately as the facetime connected. How he managed to see through even the biggest of smiles was still a mystery to you. You huffed and shrugged your shoulders.

“Not really…” you muttered as you looked down at your lap. You glanced back up, guilt gnawing at your stomach as you took in Nick’s worried expression. It was only a book after all and you almost felt embarrassed for how upset you were.

“Do you remember that book I’ve been trying to get for a while now?” you asked, cutting him off before he inevitably pressed you for more details.

“Yes…” he said slowly, his brows furrowed together as he listened to you intently.

“Well the bookstore had it in and I didn’t manage to get to it in time. Someone else managed to buy it.” you continued, tears welling in your eyes again as you thought about it.

“Sweetheart, it’s ok.” he chuckled slightly. “You’ll get the book one day I’m sure. Maybe this time around it just wasn’t right.” he continued once he saw your pouty expression.

“Maybe you’re right…how’s the tour going anyway?” you asked, swiftly changing the subject from your failure of a day. He frowned for a moment but thankfully didn’t press the matter any further.

“Tour is going pretty good! We have a day off tomorrow and then it’s only gonna be a week before I’ll be with you again.” he said, a grin forming across his lips. You couldn’t help but smile too, the reminder that he’d be home soon making your day just a little brighter.

You chatted back and forth for a while until Noah poked his head into the green room, calling for Nick to get ready to go on stage. Nick gave you an apologetic smile.

“Go on, you need to go and get ready. Before Noah has your head.” You said, smiling at his small chuckle.

“Ok I’m going, I’ll talk to you tomorrow ok? I love you” he said, softly, blowing a small kiss at the camera making you giggle softly.

“Ok I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good luck.” you responded before blowing a small kiss back. You heard him laugh lightly before the line disconnected.

You sighed as the call ended, falling backwards so you were laying down again. Staring at the ceiling intensely, you found yourself wishing once again for Nick to be by your side.

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[valiantroeagleangel]

Masterlist.

Bad Omens

°•°☆ Noah Sebastian

Beg for it Turn on (noah sebastian x female reader/ oli sykes x female reader) Varney (vampire! noah) Noah's alphabet Random thoughts general tag

Nicholas Ruffilo ☆•°•

Honey Ruffilo's alphabet Nosferatu (vampire! Ruffilo) Random thoughts general tag

°•°☆ Jolly Karlsson

Take care Jolly's alphabet Random thoughts general tag

Lorna Shore

°•°☆ Will Ramos

On replay Lover boy Goldilocks Body wash Will's alphabet

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[roycevelvet]

Darkness at the heart of my love

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: again, don't know where this is going, many ideas, never an ending hihi. Also, listen to this song, it was my muse for this thing/chapter whatever you wanna call it lol.

You traced the faded design on your chipped nail polish, lost in memories of a summer filled with his laughter and stolen kisses. It seemed like ages ago, those sunny days when his voice was always there, comforting and familiar. Now, as you waited for him to answer the phone, you couldn't help but feel the weight of all that had shifted.

"Hey, babe" Noah's voice finally rasped through the phone, heavy with sleep. It was the first time you'd heard from him in days.

"Hey" you forced a smile. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

He chuckled, but it lacked its usual warmth. "Sorry, busy week. Soundchecks, interviews, you know...”

You bit your lip, pushing down the familiar pang of loneliness. "Yeah, I figured," you mumbled. You weren't sure if you were more hurt by the missed calls or the casual dismissal of your absence, like he hadn't missed you at all.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions. Finally, you gathered your courage. "So, when do you think we can have a proper talk? It’s been a while since, you know, we’ve had an actual conversation that lasted longer than 5 minutes.”

"Honestly, (Y/N), it's been crazy. I don't know when things will settle down."

The truth stung. You knew it wasn't just the tour schedule anymore. He wasn't making the effort, and your once vibrant connection felt like a fading radio signal, distorted and barely there.

"Okay," you said, your voice cracking slightly. "I understand."

You ended the call quickly as you didn't want him to hear you cry. The quiet in your small apartment felt overwhelming, tears welled in your eyes. It made it hard to see as you scrolled through X.

Among the bright lights and pictures of concerts, there he was. Noah, laughing with a bunch of fans, his arm around a pretty blonde girl, her smile big and happy.

A wave of nausea washed over you. You knew, logically, that he was a celebrity, bound to interact with fans. But the sight of him so close to another woman, the intimacy of his touch, ignited a jealousy you hadn't anticipated.

It wasn't just jealousy, though. It was a deeper feeling of insecurity that had been bothering you for weeks. It ate away at your confidence, leaving you feeling empty inside. You started to wonder if you were just a temporary fix in his glamorous world when he came back home.

Every time Noah didn't respond to your messages or calls, it felt like a punch in the gut. You felt completely alone, like you were drowning in a sea of uncertainty, desperately clinging to the hope that Noah would throw you a lifeline.

But he never did. Instead, he brushed aside your attempts to share your feelings, making empty promises and offering half-hearted apologies. It felt like he didn't really care about you anymore, as if you didn't matter in the grand scheme of his busy life.

When you called, he was always laughing with someone in the background, always busy, always talking. Other times, he was tired, his voice heavy with exhaustion, or sleepy, his words slurred as he struggled to stay awake. But his attention was never one hundred percent on you. It was as if he existed in a world that never slowed down, a whirlwind that left little room for anything else, for anyone else.

One evening, as you sat alone, feeling sad and listening to music, how poetic. The lyrics of "Darkness at the Heart of My Love," the song you and Noah shared, echoed around the room. Now, the lyrics felt hollow, a cruel reminder of a love that couldn't survive the distance.

A bitter smile twisted your lips. The summer had died, taking your love with it. You finally understood Noah's silence. It wasn't just about the tour schedule; it was about him choosing a different path, a path that didn't include you.

The anger that had been simmering beneath finally boiled over. You grabbed your phone and dialed his number, your fingers trembling slightly. He answered after the first ring, his voice laced with surprise.

"Is that it, Noah?" you began, your voice surprisingly steady despite the storm raging within you. "Is this how it ends? With unanswered calls and texts and photos with girls who look like they stepped out of a magazine?"

The silence on the other end was heavy and suffocating. Noah was surprised by your sudden outburst, his usually quick response delayed as he struggled with your words. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Noah spoke.”I… I don't know what to say, (Y/N). It's not like that."

He sighed. Did he just fucking sigh at your words? This making you even angrier than you already were.

"Then what is it like, Noah?" you asked, raging. "Why do I feel like I'm always waiting for you, but you don’t seem to need me?”

There was a pause, a long silence again. And then, Noah's voice said “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I've been so caught up in everything... I didn't mean to make you feel this way."

His words made you feel hopeful at first. But then doubt crept in, whispering that maybe he did mean it to make you feel this way. After all, he had been practically ignoring you for weeks, so why would things suddenly change now?

"Tell me, Noah," you continued, your voice shaking slightly as you recite the lyrics of your shared song. "Does your love have a darkness? Does it run cold, deep, like the lyrics you so readily quote all the time?"

Noah's answer came quickly, his words rushing out. "No, (Y/N), it's not like that. I love you, I really do. But... I've been struggling with everything."

You listened, feeling a tug on your heart with each word he said. But even as he opened up about his struggles, you couldn't shake the lingering question: why hadn't he reached out to you sooner? Why had he left you feeling lost and alone, without any explanation?

"Goodbye, Noah," you said, the weight of the word crushing you as much as it crushed him.

You didn't wait for a response. You didn't need one. You ended the call, the silence on the other end told you everything you needed to know.

—

But the silence wouldn't last forever. Occasionally, you'd be brought back to reality by the harsh ringtone cutting through silence. Your heart would skip a beat, hoping it was Noah finally reaching out, but it was never Noah.

Everything seemed to remind you of him, yet you never felt lonelier. You couldn't help but wonder why Noah never bothered to reach out, not even once. Did you really mean that little to him? Were you really that disposable?

In the days after, you kept busy with work or watching Netflix late into the night, trying to avoid thinking about Noah. But he was always there, like a ghost in your thoughts.

You tried to find comfort in your usual daily routine, but it couldn't fill the emptiness. The coffee tasted bitter, hanging out with friends felt empty, and the nights felt long and lonely.

You tried to move on, exploring new things and even going on a few dates. But every new situationship felt like a weak copy of what you had with Noah. He had made a big impression on your heart, and no matter how much time passed or how far you went, you couldn't forget it.

Despite the hurt, there was a small shimmer of hope. You wished, deep down, that someday he would return, willing to fight for you. Though you felt really silly and stupid for even dare to think this way.

But even as you struggled with everything, life kept marching on. You started to find joy again in unexpected places, glimpses of happiness.

And slowly, ever so slowly, the ache in your heart began to simmer down. It didn't disappear entirely – you doubted it ever would – but it became more bearable, a constant companion rather than an overwhelming force.

You threw yourself into your passions, rediscovering the things that brought you joy before Noah had come crashing into your life. Music became your refuge once more, the melodies and lyrics you hadn't realized you'd been missing.

—

One evening, a couple of months later, you had a small gig at a nearby bar. It was a simple chance to share your songs with a small crowd which you really appreciated. 

The concert was fantastic, but you did feel kinda relieved when it ended. As you left the stage, still buzzing with adrenaline, you were met with cheers and applause from the small but enthusiastic crowd. Lottie and Taylor, your ever-supportive best friends, beaming with excitement.

“(Y/N), you were absolutely stunning out there!" Lottie exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Seriously, (Y/N), that was incredible," Taylor chimed in, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "You absolutely smashed it!"

You smiled at your friends, feeling grateful for their constant support. Together, you moved through the crowd, settling into a cozy booth.

The air was filled with the scent of beer and the sound of people chatting and clinking glasses. Laughter and shared memories filled the air, recalling inside jokes and cherished memories.

They skillfully avoided mentioning Noah though, as they were fuming with him for how he had broken their best friend down to a shadow of herself. 

You were thankful for them, as they had been there since the start, helping you through the heartbreak.

As the night went on and the drinks kept coming, you got lost in the fun with your friends, forgetting about time and how much you had to drink. But just when you were starting to relax and enjoy the moment, you felt someone looking at you.

You turned around and saw Noah, his expression hard to figure out but somehow familiar. And in that quick moment, it was just the two of you, silently looking at each other. Everything else around you disappearing.

To be continued.

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[thefallennightmare]

Here's everything that is going to be posted within the next couple of hours!

-Noah breeding kink drabble(w/smut)

-Noah taking care of you while you're dying on your period drabble (lots of fluff)

-Nick Folio fluff one-shot request.

Then if I have time and it's not too late, Miracle-21

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[spicywhenspeaking]

Bad Omens Valentine’s Day Headcanons ❤️

These are all just my made up little ideas about how the version of them that lives on my mind palace would act! Not at all meant to be taken seriously:)

Under the cut

Noah Sebastian:

makes a home cooked meal

buys flowers from a local florist

Words of affirmation and quality time and physical touch

Gifts expensive chocolate assortment in a heart shaped box

has a record playing when you get home from work

Prays to every god that you’re wear the red lingerie set that makes drives him crazy

Writes a very sappy note in the card he got you and gets an intense blush when you read it

You share a bottle of red wine or a mocktail

You end up going out to see a movie spontaneously but sit in the back row so you can make out

Nicholas Ruffilo:

Believes Valentine’s Day is a corporate holiday but makes you a handmade card with a beautiful note inside

Words of affirmation and quality time

Orders your favorite food on Uber eats

Gifts you comfy new pajamas and expensive skin care that he knows you like but don’t buy offer for yourself

You two split an edible and watch horror movies and eat dinner on the couch

Buys all the Valentine’s Day themed gummy snacks for you to share

End up high and playing a card game but forgetting the rules and laughing so hard you get dizzy for a second and hold onto each other for support

Clumsily climb up the stairs after each other and flop into bed in a cuddled mess arms and legs tangled up together.

Nick Folio:

Loves Valentine’s Day so much

Lots of physical touch and gift giving

Buys you a new Valentine’s Day stuffed animal every year

Gets you an edible arrangement and 12 dozen red roses delivered to your office/job/apartment

Wants to kiss you all day and remind you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you

Appreciates a gift in return (lol) and he gets teary eyed when he reads the note you put in his card

Rents a hotel room for the weekend and went before to decorate with rose petals

You get drunk on champagne together and take a bubble bath

He brought bath paints so you end up making a fun game out of drawling on each others skin until the water runs cold and you dry off and head to bed ;)

Jolly Karlsson:

Very romantic and treats you like a queen

Lots of words of affirmation and affection

Breakfast in bed with homemade pancakes and omelet

Has the whole day planned for you

Takes a cute picture for his instagram to make a sappy post about how much he loves you

Coffee shop date at y’all’s favorite place

Picks out your outfit for dinner including the new lingerie he bought you

Fancy reservations at a nice restaurant

Wants to hold your hand across the table all night

Buys an expensive bottle of wine

Buys you nice ethical jewelry

Ubers home to be responsible

Wants to dance in the candle light when you get home

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[4rtificialfolio]

It’s complicated, my darling - The Prologue

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings: brief hinting at death, explicit language

Series master list

(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

Ada

May 19th 1941

New York City, USA

8:23 am

Dear Diary,

Spring is coming any day now, the chill has died off and flowers are beginning to bloom, but I’ll say the air here in America feels a bit thicker when you’re not by the sea. Oh, I miss the seaside, Dad says they closed the beaches back in Brighton last year after Dunkirk, it was too dangerous to keep them open. It’s a shame, our Peggy loved the beach. We used to buy her a 99 and take a walk down the pier watching the seagulls nick a chip out of an unsuspecting victim’s hand. This one time, Peggy laughed so hard she dropped her ice cream and made me and the old man march back down the pier to buy her a new one, just to do the walk up the pier all over again. I would give anything to see her smile again but for now, it’s back to business aye? 

Speaking of business, my dick of a boss, John, back in England assigned me a new mission yesterday. Something about money being stolen from one of the precincts in the city? I'm not sure, I haven’t gotten all the details yet but I guess I’ll find out more in today’s briefing at the head office. 

Anyway, must be off. My train into the city should be here any minute now and God knows my grumpy sod of a boss will have my head if I’m late to another meeting. 

Talk soon.

__________________

“Excuse me, ma’am, would you mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken”

You avert your eyes from the book you’ve been engrossed in for the past 10 minutes; “The So Blue Marble” by Dorothy B. Hughes, a truly riveting thriller novel. Bookmarking your page, your gaze meets the handsome young chap standing before you.

“Oh yes of course, please, sit down” He’s a rather handsome fellow, clean-shaven with his hair slicked with a side part, perfectly framing his chiselled jaw. Heat flushes across your cheeks and you can’t help but feel a little flustered as he takes a seat in front of you.

“Thank you, Ma’am” He extends his arm for a handshake.

“Please, call me Ada”

“A pleasure, Ada” You can’t help but notice his peculiar accent, it appears to be a southern accent of sorts but you can’t quite place it.

“Is that a southern accent I hear- oh sorry, I didn’t ask your name?”

“Ah no, Maryland although I do get that a lot, and no worries. The name’s Nick but everyone calls me Folio” You tilt your head ever so slightly at the nickname, wondering how that came to be. As if he already knew your next question, he smiles.

“My surname Is Folio, there’s another Nick amongst my friends so over time I just became Folio”

“Aah makes sense. Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Folio” You flash a smile, trying your best not to blush too hard.

“Judging by your accent, you’re from England I assume? What brings you to America, New York City at that?”. It’s the dreaded question you always fear to answer. Although you’re trained to lie, to be deceitful, you can’t help but feel a little guilty each time you respond to that question. It’s not easy to live your life pretending to be someone you’re not, half of the time you’re not even sure what’s real anymore; but that’s the job. Everyone is doing what they can to help the war effort, you included and if that means putting up a facade each day, then so be it.

“My family evacuated from England, we would’ve gone to Canada but my brother is deployed here in the States” You feel your heart drop to your stomach. This isn’t a complete lie; your mother and youngest sister, Mary and Agnes, did evacuate from England, but the ship carrying them to Canada took a devastating blow and ultimately sunk; the total casualties are still unknown. No one knows the whereabouts of your brother, Dennis. You received a telegram in July last year to notify that he was M.I.A when he didn’t return to base with his aircrew. So, no, it wasn’t a complete lie but you have to carry the sadness on your own.

“So, what will a gorgeous lady like you be doing in the city? ” He leans forward on the table, raising his left eyebrow. His words make your heartbeat speed up a million miles an hour. Of course, he doesn’t know the real reason you’re in the city but a little fun can’t hurt, right?

“I’m looking around for a job but most businesses are shut and I’m not first aid trained, so that’s pretty much any job out of the question” Another lie.

“Well, I can’t give you a job but If you ever want some company, please feel free to come down to the 13th precinct. I’d be happy to keep you company” His flirtatious manner doesn’t go unnoticed, nothing overly forward but enough to make your face burn up. A high-pitched whistle blows outside of the train and it isn’t until you see passengers standing up collecting their belongings from the overhead shelves that you realise you’ve reached your destination. You both walk off of the train onto the platform, pushing through the crowd of busybodies.

“Well I must be going, I’ve got some job interviews lined up today. It was lovely meeting you, Folio”

“You too, Ada. Good luck with the interviews, I’m sure you’ll find something soon”. Folio, once again, extends his arm for a handshake. Saying your goodbyes, you make your way along the path towards the north exit gate but your attention is averted as you hear that familiar, not-so-southern, voice.

“I hope you take me up on that offer, Ada!”. He bellows. Turning on your heels, you chuckle thinking about the gorgeously mysterious man you just met.

__________________

“Ah right on time Chapman, makes a change. I was beginning to wonder if that pretty face of yours knew how to tell the time” Alfred, your other male chauvinist pig of a boss, says as you walk into the meeting room.

“Morning Alfred, Sir” Oh how you’d love nothing more than to punch his disgusting, smug face, but you need this job and you need the money, especially if you want to get your dad and Peggy over here in the States.

“As John mentioned to you yesterday, he has assigned you a new mission. The higher-ups believe that someone in the 13th precinct is stealing money from their funding-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but did you say the 13th precinct?” This can’t be possible, surely not?

“For fuck sake Ada, maybe if you spent less time dressing like a whore and more time paying attention you would’ve heard me. Yes, I said the 13th precinct now shut up and listen” Anger rises through your body as he berates you in front of your team, but you take a deep breath, reminding yourself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Sorry, sir. Please continue”

“As I was saying, you will be tracking one man. We believe he is acting alone, stealing money to put into an offshore account. You will be working at the precinct undercover as an accountant, you will need to keep track of all the money that goes in and out of their accounts. You’ll be given a written brief with more details. Make sure to read it thoroughly after the meeting ends, if that’s even possible for that empty fucking head of yours. We will go over the target’s name and description so everyone is aware of exactly who the suspect is”. Annie, Alfred’s assistant, hands out copies of the brief around the table.

Flipping over the first page, which details the goal of the mission, you see the name of the suspect.

“Fuck” Is all you can mutter out under your breath as you stare at the page, mouth agape in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” There’s no denying the name and image that’s staring right back at you. Is this a sick joke? A punishment for leaving your family behind?

“Billy, can you please read out the suspect’s name and character description” A part of you still hopes that you’re imagining what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Nick Folio, sir”

There’s no such thing as fate, but the universe has a funny way of deciding it for you.

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AN: i genuinely loved writing this first chapter. I hope you guys will love this story as much as me, please let me know your thoughts! also please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for each chapter :)

reminder my inbox is always open if you’d rather send your thoughts anonymously (no fic requests)

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[sacredthefran]

I wanna go on a little zoo date with Folio - he would point out all the little animals and mimic their noises

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[0fth34byss]

Valentine's Day with Bad Omens

18+ thoughts and ramblings, below the line

Nicholas

Nicholas would cook for you on Valentine's Day night. He'd make you your favourite dishes, researching recipes in the days leading up to Valentine's Day to make sure he got them right. When you were done eating, he'd eat you out, then spend hours telling you everything he likes about you.

Noah

Noah wouldn't acknowledge/realise it was Valentine's Day. He'd accept your invitation to come over for a "movie night" and then be confused when you answered the door wearing nothing but lingerie. Not that he would be complaining... once he stepped inside, he'd have you up against the wall before he'd even closed the door behind him.

Jolly

Jolly would skip taking you on a Valentine's Day date, opting to take you straight to bed instead. Nothing would be off limits so long as you were having a good time and felt safe. You want to give Jolly a Valentine's Day blow job? No chance, you're daddy's good girl, and he's having his way with you until you're an overstimulated whimpering mess.

Folio

Folio would take you to the fanciest restaurant he can think of. When you want to pay at the end of the meal, he snatches the bill from the table and refuses to let you pay a single cent. You're his Valentine, and he's spoiling you rotten. Spoiling you would continue when he took you home and started working you with his fingers, and tongue, until you literally begged for him to fuck you.

Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day, loves x

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[goulgraveyard]

💟fluff💟

This is a little bit sad but not too much!

You hold on to each other not wanting to let go, just trying to get a few more seconds in before he has to leave. You bury your face into his chest trying to hold back the tears, you want to be selfish and have him all to yourself but he loves his job, and you don’t want to come between it so you softly and slowly let him go, he gently squeezes' you as reassurance that everything will be okay he is only going away for a few weeks you can facetime, call, and text but nothing will beat talking to him face to face. He looks down at you "You know I love you, right?" you look back up at him "…yes" you say softly, he gives you a soft smile petting your head "And you know I will be back, right?" you nod, you know this he will ways come back. He places a kiss on the top of your head backs away and picks up his bag giving you one more hug and kiss before turning around and walking towards the other boys waiting for him, they give him a hug and wave back to you. Watching him get on the bus broke your heart and brought tears to your eyes. You know you have to be strong he will be back but for now, you have to keep yourself busy. You watch as the bus slowly starts driving away waving at them, praying they will be safe and have fun.

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[neverknoah]

anywho if you have ORIGINAL ideas that you’re NOT MASS SENDING TO OTHER BLOGS i’m happy to answer them and i’ll have lots more time next week to do so because im off for spring break😊

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[roycevelvet]

Collision of fate

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: idk what this is or where this is going, enjoy the ride. And I'm sorry, as usual, not proof-read, ain't nobody got time for that. Also having editing issues again, don’t know what i’m doing wrong lol

Summary: A fender-bender with a tour bus sparks frustration, but quickly turns it into a sweet connection with smiles and the promise of new beginnings.

The guys were in the middle of their European tour, driving through the countryside of a small European town. As their tour bus rumbled along the roads of a small village, the sun hung low in the sky, painting the countryside with a warm glow. However, amidst the peaceful scenery, danger was just around the corner.

You on the other hand were driving quite aggressively, frustration simmering inside you. It was another day colored by your boyfriend's insensitive actions, leaving you seething with irritation. Desperate to shake off the frustration, you cranked up the volume of the music, the powerful chords of some random 80s rock song on the radio reverberating through your speakers. With each verse, you poured your heart into the lyrics, as an escape from your troubles. But just as you began to find some solace in the music, disaster struck.

As the spinning car finally stopped, the huge tour bus screeched to a halt, the sound of the collision snapped Noah out of his thoughts.

In a blur of shock and anger, you approached the group of men emerging from the bus. Your voice ringing out outrage. "What in the world were you thinking?" you yelled in your native language, your words sharp and pointed. “Did you never learn how to drive?!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down there" Matt interjected, stepping forward with his hands in defeat, trying to keep this a civil conversation. "We're really sorry about what happened. It was an accident.”

"Accident? You call this an accident?" you shot back, switching to English, your voice rising with every word. "You nearly killed me!"

“It was an honest miscalculation, I swear," Matt insisted, "Let's just try to sort this out calmly, okay?"

But your anger was relentless, fueled by adrenaline and the shock of the near miss. "Calm? You want me to be calm?" you snorted. “How can I be calm when you almost turned me into a statistic?"

Matt exchanged a helpless glance with the crew, unsure of how to calm things down. Your anger was clear to everyone. Noah watched quietly as you let out your frustration, speaking, yelling actually, passionately in your European accent. Despite being outnumbered and seemingly outmatched, you stood your ground, and Noah couldn’t help but feel impressed. There was something undeniably captivating about the fire in your eyes, the strength in your voice as you held them to account.

“Guys, what do we do?" Someone whispered, Noah couldn’t quite hear who because of the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. 

"We apologize, again" Noah interjected, stepping forward to address you directly. "I'm truly sorry for what happened. It was never our intention to cause harm. We are not familiair with these roads and our bus driver miscalculated the small road.”

Your gaze softened slightly at his words, though the fire in your eyes still burned bright. "An apology won't fix my car though” you snapped back.

"I understand" Noah replied genuinely, "We'll do whatever we can to make it right. Please, let us help."

As apologies were exchanged and tensions started to calm, Noah felt drawn to you. Despite the chaos, he couldn't help but notice the way your brown hair fell in loose waves around your shoulders, catching the sunlight. Your hazel eyes holding a fierce determination. And your sun-kissed skin that seemed to glow in the fading light, adding more to your captivating aura.

You stood there in your adorable sunflower dress, defiant yet somehow ethereal, and Noah couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than mere coincidence. There was something about you that tugged at his heartstrings.

And so, amidst this unfortunate meeting, a conversation blossomed. Noah found himself hanging on your every word, captivated by your beauty and undeniable charisma as you finalized the insurance paperwork. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but feel at ease in Noah's presence, he was the one to calm you down in the first please. His calm demeanor and genuine concern put you at ease, and you couldn't deny finding him kind of … cute?

Noah discreetly glanced at the paperwork in his hand, subtly searching for your name. You caught him in the act and offered him a playful smirk. "What? Can’t find my name?” you teased, your voice tinged with amusement.

He chuckled at being caught. He couldn't help but find your thick accent cute when you spoke in English, adding a charming touch to your already captivating presence.

"Ah, busted" he admitted with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I suppose I'll have to rely on you to fill in the blank."

You flashed a knowing smile and replied, "Y/N. And you are?"

Noah extended his hand with a warm smile. "I'm Noah, and these are ...” He introduced each member of the band and the crew present in turn, all wearing the same apologetic expression.

You waited together for the towing service to arrive and collect your car, the initial tension was nowhere to be found. Everyone present engaged in small talk, trying to lighten the mood and make amends for the accident.

As a gesture of apology, Noah leaned in and said, "We really feel terrible about what happened. Can we at least make it a bit better if we invite you to our concert tomorrow night?"

You couldn't help but smile at the offer, touched by their sincerity. "I'd like that," you replied, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest at the unexpected invitation.

PART TWO

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