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— One-Shots (a thousand words or more)

• There Are Moments Here, Only Yours And Mine — Boyfriend!Nick Folio x Plus Size!Girlfriend!Reader – Telling your stubborn boyfriend that he can't lift you leads to a little bit of mischief and a lot of reassurance.

— Work In Progress

• So I Will Not Ask You Why You Were Creeping, In Some Sad Way, I Already Know — Boyfriend!Noah Sebastian x Shy!Girlfriend!Reader – You're Noah's very shy girlfriend that moves in with him and his friends. Despite your skittish behavior, your boyfriend and his roommates just want you to feel at home. - POSTING THE WEEK OF AUGUST 2ND 2026

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The plates from your just finished dinner sat abandoned on the coffee table, Nick having scarfed down his favorite homemade meal like he would never eat it again. Honestly, it probably felt that way for him after being subjected to inconsistent and low quality food for the past couple of weeks.

Now, you two were curled up on the couch together. Your head rested on his shoulder while you scrolled through your phone, messaging one of your friends. Your boyfriend glanced between the show playing on the TV and you, his gaze lingering longer each time, afraid that this moment was just another one of his 'on tour' dreams where he thought he was back home, only to wake up in a cramped bunk.

He was also trying to figure out what was going on with you. Something was off, he didn't know what, but you had been acting a bit odd since he got back.

You shied from his touches, shortened hugs, and were even wearing baggy, full coverage clothes—despite it being hot as hell out earlier that day.

He didn't want to pry, but it was worrying him. "Bug?" The nickname came out easily.

You gave a 'hm?' as you continued to type out a text to your friend.

"Is something going on? You seem a little wound up," he asked gently, knowing you'd shut down easily if he pushed too hard.

You moved your head to look at him. "I'm okay."

"You'd tell me if something was going on though, right?"

"Of course."

Just then, your phone buzzed and you looked down at the screen, a small snort leaving you.

"What's got you laughing?" he interrogated playfully with his own amused huff.

"Just... Ingrid. She's talking about this guy she's seeing. Apparently he just carries her around like a rag doll sometimes," you explain before adding a barely audible 'must be nice'.

You started messaging her back, missing Nick's smile drop.

So that's what was going on.

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" His hand rubbed your shoulder.

"What? Oh—" You stop, trying to think of how to word your thoughts. "It's just, you know... she's small... ish..."

You felt ashamed. Nick had helped you so much with your insecurities over the years, but sometimes it just took one little thing for your brain to turn on you.

"I mean... it would just be nice if I could—"

"I can carry you around like a rag doll."

You looked up at his face again, seeing his determined expression. "You couldn't even lift me."

"I could."

"Babe, I love you—and you are very strong—but I'm not having you throw your back out," you said as you moved out of his grip, grabbed the dirty dinner plates, and made your way over to the sink. It was an attempt to shut down the conversation.

He didn't speak, just watched.

You felt him staring as you started to wash the two dishes. Eventually, you looked and caught him eyeing you up and down with a mischievous grin.

"Nick. No."

"What?! I didn't do anything!"

"Not yet." You glare at him, knowing he was up to no good.

"Bug, wanna be carried bridal style or over the shoulder?" He sat there with a contemplative look.

You rolled your eyes, focusing back on your task, only to shoot your head back up when you heard the floor creak. He was now standing.

"Nick..."

"Come on, it'll be fun!" he said as he stepped closer.

"Nick Folio, no!" you screeched as you dashed for the hallway, but your boyfriend was fast (and persistent) and took off after you.

"I promise I won't drop you!" You heard his voice shout as he started to catch up.

The sound that left you was half scream and half laugh as you turned into your shared room. "No, Nick, no—" you yelled back as you came to a stop in front of the bed, realizing you had cornered yourself.

You spun around just in time for your boyfriend to bound into the room, his grin wide. "Got you!" he said happily as he surged forward, wrapping his solid arms around your waist, and hoisting you up over his shoulder.

"Nick—"

"See this isn't so bad, just had to remind you how strong your boyfriend is," he teased, resting the side of his head on your hip and patting the back of your thighs as he spun around a few times.

Show off.

"Nick!" you giggled, "Put me down! You're gonna hurt yourself! I'm too heavy..."

He stalled at that.

You were still dangling off his shoulder for a moment before you were suddenly moved. One second you were looking at Nick's back—upside down, the next you were (gently) thrown onto the bed and he was hovering over you, with furrowed brows and a frown.

"What's that look for, baby?" you asked, wanting to rub the lines off his forehead.

"Did something happen while I was gone? Did someone say something or are fans being weird again?" he blurted the question out.

You paused. You didn't want to answer that.

The truth was something did happen.

You had gotten in your head a few weeks back that you couldn't possibly measure up to the women that fawned over him daily.

How could you compete?

You didn't realize it at first, but your face crumpled and tears welled in your eyes. Suddenly, your boyfriend was blurry and a small whimper slipped from your lips.

"Oh, baby... Baby, don't cry, what's wrong?" His voice was so soft and his touch as he held the side of your face was so gentle.

"Y-You could have anyone... much—" skinnier is the word you almost used, but Nick had lectured you extensively on not conflating the two things in the past, "... prettier women practically throw themselves a-at you."

He said your name quietly, trying to pull you back from the edge of a self-hate induced spiral. "You know I don't entertain their advances... You know that." He didn't say that because he thought you thought he looked elsewhere for attention, but to remind you of what you already knew.

"I-I know... but I just don't get it." You lean your cheek into his palm, tears flowing heavily by that point. "Why me?"

Nick swore he felt his heart rip in two at those two words.

Why you?

"Oh... lovebug..." He wasn't much of a crier, but he was definitely on the verge of becoming one after hearing your sad question.

He sniffled a little, getting the stinging in his eyes under control before speaking. "I'm with you for... so many reasons," he started, letting out a small laugh, almost in disbelief that you would ever have a hard time understanding why he loved you.

"I love how passionate you are about the things you have interest in. I love how you seem to feel the same way about me, 'cause you'll listen to me yap about bikes, and drums, and fish." He smiles, remembering one of your first dates, where he accidentally rambled about his drum setup unprompted and you looked at him like he was the most fascinating person in the room.

"I love your love. Not just for me, but for everyone and everything. You're just... so good." He saw that you still had a skeptical frown on your face.

"But... I know that's not what you meant." His hands came to your sides as he ran them up and down over your hoodie, attempting to soothe you.

"I love your body..." His fingers found their way under the fabric. "Your soft skin, the way when I grab you you fill my palms, every curve and dip..."

The way his voice lowered made you very aware of the position you were in. He was still over you, your legs on either side of his, and he was possessively holding your hips, pulling you flush against him.

He saw the expression on your face, it was full of comfort and relief, but also you had that 'not in the mood' look.

He laughed, getting the hint. The point of his words were not to seduce, but to remind you that you made him feel dizzy in the best way possible.

He used his hold on you to pull you up from your laying down position so you were now straddling his lap as he kneeled on the mattress.

"I know, not tonight, but my words are still true." He dips his head into your neck, nipping at your earlobe. "And enough with the 'I'm too heavy' shit," he chided as he brought one of his arms up and flexed. "Think I have these for nothing?" That got a giggle and an eye roll out of you.

"You're just saying that," you said as you grew shy.

He moved so he could lay down, keeping you on top of him. "I'm not. I mean every word that's coming out of my mouth." His hands still haven't left the skin of your hips. "Not only am I strong enough to carry you around, but I like your weight on me." He saw you raise an eyebrow. "I do! Feels nice—having you like you are right now. Feels secure." He gives you a squeeze.

You leaned down so your chest pressed against his, your hands holding his face. You didn't say anything. You couldn't think of how to vocalize all the emotions you were feeling.

He gave you the biggest smile, the corner of his eyes wrinkling. "My pretty baby." He lifted his head to kiss your cheek. "My sweet girl." Then another peck to your jaw. "How'd I get so lucky?" His lips descended down your neck.

"Babe, stop..." You couldn't hide how flustered you were. "I get it, I get it. You like me."

He stopped his affection and quickly corrected you, "I love you."

Your head fell to his shoulder, a muffled 'oh my God' leaving you.

"Nope, gotta resay the sentence, babe."

You lift your face, resting your forehead against his. "You love me..." Your lips meet his and you let him deepen the kiss for a second before pulling away. "... and I love you."

"Aw, you gotta crush on me, bug?"

"Nick, I swear..." You sit up once more, crossing your arms, still sitting on him, and trying to contain your laughter.

You look down and see him just admiring you above him. "Thank you, for helping me feel better."

"That's my job, have to make sure my girl knows I'm absolutely crazy about her," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and gave you the most lovesick look you'd ever seen.

Author's Note: If you find any grammar or spelling mistakes let me know, and please consider commenting, liking, or reblogging if you enjoyed the fic, thanks!

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