#Darlin deserves shifted cuddles too ok

[sheawritesstuff]

Wolf-Shaped Blanket

[Sam x Darlin]

[Fluff - 454 words]

[Nice short fic because they're cute and I love them]

Darlin groaned and kicked at the blankets while they tossed and turned in bed. They scrunched their face up as they struggled to get comfortable.

“Hey, you alright? Looks like you've got a one-man mosh pit goin on over here,” Sam joked as he walked toward the bed. He set the newly retrieved water bottle on their bedside table and looked at them inquisitively.

“I can feel my skin and it's pissing me off,” they complained. They kicked at the blankets one last time before giving up and melting back into the bed. Darlin tipped their head up and let out a sound that rode the line between a groan and a growl.

The vampire sat on the edge of the mattress and hummed as he considered their options. He clicked his tongue a few times before putting his hands up against the sides of his head. He mimicked the shape of wolf ears and lifted his eyebrows.

“You sure you're not just trying to get a sentient weighted blanket out of this?” Darlin teased.

“Baby, let's be honest, I'd get that whether you were shifted or not. I just want my Darlin to be as comfortable as possible.” He leaned down to kiss their head and carefully untangled the blankets from their sprawled limbs.

Darlin practically threw themself out of bed and all but ripped their clothes off. Once they were bare, they hopped back on the bed on all fours and shifted into their familiar canine form. The tension visibly eased from their body as they let out a low whine. Sam noticed the subtle wag of their tail, but decided not to mention it.

The cowboy maneuvered around the giant wolf in his bed and settled into his side of the bed. He then patted his chest a few times and grinned up at his shifter mate.

Taking the hint, they crawled on top of their partner and laid flat with their head on his shoulder. They nuzzled against his cheek and looked at their lover with the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable. They'd never admit that part, of course, but Sam knew. That's all that really matters, right?

Sam rubbed his thumb up and down their snout and between their eyes in a gentle repetitive motion until their eyes fluttered closed.

“Good night, Darlin’,” Sam whispered. He kissed their nose with a soft smile. “Sweet dreams.” He buried his hands in the soft fur on their neck and gently scratched. The vampire kept the same rhythm long after his big bad wolf had fallen asleep.

Their weight on top of him paired with the gentle and repetitive motion filled him with a warm calmness. He could get used to this.

[flintsjohn]

if you're taking prompts how about since kyle is a doctor (and all the crazy stuff going on) he's just used to taking care of people so when he's dating alex and michael he just kind of starts fussing over injuries and checking them over without even thinking about it

im not sure about the ending and it’s not even completely what you asked but i’ve had it in my drafts for ever so i’m just gonna post it before i change my mind ok thank u nonnie i hope u like this

“Sooner or later one or the both of you are going to send me into the ER,” Kyle mutters as he patches Alex and Michael up for the hundredth time this month. Of course, both of his boyfriends point to the other in unison, like the disgruntled five-year-olds that they are. Like he has any time or the strength to put up with their childish bickering.

“At least my line of work is dangerous,” Alex honest-to-god pouts. He’s sprawled on the opposite end of the couch, his wound already taken care of – though, unlike Michael, he’d waved off any attempt at getting an explanation out of him. “He seems to do it on purpose!”

“Hey! I’ll have you know, being a mechanic has its dangers.” Michael frowns back, whining when Kyle cleans the cut on his left thigh with some antiseptic. Damn junkyard and pointy metal scraps, Kyle thinks. Then, Michael adds under his breath, “And you’re on desk duty anyway.”

“You could heal yourself with one finger!”

“Guys,” Kyle sighs, rubbing tiredly at his eyes as he reaches for the gauze. They both ignore him, obviously, not stopping their bickering for a moment. Kyle swears he deserves a plaque or a trophy, coming off of a 12-hour shift and getting home to his two boyfriends bleeding all over his couch, and still putting up with them.

“It’s too much effort for stuff like this,” Michael replies with a shrug, and Kyle feels the urge to punch him in the face because the cut is most definitely not something minor.

“You only do it because you like Kyle’s hands on you.”

“That I do,” Michael agrees easily, ignoring Alex’s accusing tone. He relaxes in a sprawl under Kyle’s hands to prove the point, though it only earns him an eye-roll and Kyle tugging at him to stay put. The doctor interrupts Alex before he can retort, “Well, you should stop. If you go on this way you’re gonna end up developing some sort of Pavlovian response and become a full-fledged masochist.”

Michael snorts at that, running a comforting thumb over the crease that’s formed in Kyle’s forehead. It gets batted away, but Kyle hums at him nonetheless, so he smiles as he watches the doctor wrap his leg with gauze. The frown doesn’t leave Kyle’s face until he’s done, his eyes moving tiredly between his two patched-up boyfriends. The scene makes him shake his head and move from under Michael’s hands before the alien can grab him and coax him into their usual post-intervention activity. Not tonight, he tells himself. He’s bone-tired, they’ll have to wait.

He orders them to stay on the couch instead while he moves to the kitchen and puts the kettle on. It’s almost funny that this is a habit they’ve fallen into, three grown, mostly grumpy men drinking herbal tea like they’re eighty. But it’s soothing for Kyle, reminds him of when he was little and couldn’t sleep, and his mom would put some water on and read to him. He drops the tea bags in three cups when the water’s ready, and presses each cup carefully into Alex and Michael’s hands. They hum in gratitude, and for a few minutes they just settle into the silence, sipping quietly, their eyes lost in the distance.

When Kyle joins them on the couch with his own cup of tea, sitting between the two, Michael immediately curls into his side, careful of his gauzed leg. Kyle lets him, knowing how physical Michael gets when he’s hurt, whether it’s with sex or just cuddling. He runs his free hand through Michael’s curls, as much a soothing motion for himself as it is for Michael. On his other side, Alex shifts closer so that he can rest his head on Kyle’s shoulder. Kyle’s almost completely relaxed, anger and worry from earlier almost forgotten, when Michael mutters, “I know it gets you going, too, y’know.”

Kyle is sitting up straight in a second, almost sending Michael tumbling to the ground in the rush, and jostling an almos asleep Alex on his other side. It’s only Michael’s telekinesis that prevents all of their cups from spilling, floating them gently to the coffee table. Kyle ignores them, ice in his voice when he asks, “Excuse me?”

“Relax, babe, it’s ok.” Michael tries to grin, but it fades as he’s met only with Kyle’s silence. “Look, I love it. I love you taking care of us, and yeah, I love having your hands on me. So what if that’s the response I have? We have fun after, don’t we?”

“Fun?” Kyle repeats in disbelief. “Fun. You think it’s fun for me to watch the two men I love get hurt, over and over again? Jesus, Michael, how much of a dumbass are you, exactly?” He’s breathing heavily with restrained anger, pushing to his feet with his hands threading wildly through his hair. It takes him a moment to go over his words in his head and realize what he said, when the only response he gets is disbelieving, awe-filled silence. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, once, twice, before he turns to face the couch once again. He’s met with wide-eyed stares from both Alex and Michael, and for a moment he thinks about taking it all back, waving it off with a laugh and chalk it up to the day’s events, but the thought’s gone as soon as it passes his mind. He shakes his head and presses on, “I love you, both of you, and it kills me that you either can’t or won’t see it. Just,” he swallows, shrugging helplessly, “Stop treating this like it’s a nice little hobby that we have.”

It’s Alex that finally reaches a hand out to draw Kyle back to the couch. He goes willingly, burrowing himself in Alex’s embrace as the man whispers sweet nothings in his hair. It takes Michael another couple of minutes to shake himself out of his stupor, and then he’s reaching for Kyle, almost frantic in his need to touch him. Kyle smiles weakly, tugging at the alien and shifting until they’re pressed together, chest to chest, and Kyle’s back to Alex’s chest.

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” Michael mutters from where his face is pressed against Kyle’s shoulder. They’re tangled together so tight that none of them is able to move, and Kyle can feel himself drifting off already thanks to the warmth of his boyfriends’ bodies, so he just hums in reply, knowing Michael will understand it for the acceptance it is. What he doesn’t expect is to hear Michael whisper, just as he’s closing his eyes, “I love you, too”.

[anodyne-sunflower]

Eddie K. May RP-(Part 4) Last part

~Eddie/Nova~

She finally got all the blood out and continued her cycle of being a cliche heartbroken girl. She stayed clear of the alcohol. She had learned her lesson. This had been going on for a few days and she kept feeling worse and worse. She missed her best friend. So, she got up, showered, put on clothes and some makeup and made her way out to her car. The sun burned her eyes from being inside for so long but the fresh air did feel nice. She got in and buckled up and made her way to Eddie’s. She parked in her usual spot. Her feet carried her up to his door. Thats when the panic and nervousness set in. She hesitantly knocked on his door.

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Eddie was lying on his couch, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned and hair a complete mess above his head. The past few days had been a complete blur to him. It was nothing but drinking, smoking, even dabbling in some harder drugs that took the edge off. Not to mention the steady rotation of women he had coming. He was sure one just left not so long ago. He assumed it was her at the door, and he debated letting her stand out there instead of letting her in. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, coughing slightly as he took another drag. He blew the smoke out, rubbing his bloodshot eyes as he rose from the couch and placed his boots on.

He unlocked the door, opening it up and stared in shock at the woman standing before him. But, just as quickly as his surprise came, his usual smug self was back. He leaned against the doorframe, smoke hanging from his lips as he spoke. “He get tired of you already?”

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Nova looked up at him, shifted from one leg to another and fiddled with her fingers out of nervousness. He looked rough and he reeked of smoke and his eyes were red. She looked down at her feet.

“I made him leave after you did.” She said quietly. She didn’t really know what else to say so she kinda rambled.

"I-I was never going to go out with him again. We all saw how that ended.” The silence made her uncomfortable. She bit her lip to stop from her continuous talking.

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"Ain’t that a fuckin’ pity.” Eddie scoffed, taking another drag as he opened the screen door and let her in. He turned around on the heel of his boot, plopping back down on the couch as she took a seat. The living room was littered in beer cans, empty Jack Daniel’s bottles, and cigarette butts. Not to mention condom wrappers. Eddie had fell back into his self destructive ways, something Nova managed to draw him out of long ago. “So whatcha want this time, darlin’?”

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"You’ve gotten bad again.” She stated quietly, observing the sea of empty alcohol containers, cigarette butts and, what caused Nova to physically flench, condom wrappers. She inhaled and exhaled deeply and went to cleaning up, ignoring the condom wrappers. She went over and placed some glass bottles on his countertop.

"I miss you. We’re best friends or, I guess were. I probably ruined that.” She said the last part to herself. She busied herself by wiping down the counter.

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"I ain’t ever been good, darlin’.” Eddie closed his eyes, mumbling to himself as she began to clean up his mess. He didn’t feel like talking, much less about his behavior. “You didn’t answer my fuckin’ question. What are you doing here?” Yeah, she missed him, but what did she expect to gain from coming here? He couldn’t understand why she would, he did a number on her boy toy, and now here she stood, tail between her legs and talking about missing him and shit.

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“Fine, you’ve gotten worse then bad. Happy?” She sighed and stilled her hand. Nova turned around slowly. She was getting annoyed with him. She was sure he could hear it in her voice.

"Why did you have to start a fight? I get he was a dick but come one Eddie, It wasn’t anything to fight about.” She was exasperated. Nova grabbed a glass and filled it with water. She figured he hadn’t had anything to drink except for alcohol. She placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

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"Nothing to fight about?” Eddie sat up at that, flicking his cigarette into the floor and crushing it under his boot. “That fuckin’ prick riled me the fuck up, sweetheart. He had it comin’.” And it was the truth. James deserved far worse than he had given him, but he held back for Nova’s sake. “He should count his blessin’s that you stopped me.” He eyed the water, ignoring the offer and propping his boots up on the table instead.

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"No he didn’t Eddie. You did more than enough. He riled you up. Big deal. A punch would be was enough. You did overkill.” She flopped on the couch and let her head lean over the back of it. She sighed at him ignoring the water. He was stubborn and damn proud.

"Eddie drink the damn water. You are probably dehydrated.” She snapped and rubbed her temples.

"I’m sorry just-what can I do?”

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"Why you always defended him?” Eddie looked over at her, brows furrowed in confusion. The guy all but hurt her and she never seemed to think ill of him. “I bet you helped him lick his fuckin’ wounds up, too. Tsk.” He clicked his tongue, getting up and heading to the kitchen for another beer. He grabbed one from the fridge, popping it open and taking a huge chug. He wiped his lip of the foam, eyes stuck on Nova as she lay on the couch. “You remind me of her…” He couldn’t stop from chuckling bitterly. “Always picking the wrong fuckin’ men.”

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"Eddie I don’t always defend him. He was awful to do what he did to be but you didn’t need to beat him up over it.” She scoffed, “I kinda did have to make sure he wasn’t dying, so yes I cleaned him up. Is that a crime?” She rolled her head to the side to look at him having another beer. Nova’s eyebrows furrowed and she frowned.

"Who’s her?” She decided to ignore his last comment. She already knew how he felt about her past beaus and she certainly didn’t need to hear it again.

********************************* He rolled his eyes at her scolding, as if he didn’t have a good reason to beat the crap outta him. James could go fuck himself for all he cared, broken nose and all. “He got his ass kicked, let him fend for his fuckin’ self next time.” Eddie crushed the beer can in his hand, throwing it behind his shoulder, not even caring if it missed the trash can. He didn’t realize what he said, not until she asked about a certain someone. Eddie gazed up at her, eyes betraying the calm demeanor he currently tried to put out. Who was her, huh? Well fuck him for even bringing it up. With a solemn smile, he looked down, whispering. “No one…”

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She stayed quiet, observing him. Nova sighed, got up, and picked up his beer can and threw it away herself. She looked up at him. His eyes, she had never seen him like this. They were always happy and playful and generally light. Now though, they were dark and sad. Nova made her way over to him and brought her small hand up to cup the side of his face. She stared up at him, her face sad.

"She’s not no one.” She said softly, “I-you don’t have to tell me. I just, I can see that it’s hurting you and I don’t understand and I want to understand.” Nova pleaded. She brought her hand down and wrapped her arms around Eddie’s waist in a tight hug. Her head rested against his chest where his heart was.

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Eddie didn’t move, he stayed silent as she hugged him, and he kept his arms leaned against the counter as she urged him to realize this wasn’t good for him. But, Glenda was someone he locked away in the back of his memories. Not to say she didn’t pop up often in his thoughts, but thinking of her only made his heart ache in ways he hated. It was a moment in time he let himself crumble before a person, only to have it thrown back in his face.

“I loved her…”

He blurted out, staring straight ahead, fixating on a spot in the wall. But, between his buzzed state and her hug, he was slowly coming undone.

“I gave that woman everything, and in return I got…”

He held his breath, licking his lips as tears began to form behind his eyes.

“I got my heart ripped right the fuck out…”

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Nova looked up to see the tears in Eddie’s eyes and it broke her heart. She had never seen him cry before. Whoever this girl was really did a number to him. She pulled him gently to the couch and sat with her back against the armrest. She pulled Eddie to her and guided his head to rest in the crook of his neck. She knew Eddie wasn’t a cuddle person but with him like this she couldn’t help but want to hold him.

"Oh Eddie, I’m so sorry.” She said quietly and brushed her fingers through his hair trying to give him some comfort.

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He wasn’t really registering what was happening, not until she cradled him in her arms and apologized for things that weren’t even her fault to begin with. Everything was crashing down on him again, and as she hushed him and stroked his hair he bolted from her arms, wiping at his face and giving her a look that spoke volumes of his shame.

“Forget it, darlin’. Water under the fuckin’ bridge.”

He played it off like nothing. As was his M.O. He hated emotions, he hated sharing them, and he hated pity most of all. But, coming from Nova, he knew it was genuine, yet he couldn’t bring himself to break down in front of her.

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"Sometimes it helps talking.” Nova suggested weakly although she knew he probably wouldn’t. She stayed put on the couch, drumming her fingers on her thighs. She hated seeing Eddie like this.

"It’s ok to cry you know.” She tried again but she knew it was in vain. She looked up at him with big, sad eyes.

"I am so sorry. You don’t deserve it.” Nova sighed out. Eddie was one of the best people she knew. Sure he was rough around the edges and he had his faults but he was an amazing friend.

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Eddie reached for the half empty pack of cigs on the table, lighting one quickly and closing his eyes as it calmed his nerves. He pulled it from his lips, looking over at Nova with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t deserve it, huh? You’d be the first to say that.”

He shrugged it off, ignoring all her advice and once again bottling it all up. Some people aren’t meant to change, and he was hellbent on being one of them. He sighed heavily, scratching at his chest as he regarded her with a sense of sadness. “Listen…”

He shifted on the sofa, facing her completely now, and trying his damn best to be serious despite the alcohol and nicotine running through his system.

“I ain’t perfect, darlin’. I’m far from it. And I sure as hell don’t apologize for the shit I’ve done in my life, or the shit I will do in the future.”

He gave her a half hearted smile, taking a quick drag before finishing his confession.

“But, I regret hurting you. And any man who manages to tame that goddamn heart of yours should count himself blessed by the fuckin’ good lord for it.”

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Nova watched him light up a cigarette. She hated to admit it but she missed him blowing the smoke in her face. Nova scooted closer to Eddie with her legs criss crossed and she stared up at him. His half hearted smile almost broke her heart all over again. Nova’s heart beat faster at his confession. She didn’t quite know when she had fallen in love with Eddie. Her feelings for him had been growing and growing over the course of their friendship. Nova didn’t quite know what love was but if she had to guess, it would be Eddie. She took a deep breath and looked in in the eyes, her body shaking slightly in preparation for her confession.

"Then you should count yourself blessed.”

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Eddie was halfway into a drag of smoke before he stopped, his eyes turning quickly to stare upon Nova. She was looking away now, blushing softly after having just confessed. To say he was taken back was an understatement. Sure, he had suspected she felt more for him than she originally let on, but after James and being absent for days…he assumed he was actually wrong. Now? Well, now he was thrown for a loop.

He stared, dumbfounded, cigarette between his fingers, polluting the air with a steady steam of smoke as he blinked. It took him a moment, but then he scoffed, lips stretching into a wide grin.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

He shook his head, slowly putting the smoke back to his lips.

“You are somethin’ else. You know that, darlin’?” He smiled at her, lifting a hand and brushing some strands of curly hair from her face.

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Nova looked away after her confession, her face growing hot and she held her breath. She heard him curse and she moved her head slightly to look at him, cigarette smoke still coming out of his mouth in a very attractive way. Nova’s heart skipped a beat when she saw him grin. There was her Eddie. His grin was contagious and she found her self smiling with him. Her eyes followed his hand as he put his cigarette in his mouth to take a drag, her eyes fixated on his lips. Her eyes snapped up to his eyes when he began talking.

"I know.” She smirked and then Nova closed her eyes at the feeling of his hand brushing some hair off her face. ***************************************

Eddie took in her features, smirking as she blushed even more just from his touch. “You really got it bad, don’t ya?” He chuckled, leaning in closer and running his fingertips along her cheek. He could tease her all day, truthfully. But, after everything they’d gone through, she deserved better than that today.

His fingers dipped lower on her face, running over her lips and jaw until his eyes came up to meet hers. They held something in them, something that was there before and while Eddie still wasn’t completely versed in what he wanted as far as loved went, it was obvious he felt at least something.

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"Maybe just a little.” Nova gave a small smile. She loved the way Eddie’s rough hands felt as he softly caressed her face. She hummed and looked at him, her lips parted slightly when he ran his fingers over her bottom lip and tilted her head up slightly as he traced her jawline. She brought her hand up and placed it over Eddie’s. Nova didn’t expect him to be so upfront about his feelings. Eddie was Eddie. She knew there was something there. She knew that he knew.

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Eddie looked down at her lips, and as he brushed his thumb over them he decided what the hell. He leaned down, pressing his mouth firmly against Nova’s as he finally caved into the attraction he felt. Whatever came of this, whatever happened, he didn’t think about. He was never one to over think things anyway.

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Nova gasped slightly when she felt Eddie’s soft lips press against hers. Her eyes slid shut and she moved her hand to the back of his head and buried her fingers in his hair. God she loved his hair. It was usually hidden under his hat and once he took it off it was a mess. A wonderful, beautiful, soft mess. She pulled him closer to her and their lips moved together. Nova’s head buzzed from his scent and this kiss took her breath away.

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Maybe it was the alcohol, hell maybe it was just his need to feel comfort and affection on his own terms, but right now he just goddamn about melted into that kiss. He started moving forward, hands grasping her shoulders and pushing her down onto the couch as he hovered over her. He pulled away for a second, licking his lips and looking down at her through darkened eyes.

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Nova felt herself being pushed down on the sofa, she could feel Eddie’s body heat over her, his legs on either side of her waist. He pulled away and Nova looked up at him with half lidded eyes. Her mouth opened slightly, her taking deep breaths. Her lips tingled and they were wet from Eddie’s kiss.

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He didn’t bother with words right now, last thing he wanted was her taking what he said the wrong way and marching out of his life again. All negative thoughts aside, he needed her right now. Terribly. His mind and body ached for intimacy, and damn if she didn’t look good right now, lying under him, bedroom eyes and all.

Eddie lowered back down, brushing his lips across hers as he wasted no time in pushing his jeans down a bit. He pawed at her clothing, removing everything until she was lying gloriously bare beneath him.

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Both Nova and Eddie laid on the couch, breathing heavily with a sheen of sweat covering their bodies. She felt blissfully happy but she didn’t want to assume anything with Eddie. She rolled off the couch and stood on shaky legs. Nova grabbed Eddie’s shirt and slipped it on, only buttoning it half way up. She walked over to Eddie’s kitchen and grabbed herself a glass of water, taking a few sips before walking back over to the couch and sitting down. She set her drink on the table and grabbed his pack of cigarettes before he could. She grabbed one and lit it up, taking a drag. She wasn’t a big smoker, mostly social. But one thing she found was it was satisfying to have one after sex.

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Eddie had his eyes on her the entire time, and he’d by lying if he said he wasn’t completely perplexed by the entire change in their relationship. Not just friends, yet not quite lovers. The entirety of their friendship was built on common likes, dislikes, hell the first time he met her was at a party, getting drunk as shit and passing out inside his truck.

It was the best of first impressions, but she accepted him anyway, without so much as a scolding. He admired her for it, even loved her like a friend for it. Now? He was lost. Losing her wasn’t an option, he clearly had no way to properly deal with losing the one person in his life that actually wanted to be around him. But, he couldn’t lie, and couldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. Not to her. She deserved far better than anything he had to offer, except maybe his honesty.

He laid his head in her lap when she sat back down, his arm over his eyes as he willed away the effects of the alcohol and drugs in his system. Truthfully, getting laid always put him in a relaxed mood, but he tried not to give in to the exhaustion. “You bummin’ smokes off me again?” He smiled, peeking from under his arm as she playfully hit his shoulder. She was pretty, he observed, prettier than he remembered anyway. Funny how emotions can seriously cloud judgement. “Hey…” he paused, wanting to say all the words bouncing around his broken mind.

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Nova blinked in surprise when Eddie laid down in her lap, his arm over his face. She hesitantly started running her fingers through his hair, not knowing if this was too intimate for him. She leaned back against the back of the couch and took another drag of her, well technically Eddie’s, cigarette. She grinned down at him, blowing some smoke in his face like he usually did to her, in response to his question.

"Whatcha thinkin’ about so hard, cowboy?” She hummed.

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His expression was worried, because he wasn’t entirely sure how she’d handle his next statement. “Listen, darlin’…” He moved up from her lap, sighing as he leaned back into the couch. “When I said you were perfect for me, I wasn’t lyin’…you are damn near meant for me.”

Eddie smiled at her, throwing his arm behind the couch as he scooted closer.

“But, I can’t promise where any of this will lead. I make a lot of fuckin’ mistakes.” He laughed, almost disappointed with himself for them all. “But, if you’re willin’ to give me a chance, I promise to try and do right by ya…”

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She laid her cheek on the arm Eddie had wrapped around her. Nova stared up at him with tender eyes and she pulled his other arm to her, clasping it between both of her hands. She brought it up to her lips and kissed his knuckles.

"Eddie,” She said softly, “How many years have I known you? Everyone makes mistakes. You aren’t perfect but neither am I.” She lifted her head up and looked into his eyes.

"You are perfect for me and I love you, mistakes and all.”

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Eddie stared at her, biting down on his lip as she smiled up at him. He kept repeating her words in his head, mind racing with so many thoughts now. She loved him, and he actually believed it. Every word that left her lips only made him break down inside, because now everything was going to be different. And while he was filled with apprehension, he was equally excited to explore this new found dynamic between them.

“You really know how to woo a guy, darlin’.” He laughed, kissing her forehead and pulling away to smile at her.

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It’s a gift.” Nova smiled at him. He kissed her forehead. Nova loved the feeling of of his lips on hers. She looked up and brought his head down and kissed him.

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Nova leaned against the pool table in the darkened bar, a beer bottle in hand, the top pressed on her bottom lip. She smirked as she watched Eddie try to beat her. Eddie wasn’t an awful pool player, Nova was just better and her constant bragging usually led her to having little pool competitions with him. Sometimes Eddie won but more often than not it was Nova. Although Eddie would come up with the excuse that he was rusty, or she cheated or distracted him. Eddie looked up at Nova from under his hat and she winked at him.

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Eddie leaned over the table, eyeing the cue ball and steadily pulling his pool stick back. He glanced up at Nova from under his hat, smirking before he meant to hit he perfect shot, except she decided now of all times to wink at him. He narrowly missed it, cursing loudly and hitting the table as the cue ball flew off to the wrong side. He sighed heavily, glaring at her and rolling his eyes as she giggled.

“You’re a goddamn cheat, ya know that, darlin’.”

He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling, tipping his hat up to get a better look at her as he once again asked for another round. “One more round. Come on.” She walked up to him, fishing into his pocket and taking some dollar bills out.

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Nova’s smirk grew bigger with amusement as Eddie missed his shot due to her winking and then accused her of cheating.

“Not my fault you can’t focus.” She taunted and raised an eyebrow. Then again, Eddie mad it hard for her to focus as well. God Eddie looked good in this light, well any light. She had used the past few weeks of getting to know him and his body even more than before. Her eyes looked him up and down and she took a drink of her beer.

"You tryin’ to hustle me cowboy?” Nova tsked. and walked over to him, her hips swaying as she did so. Her hand ran up his chest and to his neck where she played with the collar of his shirt.

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Eddie hummed at her as she played with the collar of his shirt, giving him that look that said she wanted him right then. And damn, would he be happy to comply. But, he had to tease her just a bit first.

“‘Course I ain’t hustlin’ ya, darlin’.”

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Nova set her beer down on the pool table, making a soft thud. She stepped away and jumped up to sit on the edge of the table, mindful of the bottle. She fiddled with Eddie’s belt loops on his jeans before pulling him in between her legs, her nose filling with his distinct scent that instantly gave her comfort. She looked up and him and tilted her head to the side.

"And how do I know you’re not lyin’, Kreezer?”

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Eddie bit his lip when she pulled him between her legs, her fingers dangerously close to his crotch. She really did know how to get his damn body all riled up, but he wasn’t about to give in so easily. He leaned in, lips inches from her own, breath tickling across her cheek. He smirked when she blushed softly, clearly reacting to his proximity, and as she jokingly asked him for the truth, he could only smile at her.

“You’re my girl, darlin’. I ain’t about to lie to ya.”

~The End~