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nik’s arms tighten around her waist, holding her close as a small smirk pulled at his lips.
“could never get sick of you,” he murmured, brushing his nose against hers. “pretty sure you’re stuck with me.”
he tried to laugh at her question, but the
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She grins her arms coming up around his neck as she pulls back to look at him. “Only if you wouldn’t get sick of me,” she scrunches her nose before sticking her tongue out teasingly. Softening as he thanks her for helping him. She shakes her head with a softened smile.
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he stole one more quick kiss before giving her sides a playful squeeze. “but if you’re offering food, your couch, and you? i’m not leaving.”
his expression softened as he looked at her, voice quieter now. “thank you… for always knowing how to calm me when my head gets loud.”
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nik let out a quiet laugh as he leaned into her kiss, his hands settling on her waist before his forehead rested against hers.
“y’know,” he murmured with a small grin, “that might be the weirdest declaration of love i’ve ever heard.”
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She begins the drive back to her place, feeling like the coziness of the cottage will help him relax further. “It doesn’t matter if I have or haven’t, I know how you feel about me and that’s enough for me to love you through anything,” she explains, turning into her secluded
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nik lets out a breath, shoulders still tight but not as bad. his hand comes up over hers, keeping it against his cheek.
“you say that like you’ve seen it,” he mutters, glancing off before looking back at her. “i’m not exactly easy to be around when it hits.”
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She frowns before nodding softly. “I’m not going anywhere okay?” She says in a gentler, reassuring tone. She can’t imagine the times he’d had no one and felt alone during the full moon, she never wanted him to feel that way again, not as long as she was around.
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nik exhales slow through his nose, shoulders still tight but easing a little under her touch. his grip on her hand flexes once before settling, like he’s trying to keep himself in check.
his eyes flick to hers when she kisses his knuckles, something softer breaking
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She softens with an exhale, squeezing his hand softly to ground him again. “Nik—“ she brushed her thumb along his cheek. “I love that you’re protective, but don’t give these losers a reaction, it’s what they’re trying to do,” she sighs. She knows how much the full moon
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nik exhales through his nose, rough. her hand helps, keeps him from snapping.
“he was talking about you,” he mutters, voice low. “stupid shit. dude’s a nobody i don’t know why im mad.”
his thumb presses into her knuckles, then eases, like he catches himself.
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Her brows furrow as she can feel the anger seeping off of him when the kid is in view. “Huh?” She asks, registering why he’d be so protective and angry now. “What do you mean? What was he saying?” She asks, trying to also keep him calm, she didn’t want any
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“so i handled it.”
by the time they reach her car, he lingers a second before getting in, glancing back over his shoulder.
“and next time,” nik calls out to the kid, voice sharper now, “say it louder so i don’t gotta come find you.”
then he finally slides into the car.
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he shifts forward just a step, not letting it go, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
“coach benched me first half,” he adds with a shrug when she asks, like it doesn’t bother him.
at her question, he scoffs.
“he was talking. about me—about you.”
a beat, shoulders still tense.
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nik barely leans into the hug, jaw tight, eyes already drifting past her.
“i’m fine,” he mutters, like it’s nothing.
then his gaze snaps to the kid nearby.
“nah, don’t walk off now,” he calls, voice low. “you had a lot to say earlier.”
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Rolling her eyes she fights the small smirk from trying to form. “Nik, I’m serious,” she shakes her head, inspecting him, to make sure that he’s not too badly hurt. She sighs wrapping her arms around him.
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nik glanced up the second she stepped into his space, already clocking the crossed arms, the attitude. . yeah, she came in ready.
a slow smirk pulled at his lips, like he was debating being difficult just because she expected it.
“that depends,” he shrugged, pushing off
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She’s pulling up to the field, spotting him right away, heading toward him. What she lacked in height she made up for in attitude as she stood there crossing her arms. “Can I trust you to make it to the car without starting a fight?” She asks, her tone half scolding.
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