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[frenziedslashers]

I Love You, And I Don't Say It Enough:

Pt. 2; Baby, It's Okay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) x Reader

Warnings: she/her pronouns used, possible ooc Daryl idk, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap that shit 👹), rough to soft sex, canon typical violence, mentions of character death. Not proofread.

About: This is set after Season 7 (meaning if you do not know who died Season 7 Episode 1, please do not read if you do not want spoilers.) This is a little fic about Daryl returning to Alexandria after escaping from Negan. I may have gotten some of the details wrong, but this was mostly for my own enjoyment. If you have a request you want to send in for him or another character, feel free. I will be making a master list for TWD and include the characters I write for here in the next few days!

REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST

The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of your life. Not only did you witness two of your good friends die, but you knew that more blood would be shed along the way after theirs. You just didn't think it would be Daryl. He wasn't dead, not from what you knew, at least. They just took him from you. A man who's helped you survive since the beginning. A man who you grew very fond of, and he grew just as fond of you in return. You thought Alexandria brought hope to the future the both of you could share. You were wrong. At least in this moment you were so very wrong.

You screamed for them not to take him from you. It only made them laugh. Negan made a comment about wanting to take you, too. Make you his wife and Daryl have to watch him treat you like his. "I'll be back for ya, don't cry," was the last thing Daryl had said to you. It didn't stop your tears, if anything it only made them worse. What if that was the last time he would ever speak with you? The last time you'd ever see his face. What if he ended up like Glenn and Abraham... Or worse?

It felt like months had passed without him, but in reality. It was only about three, maybe four days. Living without him was lonely. Sure as hell a lot colder at night than having his furnace of a body cooped up next to you. When you saw him get off the truck, you nearly collapsed. His eyes looked tired, but they still searched for you. They still widened and looked at you with the same love and adoration as before. Negan was quick to stop the interaction when Daryl blurted your name and the both of you attempted to run for one another.

"Well," his smile, god. You'd give nothing more than to shoot it off his face. "Isn't this just adorable? Don't you think, Lucille?" He chuckled, walking up to you with a curious gaze. "We've got little miss Jane over here, and her man of a Tarzan over there." He spoke with a sigh. "Gross." He snickered, looking back at Daryl while circling around you. Placing his hands on your hips. Watching you flinch and Daryl fight with the people holding him back. "Don't touch 'er!" "Hey now, what did I say? None of that, or else I'll shut," He held his bat up close to your face. "That shit down." He spoke, voice getting lower and more stern with each word. Daryl understood, even if he didn't want to. Looking at you with a gaze that told you everything was going to be all right.

Negan chuckled again, leaning in close to press his nose against the side of your hair. Inhaling deeply, and then sighing. "Damn! Does your woman smell nice. Bet she tastes just as good, if yunno what I mean." He told Daryl with a sly grin. "Don't talk about 'er-" "Do you wanna see her brains on the pavement? Because I sure as hell don't! I've seen too many super hot wives die. No use wasting such a pretty face when she could maybe be yours again." Daryl glared, Negan looking back at you with a sigh and pursed lips. "You should really tame your dog. He's gonna bite someone someday."

After that, you had a sliver of hope. That maybe since they were letting him go on runs with them. That maybe Daryl could figure something out and get away. Maybe you'd wake up one night to Daryl climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close to one another and not saying a word. Just holding each other in silence.

Each passing day grew harder and harder. Each day without him felt like shit. Like it was a reminder that you would be alone. You came into this apocalypse alone. Everyone you ever knew and loved, dead. Then you would die alone. Everyone that you ever knew and loved being just as dead.

But then, it happened.

Everyone else saw him before you had. Hugging and reuniting with their friend. Their family. He didn't linger with anyone too long, though. His main priority was you. It was always you, and would always be. He had to make sure that you were safe. That he knew you were safe. "She's in the house. Up in your room. I think she's reading." Tara told him, and he nodded. Giving a soft thanks before racing off in order to find you. To hold you and never let go.

He crept up the stairs. His body trembling along with his breath. Doing his best to not be too fast and startle you, but the closer he got. The more he couldn't help himself. Finally reaching the door to your guys' room. Reaching out to touch the handle but to his surprise. It turned for him. Watching with cautious and wide eyes as the door opened and he was met with you. His girl. His woman. His wife. Though the two of you weren't official, nor did either of you talk about marriage. He considered you to be his spouse. May as well be since his eyes were only ever on you since they first saw you.

"Daryl," You didn't have time to say anything else. Cut off by Daryl pulling you in for a desperate kiss. He was never good with words, anyways.

The hunter was quick to get his point across too. About how much he missed you. How he wasn't about to let you go anytime soon, either. It didn't take long for him to push you onto the bed once the door was shut, and to have your clothes on the floor along with his own.

"Daryl," you called his name out, over and over like a soft prayer. Hands roaming one another's bodies with desperation. Pulling each other as close as you both could. Hungry mouths worked at either kissing anywhere they could reach or muttering soft nothings to one another.

Daryl was fairly rough with everything at first too. Like he was trying to tell you both that this was real. That he was here and so were you. His hips were fast. Each thrust within you deep and desperate. trying to chase what you both wanted. It was rough and fast, until it wasn't.

A slight worry set within you when his thrusts slowed, finally coming to a hault. His face buried in the crook of your neck. You were about to ask if you did something wrong until you heard the rigid and quiet sob that came from your lover. Frowning while your arms reached out to hold him. One hand on the back of his head, while the other rested on his back. Rubbing with soft motions while shushing him. Peppering the side of his head with kisses.

"Dar', honey, look at me. I'm here, you're back. Please, don't cry," you lulled, your eyes watering at the sound of his cries in your ear. You hated to hear or even see him cry, but you were glad that he did every so often. He was so good at bottling everything up. It scared you a lot of the time.

"Dar', sweetheart, please, look at me. Let me see you," He listened this time. Pulling away from your neck to look down at you. His blue eyes bloodshot. He had a black eye and a busted lip, which only made you frown more. Fingers tracing his face with your eyes. "Oh baby, what'd they do to you." He grunted, turning his face to get you to stop. "I thought I lost you," he muttered, a tear rolling down both of your faces this time. Your own lip quivering at his words. Everything finally setting in with both of you. "I thought I lost you too, Dixon." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your own.

"Did they touch you?" You shook your head, hands still holding the sides of his face. "No, think ya scared them too much," Daryl chuckled lightly at that. Opening his eyes to look at you again. "Yeah, maybe."

It was silent again. The both of you holding onto one another while staring back at each other. "I love you," you couldn't help but smile at his words. Running your fingers through his hair. Watching his eyes flutter shut and reluctantly open once more. You could easily put him to sleep by just playing with his hair. "I know you do, you have a way of telling me with your actions, always have. I love you too, mountain man." He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you chuckled. "I don't tell ya it enough, I love you. Really do. That's all I thought 'bout, too. That I don't tell ya it enough." He muttered, and you sighed. Resting your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Daryl, I told you. You say it without saying it. I know you do." He sighed with a nod, smiling faintly as you leant up to kiss the side of his mouth. Wanting to continue what the both of you started moments prior, but he wasn't done with his tangent. You wouldn't stop him though, you'd let him open up anytime he wanted to.

"All I could think about in there was you. If I'd see ya again. Hear ya," he spoke. "I was scared he'd.." He paused, breathing a bit heavily for a second as he thought. "Scared he'd take ya from me." "Dar', I'd go out fighting before I let him do anything to me." He chuckled, reaching up to brush some hair from your forehead. "That's what I was worried 'bout. If I lost you," "but you didn't, and I'm here. You're here. We're safe." "For now." You didn't say anything more after that. Only wrapping an arm around the back of his neck while staring up at him.

"I love you," he muttered again, and you nodded, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you too, Daryl." He closed the gap between the both of you rather quick. Humming lowly into the kiss while rolling his hips against yours. Still nestled inside you.

It wasn't long before he was rolling his hips. Rolls turning into thrusts. He didn't move fast and rough like before, though. He took his time. Letting you know how much he loved and cared about you with his actions, again. His hand coming between the both of you to run his fingers between your folds. Your soft noises you released into his mouth were enough for him to continue. Lips traveling down to your neck. Leaving soft kisses and then love marks and bites. All while his fingers rubbed over your clit. Smirking softly as your hips bucked and rolled in order to chase your high, but Daryl didn't let you. No, not at first. He was dragging this out as long as he could.

"Wanna cum with ya," he muttered, kissing your collar bone with a groan. "Then do it," a growl left his throat at your words. Hips finally picking up to the speed the both of you were wanting. His finger rubbing a bit rougher on your bud. Not too harsh, but just enough it had your back arching off the bed. Hands grasping at him to ground yourself. One hand Tangling in his hair while the other clawed at his back. His lips came crashing on yours. Muffling the noises the both of you made as your bodies met their high.

You were the first to go, Daryl following right after. He came inside of you, but you didn't care. Not right now, at least. That was a problem to deal with later. Right now it was all about you and him. Holding each other after your highs became lows and you were both back on earth.

He pulled out, slowly. Doing his best not to hurt you, or himself in the overstimulated discomfort you were both in. "Wow," he looked at you with a brow raised as he used a Kleenex to wipe you both up. "I don't think we've fucked that hard in a while," you chuckled, and he chuckled back. Tossing the napkin into the bin before crawling back over you. A hand cupping the side of your face with a hum. "Ya tellin' me I only fuck good when one's of us nearly dies?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at his chest. "No, 'course not, we've just been..." "Busy?" You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah," he sighed.

He finally laid next to you after tugging his shirt back on. Letting you pull your own and your underwear back on as well. Daryl kept the shirt on so no one would see his scars beside you. You were mostly dressed so if anything happened no one would see you nude. A precaution to keep both your and Daryl's minds easy.

Daryl pulled your body close to his own. Strong arms wrapped safely around your waist. "How 'bout we blame it on Rick." he muttered, and your brows furrowed, an amused smile on your lips. "What? Our sad sex life before today?" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Yeah. He's always got us doin' stuff. No time for me to fuck ya." You snorted, rolling your eyes while swatting at his chest. "Shut up and go to sleep, Dixon." He smiled, pulling your closer while resting his chin atop your head. "Love you," you smiled, kissing his throat with a tired sigh. "I love you, too. I'm glad you're safe and home." "Me too, darlin'."

#daryl dixon #Daryl Dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon smut #the walking dead #two x reader #x reader #this was purely self indulgent #If you like it #that's a plus

[bakugoushotwife]

for ena <3 happy birthday loml, genuinely my other half i hope you have had the BEST day and as far as im concerned…you’re having a birthday MONTH! i’m still gonna buy that star and you can’t stop me hehehehe @suguru-getos

birthday bash || satosugena

you wake up when you feel something pressed against your nose. more aptly, someone else’s nose bumping up against yours. when your eyes flutter open, you’re met with the nearly frightful sight of satoru’s white lashes blinking over wide and crystal clear blue eyes.

“happy birthday princess!! i said it first just remember that—“

strong arms secure you fight against his abdomen and morning…excitement. “happy birthday, darling girl…” he purrs next to your ear. suguru. he smirks, a lazy little number. he knows that despite satoru’s hovering, his gravelly morning voice is enough to make you press your legs together on instinct. “we’ve got a big day planned for you, it’s going to be a lovely day.” he assures, nose nuzzling against your cheek.

satoru hums in agreement, diving down a bit to kiss your face, concentrating most of his affections on your lips. your own lips part in a smile, their warmth and excitement and love radiating off of them. “n it starts with breakfast in bed!”

splurging on breakfast isn’t inherently special. they usually order your favorites once or twice a week, the rest of the cooking usually done by the two of them together—with you happily kicking your feet on the nearby barstool bouncing conversation with them or humming along to the music to relax.

but today, they got all of your favorites. mocha lattes worthy of your growing instagram blog, nutella crepes and fruit, even the savory option of chicken sausage, scrambled eggs, and breakfast potatoes. some of geto’s servants bring it in already beautifully plated. it’s clear your fiancé’s have been busy this morning.

you won’t eat half of it—and it’s not about how much you eat. it’s about that satisfied grin on your face. you know they know you. to the core, they understand you completely. every detail you’ve mentioned, they’ve memorized. because you are their person. and their person is deeply worshipped. no other day but your birthday could showcase their utter devotion to the woman that ties them all together. satoru poses the plates together for you to snap a picture of—of course starting a birthday reel. instagram will eat first today. and while it’s not your intention—many a follower will fall for you and stew in jealousy all at once. satoru and suguru are going to put on a masterclass.

after eating, they urge you to shower and get ready in something casual. of course they never really specified, and even your casual is runway worthy. they’re antsy and ready to go by the time you step out of your own hair and makeup booth.

it seems your birthday falls during festival season all the way around, and what a beautiful coincidence. the start of spring suits you so well, it’s almost as if they’re celebrating you like your soon to be husbands are. the cherry blossoms are so bright and the vendors line the streets to the fair.

they take turns buying you hand crafted earrings from one stall, silk dresses and wraps, organic candles from the next. all the way into the arcade area, naturally. whose idea do you think that one was? satoru is very intent on winning all the games and getting you a huge fucking prize. suguru is proud to push him to lose his mind over arcade games meant for children by being unnecessarily competitive—and you actually make satoru lose his mind by beating him by being genuinely better. he’s tweaking. and it’s your birthday—but he’d never insult you by letting you win. or apparently even being a decent graceful loser.

“oh you’re CHEATING!!” he whines once your digital streetcar passes the finish line three milliseconds before his.

“i don’t think that’s even possible in one of these.” suguru chuckled out in your defense. you turn your nose up and just roll your eyes at him.

don’t even mention the punching bag okay. that was a mishap. if he could just simply do it over again he would have gotten a higher score.

“900?!” he yelps as the numbers keep rolling higher. he only got 846. “I barely hit the thing goddamn i didn’t know we were going all OUT—“

at least he still won enough tokens to pick out the nicest stuffed toy in the entire place for you. no matter how old you three get together—satoru will be sure to capitalize on the inner child.

you spend hours at the fair and festival, getting all kinds of treats and gifts and trinkets. this is what they can get the girl that has everything—new experiences and quality time!! soon it’s time for dinner, and suguru has all of that planned out.

the car takes you three back to the estate a little after sundown. you’re weighed down with bags and the giant stuffed animal you were so graciously gifted. shortly after getting back to suguru’s home turned the sole base of operations, suguru tells you not to get un-ready.

“woah woah, i hope you don’t think that was it?” he raised a brow when he saw you slipping off your shoes. “time to go out to the lake. let me guide you, my love.” he smirks, holding an arm out for you to take. satoru grins, knowing what to expect. you thread your arm in suguru’s and let him escort you out to the gorgeous lake under the willow in the back of your home.

before you even arrive at the lakeside, you can see the small intimate table set for three. candlelit, with the help of the moon and stars, a traditional italian course. wine paired with your salad, then another wine perfectly suited to your chicken alfredo and chicken parm duo, a third wine to compliment the tiramisu birthday cake with your name dripped in extra mocha. it’s like something out of a storybook. it’s just for you three, their gifts bringing you that peace of mind you had wished for. their joy was so evident—the tender crease of suguru’s brow as he watches you wiggle happily in your seat; satoru’s absolutely puppy lovesick stare even though you’ve been together for three years at this point—it all just makes you feel so safe. it’s always been hard for you to let yourself be loved wholly; almost like you believe you don’t need it or deserve it at times. they make you understand that not only are you a deity in their lives—but you should never feel anything less than this feeling right now. you should always feel cherished. like you’re a gift. that’s not spoiled or entitled or bratty, that’s just true. women like you are few and far between—you’re called princess and angel for a reason. you are holy, you are royalty. that’s why your feet don’t even touch the ground as satoru carries you back to the main house, up the winding stairs to the shared bedroom.

by now, you’re truly exhausted—but blissfully happy. part of you feared they’d go insane—have a full blown party to shower you in materialistic gifts you already have. especially with satoru’s tendency to throw money around like it’s free to him. this was perfect. suguru helps you get out of your birthday outfit, peppering kisses to the exposed skin of your wrist, your shoulder, your collarbone.

now it’s satoru in your ear, brushing the silky locks of yours away, “how about some birthday spankings?”

#wifey chronicles #wifey extraordinaire #just for ena #don’t reblog #other than ena #if you like it #i hope it’s not too long #i love you so much babe 🥳🥹 #literally you’re my sun i revolve around u 😔🔫 #pls like it #hopefully

[fukuda-namoto]

#Hello Neverland lovers #this is another one of my drawings with Neverland #if you like it #there will be new works with other characters #illustration #my drawings #anime #original art #original character #artists on tumblr #the promised neverland #the promised #ibispaintdrawing

[winters-tales]

Reblog Me Please

You like this? I'm glad you like this. You are picking it up, and putting it in your pocket. It's for you to find later before you put your trousers in the wash, it'll be nestled in there with your loose change and half-formed thoughts, and maybe you'll read it again and enjoy it but it'll be just you who re-reads it.

Reblog me please; put me in your pocket and find that I am split, endless copies to pin to the lampposts on your street, a reverse missing poster campaign. Have you seen this? I have. I'd like you to see it. Maybe you'll like it. Lots of reblogs means lots of lampposts, lots of streets, lots of hey, look at this.

Pandemic isolation hits, reblogs become lifelines, not just sharing art but sharing thought, sharing emotion, sharing soul. I'm here. I know you're there, too. We see you. Hang in there, hold on, keep going. I love you. We share because we love, and we love because we share.

Reblog me please; I just want to be seen and shared and heard and felt. A hundred hundred lampposts, a thousand thousand connections, a million million souls.

Have you seen me? I see you.

I love you.

#fen writes stuff #i didn't intend for this to become poetry #but that's what happened anyway #anyway the point still stands #if you like it #reblog it! #writing #writeblr

[sachsoup]

Is Aqua really a siscon?

First of all, we'd have to know what the meaning of siscon or sister complex is. According to Wikipedia, Sister complex (Japanese: シスターコンプレックス) is a state of strong attachment and obsession to sisters. It is commonly abbreviated as "siscon" (Japanese: シスコン), and in this case, it is also used for brothers and sisters who have a strong attachment and obsession to their sisters.

And now, let's look at how Aqua acts. He does kind of act like he's very strongly attached to his sister. But there's also another factor why he acts like that and it was the death of his mother, Ai. And also, by the way, Ruby is quite literally the only family Aqua has left. And with the presence of these two factors, it makes sense why he's strongly attached to his sister. He's attached to the point of crushing her dreams because he didn't want her ending up like Ai.

But there's another part to being a siscon, being obsessed. Is Aqua obsessed with Ruby? I don't think so, I think he's just obsessed with protecting her. I mean, as I've said, she's literally his only family left. He isn't obsessed with her really, he isn't fixated or anything like that at all.

But there are also other meanings of siscon that I've found but it was on Urban Dictionary.

I don't really think Aqua is this, when we're in more romantic panels between Aqua and a character. Those characters would either be Akane or Kana. I think he never once saw Ruby to be anything like that. Aqua probably just sees Ruby as his sister or anything familial.

So yeah, my conclusion is, Aqua is not a siscon. He's just some guy who wants to protect the only family he has left.

#character discussion #oshi no ko #oshi no ko spoilers #oshi no ko meta #aqua hoshino #aquamarine hoshino #hoshino aquamarine #hoshino aqua #ruby hoshino #hoshino ruby #discussions #dont deny it #i know im right #this thing i just made is probably the reason why aquruby (barf) would never be canon #aqua x ruby fucking sucks #literally kys #if you like it

[verathegun]

It never matters how many x reader tags I block

#like idc #If you like it #you do you boo #but jesus fucking christ #Can there be some kind of consistent tagging #So I can block effectively?

[cbk1000]

Does anyone want to tell me about the novels they're reading right now? I'm sorted for non-fiction for a bit, but I'm trying to figure out what I'm in the mood to read for fiction.

#books #if you like it #if you hate it #tell me about it #jenn reads

[calissarowan]

Tigers and Truces Sequel Announcement

Hello! As the title probably gave away, I’m making a sequel to my fic ‘Tigers and Truces’, set just after the Earth Fairies are freed, during episodes eighteen through twenty of season four.

The fic is called ‘Amazon and Allies’, and the premise is that the wizards are captured by Diana, and the Winx will have to stop Diana turning all of Earth into a jungle, which will lead to another team-up! Credit for the name goes to @devilheartsblog, who also came up with the idea of the wizards getting captured by Diana. Thank you so much for letting me use them!

The first chapter, ‘Fairies, Fights and Forests’ is on fanfiction.net now, and I’m writing the other chapters and will post them soon.

#winx club #wizards of the black circle #winx ogron #winx duman #winx gantlos #winx anagan #winx roxy #winx flora #winx bloom #winx stella #winx musa #winx tecna #winx aisha #winx diana #winx club fanfiction #winx fanfic #I’m so excited to be making a sequel! #If you like it #please leave a review! #Amazon and Allies

[potatomountain]

Prepare to be spammed over the next few days with reblogs of my fics. Pls also Reblog and give feedback! Once queue is empty, I will be posting Chapter 8 of "Case: It's You"

Fic mentioned

#ateez #please reblog my works #i really shouldnt have to ask but here i am #if you like it #please share #tyty #related to: ciy #related to: case its you #case its you

[crimsonandgoldthieves]

@oracleofrcses

:3c SURPRISE GIFT--

#<3 #surprise surprise its actually for you #if you like it #i can change it to yomi's theme but #sincce you liked my first sunflowers--

[geekgirls-secretstash]

If you like what I post please reblog my pics and links to my Fansly! It will really help with getting me started as a Content Creator and I would really appreciate it!! 😘😘😘

#Support swers #Support Content Creators #If you like it #share it

[respectthepetty]

oh maybe you should really watch LITA, for prapaisky 🤣

I have never watched a MAME series, so as much as I'm loving everyone's GIF(t)s and images, I'm sure if I actually watched the show, I'd feel a way about it.

I willingly accept a lot of questionable plots and actions from characters [I said nothing when Vegas was torturing Pete (KinnPorsche), when Mork was telling Pi he really did like him and not Muang Nan (Fish Upon the Sky), when Vee and Mark drunkenly slept together (Love Mechanics), when Ayan kept outing Akk every second of every day (The Eclipse), and very little when Puen LIED to Talay for over two years (Vice Versa)], but MAME hits differently. She sprinkles SA in her plots in a way that...I don't know, doesn't vibe with me.

Understand, I'm not judging at all. If people think it's good, then I'm Gucci. If people like it, I love it. I'm enjoying the images I'm seeing, and right now, without knowing much about the show, Prapai is king and if he ever cried in front of me like that, I'd ruin my life for that man. RUIN. MY. LIFE!

#love in the air #if you like it #I love it #Thanks for letting me watch the show without watching the show

[chronicallyadhdexmo]

when you’re reading a fic and suddenly they hit you with the song lyrics. love you besties but the secondhand embarrassment is too much for me.

#parker talks #this is really nothing against that #if you like it #lovely #just not for me

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Can I ask why you don’t like Jensen Ackles?

Well sure! So my abusive birth mother who I call The Garbage Pile, her fave show of all time was Supernatural, and Dean was her fave, she made me watch the show with her, she even had the fucking tattoo the boys have. I cannot really separate that show and by proxy the character and actor from her and all the horrible things I experienced with her. I see his stupid fucking face and I think of her and hear her thirsting after him in front of me in my head and I hate that.

Keep him in that remake with the mask firmly ON and we can talk.

#This is a supernatural hate account always #If YOU like it #Good for you #But could never be me #No shame to y'all tho #BHF asks #BHF Lore

[grapecaseschoices]

❝ you’re not gonna start marking your territory or something, are you ? ❞ or ❝ you smell like wet dog. ❞ said by alexis @ kendis

Who: Kendis & Alexis (who belongs to @pearlysgates); cameo of Ben who belongs to my friend Effie. When: as children & early TWC book one. Where: Crawford-Louel home in Montana & Alexis' place in Wayhaven. What: ❝ you smell like wet dog. ❞ | Just now, I felt like I wanted to be alone for a long time, in a folding chair on the lawn with all my private agonies, but then I saw you -- Ada Limon Warnings: foul-mouthed urchins, gendered cusswords.

Wordcount:  1361

Kendis skids to a sharp halt — rather impressive since she’s got soapsuds at her heels and she’s eight, coming off a growth spurt of all awkward limbs insinuating that she might overshadow her parents, and even Ben, in height. For a brief moment, she doesn’t say anything one couldn’t be blamed for thinking that it was something else that grabbed her attention. It was something else besides the snide comment from the sullen girl standing at her doorway that has got her standing stiller than a rabbit sensing a predator. After all, Kendis is so impulsive and mercury-al (mercurial). Always too present and not at all. Or so, she’s heard adults define her when her attention seems to have flitted five paces beyond where they claim she should be. Kendis has heard this in particular from Alexis’ — sullen girl — nannies. They don’t like her. And they don’t like coming with Alexis to visit her home. Always too observant and far too nacholance (nonchalant) for someone coming off of seven onto eight. She looks to her right. And then looks to her left. She looks behind her. Then she looks to the floor. She looks everywhere but at Alexis and her latest nanny. As she looks the sounds grow closer and louder — the sounds of dogs yapping and barking. As she looks she feels the growing intensity of Alexis’ gaze and the sullen girl’s nanny’s growing discomfort at standing at the doorway of a house with only a wet, smelly urchin to invite them in.

Finally. Finally, when the pause has grown dramatic enough and when the loudness of the dogs grow loudly enough — or, more accurately, Kendis’ patience burns like dynamite — smug dark brown eyes meet suspicious hunter green eyes, and Kendis leans forward to state, “No, shit. Ya dumb cunt. We’re washin’ the dogs back there.” The adult gasps. Alexis blinks. “Why — Why I never — Rebecca had stated —” The nanny stops when an unholy curious gaze is turned toward her as Kendis waits with bated breath to know what just Rebecca had stated. It’s a little-known secret that Alexis’ mom only liked her, and her family, slightly better than Alexis did. And maybe slightly less than some of the nannies (who needed that many nannies?). For some reason — something about loyalty and nostalgia and Alexis’ dad and Kendis’ dad and old men friendship and death; Ben had tried to explain it once but Ben was a History major and … yeah — Rebecca kept sending Alexis over to their place despite that. So, Kendis had learned to wear Rebecca’s disdain like merit badges. So, she waited. Her attention only momentarily distracted by the smile Alexis was fighting to hide. Correction. Her attention was fully distracted by the smile Alexis was fighting to hide. Kendis’ wide eyes caught the tell-tale twitch and found her own lips twitching upward in surprised delight. She can’t remember the last time she saw Alexis smile. She didn’t think Alexis knew how. It was pretty, Kendis decided. And she liked it. She liked it so much she actually felt regret when Alexis began to scowl under the force of her attention. Regret and — maybe a bit of shame. (‘Come back!’ She wanted to say. And she almost did, as she took a quick step forward that forced Alexis to take a startled step back. ‘Don’t go away. I’m sorry’) Kendis hated regret, and she hated shame even more. At eight she was far too familiar with those feelings and they prickled hotly under her skin under the familiar weight of Alexis’ blank expression. The little girls proceeded to stare at each other. The tension blessedly broken almost immediately after it set. “You gonna stand there like a dead stump or you gonna stop letting the cold in and invite our guests where it’s warm?” Ben asked as he set the puppy in Kendis’ hands. “Dad’s asking for you. Finish up showing Alexis and her —” Ben’s eyes were different from Kendis’, thanks to them being half siblings, and his shade of lighter brown eyes were haunted in a way that his youngest sister didn’t understand, but there was no mistaking their relation in the steady way he scanned the other guest. “Friend.” He finished. “Babysitter.” Kendis corrected helpfully. Ben proceeded to shove his sister’s head lightly and garner a snicker from Alexis’, which in turn caused Ben to shoot her a ghost of a smile. And Kendis to turn into the sullen one. “Finish up showing them inside and then go wash up. You smell like a wet dog.” “That’s what I said.” Alexis pointed out in a long-suffering tone. Somehow her smug monotone managed to drown out Kendis’ squawk of protest. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kendis was perfectly capable of catching the towel Alexis had thrown at them. In fact, they would’ve been long before turning into a werewolf — the agility garnered from sports and being the youngest of four in the hills of Montana — but now they were doubly so. Nevertheless, she let the fluffy material catch her face for the pleasure of hearing Alex’s’ exasperated yet fond huff of a laugh. They pouted dramatically as the towel slid off of their nose and chin and landed into their hands as they fluttered their long lashes against their wide dark eyes; a perfect counter to the way Alexis was rolling her own eyes. “Weelllll,” Kendis sing-songed. “I’m wet. An’ I’m a dog. Soooooo.” “You’re not a dog.” “You just said —” “You’re definitely a bitch, but you’re not a dog.” “Well, that’s just better.” Alexis’ nostrils flared as she turned her head. Kendis didn’t need to see their friend’s face to know that she was biting back a smile. They were winning this ‘argument’ before it even began. “Wash up before you stink up my place.” “Ma’am, yes, ma’am!” Kendis smugly sauntered their way to Alex’s shower as their sensitive ears picked up her mutterings: “You really are such a bitch, Kendis.” --- Kendis waited patiently, or as patiently as she could, as Alex squeeze dried their hair. She gently went through each corded section. They tolerated the light brushes of Alexis’ fingers against the back of their neck, across their forehead. The soft thumb against their cheek. They were less of a fan of touch than Alexis was a fan of smiles. But when being a detective got busy, or Alexis had to go away to the city, when she stumbled bleary eyed into Kendis’ apartment, she always made the effort to at least huff out a laugh at Kendis’ flippant comments. When hospital rotations kept Kendis from seeing the light of the sun for three days straight or supernatural “business” called them away, they always made the effort to put up with Alexis’ need to physically reassure herself that Kendis was still breathing. That’s the way their relationship worked. It’s been that way since Alexis found Kendis stumbling and bleeding from what they would both later discover was a werewolf bite, oh, just about several years ago. It was how they had become a friendship in the years after Alexis’ fiancee had passed away. It would continue on the same way until they both died. Once she was satisfied that the dark coils weren’t going to further drip water onto her carpet, or that Kendis wouldn’t get pneumonia from a wet and cold head (“I don’t think werewolves can ca—” “Shut up, Kendis.” “You’re just mad that my points’re valid. Just sayin’.”), they let Alexis wrangle them to a seated position between the woman’s legs on the floor. They kept a steady stream of nonsensical chatter as she steadily lined and greased their hair. Alexis answered only when necessary. She answered enough to keep Kendis satisfied. Though, in truth, her silences kept Kendis satisfied as well; in recent years the young wolf had learned to read between the lines in a way that would’ve escaped them in a way when the two were much younger. And eventually Kendis’ stream of curiosities and giggles petered out to sit comfortably with Alexis’ quiet.

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