#hes addicted to wearing boxers longer than his shorts this is crazy

[sapybara]

DREAMNAPPIES SPOTTED ‼️‼️‼️

[vs-redemption]

So Nacht and Finral have become my comfort characters and Langris has worm his way into my heart. Can you do general headcanons for the three of them, please?

From Cindy: Thanks for the request! I had a lot of fun thinking of ideas for this one, especially Langris. I didn’t include Nacht this time because I’m not caught up with the manga and don’t know anything about him. I’m very sorry about that! My new year’s resolution is to catch up with Black Clover though, so hopefully I’ll be better prepared next time.

Finral Roulacase

Finral prefers boxers over briefs.

Finral has issues with self-esteem, so it takes him way longer than it should to get ready in the morning.

He’ll try on multiple outfits that are basically the same but drive himself into a panic over which one to wear. Poor bby.

Finral thinks boy bands and idol groups are so cool. He doesn’t think he’d ever be attractive or talented enough to do something like that, but he envies their confidence and the attention they get from fans.

Finral taught himself to perfectly prepare about 3 or 4 recipes as a way to impress girls.

He really wants to cook for the Black Bulls to get their feedback but is worried about getting made fun of or falling short of expectations set by Charmy’s amazing cooking.

Finral’s favorite season in fall. Seeing the warm autumn colors and crunching leaves under his feet as he walks outside is very therapeutic for him.

He also enjoys imagining cheesy scenarios where the chilly weather gives him an excuse to wrap his arms around a beautiful lady to keep her warm.

Finral wanted to be a safari ranger when he was little.

 Langris Vaude

Langris prefers briefs over boxers.

He hates tomatoes. Like, he thinks they are disgusting.

RIP to the person who serves him a B.L.T sandwich without removing the ‘T’. Seriously, Langris will have a conniption.

Langris likes singing and he’s actually really good at it too.

Of course, he’d rather die than have anyone find that out. If you walk by when he thinks nobody else is around though, you just might hear him humming or singing to himself.

Speaking of things he doesn’t want anyone to know about, Langris is addicted to reading young adult novels. He especially loves anything to do with Vampires.

He isn’t really a romantic person, but he likes the concept of something so dangerous struggling with the conflicting urges to both protect and destroy something fragile that it loves.

He knows that more often than not the stories have happy endings, but just the possibility that it could go the opposite way keeps him on the edge of his seat.

It drives Langris crazy when items in cupboards or on shelves are not all facing the same way.

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

The Baddest Machine Gun Kelly X Reader

Word Count: 1,475

Kells POV...

I'm the last thing you want in your life, you keep expecting me to disappoint you, to leave but I am here to stay. You own me it's simple as that.

You are fire I want you to burn me. Like a moth to a flame I cannot resist.

You are broken, a puzzle that was missing a few pieces. Maybe I will carve my own pieces to complete you.

They told me you would be my ruin.

I will let you ruin me….

Machine Gun Kelly told himself he was incapable of love. Fame and fortune gave him everything he wanted even one night stands with upscale pricey hookers. Money can buy sex but it can't buy love, it can't fill the void in his life.

Kells has anger issues, drinks like a fish and does every drug imaginable. Quite a few of his drunken fights never missed the eyes of TMZ. He viewed the world as dark grey helpless as a lump of rock.

When you walk into Kells life like a runway fashion model, he would fall hard and he would fall fast. You were chaotic and beautiful a storm following behind you, your love was a poison. Loving him is just as deadly, you were addicted to his sex like a drug. You couldn't get enough of each other, if you were to O.D this would be the way to do it.

Kells backed you against a wall the heat from his body warms your semi nakedness you could feel the fire transfer to your core. It jumps with a need and a thirst only this beast of a man could fill.

He knew how wrong it was it was so damn wrong but he couldn't find an ounce of fiber in his body to fight or disagree with the action.

His cologne dulled your senses, your breath comes out short from the depths of your soul and your brain stopped thinking. His ocean blue eyes tentatively fixed on yours, it felt like your body was about to be blown into oblivion. You needed his lips to claim yours.

"You run from me so many times yet you crave me with every breath you take." Kells pulled away breathlessly from the kiss lust and desire eminent in his eyes. "I have made you a woman, I can make you my slut, make you wet with need, your body is mine and only mine."

He ran his hand down your erect nipple and down to the to the one place where he knew he could prove you right. You were already so wet where you stood a puddle already had started. The deep notes in his voice sent shivers down your spine and not the bad kind. You couldn't deny the fact that he was attractive despite looking like someone who could ruin you.

Your intoxicating looks drew him in there was no denying that you could easily ruin him as well.

Neither of you had strayed from your current spot. There was an L shaped granite countertop with tall leather bar stools around it. An island that had a sink and a mini fridge just behind it. Two wall length sliding doors were on the other side across from where you were revealing a big back yard with a pool and Jacuzzi already occupied by half naked bodies.

You couldn't lie his never ending tattoos made him a lot more attractive in your eyes. You eyed every inch of his skin trailing your fingers over the different patterns. Your breathing hitched as you both stared at each other in the dark it was if time stood still allowing you time to take each other in.

Kells didn't know was it because you were a gorgeous woman or because he was desperate to feel loved, at least by someone? No it was because you made him feel something again! To be fair though he had his demons and you had yours and somehow that drew you both to one another. Fight it he tried but it was useless whatever bond you two seemed to have was just too damn strong.

Kells POV…..

I couldn't quit you you were already in my veins and it was too late for me to get over it, to get over you. I was already too late your poison was in my veins.

Your POV….

I bit your lip as Kells glanced over at me gauging my reaction as he smiled at me. All I could do was smile back you my head to filled up with shit to form actual words to say. And by "shit" meaning all the dirty thoughts my not so sober mind came up with on the spot.

Kells POV….

I kept my eyes trained on yours taking a puff of a joint. Smoke seeping out from my nose trying to hold on the rest.

"C'mere"

Pulling your face close to mine you could tell in my eyes just what the fuck I was going to do. I blew the smoke out of my mouth into yours giving you a shotgun kiss.

Your POV….

You could tell his eyes had turned a darker blue making you feel shit no other man had before. His voice becoming much deeper.

"Babygirl your going to have fun tonight I promise you that."

Despite the front I put up acting as I could ruin you dissolved to ash. I lost all nerve all the thoughts clouding my brain. "I think I would rather be drunk at least." I stated trying to half joke.

"I want you to remember this moment not forget it."

The sensual undertone of his voice causing me to bite my lip. "Maybe I want to forget."

"Trust me babygirl-your not wanna gonna forget this."

Your lips met mine as you began stripping me of clothing. "Your not gonna want to forget me."  My heart rate sped up a bit from the feeling of your lips against mine. The high was way better than any booze or any drugs-absolutely anything.

God-fucking damnit I could no longer hide the fact how badly I wanted this, how badly I wanted you.

Kells kisses were deep and fluid he knew the right motions to drive you crazy, to make you want him more. His hands traveled down your legs grabbing your ass, workout hesitation you wrapped both of your legs around his waist. Your hands found themselves in his hair tugging as you continued kissing. Making his way to the spare bedroom he dropped you both down below on the silk sheets beneath.

His hands roamed your body tugging at the waist band of your jeans. So much was going on his tongue dominating yours, his hands in a steady grip of your body for dear life. The way his lips moved fluidly with yours, his hands traveling the curves of your almost naked body beneath him. All this made your need for him much greater. The feel of his wet lips traveling down your chest has you near breathless.

Kells hands traveled slowly up your waist, both of you panted breathlessly locking eyes heightening everyone of your senses. There was a look in his eyes that was a mixture of heated and amused. Running a hand up your back he unclapsed your bra with one hand effortlessly. Now he was just showing off "dick" you muttered under your breath with a smirk. "I am what I have" you were fighting a losing battle he had you right where he wanted you.

He was experienced he knew what you liked and you didn't even have to tell him. There was an unspoken connection between you both. Hell you wanted to moan make any kind of noise because of what he was doing to you. He smirked against your flush skin as your hands reached their destination his crotch. Him wearing boxer briefs knowing with 99.9% certainty it would further add to the teasing no doubt thinking he would crack.

You sighed against the crook of his neck "then use it instead of being it." Kells groaned and chuckled in the same breath, breaking away long enough to make eye contact. You were damn near going crazy with each other "oh trust me babygirl-I will."

The next morning all you could think of was how you would face this sexy ass man that ruined you with his dick. Slipping one of his t-shirts on your body the scent of weed and cologne filling your senses. He grabbed your wrist pulling you to him his lips on yours. The kiss was simple but deep catching you off guard. "Damn your a badass". You smiled as he pulled away his nose touching yours. The next words he spoke making you ache inside and out, "my badass."

Credit to owner on gif

[cuddleswithphan]

The Glue Fic - Phanfic

Exactly what it sounds like. | smut | disclaimer: this is all in good fun and just a crazy idea i came up with. please don’t take this seriously.

Dan couldn’t help but be curious.

He had heard Phil recording this video in his bedroom, but hadn’t actually seen him make the glitter-filled and sticky mess that was his new ball of slime. Wonder how much Phil is gonna fuck this up. He thought, but with a sense of fondness even in his mind.

He began watching the video, with his laptop propped up by his legs in his normal sitting position. The video began just like any other AmazingPhil video, but something at around a minute and fourteen seconds caught his attention. He felt as though Phil was speaking directly to him, despite it being something that millions of people could see.

“I always had a dream of when I became an adult just buying some of this and just covering my body in it and slowly peeling it off. Is that weird? I might do that later...after I film this video”.

Holy shit.

Dan paused and rewound the video just to be sure that he heard that right. Surely enough, he did.

Because of the longevity of their relationship, Dan and Phil had dabbled a bit into the kinky side of sex. Not to say that having normal sex with Phil wasn’t amazing, because dear god it was. Sometimes Dan finds himself staring off into space, recounting the noises he made the previous night before snapping back into reality with the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. If they were going to stay together forever - and that was their intention by all means - it was good for them to change things up sometimes.

This is what prompted Dan’s idea.

It didn’t take long for him to put his shoes on and go to a local store that sells craft supplies. He bought seven containers of school glue, earning a suspicious look from the cashier. Once he got home, he was relieved to discover that his boyfriend was sitting on the couch, headphones plugged in and completely zoned out on a Youtube video.

He dug around in the drawers beside Phil’s Youtube set, also known as his “bedroom”. Once he found the remaining glitter, he had his plan all set up for him. Now to bait his lover.

“I liked your new video, love.” Dan began, plopping himself on the sofa beside the other man. Phil took an earbud out. “Huh? Oh. Thanks, Bear.” He decided to set his laptop down for a moment to allow Dan to lay across his lap. The younger man’s head was now resting on the armrest of their old, puffy sofa. Phil was playing with the former’s curls.

“What you thinking about?” He questioned.

Dan smirked playfully.

“I figured we could try something different tonight. That is, if you’re up for it.”

Phil chuckled. “You know I always am.”

“I get to take control tonight.”

“Deal.”

Dan raised his eyebrows. “I’m surprised you agreed so quickly.”

Phil shrugged. “You seem to have a plan, so I’ll just go with the plan. I’m intrigued.”

“Good. You should be.”

The pair of them decided on a quick dinner of pasta, all while making flirtatious remarks at each other the entire time they cooked and ate their food.

For some reason, Phil felt nervous. He didn’t know what Dan had planned, and he certainly wasn’t used to being the submissive. His boyfriend, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He could hardly contain his grin as he led Phil to the bathroom.

“Shower sex?” Phil asked.

“Nope. Even better. Do I have your consent?”

Phil glanced over at the shower before turning to Dan. “You do indeed.”

“Let’s not waste any more time, then.”

They kissed softly, Dan placing his hand on the back of Phil’s head. The anticipation of this new kind of sex was enough to get them going much faster. Before either of them realized, Dan had Phil pressed up against the shower wall, peppering the other man with neck kisses. Their kisses turned hungrier, and the younger man began unbuttoning the older man’s shirt. Phil met him halfway down the fabric with his own fingers and yanked the material off of his shoulders.

Dan let one of his hands fall in the direction of Phil’s crotch, squeezing the jean material over it gently. His boyfriend let out a quiet whine. “Juftst… take them owff…” Phil struggled to speak against Dan’s mouth. Hesitantly, Dan did as Phil told him. So much for the dominant part of this.

Phil was already half hard underneath his boxers. “Here, let me give you some help.” Dan whispered. He began to peel away at the material on his boyfriend’s waist, painstakingly so that Phil rolled his eyes in annoyance. “This isn’t fair.” He commented. “You’re still fully clothed.” “Not for long.” Dan whispered, finally removing the final article of clothing from his lover’s body. His eyes fell upon Phil’s recently exposed member. “Delicious.” He whispered. Phil chuckled. “You did not just call my dick ‘delicious.” “I did indeed.”

“You know, being someone about to suck my dick, you don’t look very dominant to me.” Dan laughed. “Just you wait, love.” Without another word, he placed his lips around his boyfriend’s cock, swirling his tongue around its circumference and closing his eyes. Phil let out a deep moan, curling his fingers and trying to find some leverage on the shower wall, to no avail of course. Dan continued to suck and Phil continued to moan, all the while not able to comprehend how this was going to get better somehow. “Dan, if you don’t stop right now…I’m gonna...do something far too early.” Phil breathed, all the while being interrupted by his own short gasps.

Suddenly, he no longer felt Dan’s presence around his member. He opened his eyes to discover that Dan was standing up. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Dan left the room, leaving Phil sexually frustrated, cold, and slightly angry. His voice cracked when he tried to call his lover’s name. No response. If this was some kind of sick joke, he was not laughing.

He was startled when he finally saw the younger man enter the bathroom once again. Dan was wearing nothing but his boxers, and he was holding a large plastic container of some sort, a paintbrush and a vial of red glitter. Inside was nothing other than the glue he bought earlier, emptied out into the container in a large pool.

Phil finally understood.

“Oh my God.”

“Do I still have your consent for this, love?”

Phil nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”

Dan kissed him softly, their lips just barely brushing together. Dipping the paintbrush in the glue, he began to paint his boyfriend’s arm gently. Phil felt the hair on his other arm stand up as he watched the other man paint him like he was a masterpiece. Dan looked beautiful in this moment; he had his adorable face of concentration mixed with a soft smile. Once his arm was painted, Dan grabbed the small vial of glitter and sprinkled a few pieces into the glue.

He continued to do this same process until both of Phil’s arms, thighs, shoulders, and collar bones were painted. All the while, the subject watched in amazement as the other man carefully worked around his body hair. This was not to be a painful experience.

Dan placed the bucket of glue on the floor, returning his attention to his lover’s right arm. The glue had dried by that point, and he was relieved. He carefully pulled a small section of the glue strip off of Phil’s skin with his fingers, proceeding to take the corner between his teeth and pull it away slowly. The older man sighed. “You looked so good doing that.” He murmured.

Next was the right shoulder, and again came the slow and gentle motion. It was almost an addicting sensation for both of them. Phil didn’t want Dan to stop, but Dan had no plan in stopping. Once the strip of glue was revealed, Dan let it drop to the shower floor and began kissing the other man’s neck, interchanging the kisses with short licks. Phil felt the blood begin to rush to his lower reaches once more as he let out gasps and sighs. He noticed that Dan’s member was poking out through his boxers. Apparently he was enjoying this just as much.

“Fuck, Dan.” Phil grunted. A muffled moan was his only response.

Phil’s mind was spinning as he tried to figure out how he could pleasure Dan in the way Dan was pleasuring him. He slowly placed a hand over the younger man’s boxers, squeezing firmly. “Ah, shit.” Dan moaned. “I’ll just take them off, then. Almost forgot these were on.” Phil laughed fondly at his boyfriend’s lack of self awareness.

Once the silky material was on the floor, Phil began rotating and pumping Dan’s cock, eliciting sharp cries from the latter. In between those cries, Dan was continuing to peel the strips of glue off of Phil’s body with his teeth. They both had to hold on to each other’s backs to prevent from arching their own in pleasure.

Phil stopped to allow Dan to attend to his thighs. The glue had caught on to a few hairs on his legs, so precision was necessary for this. The peeling sensation on his thighs felt better than anywhere else on his body, and Phil knew he was close. He reached behind him to turn on the shower, allowing the hot spray to cascade over their own heat.

Now that the glue was all off of him, he decided he had had enough with being the submissive one. He pressed Dan against the wall with a force he didn’t know he had. Their lips collided passionately as they attacked each other’s mouths. They soon began to get each other off again, not bothering to prepare each other for traditional sex. They both knew this wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Close.” Dan muttered in between kisses.

“Same here.” Phil replied amongst another gasp. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Hearing the way Phil told him that made Dan realize that this was the best idea he had ever had.

“Phil, I’m gonna…”

His lover let out a loud grunt in response.

Their climaxes came at the same time, their release rushing down the drain with the glue and the water. They both took a moment to regain composure. Phil continued to hold Dan against the wall, pressing their foreheads together as their breathing slowed. “Holy fuck.” Phil whispered, resulting in both of them giggling underneath the spray. They let the water clean them up as they caught their breath, eventually turning off the water and drying themselves off with towels.

Stumbling into their bedroom, they both pulled on clean pairs of boxers before Dan pulled the sheets down on their mattress. Climbing into bed together, Phil wrapped his arms around Dan as they lay there in silence for a while.

“That was…the single best idea you have ever had, Daniel James.”

“Thank you very much, Phil. I’m quite proud of myself now.”

“You should be. Holy shit. That was like, the hottest sex we’ve had in a long time.”

“A good bonus is the fact that we didn’t wreck the moon bed.” Dan joked.

“Yes.” Phil chuckled. “That’s always important. However, I’m pretty sure the bathroom is the biggest mess it will ever be.”

“Meh. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure we can handle it tomorrow morning. Now all I want to do is sleep.”

His boyfriend replied with a yawn. “Same.”

Just as Phil was about to close his eyes, he noticed something over by the dresser. “Bear, is that more glue over there on the dresser?”

“Mhm. I bought like, seven bottles. I didn’t know how much I’d need.”

“You kinky little shit.”

“Don’t blame me, Philly.”

“Ey, what does that mean?”

“Nothing.” Dan teased, turning to face his boyfriend. “I love you.”

Phil pressed a soft and lingering kiss to Dan’s lips. “I love you, too.”

It was quiet in the room for a while until Phil spoke one final time.

“Maybe we could use the excess to make more slime videos.”

[thejadehermit]

Little Angels by Sophiacharlotte

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12529560/1/Little-Angels Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXxxx Deploying was the worst. In more ways than one for Daryl. Watching the guys (and two girls) in his unit, with long faces as their families circled around them, fluttering in worry, and sorrow. Trying to be brace and hold back tears, gave the family members a creepy fake vibe, that always creeped Daryl out. That is if he had any family. He had made a mandatory appearance at the party on base. No one really wanted to be there, no one really wanted to spend any part of the last few moments home at some stuffy afternoon barbecue. , but he went, because it was expected, and as soon as he was able he hightailed it out of there. If Merle was alive he probably would have been there. Hell free booze and barbecue, Merle would have been all over that, but he was gone now. In the taken by the addiction that had taken hold of merle's life when he had been injured ironically in the service. Honourably discharged Merle's life had spiralled, addiction to pain killers had grown into more, the gateway to a major drug addiction that had taken his life. Daryl was alone, the only family he had the members of his unit. It was better that way, no one to worry while he was gone. No one to care if he didn't make it back. This was going to be a long deployment. Longer than most, 18 months. He could understand why the guys had long faces. With a sigh he headed out, wanting a drink before he made it to sleep tonight. Heading to a local watering hole. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx The Rusty Star was a bar, that was off base, but close by, it was where most of the forces got from the base hung out. As well as a nearby navy base. That had caused some good natured rivalries, but mainly just facing off against each other at pool or darts. The camaraderie was still there. Daryl entered, not surprised that the place was almost deserted. Most of the patrons were probably at the barbecue being held in their honour. He sat at a table he liked to think of as his, and watched as a waitress came from the back, spotted him, and picked up her order pad, heading towards him with a smile. She was new. He'd never seen her before. The Rusty Stars uniform consisted of short denim shorts and tight t shirts. The owners weren't idiots they knew most of their customers were men. She pulled off the uniform better than most though. Long legs, graced her petite frame. She had curves that put the other waitresses to shame. He noticed she had on a pair of sensible flats, her legs didn't need any help from the shoes. She had a short pixie cut, with a shock of red curly hair, and a delicate neck. He glanced down at her name tag to see what her name was; Carol. She came up with a sweet grin, not the outright flirty fake sexy stares the other waitresses tried to lay on thick for tips. He found himself surprised at the way a spark of heat was flaring in his gut. This wasn't the type of girl he usually went for. He went for quick and easy drunken hook ups. "What can I get you soldier?" Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx She'd spent most of the evening sitting with him. Laughing and teasing him. Watching with a smirk as he would flush brightly at her teasing. Fucking hell he was tied up in knots at this girl and of course he was leaving tomorrow. She just ended a relationship. She was twenty eight. Friends with one of the waitresses who helped her get this job. She was going back to school in the fall. When it was time for her to close up, he wasn't even buzzed, he'd had a total of three beers over a couple of hours. She'd been so easy to talk to, he'd forgotten about drinking. He offered to walk her home when he found out that she was renting a room at a local motel that gave summer rates to students. She invited him in. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "This is crazy." She whispered, he had her backed up against a wall. His lips firmly on her neck her legs wrapped around him. He wasn't even sure how they got here, but he needed her. He set her down for a minute to whip off his t shirt, he needed to catch up she was only in her shorts he'd already helped her remove her t shirt and bra. "You want me to stop?" He asked. Please no, don't let her want to stop. He would die if she wanted to stop. She moaned, threading her fingers through his hair. "God no, don't you dare stop. It's crazy to do this against a wall when there is a bed right there." He grinned and picked her up. Lying her on the bed, kneeling between her legs and popping the button on those damn shorts that where driving him insane all night. Peeling them down her legs along with a bright red thong. Fucking hell, she was as hot as hell. He groaned as he lowered his head between her legs. His mouth sucking lightly on her clit before he went to work with his tongue. She was rocking her hips, moaning loudly, one hand clenched in the sheet, one hand in his hair. Pulling softly, it was spurring him on, making him crazy. He damn near wanted to tell her to pull harder. She came suddenly, her whole body arching up tightly like a bow, and she cried out. He shed his pants and boxers before she had caught her breath, but she stilled grabbed his hand. "Inside me...now." She muttered. "Yes ma'am" he said with a smirk. Pushing himself into her. It should have been hard and fast. He should have pounded into her, like he'd been planning. But somehow when he got inside of her, he couldn't go fast. He needed this to last, and he wasn't sure why. Sex had never been intimate for him. He was pretty sure that this was though. Long slow stokes, while they maintained a breathless eye contact. He couldn't help himself but to touch her face in awe. He wanted to worship her body all night long. "Fuck" he muttered as she came again And he followed her over the edge. "What have you done to me Carol?" Afterward she was drowsy, he knew she was exhausted. She snuggled into his shoulder, and gave him a tender kiss right above his heart. "Stay safe when you're gone..." she murmured "stay safe." Then promptly fell asleep. He felt his heart painfully clench in his chest. She was the first woman he'd ever felt this connection too. It was scary. Scarier than what he would face the next 18 months. He slipped out of bed standing there watching her, brushing her hair out of her face tenderly. Wanting to wake her. He slipped out the door without even knowing her last name. It was better this way, or so he thought. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 12 months later Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A year in this godforsaken hell whole and he still had not become accustomed to this dry stifling heat. It was unrelenting, no breaks from it at night, it seemed to dry out his skin and every mucous membrane. Dry eyes, a dry nose, a dry mouth and suffocating heat. He had a private bunk thankfully. Daryl was sure his restless sleeping pattern would have done in even the most patient of bunk mates. His thoughts turned to as they so often did, Carol, the waitress from The Rusty Star. He wondered where she was, how she was doing if she ever thought of him, the way he thought of her. He thought about her, all the time. Reliving that night. Wondering if he made a mistake not finding out her last name. Not giving her his. He sighed it was for the best. He told himself that over and over. He sighed flipping on his laptop. Might as well go over the mission for tomorrow. He noticed he had a notification of a message on Facebook. He never used Facebook, he'd mainly created a profile, to get notifications on the recreational baseball league he was in with some of his unit. He hated baseball but the guys had asked so he'd joined. It was two am, and he had nothing better to do, so he checked the message. It was from Rick Grimes. His best friend from high school, they had lost touch. Rick had heard about Merle's death and that Daryl was deployed and offered his support. It was nice if him. He sent him back a quick message saying thank you, and that he was agreeable to visiting when he was back in the states. Curious, he opened Facebook. Looking through Rick's friends, he found himself creeping through the profiles of friends from high school curious about where they were now. Michonne, Rick's second wife, had a friend who looked familiar. When he looked at her picture more closely he recognized her as Andrea. One of the waitresses at The Rusty Star. It overtook him then. He was totally snooping but he started looking through Andrea's massive list of friends and her pictures when he saw her. Carol Miller. It was Carol, his Carol. His heart was thumping in his chest as he clicked on her name, but she had her profile set to private, but that wasn't what was setting his heart at an irregular rhythm. It was her profile picture. A picture of her and Andrea and a few other women obviously at some kind of baby shower for a heavily pregnant Carol. It was also her wall picture of twin girls. A fanciful sign in the back said three months old. They were wearing onesies that said Mommy's Little Angels. He was pretty sure he was looking at a picture of his daughters.