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livingdeadblondequeen · 10 days ago

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Tangled Hearts Pt 1

Pairing: Jenneel x Reader

Summary: Jensen and Danneel meets one of their favorite actresses who is also a fan. What happens when sparks fly?

Rated Mature/Explicit: there be smut ahead!

Tags: Threesome, explicit sexual content,

AN: This is a work of fiction. I mean no disrespect to the actors or their families. Best to think that I am writing an alternate reality version of them and events (Some of this is to myself so that I can alter timelines a little.) It starts in 2014.

I try to keep the Y/N’s appearance as neutral as possible. However, I will have mentions of the Y/N looking up at Danneel, so I do have her as shorter. I just don’t state how much of a difference.

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A wave of cool air hit Y/N right in the face as she and her fellow The Walking Dead co-stars returned to their hotel after a late dinner. San Diego Comic-Con remained a whirlwind of excitement, and Y/N was still buzzing from the event's electrifying energy. The fans' unwavering enthusiasm for the show, and especially for her character, was a constant source of amazement. A few devoted fans had approached them outside, their voices filled with praise and excited questions, causing her and Norman to be the last ones of their group to make it inside. The continued love for the show, a testament to its enduring quality, was a comforting warmth against the cool night air.

The two of them caught up with the others and headed to the hotel bar for some drinks. Y/N noticed Lauren had broken off from them and was now off to the side with a man and a woman. She thought they were fans for a second, but once Y/N got a better look, her breath caught. Lauren was talking to Jensen and Danneel Ackles.

Jensen’s classically handsome features and intense gaze created a compelling aura. His confidence was readily apparent, yet he projected an easygoing charm that invited interaction. A playful spark in his eyes and a slow, knowing smile suggested a man capable of captivating a room without speaking. His casual attire, a button-down shirt worn over a t-shirt, did not obscure the breadth of his shoulders or the strength of his arms.

Danneel, who was beside him, was even more strikingly beautiful than Y/N had thought. Her green sundress flattered her beautiful body but did not outshine the remarkable beauty of her face. Her auburn hair, framing her warm, mischievous brown eyes, seemed to hold countless stories, stories that deeply intrigued Y/N. Y/N had long admired, and perhaps even been infatuated with, the couple.

Despite the distance, the warmth of their mutual smiles was evident, a silent acknowledgment of shared acquaintance and industry camaraderie. Y/N considered interrupting the trio to introduce herself. She would meet Jensen tomorrow before a panel they were both a part of, but she liked the idea of something more personal. She had just made up her mind when Lauren looked over, and their eyes met. Her friend’s smile brightened before she motioned for her to join them. Once she was close, Lauren spoke. "Y/N, I’d love for you to meet some friends of mine. Jensen and Danneel."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," Jensen said, extending his hand to her. "Dee and I are big fans of yours."

Y/N had been a core part of "The Walking Dead" since its inception, portraying Rick Grimes' sister. Her character's journey was one of immense change and growth, from the naive woman at the start of the apocalypse to the hardened survivor she became. Her ability to depict this transformation added significant depth and emotional resonance to the show, solidifying her as a beloved figure.

"Thank you. I'm a fan of yours, too," she replied, feeling the thrill of mutual respect. A warmth spread through her palm, a subtle heat that lingered even after Jensen released her hand. Conversations like these were the quiet joys in an actress's life, especially when they came from fellow actors she admired.

"Your performance and what you bring to your character has just been great to watch. Not to mention she is a badass," Danneel chimed in, her voice carrying genuine sincerity. Her lips quirked, and her eyes held a playful glint. “A beautiful badass at that.”

Y/N blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected praise before preening a little. She couldn’t help it when hearing the compliment from such a gorgeous woman, especially given the complex dynamic of her character's relationship to Rick.

“It’s true,” Jensen added. “Dee never comes with me to Comic Con, but when she saw that we were both going to be on the Fan Favorites Panel, and that she'd have the chance to meet the woman who brought one of her favorite characters to life, she jumped at the chance to come with me.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at the blush blossoming across Danneel’s cheeks. “That is sweet of you.”

“And thanks to us running into each other on our way in for a drink, you didn’t even have to wait until tomorrow,” Lauren commented with a laugh.

”Speaking of which, I am sure your friends are waiting on you, so we won’t keep you.” Jensen stated as he nodded to where the rest of their castmates had disappeared.

Y/N felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of ending the conversation with the couple and was about to suggest they meet up the next day if their busy schedules allowed when Lauren spoke up. “Why don’t you join us? Some of us weren’t ready to wrap up the night and figured some drinks after a day of traveling would help.”

“Oh, are you sure?” Danneel asked. “We don’t want to impose.”

“Yes!” Y/N answered, cringing at how quickly she responded. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “I mean, yes, you should join us. The others won’t mind a bit.”

Jensen and Danneel nodded before Jensen motioned for the two women in front of them to lead the way. “Ladies.”

Y/N and Lauren headed into the bar and back to the set of tables that the cast had taken over. They looked up in greeting, and Lauren quickly introduced their guests. The waitress took their drink orders as they took their seats. Y/N was surprised when Danneel took the seat next to her instead of Lauren, but she guessed she shouldn’t be since Jensen was the one who worked with Lauren

The chatter in the group quickly started up again, including Jensen and Danneel, with little effort, talking about common people they worked with in the past that they had in common, though it wasn’t long before Y/N found herself mostly talking to the couple.

Y/N noticed a text coming in from Norman, which should have been odd since he was only a few seats down, but knowing Norman, it wasn’t. She glanced down at him, not surprised to see him looking at her. She excused herself from talking to Jensen and Danneel about a band that the three were all fans of and opened the Lock Screen on her phone.

N: Looks like you have some new admirers

Y/N: lol, yeah, I wish

N: Like they want to either worship the ground you walk on or just worship you.

Y/N: Oh fuck off.

N: 😍<-J & D looking at you

Y/N scoffed a little as she put her phone back down and returned to her conversation with a smile.

Time passed quickly as they talked, and her castmates disappeared from their seats as they called it a night until only Y/N, Danneel, and Jensen remained. While Lauren and others sitting near them had been active participants in their discussion, that had dwindled to just the three of them over the last hour. The Ackles told Y/N about their little girl Justice, who was a few months past her first birthday, whereas Y/N talked about her life in Georgia and LA. It had been some time since Y/N felt as connected as she did to Jensen and Danneel. Especially so quickly.

As the conversation deepened, so did the unspoken current between them. Subtle touches, a lingering hand on her arm, Danneel's thigh brushing against hers, sent shivers down Y/N's spine. She was acutely aware of Danneel's proximity, the warmth of her body radiating against Y/N's side. Jensen, across from them, watched her with an intensity that made her breath catch.

Suddenly, Norman's earlier words echoed in her mind – were Jensen and Danneel… interested in her? The thought ignited a fire within her, a dangerous, exhilarating possibility. The longer they talked, the stronger the pull became, an undeniable attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface, finally breaking through.

Jensen glanced around the nearly deserted bar. Only he, Danneel, and Y/N remained; even the staff had retreated to the back room, the soft clinking of glasses now a distant murmur. "Ladies," he drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I think it's time we moved this party elsewhere."

Y/N, captivated by the way the dim light played across Jensen's features, the subtle shadow of stubble on his jaw, felt a thrill course through her. "I can't believe how long we've been talking," she confessed, her voice husky. "I'm not ready for the night to end."

Danneel, ever the observant one, smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Perhaps we could continue this conversation elsewhere? Perhaps you'd like to join us for another drink?" she suggested, her gaze lingering on Y/N, a silent invitation in the way her lips curved. "Up in our room."

Y/N's heart pounded, a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Was this a good idea? The thought of spending more time with Jensen and Danneel alone was both exhilarating and terrifying. But something in Danneel's gaze, a silent invitation laced with unspoken desires, made her say, "I wouldn't want to miss out."

"What do you have to offer?" Y/N asked, her voice barely a whisper, a playful challenge in her eyes. She leaned slightly, the soft fabric of her dress brushing against Danneel’s arm.

Jensen leaned forward, his eyes intense, the warmth of his gaze like a physical touch. "What do you want?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air.

Y/N toyed with a strand of her hair, a playful smile gracing her lips. “Hmmm, whatever you have to offer," she teased, her eyes flickering between Jensen and Danneel.

Jensen and Danneel exchanged a knowing glance, a silent conversation passing between them, a shared understanding that sent a jolt of anticipation through Y/N. "Then," Jensen drawled, his voice husky with a promise that sent shivers down Y/N's spine, "you can have anything you want."

“How could I turn down an offer like that?” Y/N replied, a soft laugh escaping her lips as they stood.

Danneel smiled knowingly at Y/N, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she gestured toward the elevator. "Shall we?"

The elevator ride was electric, with a palpable hum of anticipation that crackled in the confined space. Y/N felt a thrill, a delicious anticipation, a sense of daring that made her pulse quicken and her core clench in need. She met their gazes with a knowing smirk playing on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that hung heavily in the air. This was going to be an unforgettable night, a memory etched in the histories of her most intimate experiences.

The doors slid open with a soft sigh, revealing the dimly lit hallway of their floor. Jensen placed a casual, yet possessive, hand on her back, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her spine, sending a shiver down her spine. He guided her toward their room, his touch a silent promise of the pleasures to come, with Danneel in front of them to unlock the door.

"Make yourself at home," Jensen said, his voice smooth and low, a silken caress that sent a wave of warmth through her. He gestured towards a sitting area with a sofa, its deep cushions promising comfort and relaxation. "Drinks?"

"Definitely," Y/N replied, her eyes sparkling with a playful challenge, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. "I think some of Danneel’s wine sounds perfect."

Danneel moved with a fluid grace toward the minibar, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing Y/N's attention like a siren's call. Her slim, curvy figure moved with a quiet confidence. She poured three glasses of wine, the glass clinking softly in the quiet room, a delicate counterpoint to the unspoken tension. She handed one to her husband before she handed Y/N her glass, their fingers brushing as she did before taking the seat next to Y/N.

Y/N lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip, her eyes meeting Danneel's gaze over the rim, a spark of shared understanding passing between them. "Delicious.”

Jensen chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and leaned in, his warm breath ghosting across her ear. "We aim to please," he murmured, a hint of playful dominance in his voice. He paused, his expression shifting to serious, his eyes searching hers. "Y/N, just so you know, at any point, if you want to stop or change your mind, just say so. No questions asked. Okay?"

"Yes," Y/N replied, a confident smile touching her lips, reassured by his sincerity. The warmth of his words dissolved any lingering hesitation. She felt in control, knowing this was a shared experience, a journey they were embarking on together. "What about birth control?"

Jensen and Danneel froze, a flicker of surprise crossing their faces. "I'm clean, and I'm on birth control," Y/N continued, "but I always use condoms as well."

"We're both clean, and I'm also on birth control," Danneel answered. "We... we don't typically use condoms. Not since before we were married."

"What Dee means," Jensen interjected, "is that we don't have any. This might be hard to believe, but we've never done anything like this before."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really?"

"We've talked about it, of course," Jensen explained. "But we've never found anyone we felt this kind of connection with before now. Dee has been with other women, but never in this way, never with us both. We've never found anyone we felt this kind of connection with before now." "Oh," Y/N breathed, her gaze shifting between Danneel and Jensen.

“Have you?” Danneel asked curiously.

“Yes,” Y/N replied. “Never like this, where my partners were married to each other or seriously involved.”

“Then Dee and I are yours,” Jensen said, his voice low. He held out his hand. “We’ll do what you want. We haven’t felt this way before. We want to try this with you. We trust you to show us.” He stepped closer.

The air thrummed with unspoken desires, a palpable tension. Y/N gently cupped Jensen's jaw, tilting his head with a soft touch. Her lips met his, a tender kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, a gentle exploration. Jensen responded with an eager enthusiasm, his hand moving to the back of her neck, drawing her closer. A soft sigh escaped Y/N's lips as the kiss deepened, a sweet expression of her growing affection. When they parted, Danneel's eyes held a warm, inviting glint.

"Now," Y/N commanded, her voice a low purr, "for something more." She rose from the couch, her movements fluid and deliberate, and extended a hand to Danneel. "Come." Danneel, a playful smirk dancing on her lips, accepted the offered hand and stood, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. Y/N shifted her attention to Danneel, her fingertips tracing the sharp line of her cheekbone, a deliberate provocation. Her lips brushed against Danneel's, a fleeting, tantalizing touch. It was a slow, deliberate exploration of sensation, like they were trying to figure out all the best parts. Danneel's tongue traced the edge of Y/N's lips, eliciting a sharp, involuntary gasp.

Danneel moved with a smooth, easy grace, her movements fluid and purposeful. Y/N followed, their movements in sync, a silent dance of desire unfolding in the softly lit room. Danneel stepped in front of Y/N, her presence radiating a warm heat, a magnetic pull that drew Y/N closer. She reached out, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of Y/N's jaw, her touch sending shivers down Y/N's spine. Their lips met in a demanding kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth, a silent declaration of ownership, a merging of desires. Danneel unzipped her dress, the silky fabric whispering as it parted, revealing the dark green lace that hugged her curves. Y/N's breath hitched, her eyes widening at the sight of Danneel's beauty. Her hands moved to explore Danneel's body, tracing the lines of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist. Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them.

Y/N’s top was undone with a few quick moves from Danneel. Then Y/N shrugged her top off, her gaze never leaving Danneel's. With a flick of her wrist, Danneel unbuttoned Y/N's jeans, pushing them down until they pooled at her feet, revealing dark black lace boyshorts underneath.

"Gorgeous," Danneel breathed, her gaze devouring Y/N's body. She took Y/N's hand, leading her to the bed.

As the women settled onto the mattress, their embrace deepened, their hands exploring each other's bodies while their kiss grew fierce. Danneel pushed Y/N back against the pillows before lying on top of her, their bodies molding together. A low moan escaped Y/N as Danneel's lips trailed down her neck.

Y/N glanced at Jensen, who had risen and was undressing with a deliberate slowness. The soft light in the room illuminated the sculpted lines of his chest, the defined muscles of his arms and legs, and the smooth expanse of his stomach. Y/N's gaze lingered on the powerful lines of his thighs, the impressive size of his arousal, and the sheer, unadorned perfection of his body. A wave of heat washed over her, a primal appreciation for the sheer physicality of him and Y/N could not tear her eyes away.

“Come here,” she began, but a sharp gasp interrupted her as Danneel’s teeth gently nipped at her right nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her, a delicious reminder of the power the other woman held over her at that moment.

Reaching for the beautiful man who was with them, her fingers closing around his hardness as Danneel removed her panties. Danneel moved between Y/N’s thighs. Y/N wrapped her hand around Jensen’s length, moving it in a slow, rhythmic motion. Danneel's fingers traced the delicate curve of Y/N's inner thigh, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. She lowered her head, her lips parting, her tongue darting out to taste the slick heat of Y/N's arousal.

Y/N gasped, her body arching involuntarily. Danneel's tongue worked its magic, teasing and tantalizing, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Craving a deeper connection, Y/N took him fully into her mouth, the length of him pressing against the soft tissue at the back of her throat. A low moan escaped her as she moved, her tongue tracing the delicate ridge along his tip. His hand tightened in her hair, a guttural sound rumbling in his chest as he pulsed lightly against her eager mouth.

"God, your mouth feels amazing," he growled, as Y/N whimpered when Danneel pulled away.

"She tastes delicious," Danneel murmured, a grin on her face. Jensen reached over and pulled his wife up, kissing her so he could have a taste before Danneel returned between Y/N’s legs. Looking at the blissed out look on Y/N, Jensen said. "Dee’s going to make you come hard, and then I’m going to fuck you."

Unable to say anything with her mouth so full, Y/N hummed enthusiastically.

Danneel’s tongue moved faster. Y/N arched her back, her eyes squeezed shut, a shriek of pleasure ripping from her throat. Y/N's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Danneel's tongue swirled and flicked, sending her spiraling towards another orgasm. She pulled her mouth away from Jensen before she cried out while her body convulsed, her release a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Jensen's gaze, a raw hunger, locked onto Y/N as he moved closer to her. A trail of fervent kisses descended her torso, his hands mapping the contours of her body with reverent exploration, as if committing every curve and hollow to memory. He paused, his eyes questioning, offering a silent invitation, a shared understanding passing between them. Y/N responded with a confident smile, her fingers intertwining with his, guiding him between her thighs, a gesture that was both invitation and command.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the heat of his arousal a tangible presence. A sharp inhale escaped Y/N as he breached her, stretching her with his impressive length, filling her with a sense of exquisite fullness. A low moan resonated, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as he settled within her, a sensation of exquisite fullness, of being completely claimed. Her fingers dug into his hips, urging him onward, desperate for the friction, the delicious friction that only he could provide.

His movements were a potent blend of power and tenderness, each thrust a deliberate act of possession, propelling her closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Y/N’s breath hitched, her body arching to meet his every motion, her muscles clenching around him, desperate to hold him close. Danneel’s gaze, a warm, encouraging presence, intensified the experience, adding a layer of shared intimacy to the already charged atmosphere. Jensen’s lips captured hers, a searing kiss that mirrored the rhythm of his hips, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his cock, driving her wild with each stroke.

“God, you feel incredible,” he rasped against her lips, his voice thick with lust, his breath hot against her skin. Y/N’s head thrashed against the pillows, her senses ablaze, her body consumed by the fire that raged within her.

Remembering the redhead next to her, Y/N’s hand sought Danneel who was now stretched out next to her. She parted Danneel’s folds, finding the slick, swollen nub, and began to circle it gently, her thumb pressing lightly, eliciting a soft moan from Danneel’s lips. Danneel’s body trembled as Y/N entered her, her fingers mimicking Jensen’s rhythm, eager to share the pleasure that coursed through her veins. Their moans escalated as Y/N brought her quickly to her high, her hips bucking instinctively against Y/N’s touch while Y/N’s body clenched around Jensen.

Y/N’s climax ripped through her, a guttural cry echoing in the room, a raw, primal release. Danneel's own release followed close behind, a shuddering wave that washed over her. Even as Danneel's tremors subsided, Y/N’s body still pulsed with the aftershocks of Jensen’s deep thrusts, her muscles quivering. The air thrummed with the scent of their shared passion.

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” Jensen growled, his voice thick with lust, still deep within her.

Y/N’s hand, slick with Danneel’s essence, lingered between her legs for a moment, and then she slowly brought her fingers to her lips. She extended her tongue, licking the remnants of Danneel’s arousal from her fingertips, her eyes never leaving Danneel’s. Danneel watched, a flicker of desire dancing in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the intimate act. Y/N, her breath still ragged, turned her head slightly, her gaze locking with Danneel’s. “I want to taste you, Dani.”

"I want to feel you both," Y/N whispered, her voice husky.

Jensen sensed the shift in their mood and paused, eyes filled with a tender intensity. "Where do you want us?"

“You behind me, Dani in front.” She answered. “I want to be sandwiched between you.”

With a slow, deliberate withdrawal, Jensen pulled out of Y/N, the slick sound echoing in the quiet room. He shifted, his hands tracing the curve of her waist. "Turn for me, love."

Y/N, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure, moved from her prone position to kneel before him. His hands slid down her sides, cupped her hips, and guided her into a more comfortable kneeling posture. His thumbs traced the delicate curve of her spine, sending shivers down her back. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Like this?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. When she nodded, he positioned himself, the tip of his arousal pressing against her opening. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid inside her, filling her with his length. A soft gasp escaped Y/N’s lips, a mixture of pleasure and the delicious stretch of his fullness.

Once she was used to the sensation of Jensen inside her again, Y/N guided Danneel closer, her fingers tugging at her leg, inviting her to join them. She positioned Danneel so that her thighs were on either side of Y/N's shoulders, then leaned down. Her tongue traced the delicate lines of Danneel’s core, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her arousal. Danneel’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as Y/N lavished attention on her most sensitive flesh, her body arching involuntarily.

Y/N’s tongue swirled around Danneel’s clit, teasing the sensitive nub, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Her fingers explored the slick folds, mimicking the rhythm of Jensen’s thrusts, building the pressure, pushing Danneel closer to the edge. She nipped gently at Danneel’s inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake, her teeth grazing the soft skin. Y/N’s body began to tremble, her muscles clenching around Jensen’s length as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, her climax a wave of pure, unadulterated sensation.

Her climax erupted, a wave of pure pleasure that washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. Jensen’s thrusts intensified, his groans mingling with Y/N’s cries, as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Danneel’s pleasure mounted, her hips bucking instinctively against Y/N’s ministrations, her fingers tangling in Y/N’s hair, her nails digging lightly into her scalp.

With a final, powerful thrust, Jensen cried out, his release filling Y/N, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Danneel climaxed simultaneously, her juices flowing freely into Y/N’s mouth, a heady mix of salt and sweetness. After working Danneel through her orgasm, Y/N collapsed on top of her.

Danneel, her breath coming in soft gasps, leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear. “Are you alright?” she whispered, her voice filled with concern.

Y/N, still reeling from the intensity of her climax, could only nod, her body still thrumming with pleasure, her lips still wet with Danneel’s essence. She felt a sense of complete and utter satiation, a feeling of peace that settled over her like a warm blanket.

Jensen shifted slightly, moving behind Y/N. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made her heart flutter. Then, with a slow, contented sigh, he withdrew from her body, collapsing beside the women, his own breath still coming in ragged gasps.

“Damn, you were incredible,” he murmured, his voice still a little rough, turning his head to grin at Y/N.

Danneel leaned in, her fingers tracing the curve of Y/N’s cheek. “Seriously, wow,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Y/N reached out, taking both of their hands in hers, a sense of deep connection flowing between them. “You guys too,” she replied, her voice filled with sincerity, her fingers intertwining with theirs. “That was…way better than I expected. And I had high expectations.”

They lay there for a long moment, the silence comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. The shared intimacy had forged a bond, a connection that went beyond the physical. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, of shared desire, of complete acceptance.

The gentle rise and fall of their breaths filled the quiet room. Y/N, nestled between Jensen and Danneel, felt a wave of contentment wash over her. The warmth of their bodies, the lingering scent of their shared passion, and the quiet comfort of their presence lulled her into a state of blissful relaxation.

Jensen’s arm tightened around her in a silent embrace, and Danneel’s fingers gently stroked her hair, a soothing caress. The rhythmic sound of their breathing, a soft symphony of contentment, filled the room.

One by one, their eyelids grew heavy, and they drifted off to sleep, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling, their hearts at peace. The room was filled with a quiet serenity, a testament to the shared intimacy and the deep connection they had forged. They slept soundly, wrapped in the afterglow of their shared pleasure, their dreams filled with the echoes of their passionate encounter.

I hope you enjoyed this, there will be a part two and probably more. Please reblog and/or tag someone you think will enjoy this.

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