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wormdebut · 1 year

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Eddie Character Development Drabbles for an AU that has been swimming in my head for months. Putting it out here so maybe someone can hold me accountable, lol.

Eddie Left home at 17 (2012), (dead beat dad, dead dead mom.) Uncle Wayne exists but Eddie never lived with him. Loved him though, with all his heart. Wayne was the one who supported him as much as he could, he had encouraged eddie to get out of his environment and gave him a nice little stack of cash (“it was supposed to be your college fund, but you’ve always been destined for better things.”)

Eddie had a penchant for the 80s metal scene, wasp, Metallica, Black Sabbath, his beloved Dio. All because Wayne had poured so much of himself into Eddie. Wayne knew how bad Richard was, he had always intended on Eddie coming to live with him but Eddie was fiercely loyal, to a fault. When his mother, Lydia had passed away due to ovarian cancer, Eddie was only 12 (2007) Richard had dove to the nearest bottle, never left any scars on Eddie, but Wayne knew. Eddie knew Wayne knew, but he couldn’t leave his dad. He loved his dad. Dick had started getting into the darker shit when Eddie was 14. (2009) Wayne had begged him to come stay with him and Eddie had begged Wayne to let him handle it. When he finally snapped to his senses in 2011, he had simply grown into the adult he didn’t have and still couldn’t inconvenience Wayne, “you have your shit, I have mine Wayne, help me by figuring out how this emancipation garbage works.” Wayne knew his nephew was just as (more so) stubborn than he was, once Eddie was able to produce his GED Wayne had helped him file. As always, supported him financially where he could. His Eddie, was always meant for bigger, for better, for more than small town Colorado

Once he left small town Colorado, he moved to Indianapolis, he always intended to end up in New York but his van (his fathers van that Eddie straight up stole from him, but Richard (dick) Munson was too high on his latest find that he hardly noticed) broke down in Indy and he just made it work, he always does.

He didn’t graduate, but got his GED. (Thanks Wayne) Very smart socially, (street smart angel) and honestly academically but had a hard time focusing on school when he’d rather draw or write.

Works at Inkwell Tattoo Studio he doesn’t own the shop but is a very well known artist and brings in a large amount of business for the shop and the owner (also the man who had let eds apprentice under him) Spike (Mike) loves him like his own son

Eddie specializes in neo traditional, however he’ll scratch whatever itch you ask him to. (Cmon capability)

But all of his work on his own body (he’s got a lot, gentleman) is black and gray

(“you are my yellow, you are the color Steve.”)

He was still fiercely loyal, but incredibly reserved about it. Dick had really fucked him up. Once he had settled in a painfully small Studio apartment in Indianapolis, he shut off anything that made him weak. He had picked up a job at a little game store “dragons den”, worked as many hours as they would allow him, that’s where he met Gareth. His best friend (only friend for quite sometime.) they had bonded over both having battle vests, (“holy shit man, you know wasp?”) Little gareth had never been more excited to meet someone like him.

Gareth had been buying a new set of dice and everything kinda formed from there. D&D once a week.

Eddie had taken on role of DM as he didn’t have school to worry about, so while gareth was sweating over finals, Eddie was enamored by a silly little fantasy game, it was through drawing the thoughts he had planned out that he had realized tattooing was something that could be in his wheelhouse.

Stick and poked himself, ultimately Gareth let Eddie give him a matching bat tattoo (it was the only tattoo Eddie hadn’t had covered with anything else once he had started getting his own body done.)

Eddie started his Apprenticeship when he was 19 (2014), He’d been at Inkwell with Spike Nelson ever since.

G and E had started their band around the same time. Eddie had convinced Gareth to move in with him as soon as G graduated. (2013) Good bye small studio from hell, hello, small one bedroom. (Eddie slept on the couch, fiercely loyal) Eddie had essentially given Gareth his job at Dragons Den, once he was too wrapped up at Inkwell. They lived modestly and rock and rolled indecently until Eddie had started blowing up on social media for his tattooing.

He blew up in 2016, he was 21, he should’ve been ecstatic but continuously found himself bitter, all he wanted was for his uncle to know that he had made it to the bigger and better. Wayne had seen quite a bit of his art, but he didn’t get to see what it brought for him. he was always overconfident, exuded it. But behind closed doors he was a mess. Gareth saw bits and pieces but Eddie knew how to shut it off around his friend, his band. Eddie moved out of the apartment Gareth and he shared when he Bought a house in 2018. 3 bedrooms, 2 bath. He was alone, and that’s how he preferred to be. His trysts were not allowed anywhere near it.

The only people that had been inside were The Corroded Coffin boys. Not Spike, not his trysts, not any one else. Gareth, James and Easton were the only ones.

Eddie had converted his basement to a practice space for CC in 2020. He had intended to convert the garage but his beloved baby (2020 Mercedes G Wagon with a gorgeous red interior) had to be protected.

Eddie was reticent, reserved with who he spoke to, always polite (you didn’t want to see him if someone struck a nerve, promise.) but quick, never spoke too long, (unless he was with the few he trusted), but he was unabashed, and unapologetically loud when it came to his style. He always had been. Uncle Wayne had told him to never back down from who he was even if others (Dick) gave him hell for it. So he never did. Eddie pushed the boundaries as dramatically as he could. Between the flowing blouses that he never fully buttoned, the clashing of patterns and prints and chains and the shoes, some heeled, some pointed, most black, most importantly the miles of leather; pants, vests, whips (cheeky), he drew attention to himself. He wanted to make you look. And look the city did.

Eddie had become somewhat of a spectacle to the city. Everyone knew Eddie Munson, and as of 2021 everyone (at least for a long stretch of Indiana, and few surrounding states) knew Corroded Coffin.

Always always has a black bandana in his back left pocket, even in his leather numbers, his favorite (only, but he was the father figure E never had) uncle Wayne had told him all about the hanky code and explained to him that was how people like he and Wayne (gay Wayne supremacy) would know they were in like minded company, broke down who was into what, made it easier so people like them could talk less and enjoy more, “life is short as it is, but it felt shorter and riskier back then.” Wayne had only cocked an eyebrow when Eddie started sporting the black bandana around the same time he left town. As long as he was safe, what his nephew got up to wasn’t his prerogative. Regardless of connotation (Cmon sadism!)

Eddie only grew more attached to proudly sharing his sexual interest because if Wayne could in 86, Eddie could is 2022. (Wayne passed in 2015, Eddie was 20 and it was the darkest place he had been for a long time. He had received a little bit of an inheritance and was shocked that his uncle loved him that much.)

Wayne hadn’t bat an eye when a 12 year old Eddie wracked with the pain of his mother passing, had told Him that he likes boys the way his uncle Wayne likes boys. “Nice work, kid, it’s more fun this way.” He would never let Eddie feel bad for who he was, regardless of Dicks commentary on it. (In reality Richard really couldn’t care less, he had grown to resent his son, gay or not, after his Lydia had passed, often times wondering why it couldn’t have been the boy to go instead of his wife.) Eddie had never looked back once he had his Uncles undivided support, he was a big old homosexual. No shame in hiding it.

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maisie-espinosa · 1 year

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THE BASICS

Name: Maisie Inez Espinosa.

Age: Forty-Two.

Gender: cis Female, She/Her, They/Them.

Occupation: Professor of Aerospace Engineering at Providence Peak University.

Birthday: February 24th, 1981.

Zodiac Sign: Pisces.

Location: University Heights, Providence Peak, Colorado.

Birthplace: Providence Peak, Colorado.

Orientation: Pansexual, Panromantic.

THE PHYSIQUE

Eye Color: Brown.

Natural Hair Color: Dark brown.

Height: 5′ 3″.

Body Type: Slim.

Allergies: None.

Dominant Hand: Right.

Scars: A few non-notable scars from small scraps with her brothers when they were younger, always insisting that she could beat them easily in a wrestling match. Most of the time she could hold her own for awhile until their parents scolded them or her brothers gave in.

Tattoos: A minimalistic rocketship near her collarbone.

Piercings: Earlobes.

THE INTRODUCTION

(death tw, loss tw, grief tw)

Maisie Inez Espinosa was born a local to Providence Peak, the fourth in line after three brothers born prior to her, her very own cavalry ready to ride into any battle and wage any war for her. That backing she needed very little of, even though tiny as she was, Maisie was scrappy and insisted that she could fight with the best of them, often insisting on wrestling her brothers for fun and often not folding until she won, whether that meant they gave in or more often the case, their parents scolding them for the mock violence they inflicted on each other. Despite being born at the tail’s end of winter, she thrived in the springtime that gave way to new life and new opportunities.

New opportunities seemed to be the theme in her life as she found herself growing up and navigating a world that wasn’t built with her in mind. A world that she didn’t just navigate with the bare minimum, but set out to change and prove wrong with everything that she did. It didn’t hurt that she had the help of her second oldest brother who, struggling just as she was, had already paved the way before she was born and despite their parents leaning toward the stricter side of parenting, they did everything they could to make sure their children were set up to be successful in life, even if society thought that being born deaf should have led to failure for Maisie.

Failure was the last thing on her mind as she worked her way through school and college falling more in love with the idea of space each day, just as she had with the planetarium she’d spent days in as a child in the local science museum in Providence Peak, and eventually graduated with a PhD in Aerospace Engineering, leaving Colorado and her family behind for the first time as she scored her dream job with NASA’s Aerospace department in Washington D.C., slowly working her way toward the stars. She was nothing short of a genius (okay, maybe a little more humble than that), but all it seemed to take was a soft look and a smile from someone at a coffee shop for her to realize that maybe the only stars in the world weren’t those that existed in space.

And for awhile, Maisie allowed herself to fall, building a whole galaxy with the person who seemed to hang stars on Earth just for her and it was good. But just like all good things, this too eventually came to an end. Her job with NASA became more demanding until she was rarely seeing the outside of their headquarters, leaving for work before dawn and sometimes not getting home until the last metro ran for the night, barely crawling into bed before she had to wake up and do it all over again. She was married to her career and it took a toll on her relationship. The stars began dimming until they all faded and all she was left with was an empty apartment and, for the first time in her life, too much space.

Paired with the untimely death of her remaining parent, Maisie decided to make the decision to leave her job in Washington D.C. and move back to Providence Peak to be closer to her family, her third brother who she was always closest to, and her nephews, not wanting to destine herself to an empty life that revolved only around work. Even though she gave up her dream job, she still found satisfaction in teaching aerospace engineering at Providence Peak University and fostering the next generation of space explorers. Ultimately thankful that she’d moved back when she did so she could be there for her nephews when her brother and his wife lost their lives in an accident, a loss she is still navigating her way through as she offers whatever help she can to, Nari Yang, the woman who stepped up to raise their shared nephews in the wake of the unforeseen tragedy.

THE HEADCANONS

Loves space more than Earth and was often jokingly told to get her head out of space by her father. She can often be found at the Planetarium at the Wonderwell Science Center and absolutely takes her classes on field trips there.

She has three older brothers, the oldest of which being roughly 55 years old and the younger of the three was around 43. Although her middle brother was the one who shared in being deaf and taught Maisie how to utilize the world around her to her advantage, she was always closest with her youngest brother and is still working her way through grieving the loss of him.

Maisie has a cat named Constellation and jokes that he’s the biggest ‘Con’ artist she’s ever met because he’ll stop at nothing to steal a bite of every meal she has.

Gender is usually an afterthought for Maisie and she happily accepts she/her or they/them as her pronouns on any given day.

Though she does primarily use ASL to communicate, she doesn’t expect everyone to be fluent in the language and therefore always has a tiny lil notebook in her pocket and a pencil behind her ear to communicate or just utilizes an app on her phone. When the opportunity arises, she will always take the time to teach someone a sign or two during their conversation.

#providence.intro #intro — maisie

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theorichardspota · 2 years

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All I want to do is eat. I want to turn eggs into a hill of flour slowly until they become one solid object. A ball of dough smooth and elastic as skin. In Boulder, Colorado I stirred the eggs into a pile of semolina flour on the counter of a friend’s friend’s father’s kitchen. We spent three days making the Bolognese. I had just come back from Italy and thought I knew a secret. In Italy, I was falling in love. This is important to me and embarrassing to say. I got too drunk at the dinner party to remember what the Bolognese tasted like and missed my flight in the morning. I want Rae to ferment pizza dough for three days. I want to watch Nathan stretch it into a perfect circle and slide it off cornmeal into the oven. I imagine young Nathan in his father’s pizza shop pilfering chicken fingers with the perfect breading. How can you know anyone if you don’t know how they came of age? I loved my home in South Deerfield so much I got it tattooed on my thigh. I wish I could visit that ghost of myself for dinner. They were such a good host. I want to own a farm large enough to have peacocks roaming the gardens, just to own something beautiful and lively. Everyone I’ve ever loved flew to Blacksburg, Virginia this summer, and James stole us 6 whole chickens from Kroger and cut them into 8 parts and he spent the night frying them so we could all eat after we had swam in the river. And now James might go back to jail because of a DUI but he just got his passport back 7 years after his felony charges and I am not worried about James going to jail or not coming back to Blacksburg because of parole. I am scared of him dying because he is an addict and he works in a kitchen so he started using again and my friends are all alcoholics and I am so afraid of them dying, one after another. I want James to live on my farm with Bessie and I and our two peacocks and my best friend Teagan who is dating James, what luck, what absolute luck. I am afraid of not being able to fall asleep. My mom believes it is because she would try to rock me to sleep as an infant while having panic attacks. She says it was because my father was a terrible father. I believe her. I want the kitchen from The Haunting of Bly Manor where I will carry in tomatoes, peppers, a slaughtered chicken. Teagan will help me make dinner. I want to grow my own food because I am cheap and I think it tastes better, and because I am impulsive and I never want to have to pay for it. This is also how I learned to steal. I am afraid of ghosts. I am obsessed with death. I think I can make peace with death and thus make peace with grief. It is why I cook so much meat. If I can love a rabbit well enough after death, I can let Ben be dead. Often after I cook the animal, I won’t eat it. Having the friends I have has made me obsessed with Pete Davidson and Mac Miller. I am in love with tomatoes. I worry there is not enough love in the world to satiate me. I think of myself as a cormorant. My anxiety has begun to bubble up in new horrible ways. Contamination fears, conspiratorial thinking, fear of leaving the house; I need to shake the bed sheets out every night before I get in. This week it manifested as a rash. I am carrying so much shame. I don’t get catcalled anymore. In first grade when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said “scuba diver.” I still think that is true, but I have asthma. Instead, I take my snorkel to the New River and I chase fish around the river bed and hope I don’t see too many bones. I always see bones but I always say “that is just a deer.” I studied to be an herbalist at an apothecary. I once lived with a conspiracy theorist in southern France and dug her a pool. I spent almost a month riding horses through the Rocky Mountains. I believe grief makes clear the cyclical ever happening nature of time. I think the 4th dimension holds the secrets of ghosts. I am in love with the Greek myth of Aristaeus. I would love to tell it to you. I value play above all else. I thought I would have more tattoos by this age.

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certifiedtattoo · 2 years

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gentlesmash · 3 years

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muffinbeliever · 2 years

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When the Stars Align [12]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Soulmate!Reader

Word Count: 3593

Warnings: tears, mentions of needles

Summary: Soulmate!AU– Everyone has the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed on their wrists. You and your cat are living a normal life in Fort Collins, Colorado when three men come bursting through your door, completely changing your life. Reader-insert story. Starts around S06E08, but Sam has his soul, and it doesn’t really follow the series from there

A/N: here's WTSA 12, its honestly kind of just a filler chapter, but please enjoy charlie being nerdy charlie because i love her

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Weeks had passed, and you were officially moved into the bunker. Castiel had zapped you and Sam back to Fort Collins to pack up the rest of your stuff, and after a thorough conversation with Sam, you had decided that it would be best to withdraw your money from your bank accounts. The younger Winchester promised to set you up with a credit card under a fake name, that way you couldn’t be traced through payments.

The house was completely paid off thanks to the money that your parents had left you, and it held too many memories that you weren’t quite ready to let go of yet, so you decided to keep it. Besides, after some demon-proofing and a few protection spells, it would be a useful safe house in Colorado.

You took your time packing things up, Sam crashing at your house for a couple of days while he helped. It was nice to spend time with him, your relationship developing into a tight-knit sibling bond. When he insisted that you get an anti-possession tattoo, you begrudgingly agreed. While you were never a tattoo person, you knew that it was for your safety. Instead of the large tattoo that the brothers possessed, you had opted for a miniature version after Sam reassured that it would work just as well. The ward now sat behind your right ear, and after an hour of being poked by a needle, Sam decided that you deserved some ice-cream.

Packing your things up also entailed deep-cleaning your house, where Sam had stumbled upon baby photos that you never wanted anyone to see. Your mom had created scrapbooks of you as a child that made you teary-eyed every time you looked at them. When Sam insisted on looking through them, you pulled out a bottle of wine, and the two of you got drunk while you recollected the memories behind some of the photos.

The drive back was a short seven hours spent blasting Green Day. The two of you played the alphabet game, eventually giving up when you spent two hours looking for “Q” with zero success. Instead of stopping for burgers like you had expected, he surprised you by pulling into a Poke restaurant, saying it was “healthier than fried junk” which you laughed at before agreeing.

Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, and like always, you debated books and poetry. You swapped college stories, and he laughed when you told him about how you got so hammered at a frat party freshman year, three brothers ended up carrying you home. He divulged a few party anecdotes of his own, some with Jessica and others without. Wanting to keep the light atmosphere, you didn’t ask for specific details about her, and you knew that Sam was relieved. He told you about the two weeks he ran away from home, holed up in a hotel room with a dog. Your heart ached when you thought about the harsh upbringing he had experienced, so different from yours.

As you got closer to Lebanon, you had stopped by the store for a couple of items to decorate your new room, namely: a rug. It was fluffy and white, perfect for combatting the concrete. You had purchased a thicker comforter and extra throw pillows. Sam didn’t complain a single time while you shopped, and you were grateful, not wanting to be a burden, especially when you knew he had more important things to do than push the cart as you ran around Target.

Your laughs bounced off the metal shelves as the two of you pointed out cliche quotes written in calligraphy on a wooden board. The time you had spent together was domestic and comfortable, exactly what you needed during this time of turmoil. It was reassuring to know that even if you and Dean didn’t work out, Sam would still be there for you.

You also went to the supermarket, insisting that if they were going to let you stay, the least you could do was make sure they had a home cooked meal every night. You stocked up on various fruits and vegetables as well as baking essentials, knowing you would stress bake at least once this week if Dean continued acting the way he was.

Frustrated with your soulmate, you tried not to focus too much on him, and rather spent your time in the present, enjoying Sam’s company. By the time you had returned to the bunker, it was a several days after you initially left, but your heart was full and you were excited to be in new home. Dean was nowhere in sight, and Sam let you settle in, telling you that he would cook dinner tonight so you could unpack.

Moved in, showered, and in your comfiest pair of sweatpants, you wandered into the kitchen, following the amazing scent of rosemary. You were greeted by Sam’s smile and the hesitant wave from an unknown red-headed woman sitting at the table. She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that showcased the Star War’s Alliance symbol underneath a white and navy flannel. What is up with these people and their flannel?

“Y/N, this is Charlie Bradbury. She’s the most brilliant hacker known to man, monster, and angel. She helped us defeat Dick Roman,” Sam introduced. Charlie blushed and stood up from the table.

“Hello there,” she said softly, and you smirked back.

“General Kenobi,” you answered. She burst into a smile and her giggles filled the room.

“You, my dear, are officially my favorite person here,” she said as she approached you, pulling you into a hug. It was funny, you just learned her name, but you already knew that the two of you would quickly become close friends. Babbling at a mile a minute, she took your hand and dragged you to the table, sitting you down in the seat next to hers. Sam set down a bowl in front of everyone before joining you at the table.

“You’re a Star Wars fan too?” He asked, exasperated. “I’m never going to escape am I?” He groaned, rubbing his eyes in mocking annoyance. You shrugged, a smile on your face.

“Star Wars was a huge thing between my dad and I when I was growing up,” you stated, not knowing how to explain it any better. Charlie rolled her eyes.

“You don’t have to defend yourself, Y/N. Sam here just doesn’t have the same superior taste that we do,” she said, sticking her tongue out childishly at the hunter. Sam threw his head back and laughed. He picked up his fork and began eating, and you followed suit.

Dinner was mainly just you and Charlie getting to know each other, the latter absolutely beaming as she found out the many interests that you shared. She told you all about her love for Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, which you rebutted with your love for Draco Malfoy and how him and Hermione should’ve been canon. At that statement, she let out a dramatic gasp, clutching her chest in shock.

“How could you even say that? Hermione is so much better than that stupid ferret! She is beautiful and smart and she singlehandedly saved the wizarding world,” she argued.

“Yes, but she ended up with Ron Weasley. No one is less fitting for her than he is. They are nowhere near the same level of intellect and all he does is shove his face with food and complain,” you retorted.

“At least he isn’t a death eater,” she replied, and you shrugged.

“If Draco didn’t take the Mark, then Voldemort would’ve killed his family. He was only doing what he had to do,” you defended, knowing that your choice in comfort character was a bit toxic but still yours nonetheless. Charlie huffed and turned to Sam.

“When you said you were going to introduce me to someone, you didn’t tell me they would be a Slytherin,” she said, and Sam protested.

“I’m a Slytherin too, Charlie,” he admitted with a guilty smile. She emitted another gasp as her head whipped back and forth between you and Sam.

“Traitors!” She exclaimed. “Both of you!” Sam chuckled, and for a second, you forgot that you were in an underground bunker, living with people who killed monsters, had an angel as a best friend, and the King of Hell on speed dial. For a second, you were just a normal woman debating the ethics of Harry Potter with your two friends.

After dinner, Sam left the two of you alone. Charlie pulled out her laptop and began clacking away at her keyboard, silence falling over the table. There were several little gadgets dispersed around her. She would plug one in, type for a second or two, and pull it out, only for the process to occur with the next device. After a couple of minutes, she let out a satisfied huff and handed you a credit card.

“Here is your new, unlimited, card Ms. Taylor,” she said with a smirk. You examined the plastic card in your hard, memorizing the alias on it: Beverly Taylor.

“And I won’t have to pay this off? Ever?” You double checked with the red-headed woman, and she gave you a smile.

“That’s right. Oh! Also, Sam wanted me to give you your new ID card,” she replied, handing you a second plastic card. It was the same picture as your drivers license; how Sam had managed that, you didn’t know, but you were grateful for the effort.

“Now that that’s over,” Charlie said, shutting her laptop, “We have some catching up to do.” You laughed at the serious look on her face.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, and she gave you a smirk.

“Despite your terrible taste, I have found an inkling of kindness in my heart to get to know you,” she said with false nonchalance. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m also super nosy,” she added, and you laughed.

“Alright, but I’m getting the wine,” you replied, knowing that if you were going to spill your life story, you’d need a little bit of liquid courage. The red-headed woman squealed and you laughed as you pushed out of your chair, making your way towards the wine cellar.

Although the boys had never bought wine, the supply was pretty much fully stocked thanks to the Men of Letters. You were sure the cost sum of the bottles combined was more than your parents had left behind. Internally you shrugged, technically you weren’t stealing. The brothers were Men of Letters, after all.

Not much of a sommelier, nor did you really care, you plucked the first bottle of red wine you found. It was a merlot made in 1912. Damn. Normally, you would be wary of such aged wine, but you have found that for some reason, the bunker’s wine never turned to vinegar, regardless of how old it was. There was probably some preservative magic lined in the walls of the cellar.

Upon your return to the kitchen, you noticed that Charlie had cleared off the table, putting her computer and other gadgets back in her bag. Instead, there were two empty wine glasses waiting for you, as well as a little plate full of various cheeses and grapes. You raised an eyebrow towards the woman.

“I may have gone rifling through your fridge,” she said, sheepishly. You laughed. Pulling out a corkscrew from the nearby drawer, you made your way back to the small wooden table. The wine bottle was opened with a resounding pop! and you set it aside to breathe. The two of you stared at it in silence for a moment before Charlie side-eyed you.

“I really don’t care if it breathes or not,” she informed you, shyly. You smiled.

“Ok good, me neither. I really want to drink it now,” you admitted and this time it was her turn to giggle. She gave you a generous pour before giving herself a similar portion. She analyzed the label.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “1912?” You nodded your head vigorously.

“I know right? Ancient,” you said, whispering the latter part as if it were a secret. She swirled the liquid in her glass as you munched away on some cheese, the flavor of aged parmesan exploding against your tastebuds.

“So…” she trailed off, and you took that as your cue to talk. You took a swig of wine and let out a heavy sigh.

“From the beginning?” you asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I mean, if you’re okay with that.” She rushed out, not wanting to overstep.

You told her about your childhood in Winnetka, Illinois, and how your dad took you sledding every winter. Your mom taught you the basics of baking, the smell of chocolate chip cookies often filling your house. You were an only child, but you had an orange cat that you had named Mr. Fluffy. When Charlie laughed at the name, you were quick to defend your four-year-old self.

Even as a child, you had a love for books and many weekends were spent in the modest library on the first floor of your house. Your favorite way to pass time was sitting in front of the window, curled up under a blanket reading a fantasy book. You dreamed of one day meeting a prince who would sweep you off your feet and take you away to live in his glorious castle.

You attended private schools, your parents ensuring that you received a top-tier education. They were never ones to push you into academics, and they didn’t have to. Your hunger for knowledge spurred your motivation to get good grades. You told her about the long-time crush you had on a fellow classmate, undeterred by the fact that he wasn’t your soulmate.

“His first words to me were ‘Your pigtails look funny’ and I was in love,” you recounted. It was your first experience with love, and it ended in heartbreak— as most do. After pining for him from second to fifth grade, you were devastated to hear that he had met his soulmate over winter break when he was skiing in Aspen. Knowing you could never compete with whoever she was, you cut your losses and moved on.

Your awkward middle-school experience was almost cliche. You had chunky braces and a god-awful taste in fashion. You experimented with bangs for the majority of seventh grade and your first kiss was in a school stairwell with a boy who used too much tongue.

You spent the majority of your high school days studying, but you always made time to go out with friends as well. Your parents weren’t strict; all they told you before you went out was to be safe and smart. It was a system built on trust. Sure, you had dated one or two boys, but because they weren’t your soulmate, the relationship wasn’t serious.

College was more or less the same as high school. You had a solid, tight-knit group of friends with whom you spent your time. There were nights spent heaving over a toilet bowl, swearing to never drink again— only to go out the next night. It was a vicious ‘work hard, play hard’ cycle, but that’s part of the college experience.

You had plans to go to graduate school afterwards, but when your parents had passed, you realized that you didn’t want to continue with school. Instead, you moved to Fort Collins, adopted Meatball, and lived there ever since. You told Charlie how you worked at the bookstore, and your first encounter with the Winchesters. When she had heard how Dean had acted, the redhead rolled her eyes.

“He’s an idiot,” she declared, and you laughed.

“Sam said that too,” you pointed out.

“It’s true,” she said with a shrug. Then, she told you about her life, how her name wasn’t actually Charlie Bradbury but Celeste Middleton. She spoke about her life as a LARPer, and her love for books and movies. She had never met her soulmate, but Charlie strongly believed that she was out there somewhere.

You vaguely remembered Sam telling you about how the brothers and the hacker had met, but she went in depth, with much funnier commentary than Sam’s version. She claimed she was like Hermione Granger, saving the world with her incredible skills.

By the time the second wine bottle was opened, she was telling you about her mother, tears openly dripping down her face. You offered her a tight hug, knowing how it feels to mourn a parent. She wiped at her tears, her sobs quieting down until it was just sniffles.

“Come on,” you told her, standing up. “Let’s go watch a movie. We need a break.” She took your hand, and the two of you padded down the concrete hallway and into the Dean Cave.

At first, you were unsure if you were allowed to use it, but after Sam reassured you that it was more than okay, you spent many days lounging on the soft couch watching TV. She settled into the couch as you ran to your room. You were gathering a couple of blankets when Sam knocked on your bedroom door.

“Everything alright? I thought I heard crying,” he inquired, a concerned look on his face. You nodded.

“Yeah… just getting to know each other… reopening old wounds and stuff,” you told him, and he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” he said, giving you a smile before making his way back to his room. Upon your return to the Dean Cave, you noticed Charlie had gone back to the kitchen for the wine, the bottle now sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch, next to your newly-filled glass. Charlie nursed her wine between both hands, her legs tucked underneath her body.

“So,” she started, “I’m thinking Harry Potter.” You flashed her a smirk.

“I would never turn down an opportunity to see some Dramione in action,” you said flippantly and she huffed. You dimmed the lights before taking your spot on the couch, and soon the nostalgic tune of your favorite childhood movie filled the room.

Charlie practically knew all of the lines from heart, reciting them as the characters did. You joined in occasionally, what was originally a movie night turned into a chance to flaunt your terrible acting skills. Your drunken giggles bounced off the walls as did her snorts of laughter.

However, as much as you wanted to focus solely on the movie, your eyes couldn’t help but sweep the room from time to time, taking in all of the little trinkets that screamed Dean’s name. A poster of his favorite beer company hung from the wall and several of his whiskey tumblers were face down on the coffee table, next to his ice bucket. Hot tears prickled behind your eyes, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face.

You tried to subtly wipe at your face, but your little movements caught the corner of Charlie’s eyes. The movie paused.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked you gently, and you shook your head, too overwhelmed to talk. Charlie took your wine glass from your hands and set it down on the table along with hers, and she shifted closer to you, pulling you into a hug. It only made you sob harder.

“I love him,” you confessed to your new friend, speaking the words that you never had the courage to say before now. Sobs wracked your body.

“I love him,” you said again, this time more forcefully. “I love him and he doesn’t even want me,” you told the redhead, and you buried your face into her soft red hair. She rubbed circles onto your back in a soothing manner.

“I know you love him, and trust me, he loves you too. He’s just the stupidest person I’ve ever met. He’s only acting this way because he feels guilty for dragging you into this life. He never would’ve chosen it for himself, so it’s only natural that he doesn’t want to force you into it either,” she reasoned. You sniffled, pulling away from her.

“I know he feels bad, but why can’t he understand that he’s not forcing me into anything? I want to be here. I want to be with him. I want everything with him,” you admitted.

“It’s just going to take time, babe,” she said with a sad smile.

“I’ve given him time. I’ve given him months and he’s still acting like this,” you said softly, “I think it’s just time for me to cut my losses and move on. Obviously he doesn’t want me here, and I don’t want to keep pushing him out of his own home.” Charlie opened her mouth to argue, but you cut her off with a harsh stare. You were tired of fighting, tired of people trying to reassure you that everything was going to be okay when it clearly isn’t going to be.

“Do you think that maybe,” you paused, unsure how she would react, “Do you think that I could stay with you for a little bit?” She nodded immediately.

“Of course, you can stay with me for as long as you need,” she reassured you. The two of you embraced tightly not knowing the older Winchester was standing outside of the door, having heard everything.

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x soulmate!reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester angst #supernatural #supernatural series #dean angst #muffinbeliever

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wonder-kid-pugh · 3 years

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Waiting Long Enough - (Rose Lavelle x reader)

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!! I was thankfully able to finish this late last night (sorry I was busy and only got to post it now). I'm working on another one but I'm not sure if I'll get it finished for today but I'll post it as soon as it's done. But for now I hope you enjoy!!!

The idea of soulmates is great. Scratch that it's euphoric. I mean imagine having someone who was literally made to be with you. Someone to be there for the good and bad days. Someone who does the little things for you just cause. Someone who gives you that sense of calm when the world might be falling around you. The perfect partner who knows you better than yourself sometimes.

In theory

The idea of soulmates is brilliant. But there's the small fact you have to consider. The fact of you have to find them first.

That's the part Rose struggled with.

Now they did have some help. Everyone had the day they meet their soulmate tattooed on their wrist. So you could imagine the feeling when Rose's tattoo told her she would meet her soulmate on Valentine's Day of all days.

Rose couldn't believe her luck. It seemed like something out of a movie. When she was younger she would always imagine these romantic chance encounters that would lead to her meeting her soulmate. Like something out of a fairy tail. How she would meet her soulmate and would be swept off her feet for the love holiday and fall in love.

The thought of it sounded perfect except for one thing......

The tattoo told you the day....not the year

So it was a repetitive cycle of heartbreak as Rose would wake up excited for Valentine's Day only to be disappointed when she wouldn't meet her soulmate. She tried to stay optimistic but it was hard when year after year pasted only for her to remain single on her own having no one to celebrate the holiday with.

Now it wasn't fool proof. I mean there was plenty of other situations where the soulmate tattoo failed. There was Lindsey and Sonnet for example. Obviously they had both met at camp but they had never expected it to be one of their teammates. And Sonnett still to this day would have thought her soulmate would have been that girl at the coffee shop if it wasn't for a friendly game of Truth or Dare at a team bonding session which she was dared to kiss her the blonde colorado native which revealed their initials which burned underneath their tattoos.

It also didn't help that this year Rose had to spend Valentine's Day in camp surrounded by couples.

"Who shit in your cereal?" Kelley laughs as she see Rose glare at the Valentine's decorations that littered the meal room. "Shut it" Rose mutters as she stabs at her breakfast with her spoon. "What's up Rosie?" Alex asks as she sits beside her best friend. Sonnett laughs, "Yeah you don't look really in the loving spirit".

Rose just rolls her eyes, "Well excuse me that I don't feel up for celebrating Valentine's Day when I'm the only person on the team who hasn't met their soulmate". Mal gives the girl a small smile, "Sorry Rosie". Alex gives her a sympathetic smile, "I know it sucks but you shouldn't let that get you down. Who knows? Maybe today will be the day you meet them?".

But Rose lets out a sigh as she plays with her food, "I rather not get my hopes up only to be disappointed. Like every year". "Well what are your plans for the day?" Mal asks trying to stir away from the conversation of Love which was clearly upsetting the girl. Rose just shrugs, "Probably the same as every year I'll probably end up just watching TV and drown myself in junk food and wait until the day passes".

Sonnett scoffs, "How are you planning on meeting your soulmate if you don't even leave the hotel?" Rose just gives the blonde a look, "That is rich coming from the pair that thought that having the same tattoo was a coincidence. If it wasn't for Kelley daring you to kiss each other at Truth or Dare you idiots still wouldn't know". Sonnett pouts, "Harsh". Lindsey shrugs, "But true".

Kelley points her fork at the blondes, "I still expect to be godmother of your first child.....or your child be named at me I'm fine with either".

While the two blondes blush furiously, Kelley turns back to Rose, "They are right though". Rose just glares at the defender as she raises her hands in surrender, "Hey how do you expect the love of your life to find you if you don't even give them a chance?"

Rose huffs because as much as she didn't want it admit it, Kelley was right. The chance of her soulmate finding her while she was couped up in her room feeling sorry for herself was very unlikely. "Well what do you want me to do? Walk around wearing a sign saying, "Are you my soulmate?""

Kelley shrugs, "I mean if it works..."

Alex sighs and shakes her head, "And you were doing so well..." Kelley looks at her best friend hurt, "Hey!" Mal turns to Rose, "They're right you should do something tonight". Rose bites her lip she knew her teammates were right but after years of searching she really didn't feel like having another let down. Mal puts her hand on the midfielders shoulder, "Look some of us were planning on going to a club tonight. You should come with us".

Rose frowns, "I don't know Mal". Lindsey jumps in, "C'mon it'll be fun! Worst case scenario you don't meet them and you have a good time with us. Best case scenario you find your soulmate and you thank us forever".

Rose bites her lip as she thinks for a second before sighing running her hand through her hair, "Fine what do I have to lose". The youngsters cheer as Mal wraps her arm around her, "Tonight's gonna be fun!" Rose sighed

She could only hope so

...........

Rose soon realised early on that her friends were wrong. They had barely been in the club and hour and she had already lost her friends. Granted they had lost Lindsey and Sonnett 15 minutes after entering the club. Rose rolled her eyes thinking that they were no doubt making out in the bathroom right now or worst not that Rose wanted to think about the later.

All she knew is that one second she was dancing with Mal and the others and the next she suddenly couldn't see anyone. She felt like she had searched the entire club but couldn't find any of her friends. Rose pushed her way through the crowd hoping to find someone at the bar hopefully (she knew there was a 50 percent chance Kelley would be there) only to be disappointed when she didn't find anyone.

Rose let out a sigh as she slips her phone out of her to text the girls but before she can even switch on the phone she feels someone sliding up to her. A bit too close for her liking. "Hey there". Rose looks up to see a man smiling at her. Rose had to hold back a wince as he looked her up and down with what could only he described as a predatory look. Rose could only give him a small smile before turning away slightly trying to text one of the girls. But obviously he didn't get the hint as he just leans closer into her, "You here alone?"

Letting out a sigh she turns back to him, "I'm sorry but I have to go". She pushes her way back to the entrance before leading the club. Rose starts to text Mal that she was leaving to go back to the hotel when she bumped into someone.

"Oof" she grunts as she stumbles backwards from the collision. But before she could fall arms wrap around her steading her. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry". Rose shakes it off, "It's fine. I wasn't looking where I was going".

But when Rose looked up she let out a small gasp

As blue met green it had felt like the world had stopped. It was like Rose had temporarily forgot how to breathe as she looked into the stunning green eyes that peered down at her. And they would have no doubt stayed like that if it weren't for the shout behind her.

Rose couldn't help the groan as she turned to see the same guy from the club had followed her out. He gives her a grin, "There you are!" Rose sighs before speaking bluntly, "Look I'm sorry but I'm not interested". The man didn't look a bit deterred though as he just shrugs with a smile, "You sure I can't change your mind?" Before Rose can even think about saying anything she feels someone wrap their arm around her waist, "I think she's okay". I look behind me to see the same person from before that I bumped into her.

The guy looked a little taken back before he shakes it off, "Well if you ever change your mind you know where to find me". He sends the soccer player one last wink because strolling back into the club. Rose scoffs before smiling at her saviour, "Thanks. I don't think he would have left me alone if you hadn't stepped in".

But the stranger just shyly rubs the back of her neck, "No worries. Consider it an apology for barging into your earlier". It was this time that Rose got a good look at her saviour. She was seemed to tower over her. Not as tall as Sam but still tall. She was wearing jeans paired with a tight muscle tee which showed off her biceps. But what drew Rose in was the soft green eyes. They were so gentle and caring.

Rose suddenly realised that she was staring and blushed brightly already feeling the heat pour off her face, "W-well uh t-thank you for the help. I'm sorry for bumping into you". She gives me a smile, "I-its no problem".

Rose bit her lip playing with her phone before smiling at her, "Uh well I better go". Rose was silently hoping she would say something to stop her from leaving but she only nods. The midfielder gives her one last smile before brushing past her. She couldn't deny that the simple contact sent shivers up her spine like a shock of electricity.

But Rose had only made it about 5 steps before she was called back. Rose had to bite her lip to try and stave off the smile before she turned back around. The girl was sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, "Uh do you mind if I walk you back? Just so I know you get there safely". But she immediately starts to stutter, "Uh unless that's weird. Yeah that's weird I-I'm sorry. Feel free to tell me to get lost".

But the poor girl was cut off by Rose giggling, "Yeah I would like that". She grins as she falls into step with the soccer player as they start the trek back to the hotel. It's quiet for a moment before the girl speaks up again, "I never got your name?" The midfielder smiles up at her, "Rose". She starts to chuckle making Rose tilt her head at her, "What?" She shrugs, "Nothing just that my name is Daisy". Rose couldn't help but snort, "Seriously?" She nods, "Seriously".

After that the conversation just flowed. The two were able to talk about anything and everything. Rose talked about soccer and her love of dogs which sparked off Daisy talking about her job as a vet. She even showed Rose some pictures of the animals she helped even if Rose mainly focused on the dogs.

But sadly it seemed that their time was up as they came up to the hotel. They stopped at the entrance neither knowing what exactly to do and both hoping to find some way of making this run longer. "Well this is me" Rose says quietly. Daisy just rocks on the balls of her feet, "Yeah.."

Rose bites the inside of her cheek hoping that something anything would happen to prevent her from going inside just yet. Rose had never felt more connected to anyone like this. Sure she had met people that she thought could have been her soulmate but none that gave her butterflies like this. But part of her held back scared of yet another failed attempt which she couldn't help after years of false hope.

But before she could even think of anything to say it was Daisy who filled the silence, "I-I know we've only met but c-can I try something?" Rose just silently nods as she watches the girl nervously step towards her. The soccer players breathe hitches as the taller girl cupped her face in her hands. But she couldn't help but lean into the warmth of her hand. Daisy searched her eyes looking for any bit of hesitance or doubt but when she found none she started to lean in. Both of them slowly started to lean until their lips met in a sweet and gentle kiss.

The kiss was unlike anything the girls had ever felt before. It would have gone on longer if no doubt for the burn they both felt on their wrists' making them pull back. Rose smiles down at the D.C now tattooed on her wrist forever more before looking up at her soulmate, "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that". Daisy just chuckles as she pulls out her wallet, "I always carry this in my wallet. It always felt right, I just didn't really know why until now".

Rose scrunches her face until Daisy hands her a pressed flower....a rose to be exact. Rose smiles brightly before leaning back up to press another kiss to her lips. And that was the start of the story of Rose and Daisy. And their blossom relationship.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #rose lavelle imagines #rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle x reader #uswnt

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ivyxmoore · 2 years

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did IVY LYNN MOORE chase one of seven sins seven miles down the coast? originally from DENVER, CO, the TWENTY-FIVE YEAR OLD CIS WOMAN is a DANCE TEACHER and has lived in the key for FOUR YEARS. SHE is suppose to call NEWTON APARTMENTS home, but there is always temptation lurking between the streets and the ocean that keeps HER from heading back. sinners and saints take many forms, but they look like DOVE CAMERON and on their way to make decisions, good and bad, they always seem to sway to the beat of KISS ME MORE DOJA CAT FT. SZA.

tw: divorce, divorced parents

name: ivy lynn moore

age: 25

birthday: march 19th, 1996

gender & pronouns: cis-female, she/her

hometown: denver, colorado

occupation: Dance Teacher

hair color: typically blonde ( loves to change it up though )

height: 5′2

tattoos: a butterfly on her ribcage

+ traits: imaginative, compassionate, selfless, unworldly

- traits: idealistic, secretive, escapist, weak-willed

background.

tw: divorce

born and raised in denver, colorado to amy and ben moore.

her parents divorced when she was three years old.

she was raised by her mother mostly as her father moved to california and she only saw him during the summertime. she wasn’t that close to him as he spent most of the summer busy with work and then got remarried when she was fourteen.

she has a younger sister that’s eleven years old and two step-siblings that are closer to her age.

from about the age of four onwards, she took dance lessons, started cheerleading at five, and took guitar lessons once she turned 10.

went to college to get a bachelor’s degree in dance, loves being able to teach others something she is so passionate about.

she loves keeping busy and spends a lot of her day daydreaming or lost in her own world.

she’s always loved making new friends but also enjoys her alone time to just be with her thoughts or hobbies.

loves shopping at thrift stores and has started to learn to make her own clothes.

personailty.

a huge daydreamer and loves to use her imagination. definitely the one friend to constantly say can you imagine.

very loyal to the ones she cares about and will always have their backs if they need her.

though she does have a problem with giving into peer pressure and being impulsive.

a good listener and is pretty empathetic when it comes to people, even if she doesn’t know them that well.

doesn’t like giving too much away about herself, you have to be someone pretty close to her for her to open up and even then it’s hard for her.

has a bit of trouble with trust.

zones out quite a bit so sometimes you have to say things to her multiple times for it to stick.

wanted connections/plots.

best friend.

ex.

ex best friend.

enemies.

hookup

friends with benefits

friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

lovers to enemies

lovers to friends

etc.

#sevenmiles.intro #about.

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mantratattoosblog · 1 year

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Tattoo Shops in Denver

Denver, Colorado is a thriving city that boasts of its rich cultural heritage, picturesque landscapes, and a vibrant art scene. It is a city that is known for its diverse communities, excellent food, and of course, its tattoo culture. Tattoo shops in Denver are a reflection of the city's artistic energy, and there is no shortage of talented tattoo artists who can create stunning pieces of body art. In this blog post, we will explore the best tattoo shops in Denver, their history, and the unique styles of tattooing that they offer.

The History of Tattooing in Denver

Tattooing has a long and colorful history in Denver. It is believed that the first tattoo parlor in Denver was opened in the 1930s by a man named Bud Hightower. Hightower was a former carnival worker who settled in Denver and opened a shop called The Tattooery. The shop was located on 1695 Wadsworth Boulevard, Lakewood, which was then the main street in Denver. The Tattooery became a popular destination for tattoo enthusiasts, and soon, other tattoo parlors began to open up in the city.

In the 1950s and 60s, tattooing experienced a decline in popularity in Denver. This was due in part to the rise of the conservative culture of the time, which looked down on tattoos as a form of rebellion. However, by the 1970s, tattooing began to make a comeback, and by the 1980s, it was once again a popular form of body art.

Today, tattooing is a thriving industry in Denver, with dozens of tattoo shops offering a wide range of styles and techniques.

The Best Tattoo Shops in Denver

Certified Customs Tattoo

Certified Customs Tattoo is one of the best tattoo shops in Denver the shop is known for its talented artists and high-quality work. The artists at Certified Customs specialize in a wide range of styles, including traditional, black and gray, color, and new school.

Marion Street Tattoo

Marion Street Tattoo is a cozy tattoo shop located in the heart of Capitol Hill. The shop is known for its friendly and welcoming atmosphere, as well as its talented artists. The artists at Marion Street Tattoo specialize in a variety of styles, including traditional, neo-traditional, and black work.

Th'Ink Tank Tattoo

Th'Ink Tank Tattoo is a unique tattoo shop located in the Baker neighborhood. The shop is known for its innovative approach to tattooing and its commitment to providing a safe and comfortable environment for clients. The artists at Th'Ink Tank specialize in a variety of styles, including traditional, black and gray, and new school.

Kaze Gallery

Kaze Gallery is a tattoo shop and art gallery located in the Santa Fe Arts District. The shop is known for its beautiful and intricate tattoos, as well as its commitment to supporting local artists. The artists at Kaze Gallery specialize in a variety of styles, including Japanese, traditional, and black and gray.

In conclusion, Denver is home to a vibrant and diverse tattoo culture, with numerous tattoo shops offering a wide range of styles and designs. Whether you're looking for traditional Americana tattoos or more contemporary and abstract designs, you're sure to find a talented artist in Denver who can bring your vision to life.

When choosing a tattoo shop in Denver, it's important to do your research and find a reputable establishment with experienced artists who prioritize safety and hygiene. By reading reviews, checking out artists' portfolios, and asking questions about their process and equipment, you can ensure that you're getting a high-quality tattoo that will last a lifetime. Ultimately, getting a tattoo is a personal decision, and choosing the right tattoo shop and artist is a crucial part of the process. With so many great options in Denver, it's a city that's sure to satisfy any tattoo enthusiast's desires.

#custom tattoo shop #tattoo shops in denver

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babbushka · 4 years

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Paradise Inn

(this is entirely @autumnlovesadam‘s fault)

Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Kylo Ren

In a small town just outside of Colorado Springs, there's a motel called Paradise Inn. The rooms are cheap, the furniture leaves much to be desired, the walls are thin -- but it's your favorite place to have filthy, raunchy, seedy sex with two favorite boys, Flip and Kylo.

And there's a vacancy.

5k; NSFW (threesome MMF, double penetration PIV, dom!Flip, service top!Kylo, lactation kink/breastfeeding, semi-public sex, derogatory name calling/dirty talk, multiple positions & orgasms, marathon sex)

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The engine quiets next to a big black motorcycle outside the shop, the familiar store-front bringing a smile to your lips. Flip turns the motorcycle off, and your arms relax around his middle, no longer concerned with falling off. It’s new, the bike, a surprise present you and Kylo worked on together. He builds them, these custom motorcycles, and he does a damn good job.

You’re excited to see him, Kylo. It’s been a couple days since you were able to get together, and even longer since you got to do what you were about to go ask.

“Be back in two shakes.” You kiss Flip’s cheek, and he smiles at you, gives your ass a light pat as you hop off the back of the motorcycle and head into the shop.

You catch your reflection in the mirror, black leather halter top and dark wash jeans. Flip’s Sherpa coat protects your arms, but you let it slip off your shoulders, wanting to catch Kylo’s attention.

He’s there right in the front, looking up as the little bell dings for a new customer. You’re not any ol’ customer though, you’re special, you’re always special. Kylo excuses himself to the man he was talking to, and opens his arms for you.

“Kylo!” You let yourself get scooped up by this hulking man. His tattoos are on full display as they wind around you and hold you tight. You kiss him sweetly on the mouth, no tongue, not yet.

“Long time no see, sweets.” He huffs against your mouth with mock-offense, making you roll your eyes and pull away from him playfully. He throws up a hand in a wave to Flip who waves back, smoking his cigarette outside.

“You came over for dinner Friday night.” You point out.

“It’s Thursday.” Kylo counters, and you grin.

That grin, he knows that grin. He knows it, knows what it means. Trouble, that’s what. Trouble in the best of ways. His dick is already twitching in his jeans, he’s already getting hard for you, for what he knows is coming.

You back him up against the cashier counter, your hand hidden between your bodies as your palm rubs up and down the crotch of his jeans, feeling just how hard he is.

It makes your mouth water, so you grin.

“Let me make it up to you?” You whisper in his ear, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. You can feel it, when your other hand reaches up to cradle the back of his skull, his long black hair silky and soft through your fingertips.

“Hm?” He’s already lost in your touch, your smell, he shudders as your nails scrape lightly against his scalp.

“We got a babysitter; Flip and I are going to…go for a ride.” You look at him, really look at him, nearly going cross-eyed from it, from trying to convey the true meaning of your words when you ask him, “Join us? Please?”

“Is – are you good for – you know – ” Kylo asks nervously, making you bite your lips with excitement.

“It’s been long enough and the doc cleared me, I’m good for it.” You reassure him. He sighs with relief, always careful with you, never wanting to hurt you. It had been nearly three months since giving birth to your daughter, and you were ready to get back into bed. “We missed you. I missed you.”

Your stomach does flips when he licks across his teeth and replies, “Let me get my jacket.”

You walk out of the shop together, and Flip pinches his cigarette to put it out when you get close enough. You cup Flip’s cheeks in your hands and kiss him deeply, tasting the Camel on his teeth, inhaling the sigh he gives you.

“Hey Flip.” Kylo says, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Thanks for coming.” Flip accepts it heartily, gives him the closest thing to a smile Flip ever gives anyone other than you.

“Always,” He shrugs, before reaching out and caressing the side of your face, “Who could ever say no to her?”

“Who would want to?” Flip agrees, and this time, Kylo is the one who almost smiles.

Your heart soars, watching your two favorite boys be good with one another.

“I’m riding with you the way there, and Flip the way back.” You tell Kylo, and he nods, one leg over his black hog and turning her on. You’re quick to follow, snuggling yourself against his back.

“Where to?” He asks Flip, because Flip’s the one who gives the orders when it’s the three of you.

“The usual place, but the diner first. I’m starving.” Flip replies easily.

With that, you all put on your helmets and the engines roar back to life, loud and nasty on the street as Kylo and Flip pull onto the open stretch of road ahead.

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Sunset in the mountains is gorgeous, you can’t help but think. Kylo and Flip cruise at a steady pace, and you nestle your head against Kylo’s back, watching the world move past. The Rockies are have exploded into a beautiful purple landscape, the sky a tie-dyed vision of lavenders magentas and fuchsia. Kylo focuses on the winding path ahead, and you focus on the feeling of the hot leather seat between your legs, how the vibrations make your clit throb.

You’re glad it’s not a far way to the next town over, you’re glad, you don’t know if you’d be able to wait too much longer.

Speak of the devil, you think, as the streetlamps of the sleepy little town come into view. The anticipation thrills you, as the tires eat the road away, the little neon sign of the diner grows larger and larger, until Kylo and Flip are pulling up into the parking lot.

Flip immediately moves to you, winds his arm around your middle and tugs you close to his side. He and Kylo look like twins almost, which you think is funny because Kylo does have twin brothers, and Flip certainly isn’t one of them.

Still, the hostess eyes them up and down, their dark hair, their strong intimidating statures, the way they’re both dressed in dark jeans and leather jackets…and you, in the middle of them, standing and waiting for a table.

“Smoking section, please.” Flip mutters, not one for wasting time.

She doesn’t say anything, just nods once and grabs a couple of menus. Not like you need them, you’ve come here one time too many, you know what you order, what you like. The waitress knows, she recognizes the three of you.

She doesn’t say anything, just gives you the menu at your table and lets you be.

You sit at one of those corner tables, the kind that’s one big booth that wraps around. Kylo slides in first, you after him, and Flip at the end, sandwiching you between them on the red and white leather seat.

A different woman comes over, much less suspecting than the first, barely looks up at you as she pulls out her little notebook, and a pen, asking you, “What’ll you have honey?”

“Number 2 combo?” You’re polite, overly polite because you know that you’ll have to make up for the brusqueness of the men on either side of you. “With a basket of fries, and a large vanilla shake with two cherries, please.”

“Boys?” The waitress asks.

“Double cheeseburger with no pickles, and a coke. Please.” Flip replies, smoking his cigarette, already handing her the menu. You smile and kiss his chin, the goatee tickling your lips for a moment or two.

“Same.” Kylo replies, and you squeeze his thigh, a little warning. “Please.”

You grin at him, and the waitress leaves without another word.

The diner is full, nearly every table is packed. You don’t care, neither of you do. Flip’s got one arm slung across the back of the booth, his leg crossed over his thigh. Kylo’s leaned back against the booth, his legs spread. They’re both hard and you wonder how long it’s going to be before Flip decides that he’s ready to go to the motel.

You thank the waitress for the food when it gets delivered, and immediately go for the milkshake. You pluck the cherries off the stem with your teeth and chew them slowly, before one at a time tying the stem into a knot with your tongue and teeth.

“One for my honey,” You kiss Flip, passing the first cherry knot into his mouth, before turning to Kylo and doing the same, “And one for my baby.”

“You’re real fuckin’ good at that ketsl, aren’t you?” Flip grins, chewing on the cherry stem for a moment, because your man isn’t nothing if he’s not a chewer, before pulling it out of his mouth and letting it rest on the little napkin coaster.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” You tease, a little bubble of laughter escaping your throat.

“What’s so funny?” Kylo asks, his hand creeping between your legs, squeezing your thigh with his big palm.

“I’m just excited. I hope they have a room open.” You say honestly, earnestly in a way that has Kylo licking his lips, giving you a little half smirk. Flip smiles, smokes his cigarette.

“Yeah? Your pussy’s wet for it?” Kylo asks, his voice very low, deep and dark in your ear. It sends shivers up your spine, your thighs press together.

He smirks again, he can feel it with the hand creeping ever closer.

“Mmhmm, want a feel?” You dare, making his eyebrows shoot up a little, looking up to Flip.

“Here?” He asks, nodding slightly to the reminder that you’re all in a very public space. No one is looking at you, no one cares, everyone too preoccupied with their own affairs, their own dinner.

“Touch her.” Flip nods, baritone rumbling through your chest. “It’s okay.”

Kylo carefully, ever so subtly, pops open the fly of your jeans and wedges his hand into your underwear. His fingers slip and slide through the folds of your pussy, his cock throbbing in his own jeans as you spread your legs a little further. It’s all so discreet, no one would ever know what’s going on under that booth. Kylo’s good about things like that.

He rubs at your cunt for a while, your clit pulsing under the heat of his thumb, big and broad and rubbing soothing little circles that make your nerves short out, make you slurp a little harder on your milkshake. Your hand holds his wrist in place, you grind against the heel of it, and Flip tries his best not to grin.

You make the sweetest little sounds, doing your best not to move, not to be loud, not to be heard over the chatter of the diner, but when your eyes start to flutter and roll back, Kylo knows he has to stop.

“Pretty fuckin’ wet.” He eventually decides, pulling his hand away before you come, because it’d be bad if he got you coming right here – you come so loud after all – and buttons you back up.

“Well I gotta fit both of you, so it better be.” You turn back to Flip and kiss him a little, a couple chaste smooches against the warm skin of his throat.

“Oh is that what we’re doing tonight?” Kylo regards you and Flip carefully. You turn your attention to Flip too, eager to see what he has to say.

“Yeah, it is.” He says, before taking another bite out of the burger.

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True to your word you ride over to the motel with Kylo, knowing that Flip will get you on the way back. With each second that passes, you only get more and more worked up, practically shaking as Kylo waits out in the motel parking lot, while you and Flip go inside to pay for the room.

“One room please.” Flip requests, already pulling out his fat wallet. He always carries cash for things like this – not that he’s got anything to hide from anyone, because you’re right there with him, but it just makes life a little less messy when there’s no paper trail.

The guy at the reception desk sees Kylo outside, and glances over at you carefully.

“How many people?” He asks, a little too suspiciously, but not suspiciously enough for either of you to give a shit.

“Oh a single king is fine.” Flip replies, his tone brooking no argument.

“Check-out’s at eleven.” The man says, sliding a single tarnished key attached to a Paradise Inn key-ring.

“Perfect, thank you.” You flash him a winning smile, and you pretend not to notice the way he stares after you as Flip holds open the door.

Lucky number 17, you find the door of your room easily. There’s not much, but then again you’re not here for a five star treatment. It’s small, brown shag carpeting from the door to the bathroom, with nothing more than a king sized bed, a black and white television on the dresser, and a lamp in the corner.

You barely get a second or two to take in the surroundings before Flip’s hands are on you. There’s a reason you wore the halter top, with one zip your tits are out and your nipples stiff against the cool air of the A/C. He rubs them with his rough thumbs, and you loop your arms around his neck as his hands travel lower lower lower, working on your jeans.

“Hi.” You say to him, your voice breathy and soft, excited.

“Hey honey-bunny.” Flip smiles back against your lips and then frowns at you like he’s angry about somethin’. He grabs your jaw and gives your face a little shake. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmhmm, but tell me anyway.” You grin, bratty and naked as he walks you back back back towards the king.

“Lay down on the bed, let me take a look at you,” Flip licks his lips, strikes up a cigarette and puffs the smoke thick and heavy into the air. He breathes out through his nose “Damn, goddamn, you’re beautiful. We’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t know anything other than how beautiful you are.”

Flip works on unbuckling his belt, sliding it slowly out of the loops. You watch the movement, and so does Kylo.

“Did you bring the camera?” Kylo asks, knowing that sometimes, the first time Flip fucks you he likes Kylo to take pictures, all sorts of pictures from all sorts of angles.

Flip surprises him by shaking his head.

“No, not this time, this time’s just for the three of us. Come here.” He tells Kylo, turns him so that he’s facing you on the bed. You’ve pulled down the comforter and have thrown it to the floor so it doesn’t get too filthy, arms and legs spreading out beautifully in the sheets. Flip gives Kylo a gentle nudge, asks, “Do you want to kiss her?”

“Yes sir.” Kylo’s response is quick, and it makes Flip hum out in approval.

“Kiss her nice and slow, finger her open I want her ready for me by the time I’m done with my cigarette.” He pats Kylo on the back, and with the new permission, climbs up onto the bed with you.

He pulls your body to his, so that you’re facing one another on your sides, those muscular biceps flexing as they hold you close. Before he can really start, you tug the black t-shirt over his head, his chest exposed to you. Your hands splay across his pecs, and you gasp happily into his mouth as his left hand finds your pussy with his eyes closed.

“Your cunt’s so tight baby, how’d you manage that?” Kylo murmurs against your lips, thrusting one finger, then two, then three inside.

“Magic – oh!” Your eyes shoot open as he pushes those three fingers inside you up to his knuckles. He keeps them there are rubs against your walls, spreads his fingers, stretching you carefully. Your hips push down on his hand and you gasp again, this time a little harder. Immediately, Kylo’s other hand clamps down around your mouth.

“We can’t be too loud sweets.” He whispers, not stopping his pace at all, not letting up on your pussy, “These walls are thin, we can’t have anyone hearing you, they’ll know how much of a cockslut you are.”

“Kylo,” You whine, the sound muffled against his palm but still legible enough for them to hear, “I’m gonna come, Flip? Flip I’m – ”

Flip’s been smoking his cigarette at the foot of the bed, watching Kylo touch you, watching Kylo prepare you for him. He nods, even though you can’t see it, your eyes shut tight from the sensation of Kylo’s fingers stuffed up your pussy.

“You get to come as many times as you can tonight ketsl, don’t hold them back.” Flip rubs your calf soothingly, smirks at how your toes are curled and how your thighs tremble already.

“Thank you Philly -- ohh your hand’s just so fucking big Kylo, pleaseplease – a little harder please -- !” You encourage, and Kylo listens, always listens to what you say, to what you want. He’s a little rougher with you, a little faster, his fingers stiffening and curling inside you to rub against your gspot so that you can get out a quick orgasm before the night really begins.

He doesn’t even have to touch your clit before your body is snapping up for a split second, relaxing right after, shocks of pleasure ricocheting inside your brain.

“She’s ready for you.” Kylo kisses you softly and carefully eases his fingers out of your pussy.

You’ve done this often enough, you know what’s coming, but it still thrills you every time, still sends a jolt of adrenaline up your chest. Your ribs ache for it, for the feeling of being pressed between them, your orgasm glowing over your body as Flip puts his cigarette out.

“Good, hold onto her for me, hold her steady.” Flip tells Kylo.

Manhandling you, Kylo leans against the headboard of the shitty bed that squeaks and creaks and groans, and pulls your back against his chest. It’s broad and warm and already covered in a sheen of sweat, and you grin blissed out and in love, as you watch Flip shuck off his clothes.

Kylo wraps his hands beneath your thighs and holds them open. Flip smiles and kisses your pussy sweetly, swipes his tongue through the come and slick between your legs just once, before licking it off his lips and swallowing it down.

You let out a long moan when Flip pushes the head of his cock into you, your hips widening for him as you adjust yourself back against Kylo’s chest. Kylo kisses your neck, sucks on your earlobe while Flip bottoms out inside you, the feeling of fullness all the way up to your cervix making your knees want to fight Kylo’s grip.

“Flip,” You whine, your mouth seeking his, “Holy shit that’s good.”

“Kylo, rub her clit for me.” Flip smiles against your lips, sucks on your tongue as he rolls his hips against yours. Kylo’s fingers find their way back to your clit and he presses down with steady pressure in little circles. Flip groans as the sound of his cock thrusting in and out of you fills the air, “Your pussy’s so wet, pretty girl.”

“O-oh!” You moan, before suddenly, the overstimulation has your nipples leaking, making your eyes snap open with embarrassment, “Oh fuck, I’m sorry I – ”

“What’s that?” Kylo says, as Flip stops fucking you for a minute.

“Milk, shit, hand me the little towel?” You groan, one hand covering your face as Kylo lets your legs down, as Flip gives you some space.

“No – !” Kylo’s brain short-circuits, realizing that it’s your breastmilk, suddenly strangely fiercely protective of it. He doesn’t want it to go to waste, not something so precious as that, something that comes from you, something for the life that you’ve created with Flip. “No I’ll, can I -- ?”

You and Flip look at each other, before looking back at him, and he feels his heart hammer in his chest. He doesn’t know how to explain it, he just…he just thinks it would be wrong to wipe it away, not when…not when he could savor it.

“Of course you can.” You whisper, and this is new, this is something you haven’t done before, either with Flip or with Kylo or anyone else.

But damn, you’re eager to try.

Kylo shuffles out from under you, and you settle down onto the mattress again. Flip moves over you again, his arms holding your legs up around his hips as his cock sinks back into your cunt. Kylo licks up the milk that’s dripped from your nipples and sighs at the taste, his finger returning to your clit as he lays himself down so his head can rest on your sternum, your breast in his other hand as he latches himself to your nipple and sucks.

“Mmmmm.” You moan, one hand pulling Flip down to make out with him as he fucks you, your other hand carding gently through Kylo’s hair.

The sensation is overwhelming – the suction on your nipple as Kylo drinks his fill, his rough fingers on your clit, Flip’s cock dragging in and out of you, in and out in and out it drives you insane, it drives you over the edge, it makes your back arch and your toes curl and your eyes sting with pleasure, with the overstimulation on all ends.

“Aw fuck, fuck Flip – Kylo – fuck I’m – ” You’re hiccupping, panting, sweat sweat sweating all over and Flip knows you’re going to come again, he speeds his hips up, brings you closer closer closer, and you’re sobbing out their names, “Flip, Ky! Please!”

You come hard on Flip’s cock on Kylo’s fingers, cunt clenching down around them. Flip fucks you through it, you’re not done yet, not yet, not even getting started.

“You think you can take both of us?” Flip asks you seriously, sweetly, calmly. He doesn’t want to hurt you, never wants to hurt you, and so he makes sure you can handle it.

“Please!” Your eyes are clouded from orgasm as it rips through you, but there’s clear certainty in your voice when you shudder through the pleasure that you want, that they’re going to give you.

“Ky.” Flip places a sweating hand on his back, getting his attention. Kylo nods, pulls off of your nipple and licks up the droplets of milk that linger on his red swollen lips.

Kylo lays down on his back, and Flip gets off of you, grabs you carefully and settles you right on Kylo’s cock. It’s roughly the same size as Flip’s, although not as thick around the shaft, and you’re boneless above him as you sink down on it with a great big moan.

Flip kneels behind you, and whispers into your ear to relax as he pushes his cock inside your pussy too. You let your hips drop to accommodate them, and your nipples leak onto Kylo’s stomach as you cry, it’s too good, it’s so much and not enough because neither of them are moving and if they don’t start to move soon you might just lose your mind.

“You’re doing so good baby.” Flip’s hands hold you up, you can’t do it yourself, you’re drooling all over yourself and trying your best not to scream. Still, Flip asks, “Does it feel good?”

“Uh-huhh, you’re both really fucking big I – oh!” You let a big string of drool land on Kylo’s face, and he just licks it up, eyes wide, pupils blown black with lust. You can barely see one another in the shitty light of the lamp, but it’s enough to see how fucking hungry they both are for you.

“I’m going to come soon.” Kylo grunts out.

Now that he’s got his cock in you too, he’s starting to lose the ability to form coherent sentences. The tightness of your pussy and the friction of Flip’s cock rubbing against his own have his whole body tensing and flexing, shuddering and shaking as you moan and cry cry cry on top of him.

“Not fucking yet.” Flip growls through clenched teeth.

“Flip,” You sob, rocking back on the two cocks that can barely fit inside you, on the cusp of another orgasm that you’re almost afraid is going to hurt from how good it’ll be.

Flip thrusts into you harder, faster, he’s close too, you know he is, you can tell, can tell with how he’s starting to bite down on your shoulder, bite enough that he could break skin.

“No, not yet.” Flip shakes his head, hair sweaty and falling in his face as he corrals your body up and off him, with a harsh, “Pull out of her. I’m gonna come in you okay ketsl?”

“Please Flip, fill me up honey.” You cry into his mouth as he kisses you deeply, passionately, rolling you onto your sides so he can have one hand on your hip and the other splayed out across your back.

He grunts with a muffled shout against your lips and comes, shoots a hot thick load into your cunt and groans through it, hips pushing it deeper. He stays like that for a few moments, before forcing himself to pull out of your throbbing aching pussy. His come oozes onto your folds, drips and pools onto your slit. He strokes himself to make sure that every last drop gets on your pussy, before he collapses down onto the mattress with a loud groan, chest heaving.

“Fuck my come back into her, slowly Kylo.” Flip orders the man who had been fucking his fist to keep himself from shouting out your name. Kylo’s so quick to scramble back on top of your body, that Flip lets out a chuckle as he lights another cigarette and breathes, “Go slow, don’t come yet.”

“She’s so hot, you’re so fucking hot, sweets.” Kylo moans as he rubs the head of his dick into Flip’s come, pushes it through your folds and into your cunt. The squelch is slick, heady and so thick, the room smells so much like sex that Kylo almost blacks out from that alone, from the all consuming feeling of you.

“Thank you Kylo.” You slur your words, blissed out of your mind, the world moving in slow motion as Kylo takes long drags in and out of your pussy, pushing more of Flip’s come back into your body with each thrust.

“C-can I come, Flip, please,” Kylo sweats all over you, it drips down from his nose, the ends of his hair. He drools into the pit of your throat, and Flip breathes smoke through his nostrils like a great languid dragon, watching your face.

“No, not until she comes one more time.” Flip smiles at you softly, turning your face to meet his as he kisses you, his tongue hot and thick against yours as he sucks on your bottom lip. “You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you ketsl?”

“P-Phil I – yesyes I –” You cut yourself off and come for the last time of the evening, nothing but sensations, lights and sounds and feeling all around you. You feel like you can taste it, up in your throat, how much come there is inside you. Your hands rub at your lower stomach, it’s like you can feel it, sloshing around inside you. “I’m so full.”

“Here honey-bunny,” Flip gives Kylo a nod, “You can take some more, here.”

Kylo comes so hard that his arms give out on top of you, and he falls with a thud onto your messy chest. You’re all disgusting, covered in spit and tears and sweat, milk and come, all mixing all over these sheets. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a reminder to leave more cash for the maid in the morning.

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Everything is quiet, as the three of you catch your breath. Kylo comes in you just as much as Flip does, and you moan in the back of your throat at the thought of it mixing together, your two favorite boys inside you.

“Thank you Philly, thank you Ky.” You mumble, your eyes shut, mind already starting to drift off to sleep. You’re exhausted, after all that, and the pillowcase is cool and so inviting.

“You’re welcome sweets.” Kylo pulls out of you, his cock softening enough that you only wince a little from the overstimulation.

“Anything for my girl.” Flip pulls you to him once again, never wanting you too far away, wanting you close to him.

“Sleep?” You tuck your head under his chin, already snuggling against him, not caring about anything else in the entire world other than the heartbeat underneath your cheek.

“No, no not yet, we gotta get cleaned up.” Flip cards his fingers through your tangled knotted hair, picking apart the sweatier pieces and coaxing you up with little kisses. “C’mon ketsl, shower time.”

“I can’t get up.” You complain, and Flip chuckles because after the night you just had, he’d be surprised if you’d be okay to walk for a couple of days.

It was a good thing the weekend was just around the corner, he thinks, because he doesn’t envision you getting out of bed at all when he gets you back home, when you leave the motel in the morning. Still, you can’t not shower and use the bathroom, so he pats Kylo’s shoulder.

“Ky, give me a hand?” He asks, hoping to get some help from the man.

Thankfully, Kylo’s awake enough to shoulder some of the weight as the three of you shuffle your way to the bathroom. The hot water is blissful on your sore muscles, and you groan and moan and sigh with happiness as big strong hands wash your body, your hair, your face.

In the morning, the three of you will sneak out well before anyone will have any clue that you’ve gone. You’ll wrap your arms around Flip’s middle as he rides the motorcycle back towards home. You’ll pick up your daughter from your dear friend who knows what you get up to and doesn’t judge, and whenever anyone else asks where you’ve been, well…you won’t be lying when you tell them paradise.

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