#sarah sanderson x reader

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I got sick this week, but, I already have the visuals for the fanfics. I'm working as fast as I can.

[rodeo-clowns]

Hi can I request Sarah Sanderson x female reader who has like a not so great best friend who treats the reader terribly (making fun of pushes around etc) but the reader is too scared to drop her?

I Know How to Hex You

Modern!Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader

A/N: Ty for requesting this! So sorry it took me like fifty years to write it, I’ve been struggling to write a lot these past few months, I have a lot on my plate. I set this as if Sarah was born in the 20th century, so both her and the reader are around like the same age. Sorry if the insults are a bit much, I just felt like this request hit really close to home as I realized recently that a close friend of mine was just really mean and was always against me so this is a bit of a vent fic. Also if you can’t tell, I started watching SATC, so there are some references in the text lol. I hope you enjoy ! <3

Word Count: 1,250 words! (One of my longest yet!!)

Warnings: Angst that ends with fluff, Body shaming, cursing, drinking, kissing, horrible friends (never keep bad friends y’all! learnt that the hard way, ouch), usage of Y/N and unproofread text (let me know if I missed anything!)

It was that time of the year again. Halloween, your favorite holiday in the world. Only this year the warm, welcoming yet spooky feeling of the holiday wasn’t there. You were currently standing in the corner at a Halloween party hosted by your friend, Becca while nursing a cosmo. You see, you were initially excited to attend the party, that is until Becca began making degrading comments.

Earlier that night at your apartment.

“Okay!” With a bright smile you open your bathroom door, stepping out. You were dressed head to toe in a cute witch costume. The dress on you was black with deep blue details and you had on a pointy black witch hat, accompanied by red lipstick and dark eye makeup. “Sooo,” you twirled around, showing off your costume to your friend Becca, who was seated on your bed. “What do you think?”

She looked up from her phone with a bored expression and stared at you for a good five seconds before she chuckled dryly. “You’re not serious are you?” she says with a mocking tone as she stands up, pocketing her phone. Your expression drops.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N…you can’t wear that! It is NOT flattering at all! I mean, what were you even thinking when you bought it?” She laughs and plucks the witch hat off your head. You look down at your costume. Was she right? Was the costume that you spent so much time shifting through thrift stores trying to put together really that horrible?

“Oh…” You respond, keeping your head down. You were hoping that Becca would get the hint and realize that she’d hurt you with her words, but she continued.

“I mean like be so fucking for real look at it,” she points to your figure in the floor length mirror across the room. In your reflection, you can see tears welling in your eyes, but Becca doesn’t seem to notice. “Already, you don’t even have a flattering body. These kinds of dresses are made for someone whose body is hot and sexy.” She says as her hands refer to her own body.

“I am hot and sexy,” you interject, trying to speak up for yourself as you always did when she’d get like this. She laughs loudly, the sound ringing in your ears, continuing on with her degradation before she gives up and looks at the time on her phone, stating that the two of you were going to be late for her party and that you had no time to change out of your “ugly ass dress” or change your “atrocious” makeup.

Present

Eventually, you leave the corner of Becca’s apartment, but only because you’ve now finished your cosmopolitan and need another if you’re going to get through tonight. Before you can enter the kitchen you hear your name pop up in a conversation that Becca is having with some friends of hers. “Ohhh my god do you see what Y/n’s wearing? It’s just awful,” she laughs out, wheezing in the process. “I mean she actually bought that and thought it was a good idea like who lied to her!?” You hear a few of her friends agree before you’ve had enough and step into the kitchen, grabbing a can of a random alcoholic beverage and step in front of Becca, who looks surprisingly shocked to see you. You shake the can aggressively before opening it right in front of her, spraying it all over her before she shouts in shock.

“Oops,” you slam the drink on her face and grab another can before you step out, grabbing your coat and bag from her crowded front entrance and leaving her apartment. You make it about two blocks before you break down crying in the middle of the sidewalk. Thankfully this part of Salem was deserted around that time of night, regardless of whether or not it was Halloween, meaning there was no one around to see you cry, or so you thought.

“Hello pretty,” you hear a voice say. You look up in shock, not expecting anyone to approach you. In front of you was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, sporting long blonde hair and a whimsical look in her eye. You sniffle before greeting her back. “What’s the matter?” She asks gently, staring deep into your eyes with a look of compassion, brushing hair away from your face.

“Oh…uh…just got into an argument with someone I considered as a sister,” you mumbled. ‘What is the matter with me?’ You thought to yourself. Why am I telling this beautiful stranger about my life? I just met her!’ Nonetheless, you disregarded your thoughts and continued to confide in the stranger, finding her presence comforting. Strangely she felt familiar, like…home.

“Oh?” She replies after listening to you rant your heart out. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, no one should treat such a beautiful creature such as yourself so horribly.” You felt flushed at her words, a sharp contrast to what you’d put up with with Becca. “You don’t believe me?” She says as she steps closer to you, crowding you against the pole of the streetlight behind you. Gingerly, you shake your head. “That’s okay,” she says, “I can prove it to you.”

“Y-you can?”

“Sure,” she smirks an award winning smirk, your breath hitches. “But only if you want me to,” her voice lowers, asking for your permission. You take a moment to look around, noticing that the street remains empty except the two of you. You nod and she laughs lightly, shaking her head. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes, I want you to prove it to me.” With that she smiles, and leans in, pressing a light kiss to your lips, it lasts less than three seconds but still you feel the wind knock you off your feet. As she pulls away, you look at her with awe. She smiles and speaks again.

“I’m Sarah.”

“Y/N.”

She smiles again and tells you that she’s never heard a name so beautiful in her life. This time, you’re the one who initiates the kiss, which leads into a small but heated make out session against the pole, your lips moving fervently against each other, like you can’t live without it. But before you can get too carried away, you hear footsteps behind you. You pull apart and look up to see Becca.

“What the fuck! Who’s this? Is this why you made such a scene back there? So you can go make out with this…Bimbo!?” She yells out, both invalidating your feelings and insulting Sarah. Sarah looks at you and whispers in your ear.

“Is this the friend that treated you horribly?” You nod in confirmation. She smirks, “Watch this.” Suddenly she flicks her wrist and Becca is gone. You gasp in shock.

“You’re-you’re a-”

“Witch?” She laughs. “I know, fun isn’t it? Don’t worry I didn't do anything bad to her, she's just back at her apartment complex, where she won’t remember this encounter.” She says it like it’s no big deal and at that moment, you couldn’t find yourself to care about Becca anymore, instead you wrap your arms around Sarah’s neck, leaning in.

“So what…else can you do with your magic?” You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with her. She laughs and raises her eyebrows. Before you can blink you’re suddenly in your own apartment, your arms still around Sarah.

“Let’s find out shall we?”

[sawyerconfort]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD!

New era, new masterlist!

Here we go!

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RULES (I know is pinned as heathers but is the same for every other fandom ;))

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HEATHERS

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN

YELLOWJACKETS

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RANDOMS

chiquitita | robin buckley x reader

juliet to your juliet | sarah sanderson x reader

a witch’s fear | sarah sanderson x reader

car’s outside | elizabeth olsen x reader [part 1 | part 2]

i see stars | cady heron (mean girls the musical) x reader

stargirl | wanda maximoff x reader

every breath you take | barbara minerva x reader (ongoing...)

take my breath away | nica pierce (chucky!nica) x reader

enjoy the silence | lorraine broughton x fem! reader

dancing with the devil | verna x reader

[miscellaneous-obsession]

Love Knows No Bounds

Request: @alwaysforladyesdeath 'Can you make one where Sarah gets her immortality and she finds her love from the past who is now an immortal witch like her (female reader pls).'

I adored this request, such a lovely ask!

Finally free of the shackles that once bound her to the black flame candle, the youngest Sanderson chose not to heed Winnie's trivial warnings of mankind, opting to take to the skies just as she once had three centuries prior. Unfamiliar terrain sprawled beneath her flight path, though undeterred Sarah glided through the air, eyes closed shut as she relished in the breeze that tickled her face. Tresses of blonde hair twisted behind her frame, warping with every shift in directionality she made at random.

After minutes of flying blind, cerulean orbs snapped open as Sarah's senses became overwhelmed by nostaligic scents reminscent of a past long forgotten. The heady smell of lavender wafted through the air, persuading her with ease to search for its place of origin. The closer the blonde became, the more prominent the undertones of sickly sweet honey emerged, leading her directly toward a cottage that once held significant meaning.

Landing safely, Sarah hastened her steps as the house materialised through the treeline, the wooden structure constructed deeper within the forbidden forest than most. Smoke plumed from the chimney column, a shade of ash grey, unnaturally tinted with tones of fushcia as the light hit it. Soon Sarah raised her fist to knock, though her efforts were in vain as the door swung open in haste, a stunned woman appearing on the other side.

Unchanged, despite the passage of time, was Y/N standing stock still in the doorway. The blonde felt her heart palpitate within her chest, threatening to escape the confines of her ribcage if it continued for a moment longer. A shaking hand was proffered, unsure of what it reached for, landing gently upon the blonde's cheek in an affectionate manner. Slowly, a thumb smoothed over Sarah's red-flushed skin, tracing nonsensical patterns as she ensured the woman before her was in fact real and very much alive.

"Please tell me that thine own eyes do not deceive me... Sarah, is it really thou?" Sarah's smile grew ten-fold in response, her head nodding furiously to wordlessly answer the question. Those lips then parted with a squeal as she found herself being spun in place, lithe arms holding her close and secure. Throughout which a flurry of kisses were then pressed across her face, the majority peppering the blonde's forehead and cheeks, leaving stains of lipstick in their wake.

"Pray tell how is it that you are here... for I recall your hanging so vividly?" The momentary pause and involuntary shudder that followed conveyed how traumatic the sight must have been. In an attempt to distract from horrid memories, Sarah clasped Y/N's hands within her own emphatically replying, "Oh but that matters not, Y/N for all I wish for is to be with you? Doth thou still feel the same?"

Abating the doubts that lingered within the blonde's head, Y/N replied with a question of her own, "My sweet Sarah, was that ever in question?"

Leaning forward in order to close the gap of mere inches that separated the pair, Y/N kissed Sarah passionately as though no time had lapsed at all. Reciprocating in kind, the blonde melted having sorely missed the intimacy so freely offered by the other woman. Willingly, Sarah allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold of the abode with a tantalising whisper, "I have missed thy immensely," all too eager to partake in their familiar game of cat and mouse once more.

[monsterswitchblog]

Ive given in im gonna write the most self indulgent comfort fic you have ever seen nobody can stop me

[msntoon]

Im working on it just very slowly because quality control

If I don’t see more Sarah Sanderson x Reader content I am going to shit myself😭

[naturesapphic]

So, you don't have to do this obviously it's your choice, but lady D x a reader whos kinda like Sarah Sanderson (hocas pocus). If you haven't seen that film think crazy kinda dumb blonde but naturally reader dosent have to be blonde.

Have a good day thank you for reading my ask! <3

Headcannon: reader being like Sarah Sanderson and being lady dimitrescu partner

Lady dimitresu x fem!reader

Warnings: none

- alcina was very surprised to have fallen in love with a mortal like you

- when y’all first met she was shocked at your boldness and flirting with her at the get go

- even though she was shocked, she was very amused

- she realized quickly that you were also very clumsy

- the first few weeks of you living in the castle being a maid

- it was a sight to see

- you knocked off more pots than her daughters did and that was a lot

- she got mad but then you flashed your puppy dog eyes at her and she oddly always let you get away with it

- alcina thought you may be hypnotizing her and may have her under a spell but you were mortal so that wouldn’t make sense

- you were also very seductive to get your way

- you would always tease your lady and sometimes it worked and other times it did not but it mainly worked when y’all got together

- alcina loved it though either way. It showed her how bold you are

- you were crazy and sadistic

- you would help her daughters catch men and women in the village.

- you would use your seductive charm and her daughters would come once they were distracted by you and would kill them

- you had fun helping them and thought it was a good bonding experience for all four of you

- alcina adored watching you get along with her daughters

- they were her life so it meant a lot to her

- once you two got together you became more crazy and sadistic but alcina loved it

- you may be slow in some aspects but you are hella smart

- alcina loves how happy and cute you are besides being a crazy bitch

- she just adores you for the way you are

A/n: hey anon I hope you enjoy this and I hope I got some of the character right haha and I hope you have a good day too! Thank you for the request. I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too and remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all!

[macabraa77]

31 days of Halloween movies 🎃🕷️🐈‍⬛👻

October 7th, Hocus pocus 🔮🧹🕯️🍂

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!” I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

[msntoon]

im gonna start writing again so ^^^^

Send me sarahxreader requests *pleaseee*

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I am happy to announce that I have officially finished another semester of college.

Which translates to, I'll be able to have more time to be able to write fanfiction and I'll also be able to catch up on the multiple ff's I owe.

Thank you so much for your patience and love. I really appreciate it very much. I love you all ❤️

[rodeo-clowns]

Masterlist

Feel free to request for any of these characters, except for Cassie Howard. 

-Rory Gilmore 

nothing yet!

- Sarah Sanderson

She's My Witch

Sarah Sanderson with a female s/o: Headcanons

- Beth Harmon

nothing yet!

- Deena Johnson

nothing yet!

- Alice Cullen

What Alice Cullen with a Vampire Gf would be like headcanons

Alice Cullen: Snuggle and Kissing Headcanons 

- Bella Swan

nothing yet!

- Lexi Howard

nothing yet!

- Lexie Grey

nothing yet!

- Cristina Yang

nothing yet!

- Monica Rambeau

nothing yet!

- Rachel Green

nothing yet!

- Monica Geller

nothing yet!

- Phoebe Buffay

nothing yet!

-Cassie Howard

Lover

You know I’d do Anything

- Pietro Maximoff

Dream a Little Dream of Me

[belamourelysianlimerence]

Come home, or make thyself known!

Part 2 {Part1}

However, back at the cottage one day. While you were out getting the girls their lavishes. Winifred was more infuriated than usual. When Mary finally asked her what was wrong, she exploded.

Mary, ever the listeners ear, ever the one to come to with your problems. Began to pry. She had watched Winnie over the last few months you were there. Prolonged glances from across the room, lingering touches, more smiling, and ever so soft spoken. Winifred never yelled at you. "You're in love with y/n, aren't you?" "What!?" Winifred screeched. "Don't be so ridiculous!" The screaming summoned Sarah who thought she was in trouble. "Winnie, thou art not being honest with thyself..."

Winifred groaned. "How? How of all people, of all witches!" With that, Winifred stormed off. The two remaining sister looked at each other. "Sister Sarah, we must not mention this to y/n." Sarah nodded. "Of course..." There was a long silence before they both started giggling excitedly. Imagine, Winifred in love!

Oddly enough, twas you Winifred was racing off to see. Though she had yet to understand it. When she found you, just in the entrance of the village, she stopped. She would be hanged on sight. Winifred stayed hidden behind the trees as she watched you converse with a local boy.

Thackeray Binx. He was young, and handsome, and just right for you if two or three years younger than you. Suddenly, all thoughts of hope Winifred had about her possible life with you vanished in a black smoke. Suddenly, you spotted her. She ran, and you ran after her.

You felt afraid. Of what, you didn't know? You were allowed in the village, no issue there. You were allowed to talk to the villagers, how else were you to obtain things? But, the way Winifred looked at you. Like she was crushed. It made you feel... ill. When you reached the cottage, you rushed inside. "Winnie! It's not what you think!" You paused. Why would you say that?? You looked up to find Winifred crying. Her sisters comforting her.

All three of them looked at you. What was going on? "Winnie?" Winifred glared at you and ran up stairs to the loft. You heard her trying to quiet her weeping. You looked to the sisters who immediately pretended to be busy. "Sarah?" You walked up to her. Sarah vanished to the back of the cottage. "Mary??" You rushed to Mary who claimed she was going out to get firewood. You slammed the door shut. "Mary!" Mary whimpered and glanced up at the silent loft, though she could feel Winifreds eyes burning hole into her. "Oh, well...Winnie is... sick! Sick. Winnie is sick and I need to make her broth so..." Mary turned to pretend to get ready to cook, but there was no wood. "Oh? I shall check on her." Winifred stormed down the stairs. "I am not sick, you ninny!" "Then what's going on!?" "Nothing! I'm... I'm.." "In love with y/n?"

The voice was soft and quiet. All three of you turned to watch Sarah come forward out of the shadows, with an absent-minded look on her face. Winifred screamed and threw herself at Sarah. She ran, and Winnie ran after her, and Mary after her, and you after them. All the way outside to the back of the woods. Far beyond, to a grassy hill where Sarah tripped and fell, needing to catch her breath. Winifred collapsed on top of her, too tired to fight. Mary stood a ways away, hands on her knees. And you. Walking towards Winifred with a new feeling rushing through your body.

To be continued?

[miscellaneous-obsession]

Take Off

Request: @emsmultiverse 'Can you make one where it's based on hocus pocus 2, and we are one of the girls older sister and Sarah falls for us stealing our first kiss.

Apologies for taking so long on this request, work had me quite busy these last number of weeks!

Losing out on Sandy's infamous candy apples made the ride home with dad all the more tortourous. He was unable to go a single minute without letting out a dissappointed sigh and neither a joke or humourous costume was able to pull him from his misery. The silence that persisted in the vehicle shattered as we pulled into the driveway, as Cassie and her friends screamed for us to stop. The reason as to why was revealed as the garage door opened, uncovering three figures, all hastily shielding their faces from the illumination of our headlights.

Hefting my costume's skirts up off the ground I clambered from the car, muttering countless apologies to the three women. Although, as I glanced towards them properly, I paused mid sentence while confusion flooded my body. Each wore outfits befitting of another era, all adorned with intricately embroidered details and patchwork fixes. The look as a whole was reminescent of the legendary Sanderson sisters, almost too accurately if stories from the Dennison family were to be believed.

Cocking my head to the side ever so slightly, I remained ignorant to my dad approaching until his hand tapped my shoulder in passing. As he came into the view, all but one of the sisters were transfixed. The blonde peered at me with vivid blue eyes, before offering an overly enthusiastic greeting of, "Hello, young maiden."

Before responding in kind, the redhead painfully dug her elbow into her sister's abdomen forcing a shift in her attention. Deterred by the interruption, I inched forward with the intention of retiring for the evening only for Cassie to call aloud, "Wait, Y/N, dad!" Ignoring her antics I pushed on, rolling my eyes at her dramatics once more. As I passed by the trio, I threw a shy smile to the blonde who had become embroiled in my sister's idiotic prank.

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When called upon, I reluctantly agreed to see that Cassie returned after sending her friends home for the night. Offering a tired smile to Becca and Izzy, I slouched against Gilbert's trolley as I listened to their successful efforts to rectify petty squables and introspective revelations. As the minutes passed by the chill of the night crept through my costume. Forcing myself off of the cart I called over my shoulder,"I'm all for you guys making up, but Cassie it's cold and I would prefer not becoming a popsicle."

The group chuckled at my lack of patience as Cassie replied, "Yeah, coming now Y/N. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

As we began to retrace our steps back to the house, our feet lost contact with the ground without warning. Letting out a squeal akin to my own sister's, I grappled with my captor despite the drop that awaited me should I fall. "Oh sweet maiden, how lovely it is to see thy again."

Peering upward I was greeted by lips, painted in red, turned upward in a smile. The young woman's cerulean eyes were alight under the glimmer of the moon, creating a bewitching aura above curling locks of blonde hair.

With little effort, Sarah hoisted my body to sit snuggly against her own frame, revelling in the contact she initiated. Lithe fingers teasingly danced across my hand before traversing the curves and dips of my figure, their final resting place being on my hip. Any tension held within my body melted away with her gentle ministrations, allowing myself to string together a coherent answer, "Tis a pleasure to be in your company once more."

Carefree laughter peeled from her lips in glee at the response, yet halted as a voice screeched into the night chastising the youngest sister, "Sarah, why hath thou lifted the other Traske, for we only needed one, you fool!"

The arm that clung to my waist tightened as the insult hit its mark, "Very sorry Winnie, very sorry."

As her head dropped onto my shoulder, I instinctually reacted, running my fingers comfortingly through unkempt tresses of blonde hair, "If it is of any help, I do not think thou is foolish in the slightest."

Neither action or comment were anticipated on Sarah's behalf, who could not recall a time when someone defended her so passionately. Allowing the shock to dissipate, she eased into the affection so freely given, muttering a quiet, "Dear maiden, thou is too kind."

She too reciprocated in kind, tracing across the features of my face with delicate motions, each with the intention of turning my head in her direction. Naively, I allowed this to happen and was not opposed to the kiss she then planted on my lips. I rather enjoyed the sensation of our lips moving against one another, so much so that I chased after her own as she retreated to catch a breath. Had we not been flying at that very moment and very nearly lost our balance, there would have been no stopping us.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Trick or Treat | Bucky Barnes x Reader

This is my second Halloween fic this year because I have no self control!

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: anxiety

Sam’s Halloween bash launched into full swing, and seemed as though it would last till sunrise. Music pulsed through a set of massive speakers. Alcohol flowed. And throngs of people danced the night away.

Just as Sam instructed, everyone arrived decked out in costume. And as you scanned the crowd, you found Ghost Face doing shots with Barbie. Michael Myers grinding on Freddy Kreuger. Pennywise flirting with Beetlejuice. It was a picture perfect Halloween party- save for one thing. 

Bucky hadn’t arrived yet.

All of the partygoers formed a large, pulsating mass as they danced and celebrated, but you remained off to the side. In an empty, isolated corner, you checked and rechecked your texts. You’d already shot Bucky a few messages asking when he’d show. Asking if he was alright. And he swore he was fine. He said he’d be there soon, but that was as specific as he’d get. 

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute!” Wanda yelled over the music. She swayed to the beat, swishing the skirt of her dress back and forth. Every few seconds, she stole a glance at the dance floor with want in her eyes. “Come on, let’s go dance!”

“I’m with Mary,” Nat downed the last of her drink and draped her arm over Wanda’s shoulders. “The Sanderson Sisters are the life of the party, we have a reputation to uphold!”

When the three of you decided to coordinate your costumes, Hocus Pocus had been the obvious choice. In the weeks leading up to Sam’s party, you helped one another piece together flawless renditions of each Sanderson Sister. Wanda decided on Mary, and Nat dressed up as Sarah, leaving you to adopt Winifred’s famous ensemble. 

And you had to admit, the three of you looked amazing. 

But you couldn’t run to the dance floor and party with abandon- not yet, anyway. Bucky said he’d be there. He swore to you that he’d make an appearance. And while a loud, overcrowded party wasn’t his favorite way to spend an evening, he knew he had to challenge himself. To expand his comfort zone. 

He wanted so badly to be “normal”. To function like a “regular” person. But he struggled. He had flashbacks. Panic attacks. Long depression spirals. And his anxiety always had the reigns. 

But he’d fought tooth and nail to vanquish his demons, and now that he was making progress and healing bit by bit, he wanted to join the ranks of "ordinary" society. 

And Sam’s party was the perfect opportunity. It was a safe, controlled environment where Bucky could stretch his comfort zone. Sure, it was loud and packed with people, but that was the whole point. If he was going to be “normal”, he had to be okay with noise and crowds; Sam’s party had both. But there was nothing for him to worry about, nothing to fear. He would perfectly and totally safe here. At least half of the attendees were fellow special agents, and you and Sam promised to stick with him all night. 

But the party started over an hour ago, and he still hadn’t shown. Worry creased your brow; it wasn’t like him to be late. 

“I think I’m just gonna hang out here for now,” you leaned against the wall and brandished your phone at them, “So I can make sure I don’t miss a call or anything.”

“You do you, sister,” Nat brushed a kiss against your cheek, “Mary and I are gonna command the dance floor.”

The two of them ran off, arm in arm, in the direction of the crowd. 

“Is he on his way?” Sam came around the corner, two drinks in hand. He extended one in your direction and sipped on the other. “I haven’t heard back.”

“I don’t know.” You took a long pull of your drink, “I asked if he was coming and he said yes, but he didn’t give me a specific ETA, or anything.”

Sam shrugged, “I think he might flake.”

That same sneaking suspicion had crossed your mind a few times over the last hour, but you refused to accept it. Surely, Bucky just needed a little extra time to prepare himself. To get in the right headspace. 

“I’m gonna- would you take this for a sec?” You handed your drink back to Sam, who swore to keep a watchful eye on it while you stepped outside to call Bucky. 

The phone rang and rang. And you feared it might go to voicemail. But at the last possible second, Bucky picked up. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Something was off. He sounded almost nervous, like he’d been caught red-handed.

“Hey, Buck.” You kept your tone light. “Are you gonna be here soon?”

A long silence permeated the line.

“Um, yes. Yeah, I’m on my way right now,” he assured you. “Shouldn’t be much longer. I’ll see you in a bit. Okay?”

“Great." You didn't buy it for a second. "See you soon.”

For an ex-assassin with decades of stealth training and countless kills on his hands, Bucky was a terrible liar. But only when it came to you. He just couldn’t deceive his best friend, couldn’t pull the wool over your eyes. He simply didn’t have it in him; his brain and body rejected even the concept of swindling you. 

You knew for a fact that he was still at his apartment. Knew that his anxiety had won. You could practically see him sitting at home all alone, hating himself for flaking on yet another get-together. And while his closest friends danced the night away, he’d spend the entire evening berating himself. Chastising himself.

But you wouldn’t allow it. With a determined huff, you ditched the party, and set off in the direction of Bucky's apartment.

Bucky stared at the costume you’d carefully helped him assemble. It sat neatly folded on his kitchen table, all he had to do was put it on and head out the door. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so. And it infuriated him. 

He spent weeks mentally preparing himself for this. He meditated, journaled, and even sought out extra therapy sessions. But none of it worked. He was still a slave to his anxiety, bending to every whim of the monsters in his head.

The whole thing was so stupid- it was just a party. He knew, logically, that there was nothing to fear. But part of his brain, the part that hated him, told him it would be too much. That he’d immediately get overwhelmed by the noise and the people and the lights. That it was a panic attack waiting to happen. 

He feared what onlookers might think, what they might say, if he broke down in the middle of the festivities. And he didn’t want to chance ruining Sam’s party.

And so, he’d lied to you. He wasn’t proud of it, but it was for the best. He just wanted you to have a good time. Wanted you to spend the night dancing with Nat and Wanda instead of worrying about him. It was better this way. 

A sharp knock jolted him from his seat on the couch. He crossed to the front door and pulled it open, expecting to see a group of candy-obsessed kids in costumes. But he found something else, entirely.

“Trick or treat!” You held a bottle of whiskey and a bag of candy proudly in the air, “Happy Halloween, Buck.”

Bucky took on a deer in the headlights kind of look. He was shocked, completely frozen. And as the surprise melted away, he found himself awash in strange mix of anxiety and guilt. You’d caught him in his lie; you’d found him out. And with you standing on his doorstep, he had nowhere to run. 

“Sweetheart, hey. Hi. Um, Happy- Yeah, Happy Halloween.” He tripped over himself again and again, his heart racing. “I was just about to call you and-”

“It’s okay, Buck. You’re not in trouble,” you shot him a wink. “I know parties aren’t really your thing.”

He gestured for you to come in and you happily accepted, sweeping past him in your elaborate costume. But he was so bewildered, so overwhelmed, that he left the door wide open.

“What are you doing here?” Quickly, he clarified, “Not that I don’t want you here. I just mean- why aren’t you at the party?”

“Cause I came to hang out with you!” You shrugged, “Plus, there’s no point in me going if you’re not there.”

Bucky appreciated your loyalty, your dedication to him. But he couldn’t let you sit on the sidelines with him.

“That’s sweet of you, and I’m more than happy to have you here, but I know you’ve been looking forward to the party and your costume and everything. And I don’t want to ruin your Halloween.” He leaned against his open door, “So, it won’t hurt my feelings if you-”

“My Halloween will only be ruined if we don’t hang out. So, come on,” once again, you held up the candy and alcohol, “trick or treat, Buck.”

With a stubborn smile, Bucky shut the door. He watched you struggle with the bag of candy and laughed as you used your teeth to tear through the plastic.

“You know, I think you’re doing the whole ‘trick or treat’ thing backwards,” he said as he fished a Twix out of the bag. “Cause you brought candy instead of taking some from me.”

“Or maybe I’m a Halloween pioneer, and I’m inventing new traditions,” you offered. “Now, let’s crack this open.”

Bucky gladly took the bottle of whiskey from you and led you to the kitchen. He crafted old fashioneds for the both of you and clinked his glass with yours. His night had taken a very sharp, very sudden upswing, and he was more than grateful.

“I saw some kiddos trick or treating down the hall, and at least four of them were dressed up like Sam,” you laughed. “Have they been here yet?”

You eyed the large bowl of candy sitting by the front door. It was still full, nearly overflowing with sugary treats. And you realized: it was completely untouched. No greedy little hands had dug through it yet. No mischievous kids had snatched a handful or two. It just sat there, waiting. 

It was sweet of Bucky to be prepared, to buy treats for the kids in the area. He was trying so hard to connect with people. To be a member of society. He wanted so badly to be seen as a person. But the world only saw him for his past. 

“Um, no, I haven’t had any trick or treaters,” Bucky said, “Well, except for you.”

You shot him a wink a took a drag of your drink.

“But I’ve heard them- they’ve been running up and down my hall all night. I just don’t think…” He clinked his metal fingers against his glass, “I don’t think any of the parents in my building want their kids knocking on my door.”

His shoulders slumped forward ever so slightly, and his head fell an inch or two. Saying it out loud was humiliating. He’d thought- he’d hoped- that the city would embrace him. That they’d celebrate his return. But the only welcome he’d received was dirty looks and people spitting at him on the subway.

Bucky’s words knocked the air from your chest. A combination of heartbreak and unbridled rage swirled inside of you; it was all so unfair. Bucky didn’t deserve to be treated like a pariah or a threat. He was least intimidating, most approachable person you’d ever met. Sure, he was a little shy. But he was so warm. So kind. He genuinely cared about people. He wanted to help his community and make people feel safe. But they refused to give him a chance.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you took his hand in yours, “More candy for us.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes and pulled you in for a long, much needed hug. He would never be able to express how much he appreciated your undying support. Your unconditional friendship. He knew without a doubt that he could always count on you. And after living in an unpredictable, erratic state of limbo for so many years, he cherished your consistency.

Bucky dug through the candy you brought, searching for a Snickers. “I know it’s selfish, but I’m really glad you came over.” He abandoned his candy hunt and brought his gaze up to yours, “Seriously. Thanks for being here.”

“Anytime, Buck. You know that.” You tucked the bag of candy under your arm and snatched your glass from the counter, “Come on, let’s watch a scary movie.”

Bucky followed your lead, only straying from the path for a moment or two. And when he returned, he brandished his overflowing bowl of candy in your direction. “I mean, if the kids aren’t gonna eat it…”

He sank into the couch next to you and took a swig of his drink as he watched you dig through the massive bowl of candy. A bit of guilt gnawed at him; he’d been so surprised to see you at his door that he hadn’t taken the time to appreciate all the hard work you’d put into your costume. And as you picked through his candy stash, he drank in the details of your ensemble: the perfectly crafted make up, the ornate dress, the complicated hairstyle. It was impressive, to say the least.

“Your costume is fucking incredible, by the way. You did an amazing job.”

“Oh, thanks!” A proud smile stretched across your face, “If it wasn’t so ridiculously uncomfortable, I’d probably wear it every day. But this corset is…” You pinched and pulled at the tight garment, “Definitely not intended for daily wear.”

“Then let me get you something to more comfortable.” Bucky was up in the blink of an eye, and before you could protest, he was gone. 

In the time it took you to locate and unwrap a Kit Kat, he’d arrived in the living room with a change of clothes for you. It was just a pair of sweatpants and a faded t-shirt with BROOKLYN emblazoned on the front, but after spending hours in an uncomfortable corset, you swore he was offering you a slice of heaven. 

With greedy hands, you accepted the clothes, “You’re a life saver!”

You sped off down the hall, promising to be back in a flash.

Bucky scrolled through the scary movies Netflix had to offer, but didn’t pay much attention. He couldn’t believe his luck. He’d planned on spending the night all by himself. He figured he’d oscillate between sulking and self-flagellation until he finally fell asleep. But you’d saved him, as you so often did.

“Seriously, I can’t thank you enough for the clothes. Now, I can actually breathe.” You plopped down on the couch next to Bucky, “Okay, what do you wanna watch?”

Bucky scrolled through a few more movies, “I don’t know, I haven’t heard of most of these. I thought I’d defer to you.”

You motioned for him to continue scrolling and gave him a little synopsis each time one of your favorites popped up on the screen.

He listened closely and took your summaries into careful consideration. And after hemming and hawing over his options, he found himself torn. “This is tough, but I’m thinking we go with It Follows or Evil Dead.”

“Both excellent choices!” You clinked your glass against his, “Let’s do It Follows first, and then if we want to watch another, we can follow up with Evil Dead.”

“Deal.” 

Bucky scrolled back a page or two and selected It Follows. The movie’s opening scene began, showcasing a quiet, suburban street. You tucked yourself closer into Bucky’s side and tore into a package of M&Ms, preparing to be scared. 

But after only a minute or so, Bucky paused the movie.

He turned to you, “Hey, I’m sorry about the party.”

“Buck, we talked about this. I’d rather hang out with you than-”

“No, I mean, I’m sorry I bailed.” He pulled his gaze from your face and placed it on the ice melting in his drink. “My anxiety kind got the best of me. And I-” He locked eyes with you, “I swear I tried. I wanted to go. But I just… I couldn’t do it.” His sudden eye roll caught you off guard, “The whole thing is so ridiculous, it was just a party, but even thinking about going made my hands shake.”

“It’s not ridiculous. You’ve been through a lot, and you’re still trying to wade through all the shit Hydra saddled you with.” You gave his hand a squeeze, “Healing takes time. And it’s not a linear process. You’re gonna have ups and downs- that’s perfectly normal.”

All he could manage was a sigh. 

“Like you said, it was just a party. Nothing major. So, who cares if you bailed? All that matters is that you made the right choice for you.”

“I guess.” He carded a hand through his hair, “I just want to be done with it all, you know? I want to be able to do things that normal people do.”

“I know. But, you have to give yourself some grace, okay?” You brushed a gentle hand over his cheek, “And you need to be patient. Cause there’s no skipping to the end with this stuff.”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“So, cut yourself some slack, okay?” You nudged his shoulder with yours, “No one is more deserving of slack than you.”

“I don’t know about that-”

“If the roles were reversed,” you posited, “And I’d been through all of the trauma and abuse that you went through, would you be upset with me if I couldn’t do certain things because of my anxiety ?”

“No,” he gave a fervent shake of his head. “Never.”

“And would you want me to be kind to myself?”

Without pause, an “of course” fell from his lips.

“Okay, then you need to extend that same kindness and understanding to yourself.”

“But I just want to be able to do stuff with you,” he huffed. “I want to go to parties with you. And concerts. And-”

“Hey, all that will come with time, okay? There’s no rush.” Once again, you gave his hand a squeeze, “You’re my best friend, and I just wanna hang out with you. So, it doesn’t matter what we do. As long as you’re comfortable, I’m happy.”

Bucky eyed you for a second, “You mean that?”

You nodded, “I swear on my life.”

An awkward smile crossed his face, “Then I guess I should tell you that I’m not- I really don’t want to watch a scary movie.”

“Oh, shit. My bad, Buck. We can watch anything you want,” you said, “You pick.”

With a few taps of the remote, Bucky opened an entirely different streaming service and selected a safe movie free of actual scares. 

“It’s still on theme with Halloween,” he promised, “But at least it’s not gonna give me more nightmares.”

“Yeah, whatever you want, I don’t-” The opening lines of Hocus Pocus filled the room, and you delivered a playful punch to Bucky’s arm.

He let out a loud laugh, “I had to, sweetheart. You’ve still got the make up on and everything.”

You pelted him with a few M&Ms before settling close to him. He draped an arm across your shoulders and pulled you tight, relishing in your warmth. He was so lucky to have you as his friend, so lucky to know you. He couldn’t believe you’d ditched the party you’d looked forward to for weeks- all for him. Couldn’t believe that you were spending your favorite holiday unceremoniously watching movies on his couch. 

But he knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. After everything he’d gone through, he was just grateful that he’d befriended someone with such a kind heart. And as he settled in to experience Hocus Pocus for the first time, he started plotting how he’d make things up to you next Halloween. 

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Chris x reader

“Oh come on, it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus.”

Chapter 3

All the candles in the house light themselves. The fire under the cauldron comes up and knocks the group back. Everyone quickly hides as voices can be heard from outside. Dani hides behind the counter all alone, Matt and nick hidden behind the doors, and y/n and Chris behind the podium that held Winnifred’s book of spells.

all of Suddenly the doors burst open, and the Sanderson sisters enter well laughing maniacally.

“We’re home. Oh, sweet revenge. Do you see, sisters, my curse worked perfectly.” Winifred boosted, entering the home she hadn’t seen in ages.

“Oh, that’s because thou art perfect, Winnie. Oh, I knew I left this cauldron on, didn’t I tell you? Oh, I knew it.” Mary said.

Y/n couldn’t believe it. She had really just sumed 300 year old witches just by lighting a candle. She looked over at Chris. “Your parents didn’t put anything in that cider right? Like we’re not hallucinating? And the Sanderson sisters are really here?” She whisper yelled, looking at Chris.

He nodded slowly, his eyes wide as he watched the sisters explore there home. “Yeah..I’m seeing this.” He confirmed.

Sarah reached up behind a piller and brings down a rat tail. “My lucky rat tail! Right where I left it!”

“But who lit the black flame candle?” Winifred asked, but her attention was quickly focused on something else. She made her way over to the book that was on display. “Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head. Oh, I’ve missed you. Did you miss me too? Come on now, we’ve got work to do.” She said.

Y/n held her breath as she tried to be as quiet as possible so the witch didn’t notice her. She looked over at Chris who seemed to be as still as her. The two shared a look of fear.

“Winnie?” Mary asked.

“Yes?”

“I smell children.”

The teens and Dani’s eyes went wide with concern. There bodies full of nerves as they were almost paralyzed with fear.

“Sick ‘em.” Winifred instructed her sister, as if she was a dog.

Mary began sniffing as if she was a blood hound trying to find its next meal. “It’s a little girl. Seven, maybe eight and half.” Mary said.

Y/n’s heart beat quicken as the witches tried to sniff out her little sister. She looked over at Chris. “My mom is gonna kill me…this is like the one thing I wasn’t supposed to do..” she said.

Chris reached over and put a hand on y/n’s shoulder to try and calm her down. “We’re not gonna let anything happen to her okay?” He whispered, trying re assure y/n, even though he himself wasn’t even sure they were gonna make it out of there.

She looked as Chris, trying to keep her composure. She couldn’t ignore the way her heart started to beat faster when his hand was on to of hers.

“Oh, let’s play with her.” Sarah began to sing, but Winifred claps a hand over her mouth.

The sisters move over to the counter, behind which, Dani is hiding.

“Come out, my dear. We will not harm thee.” Winifred said.

“We love children!” Mary exclaimed.

She slammed her hand down on the counter and Dani pops up. The sisters are taken aback by her witch like appearance.

“I thought thou’d never come, sisters.” Dani said, acting like she was a witch too, which honestly wasn’t a bad idea. Y/n had to give her some props for thinking of that one on the fly.

“Greetings, little one.” Winifred said.

“‘Twas I who brought you back.” Dani announced proudly.

“Imagine, such a pretty little…” Winifred had trouble getting out the word ‘pretty’. “child.” She finished, swallowing.

“And she’s so well fed isn’t she.” Mary began to poke at Dani. “Plump. Shish-k-baby.”

Winifred took Dani’s hand, the sight of this made y/n’s blood boil. “Tell me, dumpling, what is the year?”

“1993.” Dani answered.

Winifred pushes Dani into a chair. “Sisters, we have been gone 300 years.”

“Well, Winnie, how time flies…” mary said.

“When you’re dead.” Sarah finishes. The sisters all laugh and Dani joins them. But they stop after a minute and look at her.

“It’s been great fun, but I guess I better be going.” Dani said, trying to get up, but Winifred set her right back down.

“Oh, stay for supper.” Mary said, trying to convince Dani to stay.

“Oh, I’m not hungry.” Dani said, shaking her head.

“But we are!” Mary yelled.

The sisters begin to struggle to keep Dani in the seat. Y/n decided that was the final straw and got up from her hiding spot, jumping in action to save her little sister.

“Hey! Let go of my little sister.” Y/n shouted, attempting to save her little sister.

“Roast her, Winnie.” Mary demanded.

Before Winnie could hit y/n with a jolt of electric energy, Chris stepped in, putting himself in front of y/n so she could avoid the shock. Chris groaned as he felt jolts of electricity that held him against the wall and off the ground.

“ You, there! I haven’t lost my touch sisters!” Whinne boasted as she held Chris against the wall. Y/n looked up in horror as Chris was being tormented by whinne.

“Chris!” Matt yelled, shooting up from his spot along with Nick.

“Mary!” Nick shouted, getting the sisters attention.

“Well hello!” Mary said, turning to the boy, Nick knocked Mary down.

“Don’t! You leave my him alone!!” Dani hit Winifred with her candy bag and Winifred goes down. Chris is is released from the wall. The black cat from earlier attacks Winifred.

“Sister Sarah, get this beast off of me!” Winifred shouted, struggling to get the cat off of her.

“Go, get out!” Chris shouted at the rest of the crew, but there was no way y/n was leaving Chris alone like this. “Nick, Matt, get Dani out!” She said, wanting to protect her sister from the sisters.

Dani, Matt and Nick run out of the house. Chris looked at y/n and grabbed her hand. They climbed up to the second floor. Chris looked at y/n “still got that lighter?” He asked her. She nodded, taking it out of her jeans pocket and handing it to him. They both looked down at the sisters.

“You have messed with the great and powerful, Chris, and now must suffer the consequences. I summon the burning rain of death.” Chris announced.

“Burning rain of death?” The sisters asked.

Chris flips open the lighter, the flame burning now , memorizing the sisters.

“He makes fire in his hands…” Winifred gasped.

Chris held the flame under one of the sprinklers and suddenly the sprinklers go off. The sisters run for cover.

“Oh, oh…the burning rain of death! Come on you idiots! Get to shelter! Come on, you fools!” Winifred shrieked, all her sisters running for cover to where the water wouldn’t get them.

Chris and y/n started to make a run for it, but Chris slipped on some water, landing flat on his back. The black cat jumps on his chest.

“Nice going, Chris.”

Chris’s eyes widened as he heard a voice come from the animals mouth. “You can talk!”

“Yeah, no kidding. Now get the spell book! Come on! Move it!” Binx demanded

Chris got up and looked at y/n. “I’ll get the book, you get out of here okay?” He said to her. The rain from the sprinklers were drenching them both.

She nodded. “Be quick!” She told him, then booked it out the door.

Chris went over and grabbed sometime heavy to smash the glass. It shattered all around. Chris grabbed the book and lifts it out, putting it under his arm as he made a run for it.

“My book!” Winifred yelled. She tried to get to it, but Mary and Sarah held her back. “He took my book! The book!”

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