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msookyspooky · 4 months

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♡ Obsessed Delusional Reader x Sinclair Brother's ♡

Bo Sinclair:

- "Wow, so you want me that bad, huh? 🤭😏 You tied me up because you want to keep me here? That's so romantic! 😍 And out of everyone in my group it was me?"

- Bo is staring at you, trying to scare you and even hurt you but...The drive isn't there with you being so...Willing? Like, there's no fun in this you lil nutjob!

- Match made in hell

- "Are you there? Is your head just decoration or somethin'? What the fuck is your problem?? I am CRAZY and EVIL and will FUCK YOU UP." You: "Okay bby, if you say so. 🥰" All while Bo is short circuiting.

- Alright, that's it. You're getting the glue on your mouth.

- Honestly about to cut something off to make you afraid or hurt...He might but also might not because you fascinate him so are you a person that fascinates him or a toy he needs to break?

- The bondage sex is probably banging though ngl he's even a bit enthralled by how eager you are compared to most victims

- When you are still not afraid and looking at him in a way that melts most hearts even his icy one he can't even truly torture you properly. Most victims he can shut that off because they trigger his sadism by screaming and fighting or cussing him out or begging him but all these years he's never had a victim act so lovey dovey even after finding out his darkest secrets

- At first this has him so frustrated he has to leave the gas station room; having a crisis cause this has never happened before!

- Doesn't trust you but decided to undo the mouth glue or tape and untie you after all the fun to see what you would do...When you follow him around like a love sick puppy he's both annoyed yet enjoys it

- Mad lil unloved boy in a man's body that is both flustered and irritated at his captive being so fucking smitten for him without manipulation on his part. He has to be in control and your feelings for him is out of his control and he hates it.

- "...What the fuck" -Bo after finding you drawing his name with hearts in a notebook and planning your wedding and future with your captor while your chained up in his bedroom instead of the gas station room bc he obviously is in love with you to move you to someplace more comfy; how sweet of him ♡

- You are dead ass scarying him.

- He should kill you but he thinks you're so crazy he's kinda nervous if he misses with his shotgun and what you'll do if he does because you so obsessed with him is a level of coocoo he ain't never had before

- Once you start to show dimension other than flirting with him (Bonus points if you have trauma like he does and it's why you're lovebombing him and so attached) he starts to look at you as less a pest and more a clingy pet.

- Like...You really just have that much of a crush on him after everything he's done? You both can trauma bond and lovebomb each other? (And manipulate even if he's too dumb to realize you're manipulating him too to love you)

- Is actually willing to be crazy with you after awhile and have you obsessed with him because why not? It gets lonely in Ambrose and he likes you as a pet at times. He'd put a ring on your finger as his spouse just to shut you up, claim you like someone claims their chair, and as an act to lure victims

- If you get extremely possesive and jealous and refuse him having anyone strapped in that chair in that room but you; he actually is so flattered you're that possesive of him. Like he secretly always craved a person making him theirs like this PLUS you know his dark side and still want him.

- He'd probably ease up on being so mean and try acting like a crazy possesive delusional married couple together after that even if he still treats you as a thing to easily manipulate and control and he's CLEARLY not being manipulated either (Poor dumb bastard.)

- Vincent is internally screaming and questioning why this person is in their house and has a wedding band from a victim on their finger and his brother is...Being sweet on them??? Lester is happy for you though.

Vincent Sinclair:

- "Wow...I'm your muse? 🥺💘 That's so swee-" *Paralyzing agent kicks in but you have heart eyes still*

- He literally cannot work with you looking at him like that. Stop. He can't even wax your brows off because you're looking at him in a way no one has before

- You weren't even afraid and it makes him hesitate because...He forgot his tools upstairs! Obviously...He'll try again later.

- Once the agent wears off and your spared for now it's ten times worse

- He is blushing so bad under his mask at all your praise and admiring his work and admiring him you're gonna melt his damn mask!

- He is harder to get through to than his twin (HC Bo is more desperate for affection as the least favorite bad seed unloved child than he let's on he just acts cold but they both crave acceptance)

- Vincent pats your head like Jonesy the dog when you smile at him while he works...You're not so bad. As long as you stay outta the way.

- May have to pick you up and move you where he wants like furniture sorry his people skills kinda suck being sheltered for his face then stuck in abandoned Ambrose half his life

- Bo acts annoyed with your obsessed ways but secretly enjoys the neediness for him. Vince is actually annoyed being much more reclusive than Bo and now you're staring at him while he works.

- Dead stares at you when you sculpt tiny little figures of you both holding hands with wax he let you have...He loves it or else he'd destroy it obviously ♡♡♡

- When he lost his mask and you fawned over him (He acted like Erik in Phantom of the Opera the DRAMATICS) he's absolutely panicking and startled

- Once you kiss that side of his face and praise him maskless how on Earth could he not fall for you too despite your odd ways??

- Becomes just as obsessed with you only in a more lowkey way than you. Making sculptures and drawing you all the time. Enjoys you talking, keeping him company etc.

- Bo is bewildered when you verbal rip his ass so viciously when he made a nasty remark to your angel bby his twin brother that this big guy was reeling back thinking you were gonna jump him. Probably said shit that he'll be secretly thinking about tonight with a heavy heart too. Vincent snickers and pulls his guard dog away as you glare at Bo the entire way back downstairs.

- You and Bo do not get along because of how protective you are of Vince and how mean Bo can be

Lester Sinclair:

- "Oooo, you got such a big hunting knife! Is it in reference to...Other big things?🤭😘"

- HUH!?

- His brain shut off because he had never had a victim he took to his brothers flirt with him like this. And while he's covered in grime and roadkill?!

- It's okay it just adds to his manliness. We love a man with hobbies! ♡

- Like...Are you being mean and joking? Are you...Alright up there in your noggin? He would take the long way and other roads to Ambrose just to talk to you more and figure you out (Even when Bo is in a hot ass suit in a Church with no air waiting and is ringing Lester's cell off the hook)

- When you are fascinated by what he does, praising his job, asking about him; he is a blushing mess driving. Then he tries flirting back and cracks his cheesy jokes. And when you laugh??? Ooooh it's over. He's crushing severely.

- Easiest brother to woe. He's keeping you. Gonna show up to the house like Spencer in that one episode of ICarly.

Bo: "...What is that?"

Lester drinking a smoothie while you cheerfully wave love struck on his arm: "A smoothie??"

- He did question your mental state at first but hell he grew up with Bo and Vince so what the hell? He's a lil crazy too! Just part of your charm is all.

- When you are talking about the future he gets a little nervous but not out right opposing it just give him some time, babe! He could give you a ring made of deer antler or bone wittled down and you'd cry and say yes.

- He acts cute with you. You both are so disgustingly sweet on each other it makes Bo gag and Vincent roll his eye whenever you both come to town.

- Both twins are so jealous their goofy dirty lil brother found love before them and they can't stand it

#house of wax bo sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax 2005 #house of wax imagine #house of wax #house of wax vincent sinclair #house of wax lester #house of wax imagines

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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I read the “Why am I not dead already?” Which had Bo having a fight with his S/O and asks Vincent why wasn’t she dead (I prefer to keep it g/n please)…. Could you do a Vincent one? Similar thing too on how the reader was telling Vincent “Why am I still alive? Why haven’t you turned me into a wax statue like the rest of the group I came here with?” Keep up your great work 🖤🤘🏻❤️‍🔥

Hello there! I’m so happy you sent me this request and I hope you’ll enjoy this <3

You can find Bo’s version here.

Gender neutral reader with no physical description.

WHY AM I NOT DEAD ALREADY (Vincent’s version)

Warnings: mention of murders, Bo being an ass, two cute insecure babies, angst/comfort

It had been a few months you were now living with the Sinclairs. You even had your own bedroom in their house.

You came to Ambrose with a touristic bus, and you never left. Like the rest of the group; except you were alive when none of them were.

You were the little artist of the group, drawing and looking around with bright curious eyes. You caught Vincent’s attention right away and you got spared.

But you didn’t know for how long.

You were sitting in the House of Wax, in front of three people of your group, now turned into wax sculptures.

You were staring at them, as if they could answer your silent questions.

Bo hadn’t been very nice with you this morning; and he had reminded you to be good or you would end badly.

Vincent hadn’t been there to stand up for you. And truth to be told, it wouldn’t have changed anything.

You had asked yourself quite often why you were still there, and Bo’s words only reminded you even more that you clearly were an accident.

There was no way you should still be alive in the Sinclairs’ plan.

And it worried you. You didn’t want to get killed now you had started a relationship with Vincent. You truly liked him and enjoyed your time with him, and the little dates and cute cuddles with him.

You were afraid you were naïve and Vincent was just toying with you, ready to kill you when you wouldn’t think about it.

You sighed and were so caught up with your thoughts that you didn’t hear the masked twin walking closer to you.

He was surprised to find you in front of those sculptures, and by how silent and thoughtful you seemed to be. You looked a little bit sad as well, and it broke his heart.

He knew he wasn’t offering you the best of life, and he was really afraid you were “dating” him only because you thought he would kill you otherwise.

He hated how he couldn’t find the right words to let you know that he had fallen in love with you pretty much the instant he saw you the first time. And how his affection toward you only grew, because you were perfect to him.

He silently sat next to you, on the ground, and he softly reached for your hand that he brought on his lap.

You had tensed a little before relaxing again under his familiar touch. He brought your hand to his masked lips and you gently smiled at him, even though the questions swirling inside your head were hurting you.

You stayed like that, silent. But it wasn’t really comfortable like it usually was.

Vincent wasn’t an idiot and he knew that something was wrong because usually, your head would be on his shoulder and you would be tenderly kissing his neck and shoulder before cuddling closer and settling on his lap.

You were very affectionate with him and it never failed to flutter him, but at the same time he absolutely loved it. You could even make him forget about his art when you were snuggling against him and loving on him.

He was touch and love starved, and you were making him happy like never in his life.

And even if Bo was still a little bit suspicious you would run away, one day, he liked you because Vincent was so full of joy and energy and renewed passion for life now you were around. Lester also loved the warmth you were bringing to Ambrose and enjoyed chatting with you.

Vincent turned toward you and started to sign: What’s wrong, my love?

You shook your head; you didn’t want to talk about it because you weren’t sure how Vincent would react.

Even if you liked him, your instincts never failed to remind you that you were now living with killers who could so easily hurt you. Vincent could destroy you - you really believed he was the most dangerous out of the three boys -, and you didn’t want to upset him.

But Vincent wasn’t going to let the subject go that easily. Even if he understood boundaries, he needed to know. He couldn’t stand the idea of losing you.

Did I upset you? If so, I’m very sorry and I’d love to make it up to you, he tried again and you nibbled on your lips.

“You promise you won’t be mad at me?” you asked and his eye widened at this question. He really didn’t want you to be afraid of him.

He was quick to shake his head and to lift his mask so he could kiss the back of your hand, as to show you he could only love you.

You took a deep breath.

“Why am I not dead, Vinny? Why didn’t you turn me into a wax sculpture like the rest of the group I came with? Why did you keep me around?” You babbled without looking at him. His mask was preventing you from knowing what he was thinking anyways.

Vincent’s heart dropped at those questions.

He had really hoped you would know by now that if he kept you around was that because he couldn’t imagine going back to an existence without you by his side.

He was silently panicking, trying to find the appropriate answer, the one that would appease you and prove you that you have nothing to worry about him, or Bo or Lester.

But his silence was actually frightening you and you finally looked up at him.

“Oh so you’re going to kill me at one point” you said and you smiled very weakly at him. You really should have known better.

So far, you had always tried to convince yourself that if you were still alive it was because you were special or something like that; but the boys were probably getting lonely and Vincent just needed a pet for a little while before getting rid of it.

But you should have known better: you had never been special to anyone before; so why would it be different now?

You looked down at your lap but Vincent grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. He shook his head.

You’re my partner, I would never hurt you, even less kill you, he finally signed because he thought the easiest was to be straight forward.

You nibbled on your lips once again and he gently moved a finger over them so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“I don’t understand… I mean even Bo said this morning I needed to obey or I would get killed. And there are so many tourists, and hot and smart people coming by to Ambrose, so why would you keep me?” you continued to voice out your fears.

Bo is an asshole, but he likes you more than you think Vincent replied but he made a mental note to kick Bo’s ass for having said such things to you. Vincent needed you to feel safe around them, more than anything.

He would go insane if you ever tried to leave him.

And you are hot, and smart, and crafty and affectionate and a ray of sunshine in there. It… It is impossible to not fall in love with you. Vincent finally admitted. It was the first time he told you he loved you, but he knew you needed to hear it even if you weren’t ready to say it back.

You watched him with wide eyes. You weren’t certain he was saying the truth or if he was manipulating you. It was hard to know with Vincent but the way he gently tried to bring you closer to him, the way he softly stroked your hand, the way he was so worryingly looking at your reactions… It was saying a lot.

You were too shocked to answer at first.

Say something, please? He pleaded with you and you went back to reality.

“So I’m here because you love me?” you said, even though you couldn’t believe someone as amazing as Vincent could be in love with you.

When I first saw you, I thought you were an angel. And your laugh was the most beautiful sound I ever heard. It was the first time I didn’t think my art could do justice to someone. You were so lively, so curious about everything around here. Even Bo was amused by all the questions you were asking. Turning you into a wax sculpture would have been a waste. Even though I wanted to keep you here, as my muse. I’m so grateful you have started to feel affection towards me.

“Your muse?” you repeated, completely taken aback by everything Vincent was telling you.

He nodded, I’m awfully late in my House of Wax projects because I spent hours drawing and sculpting you, but it’s never good enough for me to show you. You are beyond perfection and my art can’t reach it.

You were absolutely speechless so you simply wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him. He brought you closer, making you straddle his lap so he could have you all against his chest. His hands were tenderly stroking your back and sides.

“So no one will hurt me here?” you asked, just to be sure

I promise you you’re safe. I’ll have a discussion with Bo but he would never dare touch you, Lester either. And we all keep an eye on you when tourists are around.

You didn’t ask if they were watching over you to protect you or preventing you from escaping them.

And you…? He started but stopped mid sentence, not sure how to ask you to appease his own insecurities.

“And me?” you wondered

Do you really like me or do you just pretend so I don’t kill you? And before you could answer he quickly added: I mean it wouldn’t change anything about what I feel for you. Even if you didn’t want me anymore, you would still be safe. It would just be very heartbreaking for me to have to keep my hands from you after you let me worship you for months.

Worship was definitely the word and you would lie if you said you didn’t adore it.

“I was scared at first, you know. You killed all those people with your brothers and I didn’t know what you were going to do with me. So yeah, I was docile because I wanted to live. But then you’ve always been good to me, and no one ever treated me so well actually. And you’re a genius, I love to talk with you and watch you create. You’re really amazing and I really like you, even though a little voice in my head never stops telling me that one day you’ll grow tired of me, because everyone always do and you are a killer” you tried to explain

Vincent was very flustered that you called him “a genius” and “amazing”, and he almost felt shy. He couldn’t believe you liked him either, but it warmed his heart. He couldn’t get enough of you, and he was so relieved he could continue to treat you like his personal little divinity.

I’m afraid you will change your mind when you’ll see my face though he admitted but you shook your head

“I strongly disagree… And as long as you have me, I’ll have you too” you reassured him as you leaned your forehead against his.

He held you even more tightly and let out a little sound of happiness, like a soft purr and you truly smiled.

You stayed like that for a little while, enjoying each other’s warmth and affection.

You both felt quite safe, reassured and appeased after this conversation. You were glad you had it, even though you were aware you might need to have it again from time to time, just to be certain that he was still in love with you, and that you weren’t afraid of him.

“Vinny?”

“Hmmm?”

“I wanna see the drawings you made of me. And before you say no, because they aren’t good enough. As your muse, I feel like I have the right to see them”

Vincent looked up at you, a little bit surprised by this new side of your personality.

You were going to be such a playful tease now Vincent had reassured you… Not that he minded one bit, quite the contrary actually.

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beebeewoop · 5 months

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SLOPPIN IT UP TAKE 2 BECAUSE YEAH 💥

I drew mine and my friends' ocs as Evil Hall again because they're my new favorite blorbos now and I'm posting it because I wanna 💪 if you haven't read Tally Hall vs. Evil Hall (created by @salad-006) I really think you should because it's great and the guys are kinda super silly

Anyways I'm going bonkers

Spoilers for like the lastest chapter methinks proceed with caution

Starting off with the least glonked up fellas we got

Moore (belongs to @arthurisveryrandom) as Evil Zubin

Bro just look at him... He's so sad... Covered in paint... He looks traumatized... Moore is a wet cat confirmed Arthur told me so himself /JJJJJJJJJJJ

B (belongs to @shim0nk) as Evil Andrew

Bro's swaggin it up in here look at him all chill like that... Even tho he got burnt to a crisp... But it's ok because he's a robot he can't feel pain and his melted latex skin peeled right off he's ok guys don't worry. Burmnt chimnken nunghet... Also get this man on a billboard because whatever he's selling I wanna buy it I mean just look at him wouldn't you also want to buy what he's selling he seems trustworthy ykw I think I'll give him my credit card info and social security number /JJJJJJJJ (PSA: DO NOT GIVE OUT YOUR CREDIT CARD INFO AND SSN ON THE INTERNET 👍)

Pardon my goofy ahh rambles... It gets worse from here

Below the cut are the slightly more glonked up fellas...

//bonked up robots or something exposed wires n shii

//blood but it's green evil robot ooze and poorly drawn

//technically decapitation BUT IT'S FUNNY TRUST ME 💪🥺

Lucius (belongs to @rose-is-fucking-cold) as Evil Rob

Ambrose keeps calling him cunty and I can't disagree... I think everyone should draw Lucius in high heels like right now. Also I'd be mad too if I got my head chopped off like bro now I gotta carry my head around or tape it on... Smh my head. But at least he has high heels those are pretty nice I mean just look at him... Slaying... Here king you dropped this 👑 but good luck keeping it on since you can't even keep your head on Lbozo skill issue (I am so sorry /gen) (I am sleep deprived) (I am mad at Tumblr still) (Tumblr hates me) (I am taking my anger out on Lucius 🙁 /hj)

Fartlord (belongs to @stromboli-muncher) as Evil Joe

It's everyone's favorite ! The man the fart the guy himself ! Eyeless. Well missing one eye because the birds took it. He got attacked by birds this is so tragic can we get an F in the chat guys one like = eye patch for him 👍

And last but not least...

Rosebush (MY guy 😋) as Evil Ross

Bro's mad... Fuckimg chrunchy... Listen I'd be pissed too if I fell down an upstairs escalator and came out looking like this... Like zoinks Scoob ☹️ (Well actually he got PUSHED... 😳) Pro tip: don't fall down upstairs escalators even if you're a dream demon robot you're not invincible to escalators those things are terrifying LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN FINAL DESTINATION????? Yeah never again... Escalators are also a no go. Just use the stairs... EVERYDAY is leg day 🦵🦵

And that's enough of that... El oh el ecks dee ✌️

#my art #me rambling #technically #tally hall #evil hall #tally hall vs evil hall #moore balls evans #b #lucius azrael morningstar #fartlord harvey romano #rosebush #if there is a typo anywhere no there isn't /J #there probably is #yeet #me when I color with color pencils...#I'm simply superior like that 💪 /JJJJJJJJJJJ #still unable to format it how I want but it's whatever I guess #I'm losing this battle 😤

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ultramarine-spirit · 1 year

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About your post about Athy's name in other languages (which I loved) it reminded me that when I started reading the manhwa I always confused the name of Athanasia with Anastasia to the point that I went to find out if they were the same and found that both they have the same meaning and that they come from Greece but I did not find any page that will confirm that it is the same but different variants. I also couldn't help but notice how Athanasia's name resembles Anastacious (which is technically the male version of Anastasia) and yes, the fact that both names have the same meaning may be why these two names sound so similar but Aeternitas also means Immortality and it doesn't look alike beyond the fact that it starts with A.

I found it interesting how Athy's name and Anas are similar and it made me wonder if at some point Claude must have had a deja vu hearing Athy's name (not only does she look like the woman he loved but also her name sounds similar to of the brother who killed lol)

I also mixed up "Athanasia" with "Anastasia" the first time I read WMMAP, but now I do the opposite. I have to remind myself all the time that no, it's not Athanasia Nikolaevna-

Funny thing about Aety's name is that it's the name of a goddess, and it doesn't really have a male form. I guess finding so many different greek names that mean immortality was hard for Plutus(?

That's an interesting thought! Athy and Ana's names are really close, so indeed I think she must have reminded Claude of his brother. There's also the fact that only the current emperor can give an immortal name to their heir, which draws an immediate parallel between them. As a side note, Diana was very daring naming Athy, as Claude himself notes, not only because of the name itself but also because Athy is a girl. His wording implied women aren't usually rulers in Obelia ("and a girl at that"). This is curious to me, since Obelia's first monarch, back when it was a kingdom and not an empire, was queen Ambrose. But I digress.

Athy speculates that Claude must have some sort of complex over the immortal names. Since he wasn't the empress' son he could only take the throne by force, but "he would never be granted the name of an emperor", unlike Anastasius and Athy. And well, there's also the fact that Claude means "the one who limps", "limping" or "crippled" (from the Latin “claudus”). Which makes one wonder if Aevum hated Claude that much to name him as an insult or what. Note that this is just one of Claude's meanings, but it's explicitly the one that Plutus used, as Athy refers to this plot point in the novel. Myself and others have theorized that Plutus based Ana and Claude's characters on real Roman emperors, and emperor Claudius indeed suffered from a limp and deafness, being ostracized by his family as a child. WMMAP Claude wasn't sickly as far as we know, but the ostracized thing definitely rings a bell.

Now, as far as I remember, it was never confirmed that Claude indeed felt inferior because of his name compared to Ana's (and Athy's), but I can definitely see how he could have felt like that, at least in his youth when Ana was the crown prince and Claude was treated so badly.

One thing I find rather sweet is that Claude remembered the bond he used to have with Ana when he spent time with Athy. It's because Athy melted Claude's heart and gave him something dear to him again that he started to remember Ana and to question their turbulent relationship. I adore how Athy's love and kindness had that effect on him (even though it wasn't enough for Claude to not want to execute Ana but shhh he still saved his ass because Athy asked him to. Small steps, you know?).

#honestly its crazy how many parallels Athy has with other characters #there's the obvious one with Diana but also she is super similar to Claude and Lucas to an extent. Even with Ana and Felix #you can tell Plutus and Spoon put a lot of thought into her character #also god i love wmmap's worldbuilding even if small. no other manhwa's comes close to it #who made me a princess #i suddenly became a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #wmmap #sbapod #sbap #athanasia de alger obelia #athanasia #athy #claude de alger obelia #wmmap claude #claude wmmap #anastasius de alger obelia #wmmap meta

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dani-fox · 9 months

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This is a big info dump on my TJ rewrite AU

I apologize in advance if there is any grammar or spelling errors. English is my first language I'm just extremely stupid. So politely please don't grammar police me __________________________________________________

Tj’s story is fairly the same from the original article/story.

Grew up under Mikell’s care n stuff along with his other siblings before getting sold out by the foundation by said older brother and becomes neglected by the foundation by abusing his healing ability. He is around the age of 14-15 and completely stops aging around this time. Making him physically 14-15 forever

TJ’s healing ability in my rewrite has been nerfed down from being able to cure anything to now only being able to cure wounds that can heal over time from small things like paper cuts to broken limbs. He can't cure mental or physical disabilities.

Another big change about the story is the sexual assault against TJ is taken out holy fuck that bit is unconfrible and I hate that part so much. I know there are horrible scp stories that do contain much worse content out there but writing a story about a child being SAed is fucked.

Another big change is that since TJ cant cure mental ailments he doesn't mentally regress into a 3 year old because of it rather he is childish on purpose. He is naturally childish and uses childish things as a coping mechanism from all the bullshit the foundation put him through. Also trying to make up the rest of his childhood the foundation, mostly Mikell, stole from him.

Speaking of the foundation fucking things up, The bone’s in TJ’s legs are messed up do to the bones and mussel being broken so many times that the mussled and bones healed weirdly to the point that they cant be fixed. This results in TJ being almost unable to walk so this results in him using medical equipment to help get around, his preferred choice are crutches / forearm crutches (the medical device he uses in the ref i made).

TJ has a huge dislike with skin to skin contact due to his ability to work like that. Due to this he wears long sleeve clothing and refuses to touch people if it involves the possibility of skin-to-skin contact.

TJ is closed off and shy to people, even before the foundation he was like this but the experience of the foundation simply made this part of TJ worce. He is more open to close family members like his older brother, Jack Ambrose, and close friends(i want to make him friends with 166/Meri because why not. I feel like they would be friends)

TJ has a dislike towards certain staff members. Some of the staff members were unnamed higher ups who abused TJ’s healing abilities. Dr.Gears because he is an unlovable old asshole of an old man, Dr.Alto Clef for just being a complete buttnugget to Dr.Ambrose, and certain family members like Mikel for putting him in the foundation’s care. Mikell is at the top of the ‘I hate you list’ to the point if Mikell ever tries to interact with Tj, it will simply result in TJ trying his best to ignore and even not look at Mikell. TJ wont forgive Mikel for what he's done. _____________________________________________________

This is all i have for now for the AU. I will try to post some more art once i get the urge to draw more SCP art. Right now, my mind is on Eddsworld art lol.

#scp foundation #scp 590 #SCP #TJ rewrite #scp au

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bardengarde · 2 years

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what are your opinions on ambrose burnside?

For as long as this has been in my inbox, it deserves a 20 page thesis, but uhhhh

I don't claim to be an expert on Burnside by any means and anyone can add their thoughts, but my opinion is that it's easy for people to hate the guy, but in all honesty the things that were his biggest failures I don't think were entirely all his fault.

Burnside was known to be really amiable and got along with people easily. He knew he didn't have what it took to command the Army of the Potomac and while the lack of confidence isn't very inspiring, he was self aware if nothing else bc he was right. We all know Fredericksburg was a mess and a half, but as I remember there was this huge deal about this guy who was in charge of sending the pontoons didn't like Burnside so it took so much longer for them to arrive than it should have. And the reason why Burnside still continued with his plans and ordered the attack no doubt had a lot to do with the immense pressure being put on him by Lincoln to get Union victories and get them quickly and AOP had already had a problem with the commander being "too cautious" recently. I think there was also something about him being stubborn and like once he'd made a decision he wasn't going to change his mind but I can't remember where, or if, I've read that.

The Crater should have been handled entirely differently. Not to be an armchair general, but when Burnside was ordered to come up with a different plan he should have picked which division would lead the assault instead of letting it come down to drawing lots. But also... idk, I hate that Meade and Grant had to order him to change his plans and not allowing Ferrero's division of black troops to lead because there was no time to prepare any of the other troops for what they were about to face, and those guys had been training and drilling for it. Fuck Ledlie also because was the one whose division was eventually picked to lead and he didnt brief his men on what was to be expected of them and got drunk behind the lines during the battle, along with Ferrero apparently, which I just learned as I'm fact checking a few things before I post.... just lovely.

Burnside, while he can be frustrating, I can't help but feel sorry for him sometimes as he seems to be a nice guy and also seems to genuinely be doing his best while also just making kinda stupid mistakes or being generally unlucky? He did have his successes though- look at the Knoxville campaign! Overall though, I don't really love him and I don't really hate him. There are way worse Union General's than him imo, it's just that Burnside's failures happen to be really famous one's.

I can't speak for anything about his postwar life or anything before his military service as I'm not super knowledgeable about him as it is and like what I've written here is like barely scratching the surface abt the guy I know, but that's all I've got.

#answered #sorry saucy for the brief mcclellan slander #do i want to add tags to this? nah #my opinions on burnside aren't very strong in one way or the other #it was coming up on nearly a whole years anniversary since i received this ask so i had to answer #again if im wrong about anything feel free to correct me #i think i may only be at 6 months since i received the ask but anyways #its 1 am and i should sleep

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the-midnight-slasher-official · 3 years

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vincent sinclair-breeding

WARNING: SMUT. FORCED BREEDING. LYING

you have been in ambrose for awhile now. You cant really remember your life before ambrose. Your positive no one remembers you and or misses you. Yes bo is a huge asshole to you, and vincent is always your saving grace when bo is in a shitty mood. and lester would also be a huge saving grace as well, but hes always away doing god knows what.

Bo was huge on killing you because he didnt see any potential in you. but vincent wanted to keep you, and lester liked having you around also. So bo let you stay with vincent. Bo made it clear that your vincents pet and that your vincents problem. If anything bad happens to you vincent would be cleaning up the mess and dealing with your body. But vincent would never let anything bad happen to you. He always keeps you by his side and never lets you out of his sight.

He fell too deep in love to let you out of his sight let alone going to the bathroom. Vincent absolutely hated it when you sneak out of the room at night. He was extremely paranoid that you would leave the house and run away, and tonight just happened to be one of those nights. you were currently laying in Vincent and yours shared bed. you were locked in the bedroom in the house while Vincent worked away in the house of wax. you couldnt escape through the window because he had bo bolt it shut. you stared up at the ceiling determining whether you hated vincent or not. He kept you trapped here, and would never let you leave his side. But you deep down were very in love him, and you tried to hate him because you couldnt ever deal with the rejection from him.

while you were thinking away your worries and anxiety in the bed at 2:23 am. Vincent was also busy thinking about his worries and anxieties while he was drawing in his wax cave under the house of wax. He stopped drawing a long time ago because he began to focus on the thought of you leaving while he was trying to draw, and now thats all he can think about. So he sat at his desk and thought really hard about what could make you willingly stay without him having to force it upon you. his biggest turn on's he had with you was your size. you were smaller than him and he found that cute and a huge turn on.

He wanted to take good care of you and give you flowers and give you baths. but he already does that. he already gives you a roof over your head and feeds you three times a day, and gives you baths and every morning he gives you flowers. But he also went to bo for advice on how to keep you close, and of course bo being bo said that he doesnt give a shit about what vincent does with you because your not his problem. But bo did suggest getting you pregnant so you could stay with vincent and it would also give him an opportunity to show you that he can treat you well even when your pregnant and be a good father to the child.

Vincent thought long and hard while he sat at his desk. And he chose that he will get you pregnant so you could stay close to him and rely on him. He wants to do it out of love. Because he loves you dearly. he loves you so much that hes willing to kill his own siblings that hurt you in any way or form. He huffed out of exhaustion and closed his sketch book and cleaned everything up, and shut off all the lights. He headed through the tunnels and made his way up to the trap door that opens to a room in the house. he opened the trap door and hoisted himself up out of it and walked through the house to get to his room.

he opened the door to your and his shared and room and noticed that the light was quickly shut off and you quickly got into a fake sleeping position. he sighed and closed the door and kicked off his boots. he walked over to the bed while taking off his wax covered apron and tapped your shoulder. you got scared and jerked and looked up at him, not expecting him to touch you in any way or form.

"what where you still doing up?" he signed to you.

"i was asleep" you said fake yawning.

"bullshit" he signed.

you rolled over facing away from his side of the bed. vincent got into comfy clothes and slid into bed and put an arm around you and played with your hair until you actually fell asleep. a few hours later you woke up and had to go to the bathroom but vincents hand was wrapped around your waist. you knew he hated it when you left the room at night. but you had to pee very badly.

you very carefully moved his arm and slid out of bed. occasionally looking behind you to make sure that hes still asleep. you looked over at his night stand and seen his mask. It made your heart melt and you smile. He was confident enough to take off his mask around you. you looked at the ground and seen his discarded clothes, and that kinda turned you on a little bit, and you looked at him and seen that he was wearing plaid boxers and a korn shirt. his long hair was all over the pillows, and his body was wrapped up on the sheets. you admired one of his strong arms behind his head.

you quickly turned around and tip toed to the door. you quietly turned the knob and realized that he locked it. you felt stupid for forgetting that he locks the door at night as well. you tip toed to his nightstand and opened the little drawer it had and grabbed the key. He doesnt know that you knew the key was in there. you walked back to the door and quietly unlocked it and went to the bathroom. after going to the bathroom you walked back to the room. you stepped into the door way and seen vincent still sleeping. so you took this advantage to go downstairs and get a glass of water since you didnt get a glass before bed.

you walked pass a sleeping lester on the couch to get to the kitchen. you didnt want to wake him up either. not that he would hurt you or drag you back upstairs. you just didnt wanna wake him up from his dream. he looked extremely exhausted. you went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and opened the fridge to get some fresh filtered cold water. you filled the glass, and took a few huge chugs. you walked passed lester again asleep on the couch and you noticed the front door. sure vincent would be awake for awhile. so you stepped out onto the front porch to have fresh air. and you didnt realize that you were out there for more than ten minutes.

you heard a noise and turned around and seen vincent fuming angry behind you. he was breathing heavy and his eye brows were furrowed. he grabbbed your arm and pulled you through the front door. he dragged you up the stairs while thinking about what to do with you. because you just flared up his paranoia about you leaving. as he reached the top of the stairs, he picked you up and carried you to the room. he set you on the bed and grabbed the key out of your pocket and locked the door. he angrily slammed the key on the dresser. he looked at you wondering what to do.

he thought about what bo said. But he wanted to do it out of love when you were ready and not force. But he realized that he had to get you pregnant in order for you to stay with him. Besides he really wants a kid with you, but he knows that you dont want any with him, at least he doesnt think.

you deep down wanted his kids but you never said anything to him. He stared at you while he thought about how to deal with this, but knocking you up seemed to be the only thing on his mind. fuck he wanted you to have his kids. he walked over to you and pushed you down into the bed.

"vincent. i wasnt trying to leave, i promise. i was just getting fresh air" you said. but he shut you up by kissing you. and lifting you shirt. you swatted vincents hand away. but he slid his hand right under your shirt and groped your chest. the small moan you made was all vincent needed to continue. he roughly slid off your pajama pants and stood back up admiring the way you looked so small and vulnerable for him. he loved how you were so much smaller than him. that makes him feel more confident. He bent down and kissed you passionately. he unbuttoned the crotch area of his pajama pants and took his cock out, without taking off the pants. and he plunged into your soaking wet cunt.

he began at a fast angry pace.

"v-vincent" you groaned. he only thrusted faster. grabbing your thighs and pushing them to your chest as he leans over you and pounds you into the mattress. after awhile he reached down to your cunt and began to rub your swollen nub. making you scream in ecstasy. when he thinks you've squirted enough, he pulled out and signed for your to get on your knees. once you did, he signed for you to open your mouth. you opened your mouth and he grabbed his cock and slid in. throwing his head back as he began to fuck your mouth like he did your pussy. pre cum and spit began to drool out the sides of your mouth and hit the floor and run down your chest. his wet balls were smacking against your chin. every moan you make, made him shove his big hard cock deeper down your throat.

after a few minutes of the wet sounds of his cock balls deep down your throat. he pulled out and laid you down on the bed with your head hanging off the end and he slammed his cock back down your throat. he absolutely loved the way his cock made your throat bulge. he wrapped his hand around your throat feeling the way his cock pumped in and out. he quickened his pace and you felt his balls smack your face over and over. you gagged out pre cum and drool out of your mouth around his cock. he slowed down just to hear the pre cum and drool hit the floor.

he pulled out and flipped you back around facing him and he plunged back in full force making you scream. he fucked you faster than ever before making you see stars. the only sounds filling the room was his balls smacking your ass and your loud moans. he looked down at you signed

"do you want my kids babygirl?"

"yes. yes please. i want your kids so fucking bad. knock me up good baby" you moaned. and that was enough for him to bury his cock deep in your sopping cunt and shoot his seed. he then leaned down and kissed you deeply.

"i love you" he signed.

"i love you too vincent" you said as your forehead pressed against his. he looked surprised that you said that you loved him. but kissed you deeply shoving his tongue down your throat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the next morning you walked down the stairs and seen bo and lester staring at you and vincent. you blushed and vincent held the small of your back as he walked with you to the kitchen. he sat you down at the table and went to the fridge to get you something. you know they heard you and vincent last night.

"fuck loud enough?" bo said shooting you both a dirty look.

"fuck off" vincent signed.

#vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair smut #bo sinclair #lester sinclair

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slasherhaven · 4 years

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Slashers react to Big and strong S/O that has muscles of steel and could totally carry them with ease????? I just want their heads to explode from the sheer AWE that their S/O is so strong 👉🏻👈🏻 I wanna hold my babies

The Slashers with a Strong Muscular S/O:

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy likes it!

He’s less nervous around you because he isn’t as afraid of accidently hurting you or scaring you. And he doesn’t have to worry as much about you. He will still worry like crazy though, it’s just who he is.

Your strength is genuinely impressive. He’s not really met many people, none that he paid much attention to anyway, but you instantly catch his eye.

Just like you could watch him working all day, watching his muscles move, he could do the exact same with you. Cut to Luda May hitting you both on the back of the head, telling you to stop staring and get back to work.

Hoyt is definitely doing to make you do some work around the house, more than just household chores. More like dealing with victims or stripping the cars.

No matter how big and strong you are, Tommy is never going to like the idea of you dealing with the victims or being in dangerous situations. So your primary job will probably be dealing with the cars.

Michael Myers

Oh yeah...yeah, he likes that...

He loves your solid figure, that you’re nearly as imposing as him.

Something about the possible competition is almost exciting.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Seriously, spar with him. He both wants to prove that he is stronger than you and wants to test you.

He takes it easy on you at first, just wanting to study you a little. He will eventually put in more effort, surprised and impressed when you manage to hold your own pretty well. You’re the first and oh no, that’s hot.

Your strength is a huge turn on for Michael.

Whether he wins, pinning you underneath him, or if you manage to pin him beneath you...he’s interested.

Jason Voorhees

If you think your strength will stop him from worrying about you, you are dead wrong! He still worries about you getting hurt out in the woods. He does worry less than if you were a lot smaller though, so that’s something.

He does find your strength impressive and finds himself admiring you.

Oh wait, no! Put that down! Don’t strain yourself!

He is such a worrier but it’s endearing. If you tell him to back off, he will. And will just worry from afar.

You did a lot of heavy lifting when renovating the cabin and he kept getting distracted watching you, blushing behind the mask when you caught him.

Takes some time but you finally convince him to let you help set up the traps in the woods.

Brahms Heelshire

As soon as Brahms sees you from inside the walls he is...curious. You just look so...strong.

Once you know about him and you’re together, use your strength to impressive him.

He will just sit with his chin resting on his hand, drooling as he watches you do some heavy lifting.

When did you get a lap dog? Oh well, doesn’t matter, you have one now. Seriously, Brahms loves just making himself comfortable on your lap.

Hold. This. Man.

He fell asleep in the lounge once and, instead of waking him up, you just carried him to bed. This was a mistake because he LOVES it. Now you must carry him everywhere. Joking...mostly.

Will definitely pretend to be asleep so you have to carry him up to bed.

Will not complain about being cradled in your arms. Shut up, he likes it. You make him feel so safe and loved. Don’t stop.

Bo Sinclair

Admittedly, Bo wasn’t sure that he’d be attracted to somebody who challenges his dominance in Ambrose.

But god, he can’t deny that it kinda turns him on.

Tries to prove that he is stronger than you or something? Fails and huffs about it.

Do NOT pick him up. He will throw a tantrum and sulk for at least a week.

You will be expected to help out around town, doing some heavy lifting just like the other brothers.

Bo doesn’t actually have you working around the garage all that often, like he wants to prove that he can do it alone. Even though you already know that.

When you’re carrying something through town, you do catch him watching you quite often. He can’t help himself.

Shoot him a wink and he’ll instantly look away, muttering to himself.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent doesn’t see appearance as important but he can’t help but stare just a little bit.

Just look at those muscles! He will be sketching them for a while to come.

Will absolutely blush if you catch him staring or find anyway of his drawings.

He is impressed by your strength.

He appreciates your help but gets annoyed if Bo tries to pressure you into hauling bodies around or something else you might be uncomfortable with.

Vincent doesn’t like being picked up but is still impressed that you can do it.

But he does like it when you’re laying together and you wrap those strong arms around him. It makes him feel so safe.

Lester Sinclair

Oh god, you’re so hot. Oh god, what does he do. AHHH-

Will shamelessly stare at you, not even caring when Bo makes a comment about it.

Lester is not going to complain if you pick him up, the more time he spends in your arms the better.

So many piggy back rides.

You’re also very useful to have around when it comes to discarding of victims’ vehicles and dealing with roadkill, only if you’re comfortable with the gore of that of course.

Bubba Sawyer

This man is so in awe of you no matter what you do.

His brothers are trouble makers. Can you lift this? Can you lift that? How far do you think you can throw this?

Can you pick up Bubba?! Oh you can?! Poor boy is a flustered mess but babbles as if to compliment you. Your strength is really impressive.

Drayton will try to get you to do some more work, which you don’t mind. Everyone has to pull their weight and you understand that. But Bubba isn’t at all happy when he tries to get you to deal with the victims.

He knows you’re perfectly capable but...he still doesn’t want you getting involved with all that.

Billy Lenz

Billy thinks your body and your muscles are absolutely drool worthy.

Lots and lots and compliment and comments. He practically rambles them off.

When you’re holding him, you can hear him murmuring about your muscles and strength. You can also hear it when he’s watching you do some heavy lifting, he thinks that’s really hot.

Sneak attacks! Will randomly jump out from anywhere and jump into your arms, expecting you to catch him. You do and he’ll cling to you like a koloa, arms around your neck and legs around your waist, giggling and muttering something about how strong you are.

Like Brahms, will pretend to fall asleep on the couch so that you have to carry him to bed.

Also likes to sit on your lap with your strong arms wrapped around him. It makes him feel safe.

Otis Driftwood

Is both intimidated and...turned on? To be fair, nearly everything turns Otis on.

He seems to be a pretty dominant figure in the family, often making most of the decisions, so he isn’t sure how to feel around you.

But that doesn’t stop him from thinking about you all the time and having various sketches of those impressive muscles.

Do not pick him up. He will stab you. Seriously though, he hates it.

Is very proud to have you by his side and likes to show you off.

He loves how much you intimidate victims. Even if it’s the other members of the family that they should be worrying about.

Baby Firefly

Baby won’t shut up about your build and strength. Lots of compliments and teasing.

Will definitely use you as an intimidation tactic. If she causes trouble outside of the house and gets a little in over her head, she’ll grab your arm and pull you towards her, telling the other that you’ll kick their asses.

Not actually a huge fan of being picked up but if she’s in a playful mood, she might jump up onto your back.

Is the walk to somewhere just too long? You’re carrying her on your back, sorry. Otis will roll his eyes at that.

Yautja (Predator)

Absolutely loves it. Yautjas generally view humans as relatively weak and fragile, so he thinks you’re just fascinating.

Lots and lots of sparring! It’s something that your mate enjoys doing anyway so he enjoys doing it with you even more, and he likes to see just what you are capable of.

Being realistic, you aren’t going to be able to defeat him. Not only is he likely stronger than you no matter what, he also has much more advanced combat training.

But if you can hold your own surprisingly well, he is still thoroughly impressed.

I’m sure you already figured this out but it’s a huge turn on for your Yautja mate!

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #slashers x reader #slasher #Slashers #my writing

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waywardscorpio · 3 years

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Chapter 4: You're Our Omega, And We're Your Alphas

Tag list: @callmekda @braunstrowmangirl @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-loo @scuzmunkie @fanfiction-san @omg-im-such-a-masochist

*Dean's POV*

Y/N's now six months along in the pregnancy. I was pacing the locker room lost in my thoughts, until Y/N, snaps me out of it. "Dean?" She calls out from the door of the locker room, with one hand on her belly and the other on her hip. "Yes, Baby Doll?" I replied looking at her. "I'm hungry. I want jalapeno cheetos and yogurt." She said waddling over to me carefully. "In my duffle bag is some cheetos you like, and the yogurt is in the fridge over there, Baby Girl." I replied to her as I held her hips and kiss her softly. She smiled kissing back. "Thank you, Daddy." She said softly to me so, only I hear it.

"You're welcome, Baby Doll." I replied. There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I called out. "Nia and Randy." Randy calls back. "Come in." I said to them. "Hey." They said as they walked into the room. "Hey. What's up?" I asked. "Nia and I, are coming to watch over Y/N." Randy said. "Okay. She is not to leave either of your sides." I said as I finished taping my wrists off for my match. Nia nods her head. "We know Dean. I will not let her out of my sight. Someone tries to hurt her I'll break the bones." Nia said. "Good." I replied as Y/N absentmindedly watched videos and ate her food. I kissed her forehead before I went to leave for my match tonight.

*Little time skip*

After my match with Baron, i walked to my locker room and seen Y/N, sleeping and Randy and Nia talking quietly. Y/N stirs in her sleep whimpering a little. Knowing the reason she is stirring I lay my hand softly on her belly humming to sooth the pups movements. After a minute the pups relax and Y/N stops stirring and whimpering. Her eyes flutter open as she looks at me "Thank you" she whispers softly before drifting back off to sleep. "You're welcome, Baby Doll." I whisper to her. I look over at Randy and Nia. "What are y'all talking about?" I asked them as I stood up and walked over to them. "Randy here is wanting to court a female but can't figure out how what to get her" Nia said to me as she looks at me." I looked at Randy "What is one thing that she loves more than anything?" I asked him as I sat down and talked with them. "She loves to draw, dance, take photographs" Randy replies to me. "Okay. Why don't you buy her one of them computers that will allow her to record videos, has the pen and apps to draw, a camera to take as many photo's her little heart desires." I offered. "Thank you, I just said that to him" Nia said. "You can also get it in her favorite color(s) too." Nia said. "It won't be cheesy will it?" Randy asked us. "No, it won't but, even if it is, it's the thought that counts." Nia said. "I agree with Nia. The courting gift that I picked out for Y/N, was a necklace with a little teddy bear and ice cream pendants on it. She loved it and wears it still to this day." I said to him.

"Thanks you too" Randy said to me. "You're welcome" Me and Nia said at the same time to Randy. "So, who's all coming to the baby's shower?" Nia asked me. "Well for a sure note so, far it is going to be, You and Randy, Lana, Rusev, Me, Roman, Seth, some of the other wrestlers and divas will be there as well. Y/N invited her family and friends outside of the wwe as did me and the guys did. Y/N wasn't leaving her friends that has been like family to her since she's been here." I said. Nia smiled as she nods. "You okay?" Randy asks. "Yeah just hoping I'll be a good father." i said to them as I turned my head to check on Y/N before I turned back to Randy and Nia. "You will be Dean" I heard a small voice say. I turn my head to the voice and it was Y/N, sitting up on the couch rubbing her eyes softly. "I'm sorry, Baby Doll. I didn't mean to wake you up." I said to her as I watched her get up and waddle over to me to sit on my lap. "No, Daddy it's okay." Y/N said to me as she snuggles into me.

Roman and Seth, walked into the room and looks at us. "Wrapped around her finger" Roman whispered to Seth. "I heard that. And I won't argue with the statement either. I don't care that I am wrapped around her finger." I said to them. Nia and Randy just chuckled as they stood up. "We're going shopping to get stuff for the Baby shower." Nia said. "Rusev, and a few of the others will meet us at the huge mall" Randy said to us. "What happened between him and Lana." Nia asked Randy. "Lana divorced him for another alpha."

I looked down at Y/N, as she was eating her food while looking at her Tumblr. I smiled seeing her happy and relaxed for once and not upset and scared. She went from lookin' at Tumblr to lookin' at Wish. I knew she wanted something by the fact she would pout at me and show me what she was looking at. I pulled out my wallet, an handed her my credit card. "Get whatever you want Baby Doll." I said to her. Triple H walked in and seen what I did and chuckles. "She definitely gets what she wants." Roman nods. "He doesn't tell her no" He said. Y/N, giggles softly. "Nope, I don't tell her no. If she wants something she gets it." I said to everyone. "Told you." Randy, said to Seth. Seth, grumbles and hands Randy, fifty dollars. "Alright Baby Doll, I have to go get ready for my match." I said as I softly set Y/N, down. She whines softly "Nooooo." I frown a little "I promise, I'm coming back as soon as I am done with my match."

"Okay." She said. I hated leaving her side but I still had a job to do. I give her a kiss on the lips before I walked to the gorilla pen. "Here is your number one contender for the Wwe world heavy weight championship. Dean Ambrose!!!!" Jillian announced. I walked out to the ring with a firm glare set on my face. I knew this was going to be a long match because I was going against, Matt Hardy. He is one hell of a fighter and neither one of us get along with the other all that great.

As the match went on me and Matt were both bloody. I was able to get him with Dirty Deeds. "1...2...3... and your new champion is Dean Ambrose." The ring announcer says threw the mic. I walk up the ramp backwards holding the title up in my hands smirking evily.

I walk behind the curtain and walk down the corridor to my assigned locker room. I hear shouting and stuff crashing. I ran into the room seeing Y/N, hiding and Rusev and Bobby Lashley going at it while Seth and Roman are protecting Y/N, by standing in between her and them. "What the fuck is going on?" I yelled. "Bobby started it with Rusev." Nia said. Nia and Randy are trying to break them up. Bobby throws a vase at Rusev who ducks and it hits the wall beside Y/N's head. Dean dropped his belt and grabs Bobby, and throws him. "Now you fucked up you son of a bitch" I scream heated as I swing on Bobby. Y/N was shaking and crying. Seth picked her up checking her. He seen her hand is cut from accidently setting her hand on it trying to push against the wall to hide from all the yelling, and she was bleeding on the cheek from the glass bouncing off the wall. "Roman she has glass in her hand and cheek" Seth said. Roman's eyes went wide and he growls and pulls me away and grabs, Bobby himself. "Your my next match next week. I'm gonna show you what pain feels like" He said throwing Bobby, out the room and drags him to Triple H where him and The Rock was talking. They look at him and he tells them what happened. The Rock, growled "Make that a tag team match." He didn't like Alphas messing with other Alphas ladies or them causing harm to females.

"I will go announce it tonight at the end of the show." Triple H, said to Roman. Roman nods walking back not seeing us because we had took Y/N, to the infirmary. Roman panicked and only got angrier. "Y/N!!!!" He said looking for Y/N, Seth and Dean up and down hallways and locker rooms. Y/N, jumps hearing Roman yell for her. "Roman's mad." She whimpers softly looking at Seth. "Shhh it's okay. I'll go get him and let him know you're safe." Seth said to her softly kissing her cheek that wasn't cut. I held Y/N's, hand while Seth, went to find Roman. "Hey, she is okay just a small little cut on the cheek and the palm of her hand." Seth told Roman. "No, one came and fucking told me she was being taken to the infirmary." He said enraged by the fact no, one told him that Y/N, was going to the infirmary. "Calm down, Roman. We just wanted to make sure she was okay and not seriously hurt." Seth said to Roman. "And I'm her mate I should know too." He yells. "Okay, next time we will tell you. Please calm down. Y/N, can feel your anger and it is upsetting her." Seth adds as he looks at Roman. Roman rubs his hand down his face sighing. "Okay. I am calm. Now can I go see her?" Roman asked. Seth steps out of his way to let him by. Roman walked into the infirmary where Y/N, was at sitting on the edge of the bed and I was between her legs comforting her. "Daddy Roman!" She said reaching for him. He looks at her and walked over kissing her lips resting his head on hers. "I'm sorry Princess, for upsetting you." Roman said apologizing to her. She snuggles into him. "It's okay. You were worried about us. I understand, Daddy." She said. "I love you, Daddy." She whispered to him. "I love you, Princess." Y/N, smiles softly at his words until she whimpers seeing someone walk in.

"Oh look the big dog has been tamed by the little bitch." Dolph said laughing as he looks at Roman. "What did you just say about them?" I said to him. "I called her a Little bitch." He repeated. Roman growls pulling away from Y/N, making her whimper and reach for Roman. "She isn't no, such thing. She is beautiful and smart." Roman said. His eyes changed to a fiery red. "What's wrong Big Dog? Your lesh being pulled to tame you some more." Dolph said. "You can say what you want about me. But, you leave Y/N, the fuck alone." He said punching him in the jaw hard. Y/N, watched what was happening. I picked up Y/N, and carried her out as Seth pulled Roman, off Dolph. "Come on Roman, stop before you get arrested." Seth said as he pushes Roman back. "I don't care. No, one calls Princess, a Little Bitch." He said to him as he looks at him. "But beating him almost to death isn't gonna do anything either. Roman roars and throws stuff starting to get everyone's attention. "Roman you need to calm down." Seth said, to him. I knew Roman would calm down if Y/N, was there to sooth his angry Alpha side. "Okay I wanna help him. Take me to Daddy Roman, please?" She said reading my mind. I nodded my head carrying her. "Okay Baby." I set her on her feet as she makes slow steps towards Roman. He felt her presents and swiftly turns to her, eyes still red. "Daddy, its me. Your Princess. Y/N" She said softly reaching her hand up to touch his cheek. He growls a little but not to scare her. He wraps his arms around her waist pulling her close to him. "Shhh relax. It's okay. I'm okay, and I am safe." She said soothing the angry Alpha. He placed his head on her shoulder nudging her neck softly with his nose which earned a small mewl from Y/n's, lips.

I watched relieved that he calmed down. I hated seeing my brothers upset. Me, Roman, and Seth were like brothers.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe nxt #abo #stephanie mcmahon #triple h #wwe x reader smut #wwe the shield x reader #x reader #fanfic #wwe x reader

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Jealousy pt. 2 | Bo x Reader x Vincent

Hey everyone! Here it is finally, part 2! I didn’t want to skip over reader’s time with Bo but I also didn’t want this to run crazy long soooo I’m going to write a part 3 as well that will focus more on Vincent so hang on for that.

You chewed your lip nervously as Bo’s truck rolled past the town line. It’d been over a year since you’d entered Ambrose and by this point you had given up all hope of ever seeing the outside world again. You looked over to your capture, if you could even still call him that now, and noticed a tenseness in his jaw. Cautiously you stretched your hand out towards him and let your finger tips caress his cheek. He initially flinched at the gentle contact, throwing you a wary glance but he eventually relaxed and leaned into the touch. “You have to stop clenching your jaw like that. It’s not good for you.” You watched the muscles loosen as he breathed deeply though his nose. “Thank you, darlin’.” You smiled over at him before letting your hand drop back to your lap, your fingers weaving themselves together. “I should thank you... Again... For trusting me,” you clarify. Bo’s hand left the steering wheel and rested over your own, squeezing softly. “Just don’t make me regret it.” You only nod but that seems to be enough for Bo.

You fiddled nervously with the hem of your shirt as you peered out the window. You had loaded up the truck with groceries and building supplies and now all that was left to do was get dinner. The sun had just gone down and dusk was here, the sky churned a beautiful dark purple color. You eyed the little shops that dotted the stretch of road and all of the people walking around even now as the street lights flickered on. They laughed, smiled, and shopped. You wished you could be so blissfully unaware once again. You’d grown to love Ambrose and care fro all 3 of the Sinclair brothers but... You cut your own thoughts short, leaning back into your seat. As if he could sense your thoughts Bo squeezed your knee to draw your attention. You look up at him with a wavering smile as he parked. “C’mon now. We’re gonna have a nice time.” He opened the door up before sliding out and offering you his hand. You took it in your own and followed after him. He interlocked your fingers and you supposed it was more so you’d keep close by than anything else. You thought back to when you and Bo first entered town. He’d gripped you tightly by the shoulders and demanded you meet his intense gaze. ‘Don’t talk to anyone and don’t try to run off. Understand?’ You were quick to agree but Bo’s hands seemed to linger near you the whole time, ensuring you wouldn’t get far. Something that the man at the hardware store, Bo had called him Samuel, read as a romantic gesture. You blushed as you thought about how he’d called you a cute couple and complimented Bo on your appearance. Something that made him pull you closer. Now as you walked hand and hand with Bo down the street towards a petite restaurant you supposed you really did look like a couple. You looked over to him and caught his gaze. “I hope you’re hungry, this spot has the best Cajun food out this way. Lester and Vinny are gonna be happy when we bring ‘em back somethin’.” Your lips twisted into a smile, Bo might be rough around the edges but he really did care for his brothers. You thought it was sweet. He’d even made an effort to get things they liked from the grocery store and bought Lester new socks.

As you came to the entrance of the restaurant you grabbed Bo’s arm with your free hand and moved closer to him. You weren’t sure if it was so he’d know you weren’t going to try anything or because you were becoming used to Bo pulling you in. He requested a small table for two at the back of the dimly lit establishment, far from the door and within view of the bathroom if you asked to go. When you arrived at your table Bo’d pulled your chair out for you before sitting with his back to the corner. The waitress left you two with menus before wandering off. Your eyes scanned the options and as they did your stomach growled. Bo chuckled and grinned up at you. “Sounds like I picked a good spot. Get whatever ya want.” When the waitress returned Bo ordered a bottle of white wine for the two of you before placing his order, he opted for a crawfish étouffée. When she turned to you your eyes instinctively moved to Bo waiting for his nod, permission to speak, before ordering your own food. Bo reached across the table and took your hand in his own. You gladly leaned in, resting your elbows on the table. His thumb grazed over your knuckles as he spoke, “I’m glad you came with me. It’s nice to have company.” “I’m glad you don’t regret it. I’m having a good time.” Bo nodded in agreement. “Maybe we can do this more often.” He brought you knuckles up to his lips and kissed them gently. “If you’re good for me.” The tone of his voice sent shivers down your back. When your food wand wine were brought out Bo pulled back all at once. “Let’s eat!”

When you and Bo finally left it was fully dark an you were both stuffed with good food. You clung to Bo’s arm and for the first time he wasn’t holding onto you like you were about to make a run for it. Instead he laughed at you as you stumbled over your own feet. The two of you had polished off 2 bottles of wine and you definitely weren’t used to drinking anymore. “Don’t you laugh at me Bo Sinclair.” You leaned your body weight against him, trying to playfully topple him. But Bo was like a brick wall. “If I knew you were such a lightweight I would’ve cut ya off ya know.” “Pfft, a year ago I could of drank you under the table. Not my fault my tolerance is shot now.” He only shrugged at that as be brought you back to the truck. He opened the door for you before scooping you up in his arms, making you squeak. “Just makin’ sure you don’t get hurt.” He placed you gently into the truck and you scooted over so Bo could climb in beside you. You set down Lester and Vincent’s food before settling easily into Bo’s side. He smirked to himself and wrapped an arm around you. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he looked down at you fondly, his fingers brushing through your hair before he pulled out of his spot and took off back towards home.

The ride back seemed much shorter than the hour ride into town, maybe because you were tipsy and tired or maybe because this time Bo made an effort at conversation. He spoke lowly into your ear, so close you could feel his smile. And even though his words were casual it felt so intimate. You were used to Bo flirting sure but recently things were different. He was softer with you the past month, sweet even. And now he even trusted you to leave town with him. You didn’t know how or why this shift happened but you liked it. You liked having Bo’s arm around you, taking long rides with him, eating dinner alone with him. The two of you finally rolled back into town and instead of the dread you thought you’d feel you were happy. Glad to be home where you could crawl into your warm bed and go to sleep after a nice night out.

You helped Bo carry in the groceries and put them away along with Lester and Vincent’s food before hopping up on the counter. Bo came to stand in front of you, his hands on either side of your waist. “Did ya have a good time?” A shy smile stretched your face. “The best time.” His hand came up to play with the ends of your hair. “Good date?” Your eyebrows shot up in a way that would have made Bo laugh if he wasn’t eager for your answer. “Was this a date Bo?” He hummed lowly to himself, “I suppose it’s not. Ya know. Dates usually end with a kiss.” Your face flushed but you brought your arms up to wrap them around Bo’s neck, pulling him closer and leaning in. “Well I suppose you des-” you were cut off by Bo’s lips crashing into your own. His hands came to rest on your jaw and his lips moved clumsily but firmly against your own. The pure need that you felt radiating off of him was surprising but you found you liked it. You buried your fingers into the thick dark hair at the nape of his neck and kissed back, your eyes closing. You were so lost in the kiss that you didn’t hear the creek of footsteps just outside the entrance to the kitchen. But it didn’t escape Bo’s attention, instead it prompted him to bite your bottom lip making you gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a small moan from you. After a moment Bo pulled away, almost like he didn’t want to push his luck. You were both breathing heavily but he still leaned in to give you another small kiss before he stepped back a fraction. His smirk, which you used to hate, now looked so good on him. You giggled softly and leaned your forehead on his shoulder. “Yeah, good date.” He rubbed circles into your lower back before picking you up and setting you back down on your feet. “I’m glad. How about you head up to bed? I bet you’re tired.” You gave a little nod. “Yeah, good night Bo.” You pecked his cheek before walking off towards the stairs.

Bo sighed to himself, satisfied before turning to the hallway you hadn’t turned down. Vincent stood awkwardly just past the doorway. Bo strolled up to him, reaching deep down into his pocket. He pulled out Vincent’s drawing and pressed it against his chest. “You dropped this. And you’d be better off if y/n didn’t see it. Dinner’s in the fridge.” With that Bo slipped bast his brother and into the living room to watch some TV and have a nightcap.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #complete

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Hihi!

Could I get a male slasher matchup? If you don’t mind <3

I’m an enby and go by they/them!

I’m pretty pale and 5’7 with a normal frame, kinda muscular too! I have blue eyes with short ginger-brown hair. I have a small almost non existent scar under my left eye that im self-conscious about ugh.

My hobbies are candle making, skateboarding, photography, listening to music, and cooking/baking, I also play the piano and violin!

I don’t really talk to people I meet immediately, I’d rather listen to them talk first and get to know them by observing. Once I’m comfy I’ll talk for hours on things that interest me like horror and true crime (forensics student heck yeah). I can be humorous when I want, mostly teasing my friends playfully. I get anxious easily when I feel overwhelmed either with work or being around large crowds. I’m very friendly and caring, always there for the people I care about. Very empathetic too, I can understand anyone’s situation even if I haven’t lived through it myself. I’m more of an animal person than a people person, my dogs get all my love lmao. I’m not really scared of anything, only being alone hfhhghv I’m touch starved for sure, I’ll take any affection and cry about it while melting. Overall I’m very friendly, most people dont realize because i’ll rarely speak a full sentence.

Thank you for your time, I hope you have a nice day / night! Take your time <3 I love your work 🥺👉👈

Thank you! And sorry this took me forever but finally I've paired you with

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Mr. Vincent Sinclair!

First off, the two of you have a lot of things in common! Candle making is one of Vince's favourite past times when there aren't any victims around, he likes that you can play violin and will no doubt ask you to play him something if you're okay with it. Apart from that you're both also shy and touch starved people, Vincent needs just as much love as he can give you. He loves having you around since it's nice to have someone around who loves and cares for him on a more personal level, especially since the last person who loved him unconditionally was his mother. Vincent's love language is gift giving in the form of art so he'll draw you or sculpt things for you that he thinks would interest you.

Vincent loves a lot about you. From insecurities to the random habits you have, he pays a lot more attention to you than you'd think. Whether it's the scars you hate or the face you pull when you're in a really deep state of focus, he can't help but smile under that wax mask of his. Call him cliché but he wishes you saw him the way he saw you. Another thing is your sense of humour. Vince doesn't always understand your jokes but your sense of humour is still a beam of light to him in a way. It brings something positive to such an eerie place like Ambrose.

He doesn't really care if you're not a huge speaker since he's mute as well (or he's not that vocal, at least) but he's a great listener and loves hearing you talk about anything when you're more comfy around him - especially your path of study, he thinks it's interesting. He's also not grossed out by your true crime ramblings since he himself is a killer. Overall he's glad that you're into scary stuff since he knows that you aren't as freaked out by what he does for a living.

You don't have to worry about people - well, at least living people - in Ambrose unless you count Vincent's brothers and the occasional short lived guests. Vincent is a very protective person (especially protective of the people he loves) but if Bo has anything to say about Ambrose's newest couple, he will handle it because nobody is allowed to make fun of you. Vincent is glad you're a dog person because surprise, he has a dog! Jonesey isn't really fond of new people but you might just be an exception. If you spend enough time around him he'll start growing onto you and nearly forgetting about Vincent. Seriously. Imagine it getting to the point where Jonesey won't even bat an eye at Vincent and just come running to you whenever you enter the basement.

#slasherbastard matchups #slasher #writing #horror #slasher fandom #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair matchup #house of wax #house of wax 2005

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A Different WIP Wednesday: Behind Closed Doors

This isn’t exactly a WIP but it is a completed scene from an abandoned (for now) collection of Nabrina missing/extended scenes from the show. This one is from the end of Part 2!

The dress was uncomfortable. It was beautiful and while she didn’t mind a collar or a plunging neckline, the gold threaded dress she was currently wearing was itchy. And the fact that Lucifer had picked it out for her made her want to rip it off even more. She knew she couldn’t though, the literal world was depending on her to pull this off.

So she slipped on the gold shoes as well and played with the mask, contemplating waiting to put it on until she got there. They were all waiting for her downstairs and she knew Lucifer was waiting for her too at the Academy. She could picture his smug smile while sitting atop his throne of skulls, believing he’d won. But he hadn’t, not yet at least.

She’d attempted a Hail Malphus pass in trying to stop her Aunt’s wedding. She and Nick had worn another glamour and it had gotten them both expelled. But this was even more of a risk, more of a last ditch effort to keep Satan himself from destroying the Earth. From keeping herself from becoming the Queen at his side, and his child bride? Her stomach churned at the thought. His face had been dripping with victory when she’d tried to defeat him at the stone altar. Heaven, his bragging eyes had even been present when she showed up at Dorian’s and he revealed his master plan. He’d nearly jumped with glee when Nick appeared from behind the curtain, finding joy in the tears that were running down both their cheeks and enjoying that their relationship was in ruins. In Lucifer’s mind, it was one less tie his daughter had to the world she loved so much.

Nick hadn’t given up there though, showing up in her room hours later begging for forgiveness, for her to see his love for her had been true despite what the Dark Lord had tasked him to do.

Fix the Acheron and maybe I won’t hate you for the rest of my life.

That’s what she had said to him. But it couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Hate him? She couldn’t. That’s why his betrayal had hurt so much. It had cut a deep gash in her heart that he had mended after her breakup with Harvey. It had made her question everything since he’d sat with her at lunch, which Nick claimed he’d done out of his own volition and sheer awestruck reaction to seeing her for the first time. She wanted to believe that, and she guessed a part of her did or she wouldn’t have let him help. Her trust in him was shaky at best. She was unwilling to allow him to be the one to help her zip up that uncomfortable dress or clasp her shoes. But she could trust that he was smart, and a damn good warlock. So she handed over the Acheron and sent him away to work on it.

He’d taken it in stride, accepted it as the tiniest of olive branches. If he couldn’t hold her hand at least he could work on something to hold the Dark Lord. He found a quiet room in the Mortuary and went to work immediately, putting all he had into it. His heart had plummeted into his stomach, making him nearly lose his lunch when the Dark Lord told Sabrina of his plans. It was nothing he’d expected, and thought his devotion had to do with guiding a wayward witch to sign the book of the beast. Now he knew he played a role in the end of the world. He didn’t care much about that, meaning what he said to Sabrina in her kitchen. He only cared about her and it was Lucifer’s statements about her ruling by his side that had Nick fuming the most. That’s what had kept him working furiously on the Acheron, hands shaking and mind racing as he said all of his spells.

As the time drew nearer, and really it wasn’t enough time but it had to do, they all met in the Mortuary foyer before walking over to the Academy. Sabrina was in her gold dress and everyone else wore their demon glamours; it would be quite the show. Nick kept his distance from her, his entire focus trained on the Acheron still in his hands as he continued to mutter spells despite the fact that they were nearly leaving. She took note of how he looked at it, eyes almost begging for it to work. His entire face was furrowed in concentration, but it wasn’t the cute kind she’d admired when he’d perch on her bed studying or they’d research in the Sanctum. Back then she could swoop in and kiss his lips or his jaw and it’d draw a chuckle from him and he’d be willing to take a break. This concentration was desperate, and Sabrina knew without a doubt that desperation was for her.

She also knew that she could try and kiss him all she wanted, and he’d still be working on that damn Acheron. Because that is what would save them all.

Save her.

Still her feet that wore the uncomfortable heels couldn’t move in her uncomfortable dress to go to him. It seemed too big a task in that moment, like facing down Nick was scarier than facing down the Dark Lord.

Yet when they finally started the journey to the Academy, her mask in hand because she couldn’t bring herself to add another uncomfortable gold item to her outfit just yet. She found her gazes darting to him and her footfalls falling into step with his. Even when it seemed they were miles apart, they were in sync. He caught her looking nearly every time, having stolen some looks of his own. He could sense she was a little scared, his fearless girl.

Except she wasn’t his anymore, he’d lost her. She didn’t lose him though, she never would. He’d tied himself to her long before Lucifer came calling. She didn’t believe that right now but that didn’t really matter. All that mattered to Nick was that she got through this, that she wasn’t forced into a role she didn’t want and that she survived. And if his tie to her tethered him to a sinking ship or disaster, he’d hold on tight because it’d be worth it. Because she’d be above the surface breathing another day.

Her heart tugged to walk by him, take the Acheron out of his shaking hand and so it could hold hers instead. But her head kept her in between her Aunts with her eyes forward, avoiding his dark eyes for the rest of the trip. She knew how easily she got lost in them.

Her eyes stayed ahead but her thoughts continued to drift to him. She kicked herself for using the time she should be preparing to dwell on her boyfriend, her ex-boyfriend? She wasn’t sure what they were anymore, but what she did know was that the story of them wouldn’t stop replaying in her mind. She begged and prayed anyone left out there that it wasn’t all a lie. She didn’t think it was even possible to fake the glint he’d had in his eye when he asked her to the Valentine’s Dance. Or how his smile emphasized the curl of his tongue against hers when he’d kissed her properly for the first time. Not that their stage kiss hadn’t felt real all on its own. She hoped that he’d meant it when he toasted to her future as a High Priestess of the Church of Night. And they hadn’t spoken of it, but what business would he have had lying to his familiar when he yelled out that he loved her, trying to get Amalia to spare Sabrina. The same broken pleading was in his voice when he kneeled in front of her and told her he really did fall in love with her.

And in return she spat in his face.

It seemed deserved at the time, and it might have been. But as her footsteps brought her closer to the Academy, she’d wished she’d have told him she loved him too, thrown the Dark Lord’s devotion right back in his face with a grab of Nick’s hand.

Because she was pretty sure she had fallen in love with him right back.

Nobody wasted any time when they climbed the steps to the Academy. Zelda led the charge in search of Lilith and next steps. Nick passed the Acheron to Ambrose as he walked by, shooting it one last inspecting look.

Nick and Sabrina somehow found themselves alone on the steps in the back of the line, and he stopped her from going in with two gentle fingers on her arm. If she was surprised she didn’t show it. In fact, she looked almost relieved he had done it.

“Sabrina.” Nick started. His voice sounded like gravel, rough and painful. He reached out and his fingertips grazed the gold fabric of her dress. She let him do it, which surprised both of them. “I know this is all messed up and I hate the reason we’re all here...but you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Nick.” She answered him, using his shortened name. It made him visibly calmer, though being alone with her right now still made him nervous. He couldn’t help commenting on her beauty. He should have told her more just how stunning he found her, more exquisite than anyone else he’d ever seen. So just in case, he’d told her now.

“I’m so sorry, Sabrina.” Nick apologized as he changed the subject. He couldn’t help apologizing one last time either. He hadn’t known what he was going to say when he stopped her, and the pressure of it all had obviously turned his brain to mush. In reality there was nothing to say, he just wanted to be by her one last time.

She squeezed her eyes shut to try to keep the tears at bay. She didn’t think they could really haven’t this conversation now, despite not wanting to go into this with things left unsaid. She took a deep breath when he struggled to find more words. She grabbed the hand that was playing with her dress and intertwined their fingers. His hands were warm and soft, just as she’d remembered.

“Nick…”. She said his name again and took a step closer. They were outside in the open but somehow it had felt like the air had been sucked away. The only life giving source left was each other and it seemed nothing could tear their eyes apart. She saw the worry in his, muddled with something else she could only describe as love. She figured hers looked the same and she cursed Lucifer all over again for playing with both of their hearts. She leaned in a little bit more, and he memorized the scent of her, just in case. As she breathed him in she thought she might have kissed him, might have folded herself in his arms, or at least told him she’d forgiven him.

But she didn’t do any of those things because Lilith slammed the door open and demanded Sabrina come with her. They couldn’t keep the Dark Lord waiting any longer.

With one more lingering and longing look Nick gave a supportive nod.

“We’ll talk after?” He asked with hope and lifted his and to gently graze her cheek. She leaned into it slightly and nodded quickly in response. With a deep breath he went inside the door and looked back at her once before disappearing down a hallway in search of the others.

Lilith rolled her eyes and dragged Sabrina inside, giving her one last recap as to the plan as Sabrina out on her mask. Sabrina had the plan down and was filled with a hopefully well placed confidence that this would all work. The sooner they started the ruse the sooner the dress could come off and her comfy PJ’s could go on. The sooner she could she have a real conversation with Nick. One without the end of the world looming or hiding behind curtains.

She couldn’t wait until she could.

Because she wasn’t pretty sure anymore.

She loved him.

And when this was all over, when the Dark Lord was trapped in the Acheron, she’d tell him.

But she’d be too late.

#nabrina #WIP Wednesday #kind of #fic: behind closed doors #nicholas scratch #sabrina spellman #chilliing adventures of sabrina #part 2

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p class='p1' style='text-align:justify;'In Hypothesis VIII, we found ourselves considering something that is rather jarring to our sensibilities. We began listening to Saint Gregory the Great on the experience of those who die and come to life again and how this can happen by Divine Providence. We are presented with stories of those who are brought to deep repentance when they began to see that fearful state of Hell. We are also shown that such experiences may take place by God‘s providence perhaps not for the conversion of the one who is dying but for those who witness the the terror of the death of one outside of the grace of God and lacking a repentant heart. There is a fierce love at work bringing about our redemption and that fierceness shows itself by stripping us of any illusions about our lives; illusions either about our own mortality or the immortality of the soul. We see our great dignity and destiny in Christ. We are offered life eternal and an experience of union with the Triune God. However, this immortality of the soul outside of the context of our relationship with Christ presents us with a fearful reality; life without God and eternal death. God and his providence will scourge us in order to correct us and draw us back to the path that leads to life. He will allow us to taste the consequence and the bitterness of our own sin in order that we might turn away from it and hate it. This may not be easy to%2...

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beyondconfessor · 4 years

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Principle Decisions [1/24]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lilith/Zelda Spellman

Summary: Zelda couldn’t look away from the words as she touched over the embossed typography.

Lilith

Dominatrix

N.B.: Also posted on AO3. This is pure fantasy, please suspend your disbelief.

She fingered the card, drawing her nail over its edges. It had an entirely over the top design, with a bright red background and black lettering. Despite how over-the-top she felt the graphic design was, Zelda couldn’t look away from the words as she touched over the embossed typography.

Lilith

Dominatrix

As if it had burned her, she dropped the card on her desk. On its back, the card presented the phone number and email address of the woman. Terribly gauche: [email protected].

The business card––if you could even call it that––had been slipped out of the jacket of a new book she’d purchased, and since her discovery of it, Zelda’s eyes had been drawn to it, a strange temptation pulling at her.

She’d only bought the book as a way to offer an olive branch to Hilda. If her sister weren’t so terribly awkward around any mention of sex, she would have wondered if she had been the one to slip the card into the book. No, likely the so-called dominatrix had wandered through the shop and decided that the newest bestseller would be an excellent place to advertise her business.

The sheer gall of the woman.

It had been some time since she’d engaged in any sexual relationship. Since Edward’s passing, Zelda’s world had been entirely taken up with raising Sabrina. Hilda had helped, of course, given that she was the original caretaker of Ambrose––but the bulk of Sabrina’s raising rested on her shoulders. Between that and balancing her work at the Academy, Zelda had little time to date.

And in the few times, she did date she would inevitably end up exhausted by the need to care for someone’s emotional needs on top of her family and usually wound up requesting that they never see each other again.

At least if she engaged with a sex worker, she wouldn’t have that issue.

A knock came at the door of her office, pulling her from her thoughts.

“One moment,” Zelda said, before taking the card and hastily set in the drawer of her desk. She should throw it away into the wastepaper bin, tear it up into pieces, and yet she found herself pushing the drawer shut, feeling a strange temptation dim but not entirely die away. “Come in,” she called.

The door pushed open, and her niece stood in the doorframe, bag slung over her shoulder as she stepped into the room. “How was work?”

“Busy,” Zelda sighed, rising from her chair. “How was school?”

“Fine.”

“Nothing happened, today?” Zelda inquired.

“Well,” Sabrina began, bouncing on the heels of her shoes. “Principle Wardwell did go on a warpath against Coach Craven. That was pretty cool.”

“Wardwell? Isn’t Hawthorne the principle there?”

“No, he left over Summer. It was in the news bulletin.”

Zelda rolled her eyes as if she cared to read that. The PTA and Parent-Teacher nights had always been Hilda’s realm of experience. There were limited choices of schooling in the area, and Baxter High had more students going off college than Riverdale. And like hell, she was sending Sabrina off to some boarding school as her parents had done with her, Edward and Hilda.

Collecting her day planner and unmarked essays, she began sliding them into her bag as she asked, “so why did your new Principle go on an alleged war party?”

“Craven said that Theo couldn’t join the men’s football team. So Roz and I complained to Wardwell, and she stormed off and immediately told him off in the middle of try-outs. It was…pretty awesome actually.”

“It’s definitely a way to make enemies,” Zelda said. “Take it from me, Sabrina. Public humiliation may force someone to obey for the moment, but they’ll look for any opportunity to enact their revenge.”

Sabrina’s lips pressed shut, her excitement dying. “I thought it was pretty great, actually. He should be called out for his actions.”

“And the best place to do that is in a formal setting,” Zelda said as she switched off the office light. Stepping into the hall, she drew the door shut and locked the door. “In a position of leadership, especially one so newly forged, it’s better to think about the long term effects of a stable work environment. Sowing discord will only turn the other teachers against her.”

“Well, the students love her,” Sabrina pointed out defiantly, missing the point.

With a sigh, Zelda drew up and rolled her shoulders. Her niece was sixteen, thinking the whole world revolved around her. Students came and went, but the teachers would remain, and if Principle Wardwell wanted to keep her job, it would be in her interest to make friends with the staff.

“How did your classes go?” she asked, deferring to a safe topic as they walked out of the university’s grounds to the parking lot. Sabrina began babbling beside her, discussing her recent marks in English and History, the study group she’d formed and then quietly toeing away from discussion of one particular class.

“Didn’t you have an exam for French today?”

Sabrina flushed, fiddling with her bag. “I…passed.”

Zelda paused, turning to look at her niece directly. “Define a pass.”

“C plus?”

Zelda bit back the flared anger as she pressed her lips together, watching as Sabrina squirmed under her scrutiny. “Perhaps I should switch to speaking French at home, then?”

“No, I hate it when you do that. Look, it barely makes up my grade, I’ll fix it up with the essay at the end of the month, and then I’ll be back to being an A-minus student.”

“Yes, well, unless you want your allowance to drop—“

“Come on! That’s hardly fair. It’s not like we live in France. I don’t even see the point in why I have to take this stupid class. ”

“Language is important, Sabrina. When you travel, you can’t just go around assuming everyone speaks English. By your age, I already spoke Italian and French fluently. By my twenties, I’d learnt Mandarin, German and Latin. Now, there are few languages that I don’t speak in one dialect or another.”

“I know, but…I don’t even know if I want to travel.”

“Of course you do,” Zelda said. “Everyone travels, or you’ll end up like your Aunt Hilda, working in a bookshop with no idea of how the world works.”

Sabrina went quiet as they arrived at the car. She climbed into the passenger seat, drawing her bag into her lap and buckled her seatbelt with a stony face.

Zelda drew in a breath, setting her own bag on the backseat before sitting down into the driver’s seat. Sabrina had always been soft for Hilda, defending her against Zelda any time she made a sniping comment towards her.

Perhaps the comment had been a little harsh. Only last night had the three of them broke out in an argument after Hilda advised that she would be permanently working at Cerberus Books and not just ‘helping out’ as she initially advised. Honestly, a retail assistant? Hilda had as fine an education as she had, and now Zelda was an academic, teaching at Greendale University, and Hilda…worked in a bookshop.

Not to mention the sudden talks of her moving out. Ambrose was still at university, in his final year of his masters, and Sabrina still had another year and a half before she was off, flying around the world before she settled on a college.

Leave? Unlikely. It was an empty threat Hilda proposed to hurt her.

They drove home in silence, with Sabrina’s growing bad mood taking up the space of the car. By the time that they arrived home. Sabrina didn’t even wait for the engine to switch off before she was unbuckling her seatbelt and running up the steps of the house.

Zelda paused, watching her niece push open the front door, likely to remain hidden in her room until summoned for dinner. She considered following up the stairs to Sabrina’s room and advising of how unacceptable her actions were, and yet the day felt heavy on her shoulders. She didn’t want another argument with Sabrina.

She didn’t want another argument. If Hilda would stop being so selfish, they could actually take the time to raise the children.

Stepping out of the car, she pulled out her bag from the backseat and then locked the doors behind her––not that it really mattered, they were so far out from any neighbours that there was a more pressing concern for a bear to get into the car, rather than a burglar.

She passed Ambrose sitting on the veranda, a book of poetry in grip and a glass of wine sitting next to him (in a tumbler, which she did take offence to, they owned perfectly suitable wine glasses).

“Auntie,” he greeted, looking up from the book. “How fairs the undergrads?”

“Fine,” she remarked. “I had the pleasure of seeing Prudence today.”

“Oh?” he remarked casually. “I had thought she’d have dropped out by now.”

“She asked about you.”

Ambrose seemed to pause, biting on the inside of his cheek before he gave a strained smile. “And should I go running into her arms again because she inquired as to how I was going?”

Zelda stared at him and watched as his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“Don’t apologise when you don’t mean it, or learn to lie better.” She paused, watching guilt wash over his face. “You should speak to her. At the very least it might bring you the much-needed closure you require to move on.” Before he could say anything further, she brushed past him, entering into the foyer of the home.

A door slammed upstairs, signalling her niece’s growing foul mood. But unlike Ambrose, who often drowned the house with music to signal his moods, a stillness followed the slammed door.

Her eyes drew up to the stairs, a part of her wanted to seek out Sabrina and apologise before she snuffed out the very desire to do so. Instead, she drew to her home office and set her bag down, drawing out her computer and essays, preparing herself for evening work to be completed after dinner.

Drawing into the kitchen, she noticed that Hilda was already at the stove, stirring around what looked to be onion and mince. At the same time, she had an assortment of diced vegetables running on another element beside it.

“Evening, sister.”

“Oh! Zelds. I thought it was you.”

“Who else would it be?” she asked, going to the cupboards to pull out the dishes. Usually, it was Sabrina’s job to set the table for dinner, but she could wash up and dry the dishes after dinner, given her impetuous mood.

“Oh, well…” Hilda spluttered, before turning to look over her shoulder. “So, what did you think of Doctor Cee’s little shop? Quite the business, hm? And the café has been busy of late!”

Zelda bit her tongue to stop the first thoughts she had from coming out. She set down the plates before looking at her sister and catching the hesitation.

“It’s…good that you’re happy,” she said, feeling other words rise in the back of her throat. She swallowed them back and smiled at her sister, hoping it came across genuine enough.

Hilda returned the smile, and it was enough to unknot the growing anxiety in her chest. Perhaps they could make it through dinner without another argument. “And have you given the book a look, yet? It’s flying out of the store lately. A real page-turner.”

Zelda gave a small nod. She’d got as far as the first page before the card had slid out onto her desk.

Swallowing, she tucked a wayward curl behind her ear, trying to not think of the words.

Dominatrix. She shivered, remembering what it was like to feel rope twist around her hands.

In her early twenties, she’d engaged in an assortment of different forms of BDSM with different partners, both on the receiving and giving end. And yet something about that embossed lettering brought a flicker to a long lost flame inside of her.

It had been…a long time—at least two years since she’d engaged in anything other than masturbation. The dating pool in Greendale and Riverdale was small enough that, inevitably, everyone knew everyone––and given her position, casual sex would only lead to complications. The last thing she needed was another man at her office, begging for a date.

Or a woman leading insistent voicemails on the landline.

But a dominatrix would be discreet. And it would just be an itch, after all.

A part of her worried. It could be a student she’d taught, trying to make extra money to pay for their education. Or it could be a number of acquaintances––someone from the board?

It could be Shirley. That thought sent a cold feeling down her spine.

“Zelds?”

She looked up, realising her sister had asked her a question. “Pardon?”

“I was just asking if you started the book.”

“Oh, just the first few pages. I’ll get to it on the weekend.”

Hilda squinted at her before stepping forward. “You’re looking a little flushed. You’re not coming down with the flu, are you? You’re always working yourself sick.”

“I’m fine,” she said, stepping away from her sister. “I’ll go tell Ambrose and Sabrina to wash-up, shall I?”

“Oh, yes, I suppose dinner will be made in a moment.”

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The Final Witch’s Quarry (Prologue)

Chapter: The Foretellings of sinners

Pairing: Prince Caliban x Reader

Summary: A prophecy of Earth’s final witch will lead Sabrina and Ambrose to the only person who could help them stop Caliban.

Notes: so this is just a fun little fic I wanted to try out, but I’ll also be doing requests on the side. If you want a quick one shot to read, don’t be afraid to ask. Let me know if you liked this! Just to be clear the character is fairly young maybe around 20. The final witch does not mean the last witch ever created. She just the final powerful witch. Just putting that out there.

Part 1

The pure disdain Sabrina began to feel stemmed its way into the deepest crevices of her heart as she began formulating a plan - any plan! This hatred was aimed towards a certain unruly, narcissistic, asshole known as Caliban, but it was an even bigger hatred towards herself. Nick volunteered himself to be tortured by the worst evil known to this world to avoid Sabrina’s predestined throne, and there she was accepting it.

Sabrina draped her body over the nearest seat in her bedroom, which so happened to be aimed at a distance in front her full length mirror. Her heart ached at her reflection just as it ached for Nick to be okay. The truth is she had a longing for someone besides Nick. She missed herself. She missed being Sabrina Spellman not Sabrina Morningstar. She recalled the countless times she stared into that mirror as she smiled at the outfit she happened to put together that day. There was an innocence Sabrina had lost since she turned sixteen. It was an innocence she desperately missed. Now, she could feel her heart blacken. She could never admit it to anyone but herself; however, Sabrina adores being Queen of Hell. The power is insatiable, and it makes her hate herself even more.

The sound of Sabrina’s door bursting open made her jump. She gasped at the sudden intrusion but recovered after seeing her darling cousin Ambrose in the doorway. He was puffing breathlessly as he tried to speak.

“Cousin! I-I worked and I- it took me forever, but I can’t believe I- I just.” He panted as he grasped onto the book he was holding.

Sabrina became more and more confused as she tried to make out the utter nonsense seeping out of Ambrose’s mouth. She stood up from her seat and ran up to him as she rubbed his back, trying to appease his wheezing.

“Ambrose,” she lifted his face so he was staring right at her, “what’s the matter with you? What happened?”

He caught his breath, and Sabrina noticed a sparkle in his eye. He had a plan! Her aunties and cousin had learned about Sabrina’s new but tentative occupation as Hell’s new evil overseer, and they had been trying to form a plan on defeating Caliban’s contest for the crown with no luck until now.

“I did some digging.” He pushed past Sabrina, and laid his book on her bed as she followed. “I think I found someone who could save us from all our problems.”

He pointed at a photo within his book that was terrifying as was intriguing. A chilling drawing of a hooded figure with skeletal arms and claws like daggers lay before the young queen. She shuddered but frowned at the words scrawled above the drawing in black scratchy font.

The Final Witch

“Well, that certainly isn’t ominous.” she eyed Ambrose skeptically, but he only chuckled at her cluelessness.

“The final witch is an old prophecy of the most powerful witch to ever be seen-” he was cut off by a very impatient Sabrina.

“Why is that? Is she even more powerful than The dark lord’s daughter?”

He smiled and nodded, “She is the most powerful. Her power is made of heaven and hell.”

—

Her origins are unknown

“Wake up! Please wake up!”

They say she will have an overwhelming hatred for the dark lord, but no one will know why.

“You promised me they wouldn’t get her!”

“My dear, I make deals not promises,”

I’m sure it isn’t that hard to figure out.

Sabrina shh! Do you want to hear the story or not?

Sorry, sorry!

It’s said that her anger for the dark lord would allow her to communicate with the false god.

“C-can you help me?”

“Hold my hand,”

H-how do we find her?

Did I ever tell you of my trip to New Orleans?

—

You came to Brooklyn with the hope of peace. You found that in your small brownstone shop. It was one of the only places you found true happiness. Normally mornings went by a lot quieter, but a certain two winged weirdo was not letting that happen.

“Come on! Sage, darling, please drop it,” you begged.

Your beautiful owl seemed to mock you as she danced around with the small mouse trapped in her mouth. However, Sage got too distracted with dancing around and she dropped the poor vermin. You frowned as it ran out of your little shop, making two customers almost trip trying to overstep it. Sage let out a low whistle alerting you to be cautious around the new comers. You cleared your throat and walked around the counter hold an assortment of potted plants with a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry about that, we are having a bit of a rodent problem,? You apologized quickly as you eyed Sage.

You saw Sage’s eyes glare at the visitors. She let out another low whistle and flew to the other side of the shop.

Sabrina and Ambrose grimaced at the quaint plant shop. How could the most powerful witch in the world sell plants?

“Ah, yes,” Ambrose began closing in on the young woman, “I am in need of a certain plant. I believe it goes by the name of La Fluer du Mal.”

Your breath hitched at the name, but you showed no other expression that showed you knew exactly what the man was speaking of.

“Um, could you say that in English,” you asked feigning innocence.

“The flower of evil,” Sabrina spoke up, "you know, the only flower that grows in Hell.”

You eyed the girl as she gave an all too sweet smile. It took you a moment, but it clicked. Sage wasn’t warning you of trivial robbers or thieves; she could smell a witch a mile away. Probably another group of amateur witches needing some special ingredient to a little spell, but what spell uses that flower.

“Hell,” you chuckled, “sure should I bring you a vampire while I’m at it?”

You made a move for a small notebook from under the counter and began your daily sketches.

“Look I only sell what you see on the counters. Depending on what you want, I’ll order it in for you. However, unless Hell has an eBay account, you outta try something else.” You say not lifting your eyes off your paper.

The two looked really frustrated with your lack of compliance, but you could tell a plan was brewing in that blonde little head. She stepped closer to you and leaned against the counter you were drawing on. She had a sly smirk as she watched you draw.

“That’s beautiful,” she said as your hand continued sketching out a beautiful owl overlooking a beautiful landscape.

You nodded at the compliment and uttered a quiet ‘thank you’.

“Do you take requests? I’ll pay!” Sabrina asked.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Fine, I might as well make some money off of you, but nothing too complicated.” You muttered as you flipped to a different page.

Sabrina nodded excitedly as she reached into Ambrose’s backpack and pulled out a book. She hoped this would work. Quickly she slammed the book down on a certain page. She pointed to the black figure from earlier and smiled. It was upside down, but you recognized that insulting drawing.

“This should be easy enough.”

Your nose flared at the stupid illustration in front of you. They were not here for a fucking flower; they were here for you.

“Sure,” you muttered spinning the book to face you. You began outlining the figure quietly as Sabrina stared expectantly at you.

“This is a prophecy, you know.” You hummed as you pressed the pencil harder against the paper, “There was this witch who struck a deal it seems. She obviously didn’t get what she wanted.”

You paid no mind to the girl’s voice. You knew what she was doing.

“I can’t figure out why she would stupidly make a deal with the devil. Then, she has the nerve to get mad after! Can you believe that! How is it the devil’s fault? I mean she asked and he delivered am I right?”

“Sabrina,” Ambrose warned.

Sabrina knew she was playing with fire, but she needed this girl to cut the crap already.

“I bet people got hurt because of it. You don’t make a deal with the devil and come out unscathed.”

The grip on your pencil was tightening as you tried to keep your cool. She had no idea what happened to you. You felt this Sabrina girl move her face closer to yours as she whispered.

“So, who the fuck did you hurt?”

Your face faltered into a frown as you slammed both your hands on the counter. You smirked at the fear in their eyes as they jumped up. You licked your lips as you released a small sigh.

“It isn’t wise to piss me off. Especially since you have no fucking clue what you are spouting on about.” You tore the drawing out of your notebook and slid it at Sabrina harshly.

“That’ll be twenty bucks please,”

Sabrina mumbles to herself as she dug in her pockets for a twenty. You pushed the notebook under the counter and grabbed a watering can.

“What can I do for you, witches?”

“We need your help,” Ambrose explained.

You rolled your eyes and began tending to the plants around the store as they tailed you.

“Hell is in trouble, and we need you to help us restore the power.” Sabrina butted in.

“Uh uh, I was talking to him. You don’t get to talk.” You waved your hand and put a silencing spell on Sabrina, forcing her lips shut. “You’ve clearly done enough talking for today.”

A muffled scream came from Sabrina as she clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Anyways, why would I ever help Lucifer fix up his turf?” You asked nonchalantly lifting a cute succulent you were trying to revive.

Sabrina pulled the small plant from your hands and locked eyes with you. You watched as your seemingly unbreakable spell slowly dissipated from her lips in shock.

“H-How-“

“I’m Sabrina Morningstar my powers come from my father, who I am told you despise. I need you to help me continue to keep the throne from him and all others like him. Trust me when I say this is bigger than me and you,” she reasoned.

Sabrina watched as red hot anger seeped into your eyes. Your jaw clenched at the realization that Lucifer’s daughter stood right before you.

“Your father took everything from me! I could kill you right now and still receive the revenge I’ve been craving,” you seethed as you got right in her face.

Ambrose pulled Sabrina behind him as he tried to calm the situation. “Please, this situation is worse than your anger,”

You scoffed, “Do you want to bet on that?”

Ambrose winced at the girl’s outburst. “We’ll do anything to help you get your revenge on Lucifer besides hurt Sabrina,”

“You come into my shop, spout utter nonsense, disrespect me and my past, and bring a fucking Morningstar before me then expect me to help you?”

They nodded shyly at your words. You chuckled at their desperation. Your body wanted to tear both of them apart, but your mind was in complete shock when you realized Lucifer no longer held Hell’s throne. His own daughter was ensuring it; this was hysterical.

Take the offer

It was a quick instruction from deep within your mind. If you weren’t constantly paying attention, you would have missed it. It was remarkable! That was not just an order from the dark lord or the false god you were hearing inside your head. You had clear mind links with both, and you knew both of their voices very well. However, the was the first time you received the same command from both.

Take the offer and restore the balance

You pondered their words. They could only hear what you directly told them. Your thoughts were your own.

Oh, you would take this offer. You would take it along with everything Lucifer cares about.

“I’ll help you,”

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