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valiwrites · 5 months ago

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incorrect quotes with f1 drivers & y/n

part 2

: ̗̀➛ including: today's drivers & formal/retired drivers : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, ooc drivers (i tried to make it as much accurate as i could), lestappen mentioned

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Lando: Wanna see how bad ass i am?

Lando: *punches the wall*

Lando: ...could someone take me to the hospital

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FIA: swear words are illegal now. If you say one, you'll be fined

Max: Heck

FIA: You're on thin fucking ice

Max: Oh no

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Charles: *narrator voice* Monaco. I'ts a rough burrow but hey, it's home

Y/N: You aren't supposed to say narrator voice Charles-

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Michael: Gues what number i'm thinking of

Niki: Four-twenty?

Michael: No, that's really immature of you. Someone else guess and please take this seriously.

Ayrton: Is it sixty-nine?

Michael: Yeah, it was sixty-nine

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Y/N: I don't get why we need racing training. Racing is just like mario kart except you can't throw shells at people.

Sebastian:

Lewis:

Sebastian: Alright, so you're never racing again.

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Charles: Who knew getting in trouble would be so hard

Carlos: I gotta give you credit, Max. You make it look easy.

Max: Years of practice.

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Lewis: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Y/N: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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Daniel, walking up to a dead body: First of all, big mood.

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Max: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Sergio: I was in the will?

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Ayrton: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Y/N: You left me, Michael, and Alain in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Ayrton: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Lando: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

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Y/N: There's a mental illness among us...

Carlos: Is it imposter syndrome?

Y/N:

Carlos: That was the funniest joke I have ever made in my life, and I feel like you don't appreciate me enough.

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Y/N: Max, no.

Max: Max, yes.

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Y/N: What’s your name?

Ayrton, whispering to Alain: Can I tell them my real name?

Alain: No!

Ayrton: I’m…Alain.

Alain, whispering to himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right…

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Oscar: Nice rock.

Charles: Thanks, Max gave it to me.

Max: I threw it at you!

Charles: Isn't he the sweetest?

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Y/N: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

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Lando: *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Charles: What was that?

Lando: The sound of Oscar's problem.

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Carlos: I really like Eminem.

Lando: I prefer skittles.

Y/N: He's are talking about the rapper.

Lando: Why would he eat the wrapper?

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Max: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

Sebastian: You were flirting with Charles.

Max: So what? He's my boyfriend.

Sebastian: You asked him if he's single.

Max:

Sebastian: And then you cried when he said he isn't.

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album-tourney · 11 months ago

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Okay so here are the current 32 songs that will be entered into the 2000s music tourney, the next 32 will be determined via submissions

Pokerface by Lady Gaga

Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Toxic by Britney Spears

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne

All my Life by Foo Fighters

American Idiot by Green Day

1985 by Bowling for Soup

Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

Somebody Told Me by the Killers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees

Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz

Sugar we're goin down by Fallout Boy

Brave as a noun by AJJ

Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyonce

The Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine

Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

She Hates Me by Puddle Of Mudd

Stacy's Mom by Fountains for Wayne

All the Small Things By Blink 182

Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

Hurt by Johnny Cash

Hey Ya by Outkast

Rehab by Amy Winehouse

Stan by Eminem

Do you realize by The Flaming Lips

Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train

Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

Fireflies by Owl city

#2000s

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awhoreintheory · 9 months ago

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In Eminem's Album "The Eminem Show" he has a song called Business that directly references Batman. He also has repeated references to Robin and Batman's dynamic throughout many of his songs right right are you following my thought train??

So it is logical to assume Eminem either doesn't exist in Peter's home universe or Marvel, or he has entirely different songs with more Marvel based super hero references. (The easier option is he doesn't exist tho)

I just think it'd be neat for Peter to discover Eminem in DC and I have literally no reason other than I love Eminem

Peter, running past Tim at neckbreaking speeds while rapping Rap God: youassumingthatimhumanwhatigottafotogetitthroughtoyouimsuperhuman—

Tim: dear god, Stephanie got to him

Jason, exiting with flair: yeah, good luck with that

Bruce, with a long suffering sigh:

Stephanie, wiping away a single tear: he's glorious

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theclassiccherry · 1 year ago

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class 2-a misc. headcanons

hey, I'm cherry. welcome. recs are open if you're interested. much love, drink some water, and take care babe. (also, a lot of this turned into their music tastes, so??)

tw: language, but that’s expected w me

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-Todoroki and Momo are both well traveled, having been to multiple countries, and at one point or another becomes something the two share about with one another.

-Deku absolutely had a fnaf phase.

-It's canon Bakugou likes romance novels; however, sharks I present to you: Bakugou watches Bridgerton. Send tweet.

-Mina has a fake and has used it to buy alcohol; however, this doesn't work so well after the sports festival after she's disclosed as a first year.

-I saw someone posted that Bakugou is a Kendrick Lamar fan, so whoever originally posted that, full credit to you (if you know, please comment and I'll tag them) -- I'd like to add he's a Future, Metro, 21 Savage, and The Weeknd fan as well, and you bet your ass he's training to The Hills, 10 Freaky Girls, and Mask Off.

-Bakugou has a skin care routine.

-Kirishima knows 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield by heart. If it gets played, he gets into that shit.

-There's a speaker system in Gym Gamma, and everyone takes turns on aux whenever there's a class practice. Songs that get played most are as follows:

Surround Sound by JID, 21 Savage, and Baby Tate

Without Me by Eminem

Literally anything that's by Rihanna, Pitbull, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, or Blackpink

m.A.A.d city by Kendrick Lamar

10 Freaky Girls by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin

Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar

(idk I feel like rap goes hard when you're training to kick ass, yk)

Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (one of kiri's favorite songs)

yk Smooth Operator by Sade too 😭

-After the drake disses, no one is allowed to play drake, it gets vetoed almost immediately. however when not like us comes on, everyone holds the 'A MINORRR' and it's fucking gold

-Bakugou, Mina, Jirou, and Kirishima are primarily in control of the music cause the class tends to like whatever they play, but if enough people yell skip, the song gets vetoed.

-Deku could roast the shit out of someone if he chose to, like if you put him in Wild'n'Out he'd gut bitches, he's just too nice and keeps his mouth shut 99.9% of the time. Considering he knows so much about people, their habits, and quirks, he's also unintentionally got dirt on people. All of saying is, Deku could 1000% pull a Kendrick Lamar and end someone's career if he just decided to.

-Inko Midoriya brings food over to the class dorms for those who choose to remain in the dorms. She's the emergency contact for like, half of the class, and is essentially everyone's mom. If something's wrong, Momma Midoriya is already in the mom van and on the way.

-Mitsuki is a wine mom. Tell me I'm wrong. I'll wait.

-Kirishima has like, 50 flavors of protein powder. it's all stacked neatly on a shelf in his dorm.

-Kaminari has been banned from the kitchen, he's too much of a liability once he starts 'cooking'.

-Sato keeps a cookie jar, and bakes fresh cookies every couple days - it lives in the kitchen off to the side. He's also just really laid back, and if you're on your cycle and have a specific pastry you're craving, if you ask, he'll make it for you fresh if he has the time.

-Kirishima is a hugger and if you've had a bad day, and need a hug, just hug him. He'll sit there and hold you as long as you need, stating it's, "manly to hug it out!"

-Deku also gives amazing hugs, but is too shy to do so with people he's not close with.

-Mina and Hagakure host dance parties every Friday night for the girlies. No boys are allowed, but Aoyama is invited because he's fabulous.

-Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero play Fortnite and COD together. Kirishima called them the 'Baku-squad' once and that's when that term was first coined by the group (in my headcanons). Bakugou secretly likes that it's named after him.

-Deku, Tsu, Uraraka, Todoroki and Ilda have a Minecraft server together. Deku built a massive All Might and proceeded to live in it, Tsu has a hut by the mangroves, Uraraka lives in the cherry biome, and then Todoroki and Ilda have this really organized massive house in a spruce forrest. When everyone saw it for the first time, they all went, "holy shit...". Lest to say it soon becomes the HQ of the server when they suit up for the ender dragon fight.

-Speaking of Minecraft, Deku builds the most elaborate red stone you've ever seen, but cannot explain how and what he built to save his life. He also owns all of the Minecraft books that came out in like, 2016.

-Aizawa lives on Melatonin gummies, black coffee, and shear force of will. I also feel like at one point in his early 20s he smoked cigarettes then quit.

-Sero's hammock is something he keeps as a privilege after Bakugou broke it.

-Bakugou just happens to 'make too much' food and happens to make sure his friends have eaten properly.

-Present Mic is a die hard Mitsuki fan.

-Aizawa genuinely loves his students and does little things for them. Like at graduation, there's a small note from him to each student in their diplomas for them to find later. It's personalized for each of them, but he gives his personal contact to all in case they ever need anything (he would drop everything and help but he won't say that out loud).

-If Bakugou or Midoriya ever got ahold of Thor's hammer, they'd both be worthy. Bakugou more-so at the end of the series than the beginning. Kirishima could also lift it depending on the situation.

-Mineta's been sent to detention multiple times for looking up things he should NOT be googling on the school WiFi. Aizawa is really sick of his shit, he refuses to even look at the links anymore cause it's bad, and so he just lectures him like a hopeless parent and then gives the Chromebook back lmao

-Aizawa uses his body wash as face wash and has flawless skin.

-If Denki was a vine, he’d be the *calling roll call* “Uh, Shithead?” “It’s pronounced shi-thead”

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therealcocoshady · 11 months ago

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Meeting Marshall Mathers

Author’s Note : Hi guys 💕. I’ve been thinking about ways a potential Reader might meet the one and only Marshall Mathers. Maybe for future one shots. Enjoy these little prompts ! 😉 If you’re a writer yourself and decide to use one of these, tag me !

Meet cute

* The two of you live in the same neighborhood. You meet while walking your dogs, and the two of them absolutely adore each other !

* You go to an Eminem meet and greet and he recognizes you from some viral TikTok you did of one of his songs.

* You’re a model and you end up booking a job for a music video. You find out on the day of that it’s Eminem… and that he’s the one who personally chose you !

* You’re a vendor for the wedding of one of his daughters.

* You’re an interior designer and you are hired for the renovation of one room. He ends up hiring you so to the whole house. Not because it needs it. But because he needs an excuse to see you.

* One of his friends follows you on Instagram. Marshall sees you on his friend’s phone and asks them to set up a blind date.

* You’re rapping one of Marshall’s song in your car… before noticing that he’s in the car next to yours.

Meet Ugly

* Marshall adopted a dog he attempts to train, but the « beast » attacks you.

* Your husband cheats on you with his girlfriend. You meet when you both have the same plan to follow your partner to the hotel room they booked.

* Your daughter is in the same class as one of his. You meet when you’re called into the principal’s office because the girls had a fight.

* The two of you are set up on a blind date. Marshall shows up late and you berate him for it.

* You have a fender bender and you insult him and his gaudy, ridiculous luxury car.

* You’re at a party with friends and he overhears you bashing one of his tracks or albums.

* You’re dating a rapper he has beef with, who name-dropped Hailie in a song. So Marshall name-dropped you.

* It’s 2007 and you’re a nurse at the rehab center Marshall enters after his overdose.

* Someone breaks into your new house and you run to your neighbor’s for help in nothing but a towel. Turns out… Marshall’s your neighbor.

* It’s in the early 2000s. Marshall is wasted and gets in a bar fight. He throws a punch to someone but accidentally knocks you out.

* You meet at a football game. He supports the Lions. You’re cheering for the 49ers.

* You work at a venue he performs at and his bodyguard mistakes you for a fan who broke in and attempts to throw you out.

* Stuck in an elevator and you have a panic attack.

* There is some mix up at a hotel you’re staying at and he’s given a key to your suite instead of his. You meet when he walks in on you in your underwear.

* Some luggage confusion happens at the airport. You end up with each others suitcase and have to meet to do the exchange.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine

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sonnyaavce · 11 months ago

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DP x DC Prompt # 9

Mockingbird - Eminem

Damian remembers the hugs; the secrets escapades to his al'akh side, when he would secretly sneak up to his older brother alcove to sleep in the cold nights back at the compound. Once he managed to disarm all the traps, his brother would open up his cover to invite him in, Damian would gladly do it, without a doubt, nuzzle into his al'akh warm embraces and sleep soundly and peacefully for the night.

“Hush little borealis, go rest now, everything’s gonna be alright”

His bother would them hum a rhythm and run his finger through his hair, mumbling promises to him about giving Damian the childhood he didn’t have, about how he was going to free the both of them from the twisted clutches of his Grandfather and to never worry as he was always going to be there for him to protect him. In all honesty at that time, Damian didn’t fully understood it, what those words meant. What their purpose was.

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“Where’s Danyal?” He would ask his mother one afternoon after training under the scorching sun, finally asking as it has been too long since he came back from the mission and his al'akh hasn’t returned yet “where is he?”

“Now rest, little borealis, don't you cry everything's gonna be alright don’t break up yet, lil soldier, I told ya I’m here to hold ya through the night”

“He’s not here habibi …” Talía answer him stoically, her words coldly apathetic to his increasing panic. So, Damian knew his older brother had made a mess in the final explosion and the escape route but that wasn’t a plausible excuse; so he pressed on, demanding an legitimate answer if not from mother then from grandfather.

“ I know big brother not here right now, and you might don't know why Sorry for making it feel like how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, baby bother But I promise akhi gon' be alright”

“He perished while endangering the reconnaissance” Ra’ Al Ghul would finally said, after receiving beat down from him one morning while ‘training the heir’.

Shakingly; later Damian would remember how his arms and legs were tingling with an unknown emotion, walking out with haste out of the training room into the heirs alcoves, frenzied and in a panic. Hoping that what Grandfather said was a jest; or even a cruel test but his hopes crushes when he was meet by an empty room and some dusted out crates full of Danyal stuff.

“… And even if you don’t you ask me to Akhi gonna get you a mockingbird I'ma give you the whole world Dami

I’ll do anything for you to see you smile”

“N-no… al'akh…. Danny?”

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#danny phantom #dp x dc writing prompt #dpxdc #dp writing prompt #damian wayne #danny and damian are brothers #Older brother Danny #my adhd make me do this #i did a thing #Sad continuation

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ohsohoney · 1 month ago

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When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Twenty

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

Notes: Shorter than usual, but all Marshall's Pov! Hope you enjoy, lemme know what you think, always up for hearing everyones ideas or opinions:) X

taglist: @thelastemzy @helloitsme1223 @geekchic48 @antisocialsocialclub5

Masterlist

“I walk on water…”

Marshall bopped his head along to the words which flowed through the studio’s speakers, pen tapping away against the metal grating of the desk.

They’d been at it for a while now, Z had gone to bed hours ago and it was quickly reaching the early hours of the morning, though it was hard to tell what with being confined to the bunker of a room. Still, if he had to hazard a guess, he’d say it was closer to three than four. Yet here they were, still going strong.

“But I ain’t–”

It was only when the instrumental they’d been tinkering with continued on without the rest of the chorus and a too loud huff blew through the mic that he glanced back up, brows furrowing at the sight of Elia tugging the headphones off her head.

He rolled closer to the decks, reaching out to press at one of the mixer’s many buttons. “Yo, you good?”

Her eyes found his through the thick sheet of glass just as she shoved the headset back onto the mic stand, clearly agitated about something or other. Marshall briefly wondered what he’d missed.

His question went unanswered though and instead he watched on as the booth’s door flew open, rattling against the far wall to give the woman room to storm her way over to the couch before she practically threw herself down onto the damn thing. He blinked slowly, dropping the pen he’d held before he eventually turned in his chair to get a better look at her.

In all the time they’d known one another, Marshall had figured that by now he had to have been witness to most, if not all, of the woman’s many moods. Reactions, even. But this here was different. Something other. Dissimilar to the anger and irritation she’d shown him earlier in the week, when he’d supposedly been messing with her head.

He had. Just hadn’t realised how much, is all.

It had been a weird fucking run for him too, fucking emotions always did him over in the end.

But no, this was… well, frustration at its finest. The type that had you questioning your own worth, pulling out your hair, or boarding the quickest train to shot city. He’d been there. Hell, hadn’t everybody? But he also had no fucking clue as to why she was being so temperamental over this one song. Why she suddenly felt that every take they’d tried wasn’t right.

Maybe he was being biased, but he hadn’t heard a single note go pitchy, her tone fall flat, or her even miss a word in all the time they’d spent tryna record this shit. So it baffled him, you see. To watch her blow up over practically nothing. To give up at the first hurdle when earlier she’d been flying towards it, excited to trample that finish line ahead.

Eventually, he let himself lean forward in his seat, blowing out a quiet breath, as watchful as ever. He couldn’t lie to himself, he was at an impasse here, unsure. He didn’t wanna push her. Didn’t want to overstep. Not where she was concerned. Not when they’d finally gotten to this sweet spot. To this one place where they were more than just testing the waters.

Usually at this point with anyone, he’d have had them in his bed by now, up against the shower wall, or in the backseat of his car at the very least. But this– this whole fucking thing, this situation, messed with his head, had him second guessing every damn thing. His each and every move.

Stupidly, it was only then that he realised he hadn’t wanted to give himself the chance to fuck up any more than he already had. He was treading carefully here, with her. He wanted more. He wanted–

Marshall shook his head, hating the way his thoughts could so often overwhelm him, swallow him whole and encase his mind. His fists clenched in his lap before he settled his forearms more openly on his thighs, taking another breath and letting it go.

“Baby.” He called, voice not quite soft but deliberately muted now, wary about his footing as he tried to work out where he stood within the metaphorical minefield they’d apparently stumbled into.

She didn’t deign him with a reply, arm flailed out over her face, hair sprawled across and over the back of the leather couch. He sighed and pushed himself to his feet, spinning the cap he wore backwards so that he could try and make out her face better the closer he grew.

The tap he gave her leg when he bent to take a seat beside her on the cushions was gentle, patient. An action he only ever typically used with his daughter, but found better suited this situation as well. He wet his lower lip, hand still for a long moment before it engulfed the majority of her knee, squeezing comfortingly before it slid an inch higher.

“You gone talk to me?” He questioned her, voice still low. His eyes trailed across the length of her arm before they caught on the tiny gap between the crook of her elbow and bridge of her nose, noting the tight press her lips now held.

He reached out for her again, this time settling further back into the cushions so that he could card a few strands of straying hair off of her temple. The skin there was soft as he brushed his thumb back over it, simply ‘cause he could. Before, he had wondered over this fact for far too long; on faraway phone calls, in the white noise that surrounded him whenever she left him with a text telling him she’d talk after her shower, on that day he’d had her pinned to the wall of this very studio.

She wore a tough exterior. A hardshell. Even with those many walls she had up. But beneath it all, she was as delicate as they came. Soft, in the sweetest of ways. Had his mind filled with thoughts that it shouldn’t be thinking. Especially not in a moment where the only thing her defences called for was a gentle hand, a listening ear.

He’d never been good at any of that though. Not with women, at least. Never with women. Had been told it enough times for it to have been engrained somewhere deep in the scar tissue that was his apparent brain. Still, he wanted to fucking try.

Somehow it felt a little easier now, for some fucking abstract reason, than it had before.

Or maybe it was just all in his head. Maybe it was just her.

Yet, with all these thoughts he still found himself relaxing further into her side, fingers finding purchase in the roots of her hair whilst he simply stared up at the ceiling above them. Content to just wait.

“You know. I only brought this house ‘cause of this singular room.” He murmured after a long minute had passed, figuring that if she didn’t wanna talk, he wouldn’t push her. Knew she was as stubborn as he was most days, and if he didn’t want to do something, he wasn’t gonna. No matter who the fuck asked. “Measurements just added up. Knew it the second I walked in, didn’t even have to ask for the square by square. Just felt it.”

He licked at his lower lip again, the muscles in his back untensing and falling deeper into the couch as he continued to speak, telling her about how the acoustics reverberated perfectly within the booth because of the slight curve the ceiling held and why he didn’t even have to think about painting the walls ‘cause he was obsessed with how the wood they were made out of made him feel like he wasn’t so confined. No matter how boxlike it could make the place look. Just gave off an earthy sort of feel, allowed him to breathe a little deeper. Pretend like he was out in the middle of nowhere; some forest off the coast or maybe just a cabin up high in the mountains.

She listened all the while. He could tell from the way her arm grew limp over her face and how her breaths had since evened out in the time he spent mumbling away.

Still, it took her a bit to come around again. For that guard to slip.

She shifted ever so slightly, falling into him in a way that had whatever tension remained in him slipping away entirely. He wrapped his arms around her, mouth twitching when he felt the curve of her cheek press against his shoulder and her hand fist his t-shirt.

“I hate the song.”

He immediately scoffed, smiling a little now.

“I do.” She was quick to reiterate, words muffled in the fabric of his collar, “Fuckin’ sucks.”

“Hm, and the moon’s blue, baby.” Marshall hummed into the crown of her head, not believing a word she was saying.

Her hand tightened its hold before it dropped to toy with the hem of his shirt. She played with the edge for a too-long second, then let go of a helpless sigh, “You’re right, I just suck. You should get someone else to sing it.”

He closed his eyes as he buried his face deeper into her hair, appreciating the sweet scent he was met with as he gently shook his head, chin brushing against the outer shell of her ear when he did. He pressed a kiss to her crown before reluctantly pulling away, fingers trailing over the bow of her shoulders, “Won’t release it then. Don’t want it if you ain’t on it.”

She didn’t like that. She groaned before huffing carelessly into his neck, breathing hot air over his skin and lighting up a trail of goosebumps across the flesh. His hand twitched with it, falling further downwards to trace the line of her spine.

“I can’t do it, Marshall.” She told him after a second had passed, voice barely even audible.

His eyes returned to the ceiling once more, wishing that he could read her mind. If only to find the right words to say.

“Then we won’t do it.” He finally heard himself speak, swallowing thickly before he leaned away to peer back down at her. She glanced back up at him then, whirlpools of green guarded by a defensive line of dark lashes. His lips parted on their own accord at the sight and he couldn't seem to stop the way he reached out to coax her chin up, thumbing at her jaw. “We won’t do it. OK?” He repeated.

She just shook her head, as much as she could with her chin still captured in his hold. He eased up, let his nail skim over the edge of her plush bottom lip. “I want to.” She murmured, tone oddly defeated, “I want to so badly. But I– I’m so in my head. I don’t want to ruin it for you. I don’t want people questioning it all. Asking how I managed to warp your ideals, for you to include me on this album. I don’t want this,” She gestured between the two of them then, “Whatever the fuck this is, to turn into something it isn’t. I don’t want you to–”

She stopped there. Hand flying up to wipe at the wetness which clung to her red rimmed eyes, knowing that she wouldn’t let go of a single tear, before she then pinched the bridge of her nose and sniffed.

“Want me to, what?” He murmured, taking hold of one of her wrists.

She shook her head, not wanting to say whatever the hell she was thinking out loud. He frowned, before he let his hand encase hers, dragging it closer to where their chests aligned.

“Baby, nothing’s gone change. You hear me?” He told her, tightening the hold he had on her hand as he did. “Me ‘n you, we’re still working our shit out, yeah.. But that don’t mean whatever the fuck we got goin’ on here isn’t worth keeping. Worth– I don’t know, holdin’ onto. If I didn’t want this I would’ve dipped the second them photos hit the media. Probably even before that, like before I let you meet my friends.. my daughter.”

He ground his teeth, hating the way he could sometimes be so bad with words. Fumbling over what he really wanted to say and instead mixing it up with a bunch of crap that didn’t even make sense. He gritted out a heavy breath, but let himself soften at the warmth of her hand in his.

“Look, I don’t care if we release this song. I mean, it’s.. God, sweetheart, it’s good. Too fuckin’ good. An’ that’s all down to you. But that also don’t mean shit if your heart ain’t in it. If you don’t want the world hearin’ it.” Marshall continued on, blowing out something that almost resembled a chuckle before he peered back down at her, “You wanna record it just to keep for us? I’m down. I’ll blast it in my car, listen to it as I try to fuckin’ fall asleep, yeah? If you want to leave it completely, I’ll buy a safe. We can go down to the river and drop whatever audio of it inside, let it sink to the bottom. Ain’t no point in stressin’ over shit that you can’t change. Fans, the real fans, appreciate the semblance it’ll represent. And at the end of the day, that’s all I’ma care about. That and the fact that I got to create somethin’ like that with you.”

He inhaled through his nose and then blew it out in another airy sort of laugh, wondering when the fuck he’d grown so sappy. If it was old age, or something else entirely.

“You hear me?” He prompted, “I don’t care, baby. Song or no song, album will still go out. Still get a couple sales. Still keep Dre and Paul off my back. Only difference is I’ll know that all them people will be missin’ out. ‘Cause you? You’re everything music’s been lackin’ lately. And this song, it shows that. It means something to you. I know it does. Means something to me, too.”

The look she gifted him in that next moment had his mind stilling. As though every thought, notion, and defence had left his very being and slipped out of the first exit they could find. It went quiet. Silent.

He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been able to block all that noise out.

Now, it was almost eerie how fast it could happen, how fast it had happened. He found himself simply staring back at her, and with all the softness a man like him could muster, he cradled her face in his palms as though she was some invaluable piece of artwork that had just been rediscovered. And it was only then, when he leaned in and she didn’t think before meeting him halfway, her hands already clinging to the nape of his neck, that his mind rebooted. Came to life. And fuck if the thought he was met with didn’t scare him to death.

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aeternumlocks · 28 days ago

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BLUE LOCK CHARACTERS AND ARTISTS THEY LISTEN TO! (imo)

MASTERLIST 🐣

Isagi Yoichi – Kenshi Yonezu, RADWIMPS, Aimer, (and the beatles?)

deep, passionate, and self-reflective. He listens to inspiring and emotional tracks with meaning.Probaly also has a few hype songs for training playlists.

Bachira Meguru – Gorillaz, Glass Animals, and Melanie Martinez

eccentric and playful! His music is weird-core, experimental, and trippy. He thrives in chaotic creativity. He also 100% listens to Japanese city pop and lo-fi beats.

Rin Itoshi – Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourhood, Lana Del Rey, Chase atlantic

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE LITERALLY I just know Rin DEFINITELY listens to them, esp chase atlantic 🤞

he's dark, moody, and introspective. He's the type to listen to brooding indie or alt-rock while staring out the window like he's in a sad music video. Occasionally drowns himself in instrumental piano music to reset.

Reo Mikage – Doja Cat, The Weeknd, Beyoncé, and Dua Lipa

heavy on the weeknd. Confident, rich, stylish. Reo’s playlist is full of glam. Has perfect taste in curated Spotify playlists. (I would 100% ask for his playlists)

Nagi Seishiro – Frank Ocean, Joji, CAS

Chill, slow beats, emotionally deep. Nagi listens to mellow, dreamy, vibey tracks that make you want to nap in space. He’d have zero clue who’s trending, and doesn’t care.

Shidou Ryusei – Travis Scott, Kanye West, Playboi Carti, and XXXTentacion

chaotic and aggressive with intense bass drops. Also has scary gym playlists with Screamo-Rap fusion energy. This man is zesty, and I'm still debating on whether he would have Cupcakke on his playlists.

🎭 Barou Shoei – Kanye West, JID, Kendrick Lamar, and Eminem

He only listens to power. Dominance. No sad songs.

"If the beat isn't godly, I'm not listening"

Karasu Tabito – Tyler, the Creator, Steve Lacy, SZA

Cool, stylish, a little artsy. Karasu is that effortlessly vibey guy who has a playlist called “for when I ruin lives”. This guy has the best music taste

Niko Ikki – Lo-fi Hip Hop, Radiohead, Mitski

emotionally intelligent often overthinks, needs mental space. His music is raw, thoughtful, and sometimes a little depressing. This man definitely listens to mitski

Kunigami Rensuke – Imagine Dragons, One OK Rock, and classic J-Rock

the heroic main character energy. Powerful guitar riffs, epic choruses.

Chigiri Hyoma – Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, and Olivia Rodrigo

emotional, romantic, and also has rage when needed. He listens to heartbreak anthems. Also loves soft piano versions of pop hits. I would honestly vibe with his music taste !!

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marshallsgirl · 4 months ago

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Hidden Harmony

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Warnings: 🔞 MATURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Recommended song: The Slim Shady LP Album

Author's note: Hey, guys! I missed you so much. A lot has happened. Last year, I graduated from college with honors! And now I'm studying again. Yes. Sometimes I just ask myself: Why are you doing this to yourself? More study? Really? But yes, here I go again. And guess what...I watched the whole Peaky Blinders series for the first time! I loved it. Also, I read Dean Koontz's Frankenstein books for the first time and I fell in love with his writting style. Anyways, I've been working real hard on this story that takes place back in 2001. I got inspired by this: Could we get single dad Eminem who's lowkey broke living with Hailie and he goes to drop her off at school and bumps into single mom reader dropping off her son? I feel like that would be really cute! (Sorry for the anon I'm just shy lol)

Hope you all enjoy it. I love you guys so much! Sending all of you a warm hug🤍✨️

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Chapter 1

The aroma of burnt toast hung in the air, a familiar battle flag in the war against morning. Y/N, her dark hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, scraped the blackened edges with a butter knife.

"Almost edible," she muttered, placing the salvaged slice on a plate beside a perfectly round fried egg.

"Mom, can I have the funny-shaped one?" Six-year-old John, a miniature dynamo with a shock of unruly brown hair, pointed at the toast.

Y/N smiled, the hard lines of her face softening.

"Always the artist, aren't you, John boy?" She handed him the misshapen piece. "Eat up, we're running late."

Her house, a modest brick ranch in a quiet Clinton Township neighborhood, was a testament to efficiency. Every surface was clean, every object in its place. The remnants of her late husband, a firefighter named Kyle, were subtly woven into the decor: a framed photograph on the mantle, a worn leather armchair in the corner, a collection of vintage fire department patches displayed on the wall.

Y/N’s movements were precise, almost mechanical. She checked John's backpack, ensuring his homework was tucked inside, then grabbed her own keys and purse. Her Glock 19, holstered at her hip, was a constant presence, a silent promise of protection. It was a tool, like the wrenches she used to fix her truck, or the chalk she used to demonstrate proper grip at the firing range. She was a firearms instructor, a profession that demanded discipline and control. She taught others how to handle the weight of responsibility, the power held in their hands. It was a job that fit her, a job that suited the strength she had been forced to cultivate.

As they walked to the car, John chattered about his upcoming dinosaur project, his words a comforting rhythm against the quiet morning. Y/N listened, her gaze scanning the street, a habit ingrained from years of training. She’d learned to see the world with a heightened sense of awareness, a skill that served her well as a single mother.

Sometimes, in the quiet solitude of her bedroom, she’d feel a pang of loneliness, a ghost of Kyle’s presence beside her. He’d told her, in the last days, that it was alright to find happiness again. “Don’t live in my shadow, Y/N” he’d whispered, his voice weak. “You deserve love.” But the idea felt foreign, like trying to fit into a suit that no longer belonged.

At John’s school, the air buzzed with the chaotic energy of children and parents.

Y/N knelt to give John a hug. "Be good, listen to Mrs. Changretta, and I'll see you this afternoon."

As John turned to join the other children, his eyes widened. He pointed at a man standing near the entrance, a tall figure dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans.

"Mom, look! I like his shoes."

The man, his face partially obscured by the hood, glanced down at his feet, then back at John. Y/N’s gaze followed her son’s, and she took in the man’s features, a flicker of recognition sparking in her mind. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. She decided to walk towards the entrance with John, using the guise of a final goodbye to get a closer look, to try and decipher the elusive sense of connection.

As they approached, Y/N subtly studied the man’s features, a sense of intrigue tightening in her chest. The hood obscured the contours of his face, casting him in a shadow that seemed to hold a secret. Even at close range, she couldn't pinpoint where she might have seen him before, yet the feeling persisted, a gentle tug on her memory. It was like trying to recall a melody, a faint tune that resonated with something deep within her. She also noticed a little girl, near the man, and felt a warm feeling.

"Those are cool shoes," John said to the man, his voice ringing with childlike enthusiasm.

The man smiled, a brief, almost shy expression. "Thanks, lil man"

Y/N stood, her hand instinctively moving to her hip, where the weight of her Glock provided a sense of grounding. She watched the man, her eyes narrowed, trying to decipher the reason for that spark of familiarity. The smile, though fleeting, left a lingering sense of intrigue. It was a glimpse, Y/N thought, a fleeting moment that hinted at something deeper, something unknown, yet strangely familiar. And as the man’s voice faded into the ambient noise of the schoolyard, Y/N was left with a sense of anticipation, a feeling that this encounter was more than just a chance meeting.

Chapter 2

The kid's voice, a high-pitched declaration of admiration, echoed in the sterile air of the schoolyard. Shoes, he thought, a simple, mundane object. But the way the kid had looked at him, with that unadulterated curiosity, it felt… unsettling. The woman, the mother, her eyes were different. Sharp, assessing. Like she was trying to dissect him, to see through the carefully constructed facade. He felt a prickle of unease, a familiar sensation that had become his constant companion. They know, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, a phantom echo of paranoia. He glanced around, scanning the faces in the crowd, searching for… what? He wasn't sure. A threat? A familiar face? Or just someone that did not look like they were judging him. He wanted to be a good father. He wanted to give his daughter the world. But the world, it seemed, was always watching.

He knelt down to his daughter, Hailie, who was eager to join her friends.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice softening. "Mom's picking you up today, okay? Daddy's got a long day at the film set."

"Okay, Daddy," Hailie said, her bright eyes filled with adoration. "Will you come see me later?"

"Of course, baby. I wouldn't miss it." He gave her a quick hug, his heart aching with a mix of love and guilt. "Be good for your mom, and I'll see you tonight."

He watched her run off, her laughter a fleeting melody in the schoolyard's din. Then, he rose, his gaze lingering on the spot where she had been. He gave a final gaze to the woman and her son. Familiar, he thought again, the word echoing in his mind. He couldn't place her, but something about her intensity, the way she held herself, felt like a warning. He was about to turn away completely when he heard a voice, sharp and clear, cutting through the schoolyard noise.

"Excuse me?"

He turned back. The woman, the mother, was standing a few feet away, her arms relaxed, but her eyes still holding that sharp intensity. Her son was gone, already mingling with the other children.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice low.

"I just wanted to apologize if my son interrupted your moment with your daughter," Y/N said, her tone softer than he expected. "He's very social, always making friends."

"It's no problem at all," He replied, a flicker of a smile touching his lips.

"He's a great kid" Y/N said, a hint of pride in her voice. She paused, a small, almost rueful smile playing on her lips. "But, crazy sometimes. Just yesterday, at the park, he told an old man, 'Hey, old man, I'm your son Pinocchio!'"

A genuine laugh escaped him. It was a sound he hadn't heard from himself in a long time. "That's… something," he managed, still chuckling.

"Tell me about it," Y/N said, shaking her head. "My name's Y/N, btw"

"Marshall," he replied, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too, Marshall," she said, shaking his hand. "Well," she continued, glancing at her watch. "I should be going. Have a good day."

"You too, Y/N," he said, watching her walk away. He stood there for a moment, the brief interaction lingering in the air. Y/N, he thought. It was a simple name, but it felt… significant. He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. Get a grip man, he thought. You've got a million things to worry about, and this is not one of them.

He turned and began to walk away from the school, each step measured, each movement deliberate. He needed to work. The film set, the studio, the constant pressure to create, to prove himself. It was a relentless cycle, a treadmill he couldn’t seem to step off. He felt the phantom applause of his recent success, a sound that was already fading, replaced by the gnawing fear that it was all a fluke, a fleeting moment of attention. He thought of the divorce, the constant battles, the feeling that his life was a car crash he couldn't escape. He just wanted a normal life. He just wanted to be a good dad. Just one hit wonder? he thought to himself. "No, I will not let that happen."

He turned and got his mind already shifting to the day ahead. The the film set, the constant pressure to perform. But the image of Y/N, her sharp eyes and firm handshake, and the image of her son, his social skills, stayed with him, a small, unexpected intrusion into his carefully constructed world. Now he was on his way to the film set. It was time to become someone else.

The set was buzzing, a hive of activity as they prepared for the scene with Brittany Murphy. Marshall stood off to the side, trying to shake off the lingering weariness from the long hours. He watched as Brittany, warm and approachable, went over her lines with Curtis. He knew this scene was pivotal, a moment where B-Rabbit starts to connect with Alex, her character. Marshall tried to focus, to immerse himself in the character, but his mind kept drifting back to the schoolyard, to the woman with the sharp eyes and the kid who liked his shoes. Y/N, he thought, the name a soft echo in his mind. He felt a sense of displacement, a feeling that he was living in two worlds, neither of which felt entirely real.

"Alright, Em, you ready?" Curtis called out, his voice cutting through the noise.

Marshall nodded, taking his place. The cameras rolled, and Brittany stepped into the scene, her energy infectious.

"Heard you're a dope rapper," she said, delivering the line with a playful smile.

"Who said I was a dope rapper?" M replied, his voice a touch guarded, just as Jimmy would be.

As they ran through the scene, a strange sense of detachment washed over Marshall. He was present, he was delivering his lines, but his mind kept drifting. He saw Y/N's face, a fleeting image, a whisper in the back of his mind. He couldn't quite place the feeling, but it was a mix of longing and a deep, underlying anxiety.

The scene continued, but Marshall's focus was fractured. He was Jimmy, he was Marshall, and he was someone else entirely, someone haunted by a connection he couldn't fully comprehend.

After the take, Curtis gave him a nod of approval. "Good stuff, Em. You nailed it."

But Marshall barely registered the praise. He was still lost in his own thoughts, the image of Y/N lingering like a ghost. He retreated to his trailer, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, searching for a flicker of recognition. The questions echoing in his mind: Who am I? he wondered. The rapper? The actor? The father? He felt like a collection of masks, each one hiding a deeper, more vulnerable self. He picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over the keypad. He wanted to call Hailie, to hear her voice, to remind himself that he was still a father, that he was still real. But he hesitated, afraid of interrupting her time with her mother. He put the phone down, feeling a wave of loneliness wash over him. He was surrounded by people, but he felt utterly alone. The applause, the attention, it was all a fleeting illusion. He longed for something real, something genuine... And there she was again. Why now? Why is Y/N so present in my thoughts, when I need to be focused?

Marshall didn't even know Y/N, not really. They'd barely spoken. He didn't understand why this was happening, why this person, this almost-stranger, was occupying so much space in his mind. It felt like a phantom limb, a connection that existed without explanation.

⚝ 𖤐 ✶ ✷ ⛥ ✴ ☆ ⍟ ✦ 𖥔 ✰ ★ ☆⚝ 𖤐 ✶ ✷ ⛥

Spoiler of the next chapters: Y/N turned, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing before her was the man from the school, the man with the familiar eyes.

"Yes, I am," she replied, her voice steady despite the sudden rush of recognition. "You're… Marshall, from the school."

"Yeah, that's me," Marshall said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, a smile that seemed more genuine than the one he had given at the school. "Y/N, right?"

"Yes," she confirmed, a slight frown creasing her brow. "So, you're in this film?"

"Yeah, it's my first one," he said, his tone casual.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x y/n #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #eminem x y/n #eminem x you #eminem #eminemslimmarshall #marshall mathers #slim shady #the real slim shady #eminem imagine #hailie jade picture #people #it feels so good to be back

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leafy-heart · 2 months ago

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What Each the Thunderbolts member Listens to

Yelena:

Lots of ABBA songs, especially "Money, Money, Money" and "Thank You for the Music"

Not for any particular reasons, just to vibe to it while making mac'n'cheese

Ain't it Fun by Paramore

Girl with One Eye by Florence + The Machine

Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

All the Small Things by Blink-182

She would have listened to emo music if she grew up in Ohio, and not Red Room. It's a generational DNA thing, you can take a girl out of emo but never the emo out of the girl.

Diva by Beyonce

Oops!... I did it again by Britney Spears

Government Hooker by Lady Gaga

Breakin Dishes by Rihanna

This is her training/mission hype songs. She tried Taylor Swift because Kate Bishop recommended, but it lacked some badassness. She is fond of the "Reputation" album though.

Bob:

Lose Yourself by Eminem

No Money by Galantis

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

American Idiot by Green Day

Bad by Micheal Jackson

Don't Try Sucide by Queen

you should see me in a crown by Billie Eillish

He likes music, but not picky about it. He probably Shazams music and puts it in his playlist without a second thought. He's also taken random recommendation from people he met when he was high.

Some insane D&B that no one can listen to if they are fully sane

Like Him by Tyler the Creator

Bucky:

Lots of Queen, "Save Me", "I Want to Break Free" and "Too Much Love Will Kill You" as notable repeats

Lots of The Beatles too. His favourite is "Twist and Shout"

First Steve introduced it to him as a part of what he has missed. Shuri used to put it on in the lab because "old white man music", and Sam used to put it on the car because "old white man music"

Shake It Off by Taylor Swift

This is the only song he knows from Taylor Swift. But it has made its way to his playlist because it came up one too many times in his attempt to catch up to pop culture.

September by Earth Wind & Fire

Staying Alive by Bee Gees

He actually liked dancing back in the days. Can you blame him?

Any records of 40s music he can find.

He refuses to listen to the music from his era digitally. Claims "it sounds too different"

John Walker:

Piano Man by Billy Joel

Unironically shouts to "Bill, I believe this is killing me" part

Another One Bites to Dust by Queen

Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet

Highway to Hell by AC/DC

American Idiot by Green Day

He only started listening to the last one after he killed that guy.

Von Dutch by Charlie XCX

Claims it's his "comfort music" (he has the whole album downloaded)

Ava:

Lofi Jazz

This is my headcanon, but I think because of her condition intense loud music makes sick and irritated.

Classical music, especially dramatic ones by Tchaikovsky

village song by Paris Paloma

Through the Eye of a Child by AURORA

Velvet Ring by Big Thief

Flowy, dramatic music with a touch of female rage is her style

Part of Your World

How Far I Will Go

Colours of the Wind

She also like Disney songs because it makes her feel like she's reclaiming her childhood.

Alexei:

Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter

Juno by Sabrina Carpenter

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl by Chappell Roan

Good 4 U by Olivia Rodrigo

Apple by Charlie XCX

Does not know what cringey means. He hears it, he likes it, he listens. He also knows the chants and the dances if there is any.

ETA by NewJeans

ANTIFRAGILE by Le Ssearfim

"These girls are extremely coordinated, Lena! Like you" Makes disturbing comparisons of K-pop groups and the Red Room.

POWER by Kanye West

Thought I was Dead by Tyler the Creator

Not Like Us by Tyler the Creator

Sings the part he's not supposed to sing. Bob had to tell him every single time. John and Bucky visibly gets uncomfortable.

Too many Bruno Mars

#thunderbolts #marvel thunderbolts #the new avengers #buckybarnes #robert bob reynolds #alexei shostakov #yelena belova #ava starr #john walker #songs #headcanon

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