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brooooswriting · 2 years ago

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hello again :)

How about Tara Carpenter x fR.

Basically Tara has a panic attack when she sees someone in a ghostface costume( PTSD whoo?)

And yes R comforts her

(Also if the amount of requests for each person is restricted pls lemme know so I stop sending)

Have a great day : )

Hey, it’s completely fine, I don’t really have a lot of requests anyways :)

Ptsd, anxiety

Tw: Panic attack

Tara carpenter x reader

It’s been a pretty long three weeks for you, you’ve been working your ass off to save money, you had a lot of school work too, your parents were up your ass for basically every goddamn thing and you were mentally and physically drained. Which was sad as it was the week before Halloween which you loved.

Tara noticed the way your shoulders slacked, how you were constantly tired and the darkness of your eye rings increased. It pained her to see you like this which was why she decided to take you on a date. Nothing crazy, just a bit of walking around, getting dinner before going home to cuddle on the couch while watching a terrible movie.

At least that was the plan.

Tara picked you up at 6 pm with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and your favorite sweets. After putting those away you took her hand to start your walk, deciding to walk from your house towards the city where you’d have lunch. You had missed the girl next to you terribly the last couple of weeks so this was everything you wanted.

What you didn’t think about was the yearly Stab Marathon that was on today. You didn’t remember until you arrived in the city where you saw two people in ghost cave costumes, knives in hand and blood all over them.

You were so in your head as you were mad at yourself for forgetting that it took you a moment to realize that Tara saw them too. Her grip was tightening on your hand as hers got clammy and shaky. Pulling her away from the guys she was still starring at seemed to be the best option.

You pulled her around a corner into an alley which was empty. “You’re okay” you mumbled out as you pulled her into you, wrapping your arms tightly around her to give her a sense of grounding. She was breathing heavily, her body was shaking and her heart racing. “Tara, you have to regulate your breathing or you’ll get a panic attack” you mumbled out to her as you stroked her back.

The moment you thought it was getting better, a boy walked past the alley. “Do you like scary movies?” His voice was masked by some app as he held his phone up to his face.

Tara pushed you back and coward against the wall on the opposite side of you, her eyes were uncoordinated and unfocused, making it clear that she wasn’t in the reality.

“Tara, it’s just me” you whispered as you sat in front of her, leaving enough space so she didn’t have to press herself further against the wall. “It’s me y/n, no ghostface Is here love. It’s just you and me and this stupid stab marathon” you told her hoping it would calm her a bit. You slowly extended your hand to her, which she carefully touched. “It’s okay, I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were attacked but now I’m here, and I won’t let history repeat itself”

It was true, you didn’t really know her when she was attacked. You were new in town and the weekend where it happened was the first time you visited your old home. Looking back, you still hate yourself for not visiting her back then even tough she told you not to feel guilty. But who wouldn’t feel guilty in moments like these?

“Hug please” was all the brunette in front of you whispered when she slowly came back into reality. You slowly moved next to her before gently extending your arms to pull her closer to you. “You’re alright. I’m so proud of you” you kept on whispering reassuring things into her ear and kissing her head until she calmed down.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home” you pulled her up before wrapping an arm around her to shield her from what was happening around the two of you. The whole time you had her keep her eyes on you and listen to your voice as you kept talking about how proud you were and how she was okay. It didn’t take long for you to get home where she could finally relax.

You sat on the couch with some random ramen you found in the kitchen and a terrible movie. Your hand was on her thigh comfortingly stroking up and down. “I’m sorry” was the first thing she said in around an hour and half. You looked at her confused as your hand stopped stroking her thigh. “I wanted to do something relaxing for you today. You were so tired the last weeks but I ruined it because I can get over my stupid trauma” now that she explained you weren’t confused anymore, you were shocked.

“Tara, my love, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. You’ve come so far with your trauma, you should be proud of yourself. And you didn’t even ruin anything, I don’t care if we get dinner or eat some stupid ramen on the couch as long as I’m with you. When I’m with you I feel like I’m home, I can relax and be myself! That’s what I need after hard weeks, and that’s exactly what you gave me today. So do not say sorry for having trauma!” You explained laying you hand on her cheek, softly stroking it with your thumb. She nestled her face into your hand as you talked. “But I ruined the date nonetheless! You shouldn’t have to deal with all that when your weeks have been exhausting enough! I wanted to take care of you, not the other way around. It should’ve been romantic” she was angry with herself, she had it planned to the end and it was supposed to be romantic and cute, not psycho.

“Romantic? Fine” you got off the couch as you walked towards a cabinet pulling out a couple of candles and a lighter as you lit them all around the room before putting on some slow music. You went to kneel before her with you hands on her cheeks. “Like this? Is this what you wanted? But look, it didn’t change anything, everything is romantic as long as I’m with you. I get that you’re mad at yourself for not being able to always control your trauma but you’re working thru that trauma and that’s what important. And I think it’s rather romantic that I could help you thru that attack” Tara slightly laughed out through the tears that were streaming down her face. You carefully wiped them away with your thumbs as you stared at her lovingly.

“I love you y/n” you couldn’t help but smile as you leaned towards to press your lips to hers in a comforting and soft kiss which she reciprocated. “I love you too”

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #Tara carpenter x you

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sadie-bug345 · 8 months ago

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the gang as types of people in my classes 🫶

these are just stereotypes and it’s a kinda basic hc to make but here we go!!

ponyboy: i feel like guy isn’t even that quiet, if you’re his buddy he won’t shut up BUT he is respectful enough to not talk when the teachers talking…but trust he’ll whisper a joke or two in case it’s urgent lmao

johnny: if friends are in his class he’d joke around enough, not the annoying type to be around at all but if he’s in a class with barely any friends, he’s probably just doodling quietly on his paper and being an academic weapon no one expected🙏

sodapop: honestly is annoying to be with in class if you’re not his friend but like who ISNT friends with soda?? *socs* BUT ANYWAY… my guy will probably mess up the second the teacher puts him on the spot and everyone kinda laughs cause it’s not that big of a deal…would do anything for the whole class to laugh but not as much as two-bit.

darry: probably more like pony (though pony denies it), darry will make a couple loud jokes during class for everyone but he’ll stay reserved with his friends. on top of his schoolwork like no one else.

dally: if we’re being fr he’s the type who’s name is always on the attendance and only shows up for the last week of school and that’s it BUT let’s say he doesn’t have his priorities royally screwed up and he actually pulls up. he’s the type to be quiet usually in the back corner and can’t stop laughing but the second you ask what’s funny he’s like 😐 and excludes you😭😭 he’ll make a few CONCERNINGLY FUNNY loud jokes in class and then everyone’s so shocked that they laugh and then next day he just dgaf anymore and yells at everyone and storms out the class🤡

two-bit: def class clown among the greasers, if you’re a soc you do not think this guy is funny (though he fr is stop hating, you richies) occasionally he’ll make a loud joke that gets everyone laughing…even the socs… and then they contemplate it like “wow, maybe socioeconomic status doesn’t actually capture someone’s value to society and overall worth as a person and we as a somewhat functioning society should invest more in helping those in financial need” and then they snap out of it and go jump some greasers in an empty lot next week🧍‍♀️

steve: broseph will probably have a solid amount of friends though the one he mainly whispers jokes and complaints in class to is soda definitely. whenever someone makes a joke my guy will laugh SO loud and his laugh is honestly so goofy (but we love him for it) that everyone starts joining in. lowk surprisingly fun to have in class. gets pressed at kahoots.

¡requests are open guysssss! 🫶

#dallas winston #matt dillon #the outsiders #the outsiders sodapop #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #the outsiders au #darry curtis

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luvo27 · 5 months ago

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cut scene from stress vs love

Finally, finally, Fig manages to make it to what passes for rogue classes. Honestly, it’s been kind of fun. There’s a part of her that kind of wants to attend rogue classes regularly now.

The instructions she’d found behind a locker led to more instructions that led to an inscription on the bottom of a potted plant that led to more instructions on a piece of paper hidden behind a chalkboard in a classroom on the third floor that led to a key that unlocked an unused classroom that apparently, isn’t all that unused. Scrawled on the chalkboard are tips and tricks for avoiding notice when sneaking, specifically for sneaking into tall buildings from the ceiling.

Riz is already in the classroom, standing by the chalkboard and scribbling in a notebook. Fig feels herself smile. It’s nice to see Riz, at any time in the day. At lunch, yeah, but it’s nice to hang out with him, it’s nice to see him in his element. Again, she considers attending rogue classes regularly, because she has a ton of fun hanging out with Gorgug in Barbarian, so if she picks up rogue classes, she could hang out with Riz!

She considers whether or not she would want to pick up classes with all of her friends, because that would just be the most epic thing in the world, right? She loves hanging out with them. It would be the perfect way to maximize the amount of time she gets to spend with her friends! It’s the perfect plan!

Grinning, she taps Riz on the shoulder. “Hey, Riz!”

“Fig?” Riz turns to blink at her. “This is rogue class.”

“Yeah, I know.” Fig shrugs modestly and feels her grin widen. “I was just trying it out.” She’s about to start talking about how she managed to find all the clues scattered around the school. She’s pretty proud of herself, considering she’s never actually taken a rogue class before. Yeah, she’s sneaky when she needs to be, but she’s really starting to appreciate the specific skill set that Riz brings, but Riz talks first.

He starts, “You should—Fig, you need to be in class.”

Fig closes her mouth as she takes Riz in. He’s blinking rapidly, like there’s something wrong with his eyes, and his tail is flicking around his feet the way it does when he’s feeling distressed, and in the gloves that he’s taken to wearing, his hands are twitching minutely. Fig feels her eyebrows draw together.

“Hey, Riz,” she says, softening her voice, “it’s okay. It’s my free period.”

Riz stares at her, taking in the information. And she isn’t technically lying, she doesn’t really go to bard class anymore and not going doesn’t affect her grades, even if she is a bard, so it is a free period. Whatever Riz is thinking, he doesn’t remember that this is when bard class meets.

“It’s your free period?” he asks.

“Yeah, Riz.” Fig nods. “It’s my free period.”

“Okay.” Riz nods. “Cool. So, you’re trying out rogue class?”

“Yeah,” Fig starts to say. She thinks about the probability that Riz will, at some point, realize that bard classes take place during the same period. She imagines the reaction that would cause if she told him she was going to take up rogue classes.3 It’s okay though, because while it has been fun, she’d be perfectly not adding another class to her schedule.

“But,” she continues, “I think it’s not really for me, you know?”

“No,” Riz says. Fig notes with delight that the corner of his mouth twitches up in a smile. Another part of her notes that she doesn’t remember the last time she saw Riz smile, not really. “I don’t know, actually,” Riz finishes.

“Right,” Fig nods. “Course.” She thinks about Riz, focused on homework during lunch, and everyone saying that they asked if he wanted to hang out, and how she doesn’t remember the last time she hung out with Riz herself. She tries to think about the last time she saw Riz smile, really smile, and thinks it was probably over winter break, which is now a couple weeks ago and that’s way too long.

“Hey,” she says, “I was wondering, do you want to hang out?”

Riz frowns. Not one of his bad frowns, just a thinking frown. “Um,” he starts to say, “I guess—” he shivers, shakes his head. “I shouldn’t,” he says apologetically. “Uh, date night.”

“Oh.” Fig feels her face fall. That’s right, she thinks. Riz is, unfortunately, just really, really busy. She knows she’s gotten a few texts saying he couldn’t hang out at Mordred because he was spending time with Baron. But it’s sweet of him, she thinks. If Ayda were here—if she could call, or text Ayda, but cell service and time travel don’t really work together, she knows she’d be spending as much time with her as she could.

She’d also be spending as much time as she could with Riz and the rest of the Bad Kids though, of course. And in the back of her mind, something bothers her. Not enough that she notices it, not yet, but it is really weird that Riz is spending more time with Baron than any of them. That’s not the Riz she knows.

It’s sweet, she tells herself. It’s really sweet that Riz is putting so much effort into this new relationship. She tries to pull a smile back onto her face.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Baron,” she says, trying to be playful. “Haven’t you?”

Riz laughs sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I have.”

“Well, don’t forget about us, you know?” Fig tells him.

Riz smiles. A real smile. The worry in Fig’s heart melts away as he promises, “I won’t.”

Fig puts two fingers to her forehead in a salute. “See you later then, Riz,” she tells him. “Alright?” She starts to walk back towards the door.

“Yeah, Fig,” Riz says as he watches her leave. “See you later.”

Fig hesitates just outside the door for a moment. Riz gives her one last little wave before turning back to the chalkboard. Within seconds, he’s back to scribbling away. It’s almost like Fig was never actually there. Like she was never needed. Just an unwanted intruder, brushed off as soon as it was okay to.

Fig rubs her shoulders. She doesn’t go to any of her other classes that day.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fig faeth #riz gukgak #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #anyways i wrote this whole thing but felt it didnt add enough to an already existing scene so it got cut from the final draft #but i wrote the whole thing so im sharing it here

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strawbrygashez · 1 year ago

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do you have any soapshipping hcs you haven’t shared? or if you want a more specific question how do you think each of them would act when they sneak into one another’s work? (eg the narrator in the theatre projection room and tyler in the narrators office) :3

OOOO ILL START WITH THE SNEAKING INTO EACH OTHERS WORK QUESTION!!!

OKAY if it’s Tyler sneaking into the narrators place of work, it’s honestly not that hard for him to get in and walk past people without raising suspicion! He always walks around with so much confidence & looks like exactly he knows what he’s doing so honestly a lot of people he walks past in the building won’t give him a second glance (unless yknow they like what they see 😏)

He dresses up for the part too. He probably specifically got a nice business looking outfit for situations like this.

Lastly he’s all smug as the narrator tries to tell him to leave or he tries to keep on trying to hide him as people walk by his work area LOL like if Tyler was talking and someone was coming by, the narrator would put his hand over Tyler’s mouth to keep him quiet… which makes Tyler lick his hand or bite it :3

NOW IF THE NARRATOR WENT TO SNEAK INTO TYLERS WORK… honestly I think he’d be so nervous the first couple times but Tyler tells him to just try his best to look like he knows where he’s going and what he’s doing like he does when he sneaks into the narrators office! Which is kinda easier said then done for Jack.. he tries his best tho. That or he just fr sneaks around every corner the best he can so he’s not spotted. But honestly I could kinda see Tyler being such a smooth talker that his boss or whoever honestly doesn’t care if the narrator joins him up in the movie projector room. He’d probably make up some cover story if his boss or whoever bothered to ask why he wants ‘this random guy’ up in there with him.

With Tylers job at the hotel, thats when he probably encourages Jack to just sneak around since the business is more fancy and whatever. They probably wouldn’t want some random guy working/showing up there so he tells him to just keep it lowkey. :3

UNDER CUT IS SOME RANDOM HCS

•THIS IS WAY TOO CUTESY BUT IM GONNA SAY IT ANYWAYS…… either Tylers mom or Jacks mom has took a picture of the two together and then got it framed up in their house if Tyler & Jack have been together for a long while 😭 Jack is so embarrassed if it’s his mom who did it and would probably beg her to take it down but Tyler would think it’s funny and tell him to shut up. (I dunno if embarrassed is the right word. I think he’s just worried about tyler not liking it up or he’s worried he’s gonna make fun of him for it later)

If it’s Tylers mom who frames the picture, he’s honestly bashful about it and just tries not to acknowledge it too much. Jack on the other hand is in heaven at the fact he feels like it makes him part of Tylers family (there is no way in hell he’d admit feeling like that tho)

•I kinda touched on this recently BUT I think Tyler loves falling asleep just to aggravate Jack since Jack can’t sleep. It’s probably the only reason he bothers trying to get as much sleep as he can everyday.. just out of spite, he keeps a good sleep routine.

He especially likes to hear Jack whine about how he fell asleep on the couch while they were supposed to be watching something together.. (ok he doesn’t actually feel that great bc he missed time he could have spent with him but WHATEVER)

•They threaten to beat up each others old high school bullies. Both actually really would too given the chance.

•when Tyler really wants attention but something else really needs Jacks attention at the moment, he honestly doesn’t give a fuck whatever it is and will drag him away no matter what. Like if Jack was working on something for work at home, if Tyler wants his attention, he’s gonna pick him up and take him out of the room. 🙄🙄

#asks

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div1nity · 2 years ago

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small little thing before next week is jam packed with finishing up with school . here's just some things about pregnant!coraline i just been thinkin .

i feel like , pregnancy is really hard for coraline - i mean , it is for everyone , but i feel like she feels it on such another level because it's is the most human she's ever , ever felt - because of that , her magic takes a step back , doesn't numb it like it would other pains - especially because there's a part of her willing her magic away because she wants to feel it authentically , so where it could help , she's not allowing it to . her hormones are off the charts , constantly up and down in every which way and it makes her want to curl up into a corner . she is going to need so much help in the delivery room , probably one of those cases where she's so drugged up she's asleep for a good couple of days and the doctors/nurses need to keep an eye on her ISDFISFISHFSF she's a gangsta until she knocks her hip on the counter or ends up in this situation, other pains ? getting punched, hit, stabbed ? ez peasy, this ? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

her morning sickness is bad , not enough to be diagnosed hyperemesis gravidarum , but damn well close .

working from home becomes a norm pretty early on , it helps not being out and about as much . luckily , it works out - coraline is a dedicated worker , when she wants something done , or wants something learned , it happens , maybe a little delayed than usual , but she does it and will still end up on top . it's also called not knowing when to say no and giving herself the rest she deserves . coraline please it wont kill you to rest you don't always have to be doing something .

smell aversions : coffee ( actually cries and wonders if its worth it when realising she has to put a pause on her caffine addictoin, it's been getting her through since stopping speed like fr ) , sweetcorn , peas , cheese , pickles .

food cravings : the same as when she's on her period tbh but its soooo much worse . loves her sugar and meats ; specifically , cookies , waffles and ice cream / whipped cream , fr needs to be handcuff because the amount of sugar cannot be healthy SODFHOSIFHSIODF and when it comes to main foods , beef , chicken , bacon and is an absolute nightmare for pasta .

becomes aware of how awkward she sits when her bump starts to get bigger ; cannot get comfy to save her life, wdym i cant sit side ways ? wdym i cant bring my knees up to my chest ? wdym i cant just hop up on the counter , that i cant raise my legs on the table top ? life is a fucking nightmare .

REALLY DEALS WITH THE LOSS OF BOOZE AND WEED . OH THAT SHIT HITS HER LIKE A TONNE OF BRICKS . towards the end , coraline is good at pacing herself . but god , they're still her vices - especially when she's in so much pain and wanting to just get the tinest bit of relief , the girl quit everything else , it's all she has - the backpain, the ever changing hormones, she's losing the will to live .

absolutely smokes late on in the pregnancy just to finally experience some relief then spends the next few days feeling like a horrible mother until she outs herself to the doctor and they're like ' is it the only time you did it ? ' '...yes but' 'it's not great but that's still good, lets work out some support system so you can fight the urge to smoke again' 'please give me drugs:('

despises maternity clothes shopping , holds off as long as she can before FINE, I'LL FIND NEW CLOTHES fuck you bolder in my stomach

100/10 experience . would do it again , wasn't all bad and what was bad it was the best thing she's ever lived through in hindsight .

#tw pregnancy #tw brief mention of smoking when pregnant #she does have fun and loves what it means. she just. a mother at heart and loves the experience #all the good and all the bad #shes sooooo <3 #anyway here have this <3 #headcanon.#might edit later but for now. this'll do <3 #SIHDFOSDHFIISOFSDF #JUST A LAZY THING THAT MAKES MY HEART GO BOOM BOOM OK

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oksana-moods · 3 years ago

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Royals - Part 3

Summary: It started with a simple kiss and now you want Wanda Maximoff all to yourself but jealousy is almost tangible, almost a third entity between Wanda and you.

A/N: Like I said before, I am loving to receive such love and feedbacks from you guys, but I won’t lie, I felt some sort of pressure in writing this part. I really wanted to deliver an amazing work and as usual, the much we try, the less we’re content with the results. The final part of Royals will be posted around the next weekend or shortly after, it’ll depend on my workload for this week. Please, let me know your thoughts.

Pt1 Pt2

Trigger Warnings: Language, sexual implicit content (mild and light stuff, nothing explicit), mentions of alcohol, underage drinking… If there’s any other that should be mentioned, let me know.

“We aren’t caught up in your love affair”

“Superman has heat vision, which means that he fires solar energy with his eyes.” Sam smirked at you. “His own eyes.” He used his fingers to show his eyes to emphasize his point as if this action could make his argument more valid.

“And since when that beats the ability to shoot blasts of full power with fists?” You spoke matter-of-factly and you heard him groan by your side. “I don’t think Captain Marvel would even need to use Kryptonite to beat Super.”

You were leaning on your locker in a heated argument with Sam about who would win a fight between Captain Marvel and Superman when Natasha arrived and greeted the two of you as usual. “Morning, losers.”

You looked at her as if outraged by her words. “You know I’m popular right?” You smiled at her. “And Sam’s dating Bucky.” Sam puffed his chest, for they were now an official couple and, contrary to what you thought, people were taking it very good. Specially the royals now that Sam was one of them. One of you.

Natasha rolled her eyes showing how little this meant for her, except the Sam dating Bucky part, she was really happy for them. “Still losers to me.” Her trademark smirk was on, and you grinned as response.

Oddly enough, the standard royal entrance didn’t happened or maybe you missed it while so engrossed in your discussion with Sam. But none other than Wanda Maximoff was right in front of you, smile bright as ever. “Good morning, guys.”

The new voice made Natasha untuck her head from her locker and to look at Wanda, then at you with an infuriating smirk. After each of you greeted her, she extended her arm with three small envelops on her hand. You caught the one with your name on it and started to read, right after you opened it.

“Costume party, Maximoff? This way your rival for Prom Queen won’t stand a chance this year.” You teased her and she smiled at your words.

“Wait. Is there someone still trying to be Queen?” Sam laughed and leaned on his locker, that boyish smile dancing in his lips. “I can’t wait till your birthday arrives, Wanda. This party will be so cool.”

“I’m just excited as you are Sam.” Wanda replied visibly eager as he was. “Are you girls coming?” She addressed her question to you and Natasha, but her eyes were solely set on you.

“Ah, I’ll have to check my schedule.” Your grin was wide until Natasha spoke. “Yeah, she’ll have to check if she can make time between being a loser at eight o’clock and being a helpless nerd at nine o’clock.”

You slapped her arm not so nicely which made Wanda and Sam to laugh out loud, especially after Natasha retort was in the form of poking her tongue out of her mouth towards you. Then, she turned to Wanda and spoke. “I’m not one for parties, Queen Bee, but someone have to take care of this babies.”

Sam, who was laughing until that moment, went all serious, feigning hurt by Natasha’s words, he spoke. “Wanna know what? I’m starting to think that this friendship is abusive.” He glared at Nat but his lips quirking in the corners showed that it was all playful, making the four of you to burst in a fit of laugher.

The school bell ringing signaled the start of the first class of the day and you saw your friends retreating to their class, leaving you and Wanda behind. There was the usual rush of students, but Wanda remained in her place, keeping you locked in place as well with her eyes.

“You haven’t answered yet.” She said lowly, hugging her books a bit too tight. “Will you go?” Her eyes shone in that way that could get anything from you and she didn’t even have to try.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything, Maximoff.” Your voice was soft despite the smirk on your lips, and you didn’t miss the smile that creeped into her lips while you passed by her side towards your class.

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The party was more crowded than you thought possible. Do they really know all this people? The answer was probably yes. Pietro was popular not only among the girls, but boys also liked him, for he was a nice guy to talk to and played basketball. And Wanda, well, boys and girls worship her as if she were some sort of goddess, you were among those who did.

The theme of their party were costumes from movies, and you loved the scenario they created, because there were movie posters spread throughout the house and some dummies dressed like characters from said posters.

Everybody showed up dressed as requested, wearing a costume from a movie character, no matter who or what it was. You, Sam and Nat arrived together and gapped in awe at the sea of teenagers displaying creativity.

Right upon your arrival, you met with Tony and Bruce, dressed up as Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Pepper came as flight attendant while Agatha showed up dressed like a sexy witch, her words not yours. Jarvis, Steve and James came as the three mousquetaires. While Thor came in a full black suit with glasses, resembling a Man in Black, Jane came dressed up as a ballerina.

“Wow, look at these guys.” Sam expressed his amazement by their originality. “Gosh, Pietro is an X-men.” You looked towards the birthday boy and saw him in a suit with an X in his chest and hair styled like Quicksilver has. You smiled at his choice of costume and started to wonder who Wanda would dress like.

A lot of people came to compliment you and Sam for your choice of costume, because almost instantly after receiving the invitation, you two decided and started to work on it. Following the rule number five, which says “You’ll always match costumes with your best friend”, you and Sam showed up dressed as Ghostbusters, with overalls and backpack.

People liked yours, but almost everybody was stunned by Natasha’s. She surprised a lot of people when she appeared dressed in a gown resembling a proper robe dating from 1500, dressed up as Maria Boleyn. Her favorite movie, that she forced you watched with her twice, was ‘The other Boleyn girl’ and you can’t disagree with her, it was a good movie indeed.

You were grabbing something to drink when a perfume - her perfume - involved you, trapped you in place. “Hey superstar.” Her voice was honey like and made you clench your jaw. When you turned to look at her, your breath was caught in your throat the second your eyes landed on her.

Her usual red lips were covered in red lipstick that was impossible not to stare at. Dressed in a red suit with a tiara on her perfect red hair and a red cape, Wanda Maximoff was a sight to see, flawlessly beautiful, making your heart to kick in your chest and her smile, damn it was brighter than the sun.

“Hi Wanda.” You breathed out the best you could after staring at her for a little too long. “You are…” You tried but you were at a loss of words, “perfect.” There wasn’t a compliment that’d fit, there weren’t words that could suffice.

She scrunched her nose at the compliment, and you had to hold on to the table for support. “I loved your costume.” She leaned on the table to grab a cup of drink to herself. “And loved to see you here.” The way the word loved rolled out of her mouth was obscene.

You smiled at her, for it was all that you could do in that moment, then when you recomposed yourself, you questioned. “I take that you’re the Scarlet Witch, yeah?” She nodded her head with her lips and nose scrunched in that cutest way she does that makes butterflies to take-off in your stomach. “Pietro said he wanted to come as an X-men, so we thought it be a fun idea.”

“It is.” You spoke, taking a few glances at her curves accentuated by her clothes, trying to be very subtle, but the smirk on her lips made very obvious that you were failing miserably, therefore you busied your lips with the drink on your hand.

A small commotion few meters away from where you were caught your attention, making Wanda retreat with an apologetic smile. You kept your eyes on the parting beauty, admiring her perfections.

Wanda arrived on the circle of friends and was immediately greeted with compliments on her costume, but she knew better. Pepper and Agatha’s words may look like compliment, but they were probably checking her from head to toes, seeking for flaws on her costume or on her body.

She leaned on the couch where Jarvis was seated on. “You look beautiful, Wan.” His smile was dashing as always but she felt odd, there was something different about his smile or maybe it was the way she was looking at it that was different, she just didn’t know why. “Thank you, Jar.”

As the conversation went on, Wanda was mildly aware of which topics they covered, not really listening what her friends were saying, until your name came out of Agatha’s lips. “I don’t care what you say Jar, but she is hot.” Her voice was laced with a tone that made Wanda irritated.

“Are you saying that just to provoke me, Harkness?” His tone left little to imagination, for he was visibly upset by the comment, as he always were when it came to you. A cynic smile showed on her lips before replying.

“Oh dear, not everything is about you.” Agatha leaned on the couch and looked at you, instantly forcing the others to do the same. “’Cause, look at her! I don’t know about you, but whenever I’m around her, I can’t tell if I let the oven on or if it’s her.” Everybody laughed at Agatha words, except Jarvis and Wanda, who had carried a frown.

Wanda looked at your form. You were in a corner having a chat with Bruce and she wondered what subject was. Her attention was brought back by Darcy’s voice. “I can’t disagree with that. Have you ever seen her without a shirt?” She pretended to fan herself as if the temperature was, suddenly, too high. And again, laughs followed the comment obliging Wanda to purse her lips.

She had seen you shirtless on the lockers room once or twice after practice and she remembered how her eyes lingered a little too long for her own taste, but she had felt entranced by your skin or the muscles usually unseen. Though, she never understood why she felt strange, as if it was wrong to look at you.

Now, she hated the way they were talking about you. As if you were a piece of meat, and they were just waiting for the right moment to take a piece.

Jarvis, who was restless by Wanda’s side, hissed. “You’re losing your breath Agatha. She’s stupid and not one of us.” Hatred was tangible in his voice but there was something else that Wanda couldn’t grasp, but she didn’t think much of it, for now she was upset with Jarvis for speaking that way about you. She sighed, ready to intervene, but Tony beat her to it.

“I don’t know Jar, I think she’s quite nice.” Jarvis snorted thinking Tony was kidding, but his expression showed that he meant it. A smile made its way to Wanda’s lips, but it broke right after Agatha words left her mouth.

“I don’t care if she’s nice, I don’t want to marry her, Jarvis.” Her smirk was offensive and made Wanda sick. “I just want to see what’s under the hood, if you know what I mean.” She laughed that characteristic laugh of hers and Wanda hated it her laugh, hated Agatha.

Wanda tried and failed to grasp, to comprehend why she was so upset about Agatha’s intentions with you. Actually, she should be happy, right? After all, you liked Agatha and if she wanted to be with you, then it was a good thing. But why does it feel like it’s not?

Pietro nudging her brought her back to the conversation and all eyes were on her when she reached reality back. Few of those eyes were notably curious, but she felt as though she was walking into a trap when looking at the maliciousness on Agatha’s, totally missing Jarvis’ eyes dipping in hatred.

“Sorry, what?” She shook her head, trying to dissipate the stupor clouding her mind.

Agatha’s smirk delivered all the malice in her eyes. “I asked you if she’s a good kisser.” Wanda blinked confused. “And why would I know that?” She asked rather irritated and before the other could explain further, Jarvis got up to his feet, visibly livid about the subject.

“Agatha, stop being an ass, would you?” His voice was low, resembling a grow, very unlike to what everybody was used to. And if Agatha was fazed by it, she never showed, for she replied. “My my, so it’s an exclusive trait of yours?” Her sarcasm dripped from her tongue like a venom, making some of them to wince.

“Fuck you.” He spoke dryly and left the room, leaving everybody else bewildered in his wake. Wanda was trying to decide if she should go after him or not, when Agatha broke the awkwardness asking. “So tell me Wanda, soccer star and Natasha, are they a thing?” Wanda, who was still trying to understand what she meant with the kiss thing, felt her head to snap towards Agatha faster than it should.

Wanda pondered over the question. She knew Natasha fancied Bruce, not that she would reveal this, she knew you and Nat were just friends, however, she didn’t want to share this knowledge. There was this gut feeling telling her that she should protect you from Agatha’s malice or not so nice intentions.

“I don’t know.” She answered feigning an indifference that she hardly felt. Agatha’s razor-sharp smile grew wider, upsetting Wanda further. “Do you think I should inquire her about it?” She clenched her jaw and shrugged as response and left the room, looking for her boyfriend.

Not far away from their inner circle, you and Bruce were having a nice conversation about the best ways of body cells improvement, avoiding the use of Gama radiation, of course, since its dangerous characteristics was common knowledge. When you saw the commotion on the other side of the room, you frowned when Wanda left evidently upset about something that happened.

With brows creased, you excused yourself and started to walk in the same direction Wanda had went, you moved swiftly, dodging people as best as you could until you crossed the same threshold as she did few minutes before. Said door led you to a staircase and it was clear that the party wasn’t allowed on that floor, for you were alone.

There was a light by the end of the corridor, leading to a balcony then voices reached your ears not far from it. Hearing Jarvis voice made you to stop in your tracks and you were about to turn around get back to the party when your eyes caught the reflex of him and Wanda on the glass door right in front of you.

He was leaning with his back on the rail and Wanda was very close to him, her arms around his neck and while you couldn’t see her face, you had a plenty view of his face, he was mad, furious even. And you wondered what had happened.

Much to your own dismay, your feet stopped answering your commands and you were stuck in that place and nothing in the world could make you look the other way. As if your own body wanted you to witness their conversation.

“It’s your party Wan, you shouldn’t be here with me.” His voice was low, different from everything you knew, as if this was a brand new Jarvis, only he was the same old. This was Wanda’s Jarvis speaking.

“Who else would I rather be with?” Her voice was muffled by his neck, and you couldn’t, for the life in you, know what had stinged more, if her words or her actions. Your jaw clenched harder than ever, but still, you couldn’t move.

“I don’t know.” You saw through reflex that he shrugged. “A lot of people came because they think they’re your friends.” Your mind tried hard to wrap around his words and his tone. It was so foreign to you to see him speaking almost kindly.

“Half of them I don’t even know. With few excuses, the other half shouldn’t have come.” Her own tone startled you, it was serious, harsh and you tried to imagine her expression in that moment. “Why were you so bothered with Agatha?” And that was more than enough to get you interested in their conversation.

“I don’t like…” He sighed, as if measuring his words, as if thinking before speaking and that notion baffled you. “I don’t like when people talk about… you know.” A frown appeared on your face but soon it faded.

“Your sister, you mean?” Wanda’s voice was soft, but Jarvis expression never quavered. ‘Ah so I was the subject of their conversation.’ You thought and saw him nodding in response.

“Agatha was just bringing her up on our conversation because she wanted to annoy me. That’s what she does to get the attention she thinks she deserves.” His words were harsh, still, different from the ones he usually sent your way. He was really bothered and the idea of someone annoying him made you smile, however, it was shortly lived.

“Now, what about I give you your birthday gift?” Right after his words, he let his head fall to Wanda’s neck and started to kiss her skin tenderly, when you saw Wanda craning her neck to grant him more room, you balled your fists so tight that your knuckles could explode.

A vile bile tasting jealous burned your throat when Wanda combed her fingers through Jarvis’ blond locks and when his arms continued trailing downwards past the small of her back, you had to close your eyes, for it was too much to watch. It wasn’t fair with your heart. All you saw was bitter coating the back of your eyes.

You leaned your head on the wood board behind your head and its coldness brought some clear air to your mind. You had to get out of there or were you that masochist, to want to watch or hear something else, only to hurt yourself more?

Short breaths came out of your lungs while you tried to concentrate in anything at all other than the couple making out right outside those doors. ‘Why did I came here, in first place?’ The question hammered your mind and you envied your brother now more than ever, you hated him and hated Wanda for making you to feel like that.

You despised his wealth, his popularity, his looks, his everything, except his girlfriend. You loved her, even though she loved that twat. You clenched and unclenched your jaw few more times as if this action could help you to try and find your bearings, then his voice announced that he broke their kiss. “Do I get to see your room tonight, my love?”

My love … The insinuation, the certainty, left a sour taste in your mouth, one that you desperately needed to get rid of. This… this was more than enough to shatter your heart to an almost unbearable level.

There was no need to scoop lower, for you knew the rock bottom wasn’t that far. So fighting back infuriating tears, you left the hall without waiting for Wanda’s reply. There was no need for more heartbreak tonight. You had your fill already.

Sam, who was at the drink’s table, was startled by your sudden arrival, even more so when he saw you were fuming with anger, but your eyes were far, far away from here. “Hey”. You flinched when you felt a hand landing on your shoulder, startling him further.

“Oh. Sorry Sam.” You muttered after your eyes recognized who was by your side, but your small smile did nothing to settle the worry growing in him. “What happened?” You sighed when you see his brows furrowed and lips pursed, he wouldn’t let this go.

“I just saw Wanda and Jarvis making out.” You nodded towards the stairs as if this movement could take your mind off all the jealousy you felt. I didn’t. It still burned like a raging fire, that’s why you filled a plastic cup with whatever alcohol you found.

Sam’s expression softened at your words and that boyish smiled creeped into his mouth before speaking. “C’mon, let’s ditch this party and go grab some fries and milkshake.” Your brows furrowed at his sudden invitation, so he clarified. “Rule number nine, always mend your best friend’s heart with their favorite dessert!”

A laugh that could be well mistaken with a sob scaped your chest and you hugged him, there was little suffering with Sam around. This was his magic, his power, you thought, he could always pull a smile from you, no matter what. Sometimes you wondered if he was your guardian angel disguised as best friend.

“I’d love to drown in milkshake rather than vodka. At least it’s sweet and don’t give me headaches in the morning.” He shook his head, amused at how you could make fun in a moment like this. Maybe this was yourpower, he thought proudly, to be resilient and no matter how hard life hits you, you’ll just brush your knees and keep going.

“Hi gorgeous.” A voice startled the both of you and you turned to see Agatha Harkness with that mischievous smile of hers sizing you up and down, like a hunter does to their prey. “Would you like to take me to hunt a few ghosts in the guest room, hon?” You chocked with her forwardness at the same time Sam whistled by your side.

Again, he landed his hand on your shoulder and spoke lowly, though you knew she’d hear it too. “I guess we’re rain checking that shake.” He winked at you, then looked at Agatha and spoke. “Play nice girls.” With that, he left, leaving you no option but to awkwardly smile at her.

“How about we look for ghosts on the pool area before, huh?” You spoke at the same time she slipped her hand on yours and started to drag you to where you had requested. You tried hard, really hard not to think how her hand felt wrong and how bad your wanted to be Wanda’s.

One could think strange that even though you liked Wanda and to be with her, you were about to hook up with Agatha. Well, facing reality was hard but a must, Wanda dated Jarvis and you could not change this fact. So why would you pass the chance to kiss a pretty girl? You wouldn’t.

Your back hit the post of the gazebo at the same time she attacked your lips, and she came with everything she had. You were surprised a little, but soon you started to kiss her back. You placed your hands on her hips and pulled her into you, only to be rewarded with a small moan from Agatha.

“You’re too hot for your own good.” She spoke lowly on your ear after breaking the kiss, desperate for air. Agatha did want to take you to the guest room, but on your walk towards the gazebo, you managed to convince her that you were too drunk for anything else.

Agatha was undeniably beautiful, hot and definitely knew how to kiss but still, there wasn’t a connection and you needed it to go further. If there was one thing that you learned from your experience with Pepper, it was that.

“How so?” You whispered back and smirked when you felt goosebumps on her back, where you were trailing your hands. She bit your lobe and mumbled. “I can’t keep my hands off you, girl.” If she wanted an answer, you couldn’t ever know, for she immediately reconnected your lips eager to taste them one more time.

Wanda, after dodging Jarvis attempts to get in her room and she knew all too well what his intentions were, started to look for you. She wondered how long his patience would withstand waiting to take the next step on their relationship.

They dated for almost two years, and if before she thought she’d be ready by the graduation prom, now it was less than two months, and she didn’t felt that spark, that desire Agatha and Pepper had talked about.

It was weird to think that whenever she was with Jarvis, she hurried to get rid of him. Even weirder to think that, while she still cared and liked him a lot, she didn’t love him. And the thoughts in her head only got more confusing when she started to think about you and how she loved to be around you.

Confusing than ever was when her own mind answered her question to Jarvis. ‘Who else would I rather be with?’ Right after uttering those words, she was bombarded with thoughts of you and she felt a strange pang on her chest, it felt so foreign, so alien, yet warmed her entire being.

Maybe this is what it feels like to have a best friend, she thought to herself while looking around her house and after darting a good number of guests, she finally reached the pool area, where Gamora said she had last seen you.

There were few couples making out and some people were talking around the pool while others were on the inside, some fully clothed, others didn’t have that modesty and had their costumes spread on the grass. Yet, no sign of you. Maybe Gamora got confused? Or maybe you we-

Her thoughts were cut straight away when she heard Agatha’s laugh and when her eyes found the place where her friend was, Wanda thought she was seeing things, for she could swear she saw you burying your face on her neck.

She was baffled by the scene unfolding in front of her. She felt sick and she had to surpass the urge to fled to her room right away. You and Agatha were single, and Wanda knew that you fancied the girl, so why was she mad about it? Why did she want to storm over there and push Agatha away from you?

The sight of Agatha threading her hands on your hair and kissing you rather ferociously made something in her to stir, it wasn’t pleasant and she wanted to cry, to scream, to tear you apart. Wanda looked around frantically as if trying to find an escape route, to where she didn’t know. She just knew that she didn’t want to be there anymore.

Wanda was about to flee that stupid scene when she caught sight of a red hair nearby and she looked at the girl standing there wide eyed, and she snapped at the person spying on her. “What are you looking at?” Her words delivered how frustrated she felt, and she didn’t care that this person would see a different Wanda than they were used to.

“Only seeing the other side of the same jealousy’s coin.” The girl rasped out and Wanda’s vision cleared enough for her to recognize your friend Natasha. She felt a little relieved to get caught in that awkward situation by your friend and not by a random gossiper trying to cook the newest bombshell.

But then, she grasped Natasha’s words. Jealousy. Was she insinuating that Wanda was jealous? “Wha-” She cleared her throat. “I beg your pardon?” She managed and she saw the other girl approaching her to speak lower than she already had.

“I don’t know if you’re playing dumb or if you’re really that oblivious,” Wanda could only stare at the fierceness emanating from Romanoff’s eyes, she felt somewhat cornered by the strength they held. “But I see the way you look at her, and let me tell you this, if you hurt her, I’ll shove your reign so far up in your ass that you’ll keep looking for it until you graduate from college.”

Wanda was taken aback by Natasha’s words, even more, by what she was implying. ‘She’s telling me that she thinks I am jealous of her friend, my friend.’ Was the first coherent thought that Wanda’s head was able to form, for she was still trying to recompose herself after Romanoff’s speech or threat.

Natasha glared at Wanda for a whole minute just for good measure before retreating to the party and dumbfounded, Wanda did the same, only she found herself climbing the stairs that led to her room. “She’s wrong. I date Jarvis and I like him, right?” She whispered to herself, all the while trying to take the image of you kissing Agatha off her head.

‘I see the way you look at her.’ That sentence plagued her mind as if it were tattooed on her brain mixed with the way she hated how your hands pulled Agatha closer. She shook her head trying to get rid of those images, of the anger that they brought to her chest.

‘We’re just friends, right?’

Right?

Enjoying so far? Part 4

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workofheart · 4 years ago

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hi i love your works!! can i request hcs for law student levi x med student reader??

okay i know basically nothing about these fields of study but here is my best guess, tbh these are more like general college headcanons but ! i hope this meets you halfway lol

you guys meet through a couple gen ed classes that you have to take regardless of your major. maybe a group project - finds you a little annoying at first tbh but that’s everyone he meets, but grows to like you considering you’re the only two people out of your group to ever work on the project

you bond over your hatred for people not doing their fair share and at the end you take credit for everything and leave the other ppl screwed lols

anddd then he shyly asks you out on a date by doodling in the corner of your notebook :3

levi definitely rewrites your messy ass notes into legible notes that you can study from. in class, you scribble down as much as you can hence you can barely read it yourself, but somehow levi knows exactly what it says so he’ll take the time to redo them for you and make it nice and neat and organized :’) just his little gesture of kindness

study dates in coffee shops and libraries are a constant, he’s such a gentleman and will pay for your drink even if you asked him to meet up just bc he likes you

tease him about it and he’ll grumble

but definitely a few hours of studying and helping each other cram terms and definitions and situations whether it be through flashcards or quizlets or something lol

just imagine levi reading off terms for you to define and you literally don’t know a single thing, just him being like “jfc how do you expect to take care of real life ppl if you can’t even explain this”

is honestly wondering how you even got into this school but that’s for another day

lowkey he’s your wake up call to start getting your shit together, but he’ll help you along the way and adjust to a better schedule of managing your time

walks you to your dorm/apartment when it gets late bc he worries for you

u laugh and joke abt how sexy he is when he’s serious and would win cases by intimidating the witnesses and seducing the judge and will roll his eyes like stfu that’s unprofessional but internally will be like... fr? u think i’m sexy?

in return he makes deadpan jokes about you saving him if needs be (or not saving him, either works)

you recommend him lawyer movies like primal fear thinking he’d love them and meanwhile he watches it commenting “this is unrealistic” “she would not be pouring scotch during a trial” “that doesn’t happen in a court room” ugh someone stop him

#levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman hcs #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi headcanons #levi hcs #aot fluff #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot hcs #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman imagine

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shoyoist · 2 years ago

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y'all i had such a nice day todayy <3 feeling so refreshed rn so i'll tell you guys abt it to share the good vibes hehe —

under the cut because it got a little long.

so as some of y'all might know because i've been complaining on dash, i had 7am classes today. and i'd pulled an all nighter last night for chemistry, so i was really tired when i showed up to class (o_o; )

was ready to sit alone in the corner, take my notes and do the worksheets and just go home without interacting with anyone.

but my friends were really glad to see me omg 😭💖 they told me they'd missed me so much (because i haven't been attending most of the revision sessions, since i prefer to do self study at home during exam sesson) and bought me cake and a drink, i felt so loved LMAO v_v <3

and at abt 12pm i picked my sister and two of her friends (they're our neighbors so when their parents get hung up at office i usually take them home w me and my sister) up from her school. one of them told me i looked thirsty (i was) and gave me some water, and i felt so touched 😭😭

when i got home i took a shower, had lunch and talked to my girlfriend on the phone for a bit before i took a nap. talking to her always makes me feel better hehe <3

then, i woke up at 4pm, took another shower and then i got to work. i did some chemistry and physics, but i got stuck on a chapter and was struggling so hard i wasted a lot of time on just a couple of questions ( t_t).

that always pisses me off, like when i don't understand something that ik i should and waste time trying to figure it out that makes me so mad. plus i don't really have TIME to waste on a single chapter but i couldn't just leave it behind without understanding it right? so i was just so upset about it.

around 7pm my brother called my phone (he's actually my cousin but he's rlly more like a brother to me) and he lives in the next city ok, so i wasn't expecting him to say he'd come over.

he's annoying as per usual for older brothers LMAO so i picked up his call like "what do you want :/" but he was like "hey i'm omw let's play valo together"

which surprised me because, "why can't we just play you don't need to come over? and besides i don't have time to play"

but he said he missed us and wanted to see us ;(( and when he showed up, i was still not done going through that one physics chapter. while he waited for me to be done, he took my laptop and adjusted all the settings to his liking (now that i think abt it i'll have to fix everything before i play NAWW) and played a couple of matches by himself 😭😭

then i was like "...dude what are you doing LMAO" like none of our family is on very good terms w eachother so i was just surprised that he showed up outta nowhere like this.

— and all of a sudden he was like "hey i brought my card w me you wanna go out for dinner?" and it was around 8pm, so i said it's too late, our youngest sister has school tomorrow too so we probably shouldn't. but he said that i seemed kinda stressed out, and that a walk outside and a nice dinner would do me good.

WHICH WAS TRUE BTW i've been mad stressed out these days, and i haven't had a break in forever. i knew that and i just felt like, ykw why not? so i agreed, and once we convinced my mom, the three of us (me, my brother and our youngest sister) went out.

except we only recently moved to this city so i didn't know any good places. and he was living in the other city so he didn't know either. we walked around for like an hour 💀💀

then we surrendered and went to a pizza place, it was already like 9:30pm by then and i knew our mom would be PISSED LMAO but we still went and got pizza and milkshakes. it was so nice fr like i felt really good.

he told me about work, and we vented to eachother a little on our separate family situations and all, and then we moved onto just talking abt random things that took our minds off our stress. realized halfway through that he needed this little walk out too.

we also went over to a bridge that's over a river near the area, because it's one of my favourite places to go to. it was hella dark and there were stoners and all around but my brother is a big guy (he's a gym rat like me, stands at 6'2) and so we weren't rlly abt to be bothered LMAO. watched the moon and just stood together in comfortable silence for a while, till we decided it was rlly time to go back home.

i could feel the pent up stress leaving me during the time we were out. and plus, i haven't let loose and had some good fun in a long time 😩

got back home at 11pm and my parents were MAD but that's okay we had fun!!

and yk, i just wanted to say 😭 if you find yourself working hard without room for a break or anything, if you're stuck between deadlines and tight schedules and all, sometimes all you need is a few hours out with your friends/family, a few hours to unwind and let loose.

it's okay to spare a few hours to take care of yourself. i'm feeling sm better and much better prepared to immerse myself into my work and actually understand and absorb what i'm going to revise and practise now.

it rlly helps!! some fresh air, some good food enjoyed w your loved ones and a few hours of fun with them, it fr fixes your whole mood.

and it's different from relaxing alone. trust me.

don't hesitate to reach out and take some time to relax and get together with people you love <3 it really makes a difference.

#☆༉ soliloqui.#AKGFH I TALKED SM #but anyway. yeah i just wanted to share <3

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dumdumsun · 4 years ago

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Forever and Never

A/N: Welcome back, luvs ❤️ Glad to have you back

Warnings: mentions of marijuana

Word Count: 2876

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Two: Gotta Have Soul

“What was school like for you?”

“Like, a regular school day?”

“Yeah, like a regular school day.”

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A normal day of school for me was like walking around in a glass bubble. This isn’t a metaphor for personal space, but rather the concept of fitting in. Clearly, I fit in at school, but not in the way I expected to. I could walk amongst my peers and smile in their faces, talk with them, but it’d be difficult to hear through the glass of my bubble. We could reach out to each other and hope for a connection, but our hands would forever be disconnected by the glass. But they seemed to be fine with it. They didn’t want to come into my bubble, they just wanted to admire me from the outside. And I supposed I was fine with that, as well. It wasn’t like I opened my bubble for anyone, even invited anyone inside. I let Dina in once and got paranoid. Paranoid that she’d take up the air, that she’d hate my bubble and what I’d have to offer within it. So, I did what I thought was best and kindly asked her to leave. Assured her that she could maybe come back another time, when I was ready. As the sweet and considerate person that she was, she had no problem with it.

Stan didn’t need to live in a glass bubble because he didn��t need to fit in. And I’ve never needed to open the bubble myself to allow him access. He was welcome anytime and entered as he pleased. He was the only person who understood me. I realize that we had more in common than I thought. No one understood our fashion senses, our tastes in music, the way we preferred to keep to ourselves. I could breathe around him and smile and laugh, I mean actually laugh. It was just a shame it all had to wait until after school. Stan and I lived in two different worlds at school. Sometimes I’d catch a ride with him if he left his house the same time I did mine. The second we would set foot on the school campus, we were strangers. It wasn’t that we were embarrassed of each other, I just think Stan was intimidated by the crowd I attracted. Hell, I was intimidated by the crowd I attracted. I’d much rather be walking down those halls with Stan, Dina, and Sydney (if she was comfortable with me). Luckily, I had classes with each of them.

I had nearly every class with Dina, save for honor choir and theatre classes. We found a way to sit near each other in every class we had and talked about everything and nothing for the entire hour. Half of my classes were with Stanley, and those hours were full of glancing at each other and playfully winking or blowing kisses. He’d pass me notes old-school style, but always avoided the route that would lead to either Ricky or Brad. We had a couple of run-ins that led to them teasing Stan before the note could even reach me. Study hall was one of the only times Stan and I would actually sit together and talk in school. Sometimes we’d study, sometimes we’d skip and go smoke outside. Nonetheless, we’d make the most out of our time together.

I only had two classes with Sydney and both included Dina, so there still wasn’t much going on between us at school. She wasn’t as active in gym class as we were, so it was a lot of her cheering us on when we played basketball or dodgeball. She was usually the person to hand me Stan’s notes in science, having to dodge Ricky and Brad’s grabbing hands so that I could quickly snatch it. Luckily, I only had two classes with Ricky and Brad, and they both included Dina and Stan. So, I was never trapped in an uncomfortable situation with Ricky before their eyes.

Science was the most chaotic class for me. Not only did I not care for the subject, but my seat was away from both Stan and Dina. I was nearly sandwiched between Ricky and Brad, which set me on edge most days. Despite this, I simply tried my best to focus on my school work. “And yes, during arousal, there is an increase in all sorts of things, including adrenaline and, of course, blood flow,” Mr File droned on as I wrote down notes in my notebook. Dina always said she thought it was cute how I used different colors for each day. Little did she know, once I started this system, I couldn’t stop it. This was to the point that I had to buy a set of pens for each class. I couldn’t use my green math pen for my Tuesday science class. “And the blood flow continues down and then gets trapped within the corpora cavernosa. The penis expands, and this is how the Homo sapien male is able to hold an erection. Yes?”

My attention was diverted to Bradley, who raised his hand. Once he was called on, he set his hand back down and straightened his posture. “From my experience, Mr File, the holding of an erection is far more successful in the hands of a Homo sapien female.” His inappropriate joke sent an eruption of laughter throughout the classroom. I rolled my eyes in irritation.

“Very funny, Mr Lewis.” Mr File deadpanned.

“Just talkin’ science.”

“Moving on.” As my teacher turned back to the chalkboard, Ricky and Brad reached over my head to high five each other. I scoffed and continued on with my notes. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ricky turn around to speak to Sydney.

“Ah. Oh, come on, fire crotch. Laugh. That was funny.”

“Don’t be a prick, Ricky,” I hissed, the boy’s head snapping over to me. “It wasn’t even that funny.”

Ricky tilted his head at me and gave a soft smile, his hand reaching over and clasping around my wrist. “Okay, babe, I’ll leave your friend alone-”

“And don’t call me babe.” I yanked my wrist from his grasp. He froze, shocked, his mouth opening and closing as if at a loss for words.

“Mr Berry, if you could take your eyes off of Ms (Y/L/N) for one second to listen to my lecture, that would be very much appreciated.” At the sound of Mr File’s voice, Ricky quickly turned forward and returned to his notes.

“I’ll definitely try my best, sir.” He smirked, Bradley chuckling and reaching over my head again to give his friend another high five. My eyes fell on Stanley, who was watching the interaction in annoyance. When his gaze met mine, he gave me a sympathetic look. I only held my fingers in the position of a gun up to my temple and pretended to fire it. He shook his head in amusement before turning his attention back to Mr File. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as Sydney glanced between Dina and our teacher before her gaze settled on me. She gave me a small smile and mouthed a ‘thank you’. I winked at her and gave a thumbs up. That was the start of one of the very few friendly interactions we’d have throughout the week.

On my way home from school that day, I spotted Syd and ran to catch up with her. “Hey, Sydney.” I grinned, the girl jumping a bit when I appeared by her side.

“O-Oh. Um, hey, Zip.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” I chuckled. “You’re normal.”

She smiled and stared down at her feet. “Uh… Why are you walking with me?” I frowned at her question, but she raised her head quickly. “Like, no offense, but… you usually just… keep to yourself. Or you get a ride from Stanley.”

“I stayed after for theatre rehearsal,” I shrugged. “But we never talk. We’re neighbors, Syd. And we’re both friends with Dina. Isn’t it weird we never talk?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I guess it is.”

“I’m not saying we should hang out everyday and tell each other secrets, but… you know.”

“No, yeah, I get it. I mean, Dina likes you… So does everyone else, so you must be really cool to be around.”

“Well, that’s something you can find out for the both of us. Because I still don’t get it…” I turned my head forward, my voice trailing off. We continued our journey home in comfortable silence, every now and then striking up pebble throwing contests. Sydney had a really nice smile. It was a shame she didn’t use it much. When we reached my street, our walk didn’t last much longer. “Here’s my stop.” I announced, stepping away towards the mailbox to retrieve our mail. Sydney nodded with a smile.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll see you tomorrow-”

“Oh, hey, Syd!” Stan’s voice called out. We both turned our heads to see him getting up from his porch, making his way to the middle of the street to meet Syd. “And my lovely Zip.”

“Hey, beautiful.” I winked, pulling out a couple envelopes from the box. Stanley chuckled fondly at me before looking back to Syd, who was waiting expectantly.

“Oh, my leg fell asleep. One sec,” He then began shaking and stretching his leg, Sydney standing by awkwardly. The sight alone was enough to have me quietly laughing to myself. Stan let out a sigh once he was done and planted his foot back on the ground. “Can I walk with you?”

“Sure. Why not?” Syd shrugged. Stan smiled and turned forward with her.

“Cool.”

As they walked away, I noticed one of the envelopes was addressed to me. Maybe a bit too enthusiastically, I ripped it open. Inside was a lonely check. No note. Just like last time. And the time before that. Taking out the check, my eyes bulged at the number written down. Four hundred dollars?! Four hundred fucking dollars from Dad in two weeks! I tried to think of the upcoming dates. Was Aunt Pam’s birthday coming up? Uncle David’s? Jacob’s? No one’s. So… why did Dad send me twice as much this time? My head lifted to find Stanley happily dancing back up to his house, twirling and jumping with his bare feet. I laughed at the sight. As he descended the slope to his house, he motioned for me to follow. Setting the mail on the porch swing, I pocketed my check and hurried down to Stan’s.

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“What about this one?” I held up Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road on vinyl. “I love me some Elton John.”

“Whatever you want, Nugget.” I heard him from the couch. Satisfied with my decision, I put the music on, nodding to the beat of Crocodile Rock as I joined Stanley on the couch. He had just taken out one of his pre-rolled joints from his case and was lighting it up.

“So…”

“So?”

“What’s up with you and Sydney Novak?” I cheekily grinned, my friend puffing on the smoke as he removed the joint from his mouth. “You wanted to… walk with her?”

“I wanted to hang out with her. We’ve never hung out before. I just thought she’d want more friends.”

“Uh-huh…” I raised a brow, taking the joint when it was offered to me. As I inhaled the smoke, Stan waved me off.

“Whatever. So… what’s been going on with you? It’s been about three weeks since you got back and you haven’t spoken a word about where you disappeared to.”

I quickly handed the joint back as I exhaled, the smoke clouding my vision. “Yeah, I don’t really wanna talk about that…”

“Oh.” Stan cleared his throat.

“Let’s just say it was… very depressing.”

“Well, what about your dad? How’s he been?”

“He’s good, I think. Working in Georgia still. Oh!” I lifted my hip a bit to retrieve the check from my back pocket. “Look at this fucking shit, Stan! My dad sends me a two hundred dollar check every two weeks. But look what I got this time.” Stan leaned over, squinting his eyes as if he weren’t seeing right.

“Four hundred?!”

“Four hundred!”

“Jesus, (Y/N), what does he do?!”

“In all honesty, Stan, I have no fucking idea. He doesn’t like talking about it.”

“Well, that’s not suspicious at all.” Stan mumbled, silencing himself by placing the joint between his lips. It didn’t take too long for our highs to kick in. When they did, we were draped over one another, lazily drawing shapes in the air. I reached over and tickled Stan’s foot, which was just beside my head. He quietly giggled and retracted his foot from me. I laughed loudly and dropped my arm.

“Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“This is where we peak, huh? This is, like, as good as it gets,” I watched as he lifted his head, attempting to make eye contact with me. “Like, we’re not gonna have shit going for us besides a lousy paycheck we slave for. And we’re gonna settle for someone who makes us all feel a little less lonely… or we just end up alone and blame everyone else for it. And then… In, like, ten years we’re gonna go to our high school reunion and then we’re gonna find out that… We all were pieces of shit at the age of seventeen and that’s as good as we got. It’s as good as we’ll ever get,” I pointed to him. “At least, that’s what you told me.”

“Nugget… you talk too much,” He flopped back onto the ground. “But yeah, you’re right. But, like… not you.”

“Not me?”

“No, you’re gonna… move away again. But for good. You’re gonna become the best… damn actress of our time and you’re gonna walk on red carpets and go on talk shows and go ‘Yeah, my best friend Stanley Barber was the best thing that’s ever happened to me’, and then-”

“That’s not how I talk!” I burst out laughing, which triggered his own laughter. We spent the next few moments rolling on the floor, trying to catch our breaths in the midst of our cackling. Even in my haze, I thought to myself, If this is where I peak, I’m the most successful of them all to peak with Stan. How could no one have wanted to hang out with him? He was the only thing that kept me sane most days with his carefree philosophy on life. There was never a dull moment with him. Never a single second of doubt in his ability to make me smile, to make me feel good about myself. And maybe it was selfish to depend on him that much, but I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it.

When our highs almost completely wore off, I wished Stan a goodbye and headed back home. Entering the house, Jacob was just about to exit. “Oh, hey, Bug-” He stopped and sniffed. “You smell like weed.”

“You’ll live.” I smiled and walked inside. In the kitchen, Aunt Pam was making dinner while dancing to the music on the radio. Upon my arrival, she clapped and went to hug me.

“(Y/N), how was your-” She stepped back and sniffed. “Ugh, you smell like weed…”

“Sorry.”

“I honestly don’t care. But I wanted to tell you that you should call your dad. It’s been a couple of weeks with no call. Remember he said he’d check on you every other day?”

“I remember. I’ll call him right now.” Heading upstairs to my room, I pulled out my cell phone. I accessed my contacts before pressing on my dad’s, holding the phone up to my ear. When the call was answered, there was no greeting. Just faint breathing from the other end. “Uh… Dad-”

“Hey, sweetheart,” He rushed out, sounding out of breath. “What- What did you call for?”

“What did I… Dad, you said you’d call me three times a week. It’s been two weeks with no call.”

“You’re right, you’re right, doll.” He sighed. I frowned in disgust. He never called me ‘doll’. “How’s school going? Straight A’s?”

“Um… not really,” I mumbled as I entered my bedroom, setting my backpack on the ground before flopping on my bed, sighing contently. “A couple of B’s, but I’m trying. Uh, I got the check.”

“Yeah, yeah, your allowance.” He huffed.

“Uh-huh… but you gave me twice as much.”

“Yeah, for homecoming. Pam said it was next week.”

“Oh, yeah…,” I rolled onto my back. “Almost forgot.”

“Yeah, so just… buy yourself something pretty- Listen, sweetheart, I’ve gotta go, but I promise to call you in two days.”

“Okay, Dad. Love you-” I was cut off when he abruptly hung up the phone. Sighing, I let my arm flop down beside my head. If I had to be completely honest, that was normal behavior from my dad lately. Sure, I mentioned he wasn’t present in his mind, but this was different. He was clearly occupied. Very occupied. I brushed it off as him being hard at work, but…

Something told me there was more going on with my Dad. And it scared me.

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ringmyheart · 4 years ago

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Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

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telli1206 · 3 years ago

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The Heart Will Follow (Chapter 2)

Jay’s never had a crush...until he met Carlos. And now he can’t stay away.

Carlos doesn’t know what to make of Jay’s presence, yet. But what should he do, exactly, about a boy that’s both cute AND terrifying?

A collection of Jaylos isle meetings, inspired by this beautiful headcanon I came across randomly that I can’t get out of my head. And thank you to @hersilentlanguage for motivating me to post this!

AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: It Was Only Me And You

Evie tilts her head slowly, trying ever so gingerly to cast a subtle glance over her shoulder. Once she catches a flash of dark eyes, she whips back around. She tries to keep her actions as casual and composed as possible, but Carlos quirks a brow when he notices her mouth tipped open in surprise.

“He’s looking over here again. He’s-yeah, Jay’s definitely staring at you.”

Carlos sighs deeply and scrunches his eyes closed, letting his body slink back lax in his chair.

“Really? W-why do you think he keeps, doing that?”

Evie chews on her lip for a moment, examining Carlos carefully as his eyes flutter open to meet hers.

“Who knows.” She waves off the topic, leaning forward to help Carlos tackle the massive pile of books on his desk. “But there’s no point in worrying about it right now, is there? We have to get you home so you can catch up on these assignments.”

Carlos blinks, staring at her with a surprised look. He starts to turn, as if debating a look behind him, to see what Evie saw, but instead shifts back quickly and straightens up in his seat.

“O-ok. I guess. There is a lot here for me to do.”

He grabs his bag, smiling gratefully as Evie starts to stack his books so he can easily slide them in.

“Thanks, Evie.”

Evie feels a warmth bloom in her chest, and she has to fight down the happy curl that’s making its way across her lips. She only officially met her new friend a couple of hours ago, and already she feels giddy with excitement to have found a fellow kind soul on this dump of an island. She only wishes that she had a chance to meet him sooner. The fact that Carlos was hidden this whole time in the mansion just across the way from her seems like a travesty - a friendship that she’s really needed, and been deprived of.

Her resistance to smiling ebbs away the more she watches Carlos. He’s stopping every time he picks up a book to let his fingers trace across the letters on the cover, brown eyes alight with wonder, before carefully tucking his new treasure safely into his bag. It’s definitely slowing down their exit from class, but Evie can’t help but marvel at how excited Carlos is for school. It’s adorable.

And she finally has someone she can ask to study that won’t look at her like a complete freak for actually wanting to do her school work.

Evie’s knocked out of her thoughts by a loud snort from behind, obnoxious enough to startle her and make Carlos flinch. Her eyes narrow at Mal, who flashes her a steely glare while dragging Jay along past her and Carlos.

Jay’s constant presence makes Evie uneasy. Even as Mal pulls him by forcefully, he’s still staring at Carlos. And now he’s close...too close for her comfort. She tenses when she sees the thief leaning in even closer to her friend, only relaxing when Mal firmly yanks him away, earning space between Jay and Carlos.

Evie comes around the desk to stand by Carlos, making a fuss under the guise of helping him more, but secretly hoping for protection for him that can come with her proximity. Carlos smiles gratefully at her, happy for her help, but also glaringly oblivous to the fact that he’s still in the sights of his dark-haired classmate.

“Come on, Carlos, we should head home. By the way, can I tell you how excited I am to have someone to walk home with? Especially since it’s you.”

Carlos ducks his head, hiding a shy smile as he slings his hefty backpack over his shoulder. Two books are still in his hand, and he ignores Evie’s comment (other than the light flush dusting his cheeks, which Evie still notices) in favor of chattering excitedly about his first Poisons and Potions class tomorrow.

His animated talk is the perfect distraction, allowing Evie to guide them quickly away from prying eyes. She hooks a hand under Carlos’ elbow the second she sees Mal and Jay lingering against the lockers. She isn’t sure why they’re still hanging around nearby, but she’s not about to stay and find out.

“-so I know we probably can’t bring materials home, but do you think the teacher might make an exception if I offered to clean up the room for them or something? Because there’s an acid that’s good for cleaning concrete that I could really use. Mother would love-”

Evie’s half listening to Carlos, nodding and humming accordingly so he continues while she’s keeping a watchful eye. She fixes as heated a glare as she can muster when she catches Jay’s eye, feeling mildly satisfied when his eyes widen slightly in surprise.

She lets her glare shift then to Mal, hoping for a smiliar reaction, but is less than surprised when instead the girl’s face scrunches in anger, and a mocking tongue pokes from between her pinkish lips.

For a second Evie thinks how much fun it would be to just bite at that offensive pink tongue, and to bruise those small, pouty lips with pressure from her own. Mal would be shocked, no doubt, and the painful groans would be music to her ears...

Wait...painfulshrieks. Why is she thinking about Mal’s groans?

Evie shakes her head dismissively, returning her focus to Carlos and his chemistry babbling. She’s having trouble holding onto his elbow as his gestures become more wild and exagerrated. His nose is scrunched and his cheeks are flushed and red from barely taking a breath between sentences. It makes his freckles stand out so much more against the brightening skin.

He’s so cute, Evie thinks, stealing peeks at him as they walk. With beautiful brown eyes and lips like his, she has no doubt her friend will have at least a few of the kids at Dragon Hall crushing. Hard.

Her thoughts suddenly shift to Jay, and the looks he was giving Carlos. His stares. The creepy closeness. And her breath hitches in her throat.

Maybe she’ll have more to worry about with Jay than she originally thought.

———

“Evie? I appreciate you walking with me, but isn’t your home...right there?”

Carlos points back to the dusty sidewalk Evie had just hurried past. It’s dirty and quiet and isolated like it’s barely even looked at, let alone used. And yet, there’s still a light disturbance in the softly settled dirt that bares an eerie resemblance to Evie’s high-heeled shoes.

Yes, Carlos surmises. Those are definitely her heel prints and that’s most definitely her turn off to get home.

But her fingers are fidgeting and her gaze is scattered. She’s quietly shaking her head No but refusing to look at him at the same time.

“Evie? Is...is something, wrong?”

She finally looks up at him, her bottom lip pulled tight between her teeth. Carlos catches a look of concern before Evie relaxes and flashes a toothy grin. It seems...forced? But Carlos decides not to question it.

“Of course not, Carlos! I’m fine,” she chirps, still smiling at him. “I just want to make sure you make it home ok.”

She covers Carlos’ hand with her own and smiles warmly, and Carlos is practically beaming from the attention.

He was overjoyed when his mother finally agreed to let him attend school. But he had never imagined that going to Dragon Hall would benefit him even more than just advancing his education.

But now, he has his first...friend. And it’s already better than he could have hoped for.

“Evie, how do you think I made it home before today?” he teases with a little smirk. “I’ll be ok, I swear. Besides, if your mom’s anything like mine, she’s going to be royally pissed if you’re late. Am I right?”

Evie sighs, casting a troubled glance towards her castle, and Carlos knows his assumption was spot-on. Not that he’s surprised, really. He would have been more shocked to find out Evie had kind, loving parents than the latter.

But to Carlos, that only begs the question why Evie would want to go against her best interest to stay with him.

“Get going,” he urges again, pointing towards her castle. “I want to walk to school with you in the morning, so don’t go getting yourself in trouble, ok? I’m not about to lose a fr- uh, person, I just found over something so trivial.”

Evie cracks a smile, clearly not missing Carlos’ almost slip-up. Evil, hopefully he didn’t already ruin things by flat-out announcing his desperation by using a word only saved for the weakest of islers.

“Ok, I guess you’re right,” Evie chirps, and Carlos breathes a sigh of relief at the smile still bright on her face. “You’ll be careful though, right? Just...watch your back.”

Carlos raises a brow. “Of course. But...what do you think’s going to happen, Evie? I’m like, 50 feet from my front door.”

Evie bites her lip again, letting her eyes scan behind them, over alleyways and their quiet, abandoned path. She pauses for a moment to narrow her gaze on one darkened corner, and Carlos can feel his heart thudding harder in his chest as he examines her movements. But she finally eases her stance and turns back to face him.

“It’s...nothing. Really. It’s just - anything can happen, right? I worry about everything,” she dismisses with a chuckle. “I’ll..um...I’ll see you tomorrow, ok? Do you, want to meet here? At 7? And...walk to school, together?”

Carlos immediately brightens at the idea, Evie matching his wide smile with her own.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

Evie presses her smile down, offering a short wave before turning to follow the path towards her castle. Carlos watches for a moment, instinctively checking to make sure she’s safe before heading his own way. But he can’t help noticing her eyes continually darting back to that corner, as if waiting for something...or someone to emerge from the darkness.

Carlos tries to shake off his nerves as he watches Evie’s figure disappear around the mildly crumbling brick of her castle. After a final pause to listen for any sounds of distress, he takes a deep breath and starts the rest of his trek to Hell Hall alone.

At least, he thinks he’s alone.

And the muted silence deludes him into believing that that’s the case...for a while, at least. It’s not until he’s just about to ascend the steps to his front door that a distinct crunch of dry leaves behind him leaves him frozen in his tracks.

“Heh. Shit.”

Carlos spins on his heel, and comes face to face with...Jay?

“Um..what’s up, short stuff?”

Carlos huffs at his words, his fists clenched as he tries his best to stare down one of the most intimidating boys at his new school. There’s no way he’s about to show fear when Jay’s right in front of his own home.

Wait, why is he at his home?

“W-what do you want?” Carlos presses, keeping his voice as steady as he can. “I-I know my house looks...big, but I don’t have-”

“Is the bitch home?”

Jay takes a slow step forward, and Carlos swallows. He’s barely a foot away now, and it feels so close. He can almost smell the sweat beading on Jay’s brow. He keeps his eyes trained down, with a blurring focus just below Jay’s chin, so as not to concentrate on the smirk he knows he’s giving him right now.

“Y-yeah. And she’ll probably beat my ass, a-and yours too, if I don’t get inside right away. I-I need to make...h-her dinner.”

Shit. That sounded so weak. Carlos dares a peek at Jay’s face, and it surprised to see the smile wiped away, and Jay chewing on his lip. He looks almost...worried.

And he surprises Carlos further by taking a generous step back, his arms raised in surrender.

“Well, wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Jay teases, and Carlos curls a sneer at his mocking tone. “Now, now, calm it down freckles. I’m not gonna get you in trouble, ok?”

Jay drops his hands into his pockets, hunching over to rock on his heels some.

“Doubt those eyes of yours would be so pretty with nasty purple bruises around ‘em. Until next time, then?”

Jay pulls out a hand to issue an awkward salute, quirking a smile as Carlos tilts his head, eyes narrowed and confused.

“Bye bye, Carlos De Vil.”

Jay turns and shuffles slowly down the path, kicking at random pieces of dirt and rocks on the way. He keeps his head down, refusing to look up or even cast a single glance behind him.

But Carlos stands unmoving, still staring at the weird thief with long, dark hair that’s tangling in the dry heat. He’s trying to make sense of what just happened, but all logic that could explain what just happened is lost on him.

Did Jay just say his eyes were pretty?

#jaylos #jay x carlos #descendants #my writing #carvie #malvie #Carlos De Vil #jay son of jafar #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #the isle of the lost

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kixa · 4 years ago

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— 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾?

Pairing: Sero x fem! Reader

Warnings: cursing? Fluff and crack

Synopsis: Sero is nervous to tell his crush he likes her

Word count: 2.4K

A/n: pls I’m so late but here’s my Valentine’s Day gift to y’all 🤧

Tagging: @honeykami

‘Sero stop starin- oh shit she’s looking over here’ Sero thought quickly redirecting his gaze to the front where Aizawa was giving a lesson. His cheeks grew a faint blush, not wanting to meet your eyes again and make things even more awkward, his eyes never left the board upfront. Sero looked down at his hands and fiddled with the little box. He gently smiled remembering what was in the box.

Sero had had a crush on you for a while. You guys were only good friends but he had thought of you as something more. He admired everything about you, your smile, your laugh, the way you looked so cute while studying, the list goes on and on. Your friends had caught on very early on but you brushed it off thinking that it might be just a joke they were playing on you. But you’d be lying if your heart didn’t flutter a little bit when you’d catch him staring at you.

Valentine’s day was coming up and there was already a whole bunch of activities that you could participate in. From candy grams to secret flower gifts (I fr don’t know what these things are called) the list went on and on. But Sero’s biggest dilemma was he wanted to confess on Valentine’s day but he didn’t know what to get you.

“Ok so guys I made her a bracelet and I got her favorite candy. Whatcha think?” Sero asked with bright eyes.

“Dude you can’t get her that, you gotta go all out like flowers, balloons, boxes of chocolates, all that good stuff,” Denki replied. Kirishima lightly punched Denki in the shoulder and moved in front of him.

“Don’t worry she’ll love what you got her. I take her as the girl who’s not into all the extravagant stuff,” Kirishima reassured. Kirishima’s words made Sero lightly smile but it hid the creeping anxiety he felt. Would you not like his gift? Would you think it was tacky and too small? Maybe you do like all that big stuff.

If confessing to you already wasn’t enough this worried him even more.

—-

When lunchtime came he passed the various tables set up for the small gifts you could buy. All of the gifts looked so nice and seemed like the perfect confession present to give someone. The commotion of the crowd was too loud he couldn’t think. What should I get her? Flowers? But I don’t know her favorite flower. Maybe I should just keep the original present?

After fretting about the whole situation and second-guessing himself he felt a little hopeless. Valentine’s day was tomorrow, and he hadn’t found any gifts worthy or unique enough for you. He sighed heavily as he plopped down on his bed. Staring at his ceiling he started to make images and moments of you from his mind. He remembered the many times you were clumsy and proceeded to laugh at yourself. He gently smiled, also thinking of the many times you guys both caught each other’s eyes but quickly looked away. Or how excited you looked when you told him stories. When he thought about it he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. He realized how special you were to him.

He got up and began to write down ideas for how he should confess to you. He actually made a checklist. Making up his mind, he called Denki and Kirishima to let them know the plan. They were totally down although Kiri kept on insisting that Sero just give you his original present. Sero brushed it off replying that he had to show you how much you meant to him and that he needed to make the whole thing big.

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Valentine’s day comes and Sero is a nervous wreck. He had spent way too long in his room getting ready for class but for him a ‘monumental step in his life’. He tried to do his hair a different way putting it in a small ponytail. He talked himself up in the mirror for maybe 7 minutes.

“Heyy I look good,” he walks past the mirror, “oh hey didn’t see you there the name’s Sero” does some poses “Looking so sexy for what? Who gon check me?” “Stiff where? Stiff where?” as he’s swinging his head back and forth. “Oh, you said I’m hot? Si estoy muy caliente,” he grins.

He snaps his head as he hears hysterical laughter from his doorway. He sees Kirishima rolling on the floor while Denki is running around like a madman cackling. Sero brightly blushes to turn his head away.

He grabs his bag, “Haha very funny now let’s go before we’re late”

“Ok but you lost me at the ‘stiff where’,” Denki cried imitating the hair-waving action.

“Please it was the ‘Si estoy muy caliente’ for me,” Kirishima said wiping a tear. Sero pushed past them, ignoring the mocking. They followed Sero out of his room to be welcomed with decorated halls and mild chatter, seemed everyone was pretty excited about today. Thatś when it hit Sero, the butterflies of nervousness and the confidence that was once present slowly started to fade. He continued walking with his head facing the floor and he didn’t realize until Denki ran up to tackle him from behind.

“Whatcha thinking about scotch tape?” Denki questioned hanging off his shoulder. Sero suddenly snapped out of his zone out.

“Huh? Oh nothing really...just Y/n and today,” He muttered.

“Don’t worry bro we got everything covered for today’s plan,” Kirishima assured.

“Yeah, Bakugou is getting the balloons and teddy bear meanwhile Jiro’s vocal cords are pitched and ready to go. Everything is under control...except I couldn’t find any roses they were all out so we’ll just have to scratch the rose petal walkway,” Denki added. Sero felt a little weight off of his shoulders but was still disappointed how a portion of his plan wasn’t going to work.

As the day went on he couldn’t concentrate in class just thinking about the preparations for everything, it had to go perfect. Then he got the text from Jiro saying she wasn’t feeling too well and she would have to opt-out for today. Panic started to settle in. ‘Damnit ok so the little serenade is out of the picture too...it’s ok it’s ok just remember what else we have...we’ll make it work’. Sero reassured himself. He texted Denki and Kiri about the news and they tried their best to spew positive comments telling him to look at the silver lining. He looked up from his phone to search for you in the classroom. There you were turned around giggling with Mina about nonsense. As if you couldn’t look any cuter.

Throughout the various periods, his nerves stayed the same but settled enough for him to work on school work. His eyes flicked back and forth between Aizawa and the chalkboard behind him taking notes. He abruptly stopped when he noticed Aizawa wasn’t talking anymore, everyone has stopped what they were doing to pay attention to the people coming through the door. There was a girl and a boy carrying roses with little notes attached to them. They separated and started to move towards certain individuals. Sero’s head snapped towards you to see if they were headed your way, but they didn’t. ‘I should’ve got her one’ he thought to himself. He stopped his thoughts when a person blocked his view from you.

“Sero Hanta right?” the guy asked. Sero raised his head and nodded. “For you,” the guy said handing him a beautiful white rose. His eyes widened confused as to what happened. Who could’ve given him this? He whipped his head around the classroom trying to spot anyone who might’ve sent this. He thought about you, could you have given him this? Nah she probably wouldn’t...unless...nah

Following the peculiar incident, the bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Sero scrambled to put his things in his bag and get out of the class in a hurry. He raced out of the classroom to meet up with Kiri and Denki.

“Ok guys we got a couple of minutes before the halls clear out, Mina is with Y/n so she’s going to keep her company,” Sero started.

“I just spoke with Bakugou and I checked with him to see if still got the balloons he told me to piss off but I’m sure he has it covered,” Kiri added.

“So we’re all good right?” Sero questioned. “Yep!” Denki answered.

---

Once they heard the chattering of you and Mina from around the corner they hurried into their places. Sero standing off to the side while Denki, Kirishima stayed hidden and Bakugou should be joining them at any minute. When Mina and you turned the corner you caught Sero’s eye and almost immediately greeted him. This day was pretty hectic as is but seeing Sero made it a little better. Mina slowed down a bit behind Y/n and looked to Sero, she gave him a grin and thumbs up.

“Hey Y/n I’m going to meet up with Momo so I’ll catch you later,” Mina said. You turned back to look at her backing away down the hall, you figured this was because she wanted you and Sero to be alone together. You lightly giggled shaking your head, “Ok see ya tomorrow Mina,”

Sero watched the whole thing nervously fidgeting with his hands until you turned back around to face him.

“So what’s up?” you asked.

“Oh yeah um..yeah I wanted to tell you something,” he said flashing his cute bright smile. He rummaged in his pocket fishing for a piece of paper. Taking the crumpled paper and unfolding it he scanned over it before taking a sigh. Sero’s big eyes flicked between the paper and you, taking a dry gulp. You thought this was all too cute you had a small hunch about what was happening but didn’t want to think too far into it.

Meanwhile, Denki and Kiri were panicking like hell. Sero was about to start his “speech” and Bakugou wasn’t here. The majority of Sero’s plan wasn’t working out the way it should’ve and he was just hoping at least Bakugou would come through. (Not calling Bakugou unreliable...but yeah..I wouldn’t count on him if this were me). The two frantically texted Bakugou multiple times and called. Finally, Kiri got a reply.

You:

Bro where are you? You’re supposed to be here

Hothead:

I told you to piss off what part of that did you not understand Shitty hair

You:

Bro…

“So he’s not coming just great,” Denki exclaimed. “I’ll text Sero,” Kirishima said.

At this point, Sero was halfway through his note when his phone buzzed but he ignored it. It buzzed again, he ignored it. Now the duo was getting desperate because they needed to tell him. They called him and it interrupted him mid-sentence. He fumbled taking his phone out of his pocket nervously laughing, excusing himself to answer his call.

“What? I know you guys can see that I’m busy right now,” Sero whispered.

“Sorry, but we wanted to let you know that Bakugou isn’t here and we have no balloons and teddy bear. We’re sorry dude,” Denki explained.

“Are you serious? Shit, what do I do now?” panicked Sero.

Kirishima was quick to answer, “What about your original present the bracelet, and her favorite candy? You still have them in your bag right?”

“I do...but do you think she’ll like it?” he said anxiously. Kirishima quickly assured him even Denki added on. Sero took a deep breath and thanked his friends then ended the call.

He walked back over to you and was welcomed with a warm smile you gave him. It made his heart melt and he almost forgot what he was doing. He cleared apologized then started to speak again.

“Where was I? Ah ok so after knowing you for as long as I’ve known you I’ve realized that you have a wonderful impact on me and the things I do. I don’t know it’s just like now I see the world a lot more colorful than before and I’m pretty sure it’s because of you. I don’t know what your feelings are towards me but I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me and not as friends. So without further ado Y/n would you be my Valentine?” he explained. At this point, you were beaming with excitement, nervousness, and fluster. After internally screaming you finally settled down.

“Yes Sero I would be more than happy to be your Valentine, I thought you’d never ask,” you answered composedly. Sero nearly jumped out of his skin in elation.

Sero hurriedly took off his backpack to get out the present, “Oh I almost forgot I have something for you” He pulled how the small box and box of candy. You took them both and audibly gasped, “Sero where do you find these? I thought they were discontinued” He shrugged chuckling a little. You opened the small box and were welcomed with a cute beaded bracelet with your hero name on there. You slipped it on, holding your hand out to admire.

“Whatcha think?” he inquired. “I love it” you grinned.

“Also was that you that gave me the flower?” Sero inquired. You slightly smirked moving past him.

“Maybe… also you did a good job at hiding the whole plan but next time don’t do all the extravagant stuff just be you be cool,” You commented walking away.

“Oh yeah will do...wait...how do you know about the plan?” Sero realized. You continued walking shrugging while giggling. He followed you yelling out to get your response. You just bust out laughing now walking a little faster down the hall. He started laughing finally letting all of the anxiety about the whole situation slip away.

See nothing to worry about :)

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Epilogue?:

Bakugou tried to move over switching to a more comfortable position while sleeping. But his eyes shot awake when he realized he couldn’t move. He was taped down to his bed and he knew immediately did this.

“DUMBASSES,” he screamed. After singeing the tape to nothingness he made his way to his door. Throwing it open damn near taking the door off. Sero, Kiri, and Denki zoomed down the hallway laughing up a storm. And I promise you Bakugou was not having it, he blasted himself down the hall trying to catch up to him.

And um...how that situation ended up is up to you...🙂

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