Crystalflies And Calla Lilies

How They Obsess Over You

Yandere Edition

Notes: Sorry, I haven't updated in a while. I haven't been feeling well lately. However, I'm working on two new Gojo stories. One will be a yandere au and one will be a soulmate au. Also, requests are back open again.

Gojo Satoru

Satoru has your position on lock. He placed a very inconspicuous tracking app on your phone, so he’ll always know whether you’re near or far. You think nothing of the way he always seems to pop up at the very same locations you are. The store, the bar, school, outside your place. Gojo constantly seems to be a presence in your life that it's more strange if you don’t see him around. He’s your savior when something obviously goes wrong in your life, like when you were almost hit by that falling tree branch or struck by that car. Naturally, you’ll agree to go on a date with him. He is your uncanny hero after all, even if he only manages to save you from accidents he causes.

Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi's barely keeping it together enough to not give himself away. Megumi loves the way you smell, loves how sweet the smell of lotion is rolling off your skin or how the lovely smell of perfume/cologne you spray on the center of chest fills the room drives him crazy on the inside to where all he can think about is burying his head in the spot you sprayed it. He’ll always find an excuse to stand close to you just to get a whiff. You think it’s a bit strange, but you keep telling yourself that Megumi is simply awkward or shy. So, you don’t question too much about how you find some of your clothes in his room. Oh, they must have gotten mixed up in the wash. Megumi scolds himself for not being more careful. He’ll lay off your clothes for a while but that doesn’t stop him from collecting the hair in your brushes to capture the last lingering scent of your shampoo.

Yuji Itadori

Itadori is more obviously obsessed with you, always chasing after you and wanting your opinion on things. He’ll do anything you say without you even having to ask. He has so many pictures of you going about your daily life. Yuji doesn’t sneak around taking your pictures by any means, but he’ll cut your image out from group pictures you take with the others or crop you in his phone so he can stare at you after hours. When that doesn’t suffice, he’ll find his way into your room, to watch you hug your pillow in your sleep, to see your pretty chest rise with your breathing, and to gently touch your cheek with the tips of his fingers. He isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. After all, this is all because he loves you, and there shouldn’t be any problem if he’s doing all this out of love, right?

Nanami Kento

Like Gojo, Nanami is always around when you need him. He always showers you with gifts that you so happen to have been talking about the day before. Do you need to go by the store for medicine? Be sure he has some already available that you can have. You’re out of gas? It’s okay. He’ll give you a ride home, always helping you along with a hand at your lower back. Nanami strives to know every little detail about you. He wants to know your favorite food, your favorite color, the style of dress and fabrics of clothes you wear, and your measurements. If you’re a woman, he’ll even figure out your monthly schedule, and naturally can help you if you have a cramp or need sanitary products. You’re not sure if he’s just very observant or what, but honestly it disturbs you.

Toji Fushiguro

A classic yandere who likes the chase. He likes to make sure you know he has his eye on you and that you’re going to be his whether you want it or not. He loves to come into your life and bring you up high and leave you on edge right until you’re about to give in. Then, he disappears and leaves you spinning before he does it all over again. But don’t you dare think you can break it off and escape him or pick up another guy in between, he’s willing to kill anyone who gets in the way of him and his favorite plaything, that includes family. He likes to brand you, leave marks on your skin so that you know that you’ll always belong to him. You look the prettiest right after succumbing to him.

Naoya Zenin

He absolutely loves to drive you mad. You wonder why the Zen’in can’t simply leave you alone, but it’s because you live rent-free in his mind 24/7. He can’t stand it, but he also can’t stop thinking about you either, so obviously he’ll have to punish you for plaguing his superior mind. He’s always invading your personal space, spouting out insults to rile you up. He’s active in cornering you in hallways just to see you squirm. He always has to have a hand on you somewhere as is his right (at least to him). He’s always talking about you, picking up his voice when you’re in earshot. He simply loves having your eyes on him even if they’re narrowed in anger. Oh, but when you’re not around, he’s always bragging about you and your body to others. About how you’re his ultimate conquest at the end of the day, and he knows you won’t be able to pretend to resist forever even though you’re very much not pretending.

Choso

You’re so kind to him without thought, he could practically cry over how accepting you are. That’s where his obsession begins. He can’t seem to get enough of your humanity. From the way you tie your shoes to what you eat. Choso tends to watch you from a distance, and he writes every detail of what you do down. “I saw y/n down in the courtyard yesterday, their form is impeccable.” He’ll even ask to finish your food after you or if he can have sips of your drinks. He’s so happy to get sustenance from something you had your lips on. You find the behavior a little strange, but you simply let him because you heard about how he hasn’t grown up with a human upbringing. You think it must be a curse-spirit thing while he thinks you literally walk on water and will protect you from anyone who comes to close to you, even your friends.

Once upon a time, in the heart of a dark and rainy night, a creature appeared at an abbey, climbing through a window to into the room where the abbess was writing notes. It was a wretched beast, not quite human but neither did it resemble any animal that the abbess could name. It was dripping wet, with scarred skin and odd patches of thin, sparse fur, long cracked claws that scraped the stone floor, and sharp teeth so haphazardly scattered that it was hard to say whether there were two rows of teeth or one.

"What do you want, creature?" the abbess asked it calmly.

"I want to become a nun", the creature said. And there was no rule in the books that the abbess could remember that would prohibit a strange beast from becoming a nun, if it so desired. So, the beast was accepted into the abbey, and it took to life in the order as naturally as a shepherd dog to herding. She was a meticulous beast, first to wake and rise at dawn, neat and tidy with all tools and tasks she was given, dutiful and devout in all things.

No nun nor novice dared to question the creature's right to be there after the first time the she demonstrated that her teeth are not merely for decoration, and then apologised to the novice who had tried. The beast even graciously offered to mend the habit she had torn. After the incident, she was never bothered again. A handful of other postulants, novices and even a few of the nuns flocked to her, knowing that the creature would not allow anybody to be mistreated in her presence.

Watching the creature wolfishly lope across the abbey courtyard, with her ill-fitting, haphazardly placed cowl flopping as she went, the abbess contemplated the strange being. Despite of her sloppy, haphazard appearance, the beast really did have great potential to become a nun. A being so gentle and friendly could have done well just about anywhere, as would anyone so devout, but what made the creature such a good fit for monastic life was her love of routine. Waking up each morning at the same time, performing the same tasks and duties at the same time, the beast was not only tireless in her work, but actively delighted in regular routines. Which was why the abbey was such a good place for her, and she would one day make an excellent nun.

She was, without a doubt, a creature of habit.

deku is a [makes his lock screen the color of your eyes / borrows your oversized hoodies because they smell like you / rubs his thumb over the side of yours when he holds your hand] kind of boyfriend and

todoroki is a [walks you home even if it's an hour out of his way / follows you around in sephora to take pictures of everything you pick up / keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet] kind of boyfriend and

bakugo is a [matches outfits and jewelry with you so people know you're dating / drives you to the grocery store and cooks food for you after he stays over / gets mad if you don't text good morning and good night] kind of boyfriend

todoroki touya isn’t a despicable man.

at least, you don’t think he is.

not as he gently holds your hand in his, applying rubbing alcohol with a cotton ball to make sure your cut doesn’t get infected — wrapping it in a bandage, making sure it isn’t too incredibly tight.

“ya gotta be more careful,” he starts, looks up at you with such tenderness you want to be drowned in all of his love. “or what will ya do when i’m not ‘round?”

“it was an accident, i’m always careful.”

“obviously not careful enough.”

you rest your head against his chest, sigh. the sound of his beating heart blends with the sound of rain and you look down at the way touya still holds onto your hand — softly, lovingly.

todoroki touya is a good lover, you think.

and not only because he bandages your hand, but because he makes you feel safe in the wee hours of the night — when there’s thunder, when you have a nightmare. because he feeds you cantaloupe on hot summer days out on your balcony, because you feel him pour his love into your heart and soul as he holds you by the waist as you shower.

you stare up at him, sheepish smile on your face. “then you’ll have to stay with me forever, huh?” you lean back again, wrap your arms around his neck.

“yeah,” he caresses your cheek with his thumb and you feel that tender love again. “i guess so.”

it’s quiet — todoroki touya doesn’t think he deserves your sweet loving, thinks he doesn’t deserve to wake up next to you every morning.

and as if you feel his silent doubts and worries, you smile, kiss him. “i love you.”

because todoroki touya deserves the universe, not the cruel world. he deserves the moon and the stars and every flower plucked by your hands (because, you think, you’d like to give every single one to him).

his breath catches in his throat. “i love you, too.”

todoroki touya isn’t a despicable man.

at least, you don’t think he is.

not when he’s handed you his heart on a silver platter and not when he treats you with such gentleness.

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Kisses in the Morning

Kamisato Ayato x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Ayato wants to kiss reader but they do it before him

What's in the web: Fluff, established relationship

A/n: I'm starting my Ayato grind. Reblogs are appreciated!

The brightness of the sun peeked through the slits of the curtain, painting the walls in a warm color. Shifting inside the blankets, Ayato begrudgingly opened his eyes, unprepared for the day. It pained him to wake up every day. Yet, that is how he had to live his life. That is when he looked over to you.

The blanket adorned your figure perfectly as you shifted ever so slightly, a light blush on your cheeks and a peaceful look on your face.

To be honest, he wanted to stay like this, asleep and forever with you. Slight tightness in his chest as he felt scared if he ever lost you. The thought of you leaving killed him. All those good memories he had with you, all those bumps in your relationship, and all those stressful times with you. It all left a smile on his face and a giddy feeling in his chest.

He was in love with you. As he lay there in silence, a thought poked at his brain. What if he woke you up with a kiss?

He smirked, picturing the embarrassed face you'll make for him. He's always adored the blushing mess you were after his teasing, yet he couldn't do it. Even after leaning into you -leaving centimeters of space- he grew embarrassed.

He wasn't one to do such cliche and overly-romantic things so, of course, this would embarrass him. At least, this is what he thinks is cliche. He leans in once more, only to hesitate. A million thoughts ran through his head. What if you woke up and saw him? What if you rejected the kiss? What if you didn't wake up?

Suddenly, watching as your eyes opened and stared at him. A sigh left your lips, almost a disappointed one.

"Well, if you won't do it, I will."

Soft lips captured him as you leaned into him. A light blush was present on his face as you pulled away from him. His face filled with shock as you got up from the futon.

"I'll go help Thoma with breakfast; prepare yourself as you have a meeting in an hour." You started as you walked out of your shared room, leaving the man in a shocked yet drunken state. He sat up and stared at the door as a small smile grew onto his lips.

"You're too much, (Y/n)."

HOME | MITSUYA T.

warnings: none. some fluffy domestic family shit. kinda suggestive at the end but literally just a bit.

wc: 1280

note: kinda half assed and i didnt proofread anymore. i only wrote this because i wanted to distract myself lol. my dumbass accidentally deleted the first one earlier so yeah.

the door of mitsuya's home office slowly creaks open, and you walk inside bringing a tray full of snacks. mitsuya puts his pencil down and gestures to you to come closer.

"takashi, why don't you rest first?" you suggest, placing the tray on the small table beside him. "i brought you snacks so rest."

"i have to finish these." index finger pointing at the pile of papers on his desk, he answers you. "but i promise i will eat."

"why are you so eager to finish this collection so early anyway?" mitsuya doesn't answer, only pulls you by your waist to make you sit on his lap.

you remember, mitsuya started to work on this collection a few months ago. much to your dismay, he barely gets any sleep because of it. compared to his previous collections, he works so much harder on this one. he doesn't even tell you what's it for, nor allows you take a peek on his sketches.

well, except today.

"children clothes? you're making a kid's collection?" you ask as you skim through his sketches one by one. the designs seem a bit too familiar to you.

“yeah. do they look good?”

nodding your head, you show him a sketch of one of the dresses. “this is familiar though. i think i have seen it somewhere.”

“you’ve never seen that, but you surely have heard someone describing that.”

one more time, you spread all the sketches on his desk. then, it dawns on you. all of these designs are exactly what your twins told mitsuya when he asked them what kind of clothes do they wish to wear someday. from the colors to the smallest details, mitsuya followed every single thing.

"their fifth birthday is coming up," mitsuya reaches for his pencil but you stop his hand. "i wanted to give them something special."

"you could've asked for my help, takashi, you know?" you remind him, organizing the mess on his desk.

mitsuya nuzzles his face on your neck, his hold on your waist getting tighter. he mumbles something like "i know but i'm fine." before leaving an assuring kiss on your jaw. your eye catches the small framed portrait of your little family placed on mitsuya's desk, and you let a smile grace your lips.

your children were only two on the photo and in a month, they're already turning five. oh, how fast time flies. people around you say that both of them are the perfect mix of you and mitsuya, but they both have mitsuya's lilac eyes you love so much; and you're glad that they do.

in terms of personality, taisuke definitely takes after his father. he's a gentle and obedient kid, always taking care of his twin sister when you and mitsuya are busy. kaemi, on the other hand, is on the mischievous side. she's loud and her twin brother's headache, but she's sweet and possesses a big heart.

the both of you hear loud footsteps coming up the stairs and then followed soon by his door being slammed open. you can feel mitsuya shake his head behind you, but you’re certain he’s smiling. kaemi and taisuke like barging inside their father’s home office, and mitsuya never chases them out. he lets them play and stay, and he listens to all their stories attentively. in one condition, they’re not allowed to touch anything without his permission. mitsuya only waits for them to get bored and leave on their own will instead of telling them to.

“mommy! daddy! we’re home!” kaemi announces.

mitsuya covers his sketches first before he spins the chair around to face your children. “welcome home. had fun playing outside?”

“kaemi has a wound on her knee,” taisuke confesses, and kaemi only stands there. half of her body is hidden behind her brother while shielding her right knee using her little hand.

“taisuke, you pinky promised not to tell!”

“but! but that’s a big wound!” taisuke retorts. “and i don’t know how to clean wounds!”

mitsuya gently shushes them, his hands motioning them to go to where the both of you are. kaemi’s hesitant, afraid that she would get scolded by you and mitsuya, so they remain unmoving.

“we just want to see your wound. no one’s angry, i promise,” you tell them, opening your arms wide for a hug, making the two of them immediately run to you.

“we want to sit on daddy’s lap, too!”

“mhm ‘kay. i’ll stand up first. if we all sit on him, he will get hurt.” you were about to stand up, but mitsuya holds you down. “takashi!”

“it’s fine. go on, climb on mommy’s lap.”

and so they do. now, there are three people on top of him. mitsuya rests his chin on your shoulder, and his arms are wrapped around the three of you. the twins are talking about a lot of things, and the both of you only pay attention to them ramble until you realize that it’s getting late, and you have to prepare dinner already.

“let’s leave now. daddy needs to finish his work,” you pat their shoulders, signaling them to go down. “you want to help mommy make dinner?”

“mommy, we need to clean kaemi’s wound first!”

“taisuke’s right. that’s my buddy,” mitsuya ruffles his son’s hair, earning a cute ‘hehe’ from the boy. and then, mitsuya teases you. “how can you forget that, mommy?!”

“i did not! of course i’ll clean her wound first.” kaemi holds your hand and sensing her nervousness, you softly squeeze hers. for someone who usually gets a wound because of her own behavior, kaemi really hates alcohol.

“give me a kiss first before you leave,” mitsuya says as he leans forward. the twins obliged and kissed both sides of his cheeks.

“mommy, we will go down first!”

“alright, alright. i’ll follow behind. don’t run!”

“where do you think you’re going?” mitsuya holds your wrist to stop you from taking another step forward.

“downstairs?”

“i said give me a kiss before you leave, right?” mitsuya playfully narrows his eyes at you, still refusing to let you go.

“oh. i thought you only meant kaemi and taisuke.” playing innocent, you laugh at your husband’s reaction.

“i love their kisses, but i love yours more.” you’re already settled between mitsuya’s thighs, and he’s looking up while hugging you. “now, kiss me.”

“fine fine,” you place both of your hands on the side of his face, planting a quick kiss on his lips; but mitsuya has other ideas, he pushes you closer to him and skillfully pries your lips open with his tongue. his other hand now travelling under your dress. surprised at the action, your hands instinctively moved to his hair and pulled the strands, and you swear you heard him groan.

suddenly, a noise made yours and mitsuya’s eyes shot open. it sounded like a plate shattering.

“mommy, we broke a plate. we’re sorry!” kaemi shouts loudly, and you hear taisuke saying ‘what do you mean ‘we’? it was only you!’. both you and mitsuya could only sigh and laugh.

“i have to go. they might get hurt because of the shards.” before removing his arm around you, you gave him one more kiss. “we’ll call for you later, okay?”

“alright. make sure no one gets hurt while you’re in the kitchen.”

mitsuya goes back to his desk as soon as the door closed. it suddenly hit him that kaemi and taisuke are growing. they’re the same age, and he’s afraid that you would slowly lose both of them at the same time. he stares at your family portrait, and he thinks that maybe, having another one isn’t a bad idea.

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Genshin Boys When They Accidently Walk In on You Changing

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao x gn!Reader

Genre: Bulleted headcanons, fluff, humorous, traces of hurt/comfort in Xiao’s

Warnings: Some suggestive content, implications of nudity but nothing explicit

A/N: This happens early in your relationship before the two of you have been intimate

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Being Best Friends with Them

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Includes: Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Xiangling, Zhongli, Hu Tao, 

❧ Warnings: food mentions (Xiangling)

❧ A/N: I love a little bit of platonic love every know and again

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Kaeya is always sweet with you. He does not tolerate anyone talking bad about you or making rude comments. He’ll punch someone straight in the mouth if he hears them talking bad about you. He loves to spend is evenings talking with you over a drink at Angel’s Share. He does tease you a lot - all in good fun, of course. He just likes seeing how worked up you can get.

Sometimes you can’t quite tell if you and Albedo are friends but rest assured, you are in his eyes. There’s always an open invitation for you to visit him while he’s in Dragonspire; he actually enjoys when you come to visit. He enjoys your company even if you aren’t working on the same thing. He cares about your opinion on everything he works on and will ask you for it often. 

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depollute me, pretty baby—eijirou kirishima.

concept: eijirou comforts his significant others in their moment of insecurity [based on leith ross’ we’ll never have sex demo].

pairing: pro-hero!eijirou kirishima x afab!black!reader.

word count: 1.2k

warning: body image issues, insecurity, suggestive?, [non-sexual] body worship, praise, caressing, NO SMUT.

clo said—honestly, i’m having less than satisfactory thoughts about myself and wrote about my feelings and what i need. this isn’t meant to glorify any kind of negative body image or eating disorder, i truly just wrote about something i could relate to. i understand that this could be extremely triggering so don’t feel pressured to read this. i hope none of you have gone through this and if you have, i hope you know that i’m here for you. happy reading.

depollute me, pretty baby

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream

y/n sat on the floor of their bathroom as they stared at their body in the mirror, a few stray tears escaping their eyes. it was a bad habit of theirs to check their body and make mental notes on the areas that they could lose weight in. they sometimes even went as far as to plan how they would lose said weight, only for them to forget within the span of three days. they only did this when they knew eijirou would be gone for a while, fearing what he would say if he saw them like this. he was big on positivity and it’d kill him if he saw his significant other sitting on the floor, having less than positive thoughts about themselves.

‘another twelve pounds. what happened to wanting to lose weight, y/n?’ they thought to themselves.

y/n was so caught up in their thoughts that they didn’t hear the front door open and they didn’t hear when he called out for them twice. that’s how kirishima found them staring off into the mirror with a wet face and frown, quickly putting two and two together. he stepped behind y/n, snapping them out of their thoughts when they saw his figure in the mirror. they grabbed his their discarded shirt and quickly pulled it on before turning to look at him.

“i thought you’d be home late,” y/n said, embarrassed as they stood up and walked to the sink, hoping to wash their tear stricken face. before they could reach the porcelain appliance, eijirou pulled them towards him.

“i’m glad i came home early. otherwise, you would’ve been left completely alone with your thoughts. i’m sorry i wasn’t here,” kirishima mumbled, disappointed in himself for not noticing how you felt.

“it’s not your fault, eiji. i didn’t want you to worry,” they mumbled into the crook of his neck as they felt fresh tears pool in their eyes. this is exactly what they didn’t want. kirishima had his own bad habit of blaming himself for things that he couldn’t control. y/n didn’t want to add additional stress on top of his hero duties and figured that this was something that they could handle on their own. this isn’t how they wanted him to find out if he ever did.

“are you hungry? i bought us dinner on my way home from the agency. i noticed that you didn’t write anything on the calendar about dinner for today and figured i could bring something home,” he asked as he pulled back enough to see his lover’s face. he noticed the new tears and brushed them away only for more to come. “it’s alright, love. let it out. i’m here for you.”

“i’m so sorry,” y/n sniffled as they cried harder. kirishima rubbed their back as he led them back into the bedroom.

oh, you kissed me

just to kiss me

not to take me home

he carefully laid them down on the bed before laying next to them, wrapping his arms around their frame as they faced each other. he held them tightly and let a few of his own tears fall at the sight of his distressed lover. his brightness was so dim as he held them in his arms.

“talk to me, doll. i’d like to help you if you’d let me,” he whispered. y/n looked at his face before letting a few more tears fall.

“i just… i don’t feel beautiful, eiji. i know that you call me beautiful or gorgeous, but i can’t bring myself to feel that way. i feel like i embarrass you when we’re seen in public. i’m not slim like those pro-heroines and i’m definitely not as beautiful. i gained twelve pounds whilst on a diet. i love my complexion, but the beauty standards here insult it. i try so hard… just to not receive good results. i just want to feel pretty, eiji. i want to feel pretty so bad,” y/n sobbed as they confessed their worries to him.

eijirou was lost for words. he never imagined that his usually upbeat significant other felt like this. he never would’ve suspected them being insecure or body conscious because he knew they were beautiful. his friends and co-workers even recognized y/n as gorgeous externally, so their doubts were surprising.

“can you look at me, darling?” he asked softly. he didn’t want to force them to do anything. he was elated when y/n met his gaze. “you’re absolutely beautiful. inside and out. i didn’t know you felt like this because in my eyes, and many others, you’re stunning. i know my words aren’t enough to soothe your worries, but i meant it when i said you are the most attractive person i’ve ever laid my eyes on. ‘m not just saying that because i’m your man, but because it’s true. there aren't enough words to express how beautiful you are.”

there was a short silence between the two before kirishima leaned in and kissed y/n’s lips. “please let me show you how beautiful you are,” he requested, planting soft but meaningful kisses on their face.

if i said you could never touch me

you’d come over and say i looked lovely.

“i don’t wanna have sex tonight,” y/n said, hesitating in case they disappointed him.

“sex isn’t on my mind tonight. i just want to worship you like you deserve. if you don’t want me to, i won’t and i’ll just hold you,” he tightened his hold to show y/n that it was truly up to them and that they were in control.

“go ahead. i’d like it if you helped me.”

at their approval, kirishima re-situated himself between their legs before pushing their shirt up above their chest. he looked up y/n to receive their consent once more before placing a few kisses on their collarbone. he moved slowly, traveling to their sternum and down further to the pudge on their stomach. y/n hummed at the feeling of his hands running over their body.

“i wish you knew how beautiful you are. if you need my help in any way, please come to me. you can always lean on me, love. it hurt to see you closed off in the bathroom, judging your gorgeous body,” as he whispered, he left longer kisses on a more intimate place of their body. he hoped that through his actions, he would be able to convey his feelings.

he ran his hands over their plush thighs, massaging them slightly as he looked down at the beautiful human being under him. his motions soothed their body and some of their insecurities, showing them how beautiful they truly were. washing their sorrows away when he left those lingering kisses.

he ceased his motions when he reached their face once more. he maintained eye contact until y/n closed their eyes with a small smile. he pressed barely there kisses along their cheek bones and on their forehead. he took their face between his large hands and kisses their soft lips with enough emotion to bring them to tears.

“thank you, eiji,” y/n said, wrapping their arms around him, cuddling deeper into him.

“of course, doll.”

it was simple

you are sweetness

let’s just sit a while.

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