it's not her birthday but whatever

Birthday

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday, and this is Bucky’s late gift to you. (No plot, just smut)

Warnings: smut. Unprotected sex(Wrap it before you tap it) daddy and kitten kinks, sergeant kink, ties and such

A/N: Happy birthday to my babe, @jamesbarnesblog! This one is for you, bb.


Bucky backed you up against the door of his quarters, smashing his lips against yours as his hands roamed your body, your hands playing with his white collar and tie in a hot and heavy kiss. “Easy, Sergeant.”

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MASTERLIST

This will be updated accordingly. If you would like to make a request, just shoot me an ask or a message. Also, if you would like to be added to any tag list regarding any character, just let me know and I’ll add you. (: Most of what i write is smut, but there is some fluff and through time there may be some angst added. I write about any character that’s requested or whatever i’m inspired to write, so just find whoever interest you and request anyone you want to read about. Happy reading! (Constructive, yet polite criticism is always appreciated.)

{One Shots}

Jealousy At Its Finest
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Summary: Reader goes to a bar with Cas, Sam, and Dean for her birthday and makes Cas jealous by flirting with a strange man at the bar.
Warnings: Smut, an argument, unprotected sex, some fluff(kinda???), language


Cheater, Cheater
Pairing: AU Husband!Cas x Reader
Summary: Castiel has been a very bad husband as of late and proves his remorse to you.
Warnings: SMUT, argument, language, unprotected sex


Four Years Since
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Dean and the reader meet up after not seeing for four years and she does the unexpected.
Warnings: None really.


Mr. Novak’s Office
Pairing: AU Boss!Castiel x Reader
Summary: You and Mr. Novak have a somewhat… interesting work relationship.
Warnings: S M U T, office sex, slightly dom!Cas, dirty talk, language


Devil in Details
Pairing: Lucifer!Cas x Reader
Summary: While in Castiel’s body, Lucifer proposes an offer to you that you can’t refuse, no matter how badly you want to.
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, language, all that jazz.


Suits and Showers
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: There’s just something about seeing Dean in a suit that gets you riled up.
Warnings: slight smut.

Proposal
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Summary: Castiel admits his true feelings for the reader.
Warnings: it’s so fluffy, you could puke. i guess there’s angst, but not really.

Mind Reader
Pairing: Castiel x Reader, sort of Crowley x Reader
Summary: After reading Crowley’s thoughts about you, Castiel’s possessive side boils to the surface.
Warnings: smut, language. I think that’s it.

Three Days
Pairing: Sam x Reader, platonic Dean x Reader
Summary: Reader complicates her life by sleeping with Sam and faces a choice in the end. Summary makes it sound awful, you really just have to read.
Warnings: There’s an argument and fluff, that’s about it.

Don’t Go
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Bobby’s daughter (reader) patches Dean up after a hunt. Set in S5.
Warnings: angst, slight fluff

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{Series}


Torture
Pairing: Castiel x reader
Summary: Castiel tortured the reader almost to death and when she finally recovers, she tracks him down and decides to settle the score. This will be a multiple part story, with lots of angst and violence and eventual smut.
Warnings: blood, angst, torture, violence, Cas is kind of a prick, language, eventual smut
Status: On going

Torture Pt. One
Torture Pt. Two
Torture Pt. Three
Torture Pt. Four
Torture Pt. Five
Torture Pt. Six

AU where whatever happened to the Chilton parents happened real early and Kane was like “I can tabula rasa the kid into whatever I want” and Julie could really use a responsible, model-Deluxian older brother to calm her rebellious ass down so…….

Julie and Mike are adopted siblings, is what I’m saying

Also bowlcut mike

When Arizona’s iPad started ringing absurdly early on the morning of November 5th, she knew it could only be one person, her absolute favourite person in the world.

Pushing herself up in bed, she ran a hand through her tousled hair and grabbed the tablet from the nightstand, flipping it open with a smile as she waited for the screen to fill with her daughter’s adorable face. And it did, a second later, but there was also someone in the picture that Arizona didn’t expect to see at all.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!”

Sofia bubbled over with excitement the moment Facetime made its connection, and she launched into an exuberant chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ as Arizona looked on with a soft laugh and a delighted grin. She still wasn’t a fan of her birthday – still didn’t need a fuss to be made every year – but ever since her daughter was old enough to know what birthdays were, she’d happily accepted whatever surprises and gifts the little girl liked to plan.

“Happy birthday, Arizona.”

Callie’s warm voice spoke after the singing was over, smiling through the screen from where she sat behind their daughter, nestled around her as they sat on the little girl’s bed.

“Aw, thanks, you two…” Arizona couldn’t help but smile, genuinely touched, “you’re so good at the birthday song, Sof! What a perfect way to wake up!”

“Did we wake you up?”

Sofia pulled the iPad closer, dark eyes peering at her mother in Seattle, and Arizona just leaned back against the head of her bed, fixing the strap on her tank top with a soft laugh.

“Yeah, but you’re my favourite way to wake up, sweetie.”

“Are you working today?”

Callie peered over Sofia’s head, resting her chin lightly on dark hair, and Arizona shook her head, noticing that something seemed…different about her ex-wife this morning. Lighter, almost.

“No. I’m off today and tomorrow…although I’ll probably go in at some point today. I have a few patients to check up on.”

Sofia looked like she was about to explode with barely-contained excitement, and she bounced a little, turning to whisper something to the other woman. Arizona watched as Callie just nodded, a smile tugging at her own lips, and a moment later Sofia turned back to the screen, her eyes positively alight with a very familiar look.

“Stay home, mommy! We’re coming to visit!”

She giggled adorably, the happiness radiating off her small body even from thousands of miles away. Arizona could only blink in surprise, completely taken aback – she wasn’t scheduled to see her daughter again for another three weeks.

“What?”

“We’re coming to visit! Happy birthday!”

Callie smiled behind her, an almost identical set of brown eyes happily looking her way. Arizona simply met her gaze head-on, and the instant pull between them was palpable – if only for the briefest moment as the reality of her daughter’s words sunk in.

“Wait – we?”

Callie wrapped her arms around the little girl, biting her lip before she smiled tentatively again – in a way that was so familiar it almost hurt.

“If that’s okay…I thought I’d visit too.”

Their eyes met over Sofia’s head again, and a silent communication passed between them before the dark-haired woman spoke softly.

“I’ve missed you.”

Arizona’s response was immediate, her eyes softening a little as she nodded. They’d seen each other briefly whenever she went to visit Sofia, but it was never enough.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Our airplane leaves in THREE HOURS!”

Sofia practically lit up with excitement again, interrupting before another word could be spoken.

“I can’t wait to see you, mommy! We have gifts, and mama says we’re gonna get donuts! It’s gonna be a party with just us!”

Whatever had passed between the two women was momentarily gone, but all Arizona could do was grin happily – her heart filled with joy at the knowledge that she would soon be seeing her little girl. And the knowledge that she would be seeing Callie too? – that was a feeling she wasn’t quite sure she knew how to explain.

“I can’t wait, baby. This is going to be the best birthday ever.”

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Happy birthday, Seán! 

 Today is YOUR day! I hope you’re having an awesome birthday :D We love you with all our might! ^w^
 

 (I actually felt bad putting more people other than Jack because It’s HIS day, but whatever, I struggled too much making this one ;_;)

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“There was one birthday… you asked me what I wanted,” he reminded her, pressing his face to her shoulder. “and I said: I want to be happy, and I am so, so happy, Mom.”

so i made a little edit and wrote a meaningless little fic for the birthday boy. can’t believe he’s 23. happy birthday, percy!


“Look at you,” Mom said, smoothing at his shirt and straightening his snapback even if they both knew he’d turn it back around again by the end of the day. 

Percy grinned at her, feeling like a little kid again under her gaze, even if it’d been years. 

“Look at you,” he said, fishing his keys out of his pocket. “You look great, Mom.”

And she did, in a dark blue dress the same color as Percy’s patterned top, her best accessory the bright smile on her face.

They linked arms as they walked down the short two flights of stairs to the lobby, the elevator having broken a day earlier. Neither of them minded, catching up happily even though Percy texted her almost every day. 

“Where are we going?” she asked. “And where’s Annabeth?”

Percy hummed. “She’s gonna meet up with us later. And it’s a surprise.” 

“So just us two?”

He smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Just like the old times.”

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End of the Day | l.h

a/n: Here’s a thing I got the idea for listening to End of the Day by 1D. once I committed to actually finishing this I started hating it, so hopefully you guys don’t feel the same. Also it’s late now but I’d still like to ~dedicate it to @16lukes​ in honour of her birthday yesterday :-)
wc: 1950

If Luke had a dollar for every time the words ‘I’m in love with you’ had almost dripped right from his lips against your ear, he’d have enough money to buy you the world. Typical of him, the moments he felt each word bouncing on his tongue as if begging to be let out were often clouded by the consumption of too much beer.

He’d never lost control of his syllables before – not so much that you thought them more than the mumblings of your drunken best friend. Declarations of love that spilled into your ear over the phone when you were oceans apart; sentiments repeated as you pushed him into the spare bed of your parents home begging him to tell you in the morning when he wouldn’t be waking the entire house.

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anonymous asked:

For your DwtF au, what sort of birthday parties would Shiro throw for his daughter? And how would Ichigo + Grimmjow treat her? I imagine that Shiro spoils her rotten, but am concerned about Grimmjow. XD

Welp. In a similar ask a while ago, I decided that Shiro totally misses his daughter’s first birthday. Not as in he forgot about his kid, but as in, two days after her actual birthday he’s just like “What’s today’s dat– OH FUCK.” because he was taking care of business and had a lot on his plate and there’s just a lot of activity that he oversees. And Ichigo basically has to talk him down and tell him how his daughter isn’t even going to remember this and it’s not a big deal and from then on, every birthday after that is basically its own holiday, with an over the top celebration and gifts and almost whatever Hana wants.

Shiro absolutely spoils her rotten, but not like one of those annoying, dramatic child/parent dynamics that you see in public where the kid cries and yells and the parent cows and just hands over whatever it is that the kid wants. He spoilers her beyond belief, but he’s very strict about the few rules he’s laid out for her. Most of them are there for her safety and between the way Shiro is and growing up surrounded by people who respect and listen to her father, she ends up being a very well mannered little girl. (Until it turns time to throw a tantrum. She definitely got her temper from her daddy, but she knows it doesn’t work against him. She’s a smart cookie.)

As for Grimmjow and Ichigo; they’re as much family to her as they are to Shiro. Ichigo is actually named her godfather on her birth certificate/Shiro’s will, in case anything ever happens to her father, while Grimmjow has taken the role of favorite uncle. (She refers to them both as ‘uncle’ but tends to add it to Grimmjow’s name more often than to Ichigo’s.) Ichigo more openly dotes on her, but Grimmjow is no less guilty of spoiling her. He’s just more quiet and less cutesy about it. Where the others tend to baby her a little, he talks to her like she’s an adult. He’s also the ‘cool uncle’ because, say if daddy tells her something she doesn’t like, she knows Ichigo will agree with her father, but sometimes uncle Grimmjow will side with her. She hasn’t really figured it out, but Grimmjow only sides with her if it’s not a really serious thing and usually Shiro knows about it. Like if daddy says no more candy, Grimmjow’s the one to sneak her a something sweet with a wink and tell her that if Shiro finds out, he’s not taking the fall for her. To which she whispers back that she’s not a snitch. Meanwhile Shiro’s sitting on the opposite side of the room, shaking his head and pretending like he doesn’t see what’s going on. 

At the same time, Grimmjow’s the arguably more aggressively protective of her (Out of he and Ichigo, not counting Shiro.) If someone were to be mean to her or, god forbid, make her cry, Ichigo’s going to be busy telling them off while Grimmjow forgoes a warning and breaks their face. (In comparison to Shiro, who would proceed to pull out every single one of the culprit’s teeth and make them swallow them one by one, because he’s sadistic and a little fucked up like that)

dorrcha  asked:

"--Oi," you grumbled. "I t'ink t'is 'oliday is stupid, but 'ere." You handed the senshi a small box. Inside was a ribbon. "'appy Valentine's Day, lass."

       ‘Do you jus’ come over when I’m not here?’

An appropriate question to ask, considering you didn’t bother going to school today, so you weren’t expecting any visitors. A hand reached up to push your hair out of her eyes as it was out of its usual ponytail.

Lazing around or eating whatever leftovers you had cooked possibly, but you went to ask regardless–but stopped short when he handed you a small box? It left you a bit confused to the gift. 

‘He got me something?’

It made you a little nervous to what it was. You more than enjoyed the gift he got for you for your birthday, which you liked to wear. Ah, why was he giving you something  today like this? Unfortunately, you lacked the backbone to not accept gifts. Fingers resting along the edge of the box as you held it–a bit hesitant to open it.

‘….you, didn’t have to get me anything…
         Or even come over this way to do it.’

Eyes closed as you held the box as a light smile finally came with the gift held to your chest in a rather sentimental manner.

‘…thank you, Blitz.

     Really.’

Girl Meets World Fanfiction

Title: How Dare You Make Me Suffer Through This Pain

Summary: Just read and you’ll find out ;)

Pairing: Rilaya

They were 18 years old.

Well, Maya was, Riley wouldn’t be 18 for another week.

Her birthday was coming up soon and she was trying to persuade her girlfriend to let her get the one thing she really wanted for the special occasion.

“Riley, I said no.” 

“What happened to ‘whatever you want’?” Riley questioned, raising her brows at the blonde.

“Yeah, well, that was before you wanted this.” 

“But it’ll be fun, we’ll get to pick them out and make them special and cute and it’ll look great, come on, please?” The brunette pouted her lip, holding on to Maya’s right hand with both of her own.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Maya shrugged, trying not to give in to that adorable pout.

“And I think it is.” Riley remarked, furrowing her brows together, “I’m turning 18 tomorrow, the big one, eight, and this is all I want.”

“Riles,” Maya began to argue, turning to look at the girl and freezing up when she saw her big puppy dog eyes, “…Oh come on, that’s not fair, you know I always give in to puppy dog eyes.”

“Yeah, well I had to pull them out, I really, really want this.” She began to fiddle with Maya’s dainty fingers.

The blonde sighed, “Since when do you even like this kinda stuff?”

Riley rose a brow at her, “Since when do you not like this kinda stuff?”

Rolling her eyes, Maya responded, “You know I got one back in July and it hurt a lot.”

“Yeah, I do know, but this time is different. I’m gonna be right there next to you, holding your hand and it’s gonna be fine.” 

They both paused as Maya squinted her eyes at the brunette, pondering on the idea.

She looked as if she wasn’t so sure and so Riley lifted her small hand up to her lips, “Please?” She pressed a kiss to her soft skin, “For me?”

A tiny, adorable smile broke out onto Maya’s face before she held Riley’s chin in her free hand, pecking her lips lightly.

“YAAAAAAAAY.” Riley giggled, knowing what that kiss meant. She began bouncing in her seat as Maya just laughed at how cute her girlfriend is.

The two spent the rest of their night discussing it, with Maya calling in and making an appointment and Riley working on a design, which she would not under any circumstances, let Maya take a look at. 

The following week was spent going to the place to check it out, asking the employees how long it would take, how much it would cost (though Maya wouldn’t let Riley find out the price cause she wanted to be the one to do this for her) and making sure everything was set for Riley’s special day. 

December 8th

They had found themselves standing out on the sidewalk, in the darker part of town, closer to where Maya lived, their hands linked and a large grin playing on Riley’s face, as Maya had a look of pure angst on her own.

It was 8pm and the party was still going on back at the Matthews apartment, but the birthday girl insisted that she and Maya leave early because she wanted to be back home by ten, no later than 10:30

She may be a legal adult but she still didn’t like being out that late.

The guy had already told them that each one probably wouldn’t even take more than an hour, so they were ready.

Well, Riley was ready. Maya was pretty much hating everything about this, apart from the fact that it made Riley happy.

“Riles, you sure about this?” Maya bit down on her lip, her palm sweaty against Riley’s.

“Positive.” Riley nodded, that very same grin still on her face.

Maya gulped, “Alrighty then.” Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, entering the tattoo parlor with Riley right beside her.

—Time Skip—

Riley had gone first. She said that there was a slight sting, but it wasn’t as bad as she had pictured it. It was actually kind of exhilarating, actually. 

Of course, she wouldn’t let Maya in with her when she was getting hers done, she didn’t want the blonde find out what it was, and was actually very shocked when Maya trusted her enough to let her design a tattoo that she wouldn’t even get to approve.

Lucky for her, it’s actually pretty great. Matching tattoos, designed by Riley, customized just for them.

Since Riley was in there getting her tattoo done, Maya sat in the small waiting area, nerve-wracked and just an utter mess.

She was sitting on her hands to keep them from shaking, but that didn’t stop her heart from beating right out of her chest.

“Why did I let Riley talk me into this?” She whispered aloud to herself.

And out walked the brunette, her lips curved into the biggest and happiest of smiles.

“That’s why.” Maya’s lips curved into a soft smile after seeing her giddy girlfriend.

“Ready, Peaches?” 

“Not so much…” Maya nervously set her hand on the back of neck, feeling her breathing quicken once more.

“It barely even hurts.” She assured her.

“Oh yeah?” Maya rose a brow, pulling up the collar of her shirt down a little, to present her collarbone, which had two small peaches inked under it, “Tell that to this.”

That’s the tattoo she had gotten during the summer. It was a little representation of Riley because of the nickname she had given her. That tattoo hurt more than the time she fell off of her skateboard at Farkle’s eighth birthday party, and let me tell you, that hurt a great amount.

“This is smaller, plus you got that on your collarbone and that’s a very sensitive spot and it was your first tattoo, of course it’ll hurt.” Riley reasoned, “Besides, I’ll be right there beside you, holding your hand.” She extended her left hand out, waiting for Maya to take hold of it.

Riley had gotten her tattoo on the wrist of her right hand (Maya was getting hers on her left), but the tattoo artist had covered it up so it wouldn’t get infected, which also helped her hide the design from Maya. Killing two birds with one stone, eh?

“Okay.” Maya nodded, trying to reassure herself that it was all okay, before taking Riley’s hand and walking over to the tattoo artist who was patiently waiting for them, a smile on his face.

“You tell her what it is?” He smirked at Riley.

“Nope.” She beamed, both of them following the blonde in.

As Maya sat there, her eyes shut tight and her right hand in Riley’s, her grip unbearably tight, while the artist began to work on her wrist.

Riley wasn’t even flinching as her girlfriend squeezed her hand with all that she had in her; the girl may look like a cinnamon roll, but she was actually incredibly strong. Who’s got the strength of a horse now, Friar?

“It barely hurts, my butt.” Maya mumbled, her jaw clenched in discomfort.

“Maya,” Riley laughed, “He hasn’t even started yet.” 

Maya opened up her eyes, looking at her girl before turning to face the guy, the needle in his hand and an amused grin on his face.

“Oh.” 

“Relax, Maya.” Riley said, smiling at the blonde as she stroked her thumb across the back of her hand.

Maya took another deep breath, her billionth one that day. “Alright. Okay. I think I can do this.” 

“Great.” The guy grinned, bringing the needle only slightly closer to Maya’s skin, watching as she shut her eyes once more, still slightly worried.

—Time Skip—

“Okay, that actually wasn’t so bad.” Maya whispered, feeling the needle leave her skin, a wash cloth being gently dabbed against her wrist instead.

“See, I told you.” Riley said, “Wanna take a look?” She laughed, noticing that the blonde’s eyes were still shut.

She slowly opened up her eyes, looking down at her wrist, a smile breaking out onto her face.

“Does your’s say-”

“Yup.” Riley grinned, getting a giggle out of Maya.

“I love it.”

“I knew you would.” 

“I’m glad you two enjoyed my work,” The tattoo artist smiled, “You’re really cute together, by the way. Now remember to keep these clothes on for at least 45 minutes.”

After Maya paid, making sure Riley didn’t hear, the two walked out.

She had gotten a job at Topanga’s a year and a half ago, helping out and all, and had started saving up money for Riley’s birthday gift about two months ago, so when the brunette told her, merely a week ago, that all she really wanted was for them to get matching tattoos (now that the brunette was old enough to get one) Maya knew she had to be the one to pay for it.

They were walking home together, big happy smiles across their faces, their hands linked. They had some time to spare so Riley agreed to let them wonder around, alone together, just for a little longer.

Once they reached the Matthews’ apartment, they found Cory, Topanga and Auggie cleaning up after the party.

“So?” Topanga grinned, picking up a plastic plate and some cups and shoving them into the big garbage bag Cory was holding up.

“How’d it go?” Cory wondered.

The two girls stepped over to the three, unwrapping their tattoos to present, still as smiley as earlier.

Cory rose a brow in confusion, along with his son and wife.

“I don’t get it…” Auggie mumbled.

“Yea, me neither.” Topanga commented, looking up at them both.

“What’s it mean?” Cory asked, “Shouldn’t it say cheese?”

“Nope.” Maya told them, before pulling her girl with her into her room.

It didn’t matter if no one else got it, they knew exactly what it meant.

All in all, Riley thinks this was the best possible way to celebrate her day.

Very fluffy Bumblebees

Blake has a bit of a sweet tooth. Its not huge like say, Nora, but she still has one. She likes sweet things and enjoys them very much. She keeps it a bit of a secret from her teammates but of course, Yang finds out.

So being the awesome cook she is, Yang likes to make sweets for Blake. Usually she actually just buys her them but on special occasions like Valentines Day, Christmas and Hanukkah, her birthday, etc she will go all out and cook whatever she can. Blake loves the sweets that Yang makes but each time Yang always says something along the lines of 

‘Here’s one more sweet.’ 

And kisses Blake.

Bonus!

The first time Yang gave her sweets, she asks Blake what is her favorite (so, yes so she can make it more). Besides Yang’s kisses, Blake tells Yang what her favorite is before turning to Yang and asking her what her favorite is. Yang simply replies 

‘You.’

Happiness Can Come In A Box

Fic Request: so it’s Valentines day or aniversary or, smth and Stiles gives Lydia a box as big as her birthday present from him other day. Lydia is like ‘No Stiles not again’ and he’s like ‘This time its different, open it’…*

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Established Relationship

Author: phangarbageprincess

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But WE care, Malcolm! We really do!  Because it’s Peter’s birthday!

Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday, Peter!

And while I sincerely doubt anyone would send Peter a cake inscribed (infrosted?) with Malcolm’s particular endearment 

I’m sure he would generously (and very carefully from the looks of it) share whatever cake he DID have with the nice lady too, if he just happened to be walking across a dimly lit waiting room and saw her sitting there tragically cakeless.

Skin- a Father’s Day drabble

WARNING: This story is extremely sweet.  The author will not be held responsible if you develop cavities and/or diabetes from reading this.  Thank you.

Loki found her in her bedroom, sitting among toys and games gathered from six years of holidays and birthday celebrations attended by doting relatives and one very fanatical Godmother who seemed determined to have the biggest and most expensive present every time.

She was sitting at the little table and chairs that had been Darcy’s gift last Christmas, her favorite stuffed toys propped up on the three vacant seats.  Before her was a plate filled with plastic treats, one of which she offered to a yellow pony doll.

“Would you like another biscuit, Fluttershy?”  She spoke again after a few seconds, adopting softer tone.  “Oh, yes, Christina, I’d love one.  Thank you so much.”

As Christina dropped the play scone on the plate set up before her inanimate toy, Loki opened the door a little wider and tapped on the frame.

“Christina?”

She looked up, her eyes brightening.

“Hi, Daddy!  Wanna have tea and biscuits with us?”

“Maybe another time.  For now, come with me.”

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