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gyunglitter · 7 months

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➷ 02 ➷

-“oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn’t real -– cupid is so dumb”

unlike you, your brother’s best friend just doesn’t know when to quit

word count: 3,626

warnings: probably one or two curse words, longing from beomgyu ehe, not much tbh

tags: brother’s-best-friend!beomgyu x reader, ??? to ???, angst, fluff(??), beomgyu is the cool boy-next-door, reader is an independent girlboss (or trying to be, at least), beomgyu’s gonna be GROVELING, simp!gyu, pathetic pining from both sides lol, maybe some cringe from reader (she was a teenage girl in love, have some empathy plz😭)

notes: yall, i ACTUALLY edited this chapter. if it sucks, no it doesn't😘

i would actually love it if some of y'all that are enjoying the story to leave me some feedback? some of you guys reblogging leave the funniest things and i super appreciate it! hope you guys like it!!

–> masterlist <–

It had been a long dinner with an even longer catching up at the dinner table afterwards. Your brother was very curious about how the culture was where you went, while your parents were eager to hear about the education. Beomgyu, ironically, had been quiet for the rest of the night. He seemed to kind of fade into the background while you and your family were catching up, which you definitely weren’t complaining about. But that didn’t stop the nonstop questions about your personal life, to which you masterfully avoided by distracting everyone with funny stories from yours and Soobin’s childhood. There were a lot of laughs, shouting, and tears by the end when everyone decided to call it quits.

“I can do the dishes, eomma,” you suggested.

“Thanks, bean,” your mom sighed, leaning back in her chair.

You got up from your seat and started picking up a couple of stray plates around the table. Your brother took it upon himself to grab the remaining dishes you missed and stacked them on top of each other for you.

You silently thanked your brother as you went to grab the pile, but you were interrupted by Beomgyu swiping them just a bit faster.

He looked at you and said, “I’ll help, too.”

You opened your mouth to deny him, but your mother beat you to it.

“That’s so sweet of you, Beomgyu!”

You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your slight annoyance, and merely turned on your heel and went towards the kitchen to the sink. You’d caught the way Beomgyu’s lips quirked up at your expense, which only irked you more.

“Oh, goodie,” you groan.

Beomgyu laughed, that familiar tinkling sound echoing through your mother’s large kitchen. “Wow, no, ‘thank you, oppa, you’re so kind!’ or ‘you’re so progressive, oppa, I’m so grateful!’ or –”

“Shut up or I’ll drown you,” you interrupted, filling the sink with water and soap.

Beomgyu tried not to laugh in your face as he rolled his eyes and started rolling up his sleeves. You couldn’t help your eyes from wandering to his newly exposed forearms, unconsciously admiring the veins running down his arms to his hands. Oh god, his hands.

“Oh no! Not a little bit of water! What ever will I do–?!”

Beomgyu shut up the moment you shot a stream of water in his face with the sink’s spray head. He gasped when the water splashed down his face and onto his dress shirt. It was silent in the kitchen as he gaped at you, while you stared back with a blank stare.

“Told ya.”

Eight Years Ago

“Why can’t I go?!”

“Why the hell would I bring a middle schooler to hang out with my friends?”

“Who cares how old I am? I’m as tall as your friends, anyway!”

You and Soobin had been arguing ever since Beomgyu dropped by to pick up Soobin for their high school team’s senior night football game. It was supposed to be your brother’s school rivals playing, so you knew it was going to be an awesome night, regardless if your team won or not. But you knew your brother’s team would, since they still had star players Jeon Jungkook and Jung Hoseok before they were going off to college. It was their last game and you wanted to see it!

Right when you saw Beomgyu, you immediately begged him to let you come with, but your brother rejected it profusely. He wasn’t super close with the guys he was going to hang out with tonight (Hyunjin and Jeongin) since they knew Beomgyu more, and he refused to give them another reason to think he was a loser. Especially by bringing his little sister to a highschool game that would definitely turn into a celebratory afterparty.

“Why can’t little Y/n come tonight, Soob?” Beomgyu laughed, twirling his new car keys on his index. Beomgyu had just passed his driver’s test and his parents already got him a new car, which he was driving to the game for the first time tonight.

And if this may or may not be the biggest reason you wanted to go tonight, then who cares?

“See! Even oppa wants me to come,” you whined.

“Y/n, no. You’re not coming,” Soobin declared, putting his hands on his hips. “I’m not babysitting you tonight, or leaving the party early just because it’s your bedtime!”

“Dude, you’re the most introverted person I know!” Beomgyu shoved his hands into his pockets and scoffed, “I bet thirty bucks when we’re an hour into the party that you’ll be wishing you had a good excuse to leave.”

Soobin rolled his eyes but stayed firm. “She’s not coming, I mean it. Even if she were older, I’m not letting anybody near her where they can defile her, or something.”

You could feel yourself practically screaming with how mad you were. Turning toward the stairs and looking up, you called for your best back up plan.

“EOMMA!” you screamed.

“WHAT?!”

“OPPA WON’T LET ME GO TO THE GAME WITH HIM AND BEOMGYU!”

You ignored Soobin’s scoff and his complaints about you behind your back as you yelled for your mother’s help. However, his anger stopped at her response.

“IF HE DOESN’T WANT YOU TO GO, THEN YOU CAN’T GO!”

Your jaw dropped as Soobin cheered, yelling his gratitude to your mother.

“But, eomma!” you cried.

“You can’t make him, Y/n! If he doesn’t want to, then he doesn’t have to. You can do something else tonight, I’ll even hang out with you, if you want! We haven’t played Candyland in forever,” your mom reasoned, making your face drop and cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

You grit your teeth and turned back to the two boys who were throwing on their jackets and heading out the door.

“Whatever! I hope we lose and you guys get pantsed at the party,” you growled, folding your arms.

“Yeah, yeah. Have fun playing Candyland with eomma before your bubble bath!” Soobin cackled as he finished putting on his shoes and left.

Beomgyu, however, had his free hand on the door frame and stood in place for a second. Then, he turned toward you with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, Y/n, maybe next time,” he said.

You pouted. “Yeah right I never get to hang out with you guys anymore, you ditched me after starting high school. Just go have fun with your cool new friends and drive in your cool new car, or whatever.”

“You really wanna ride in my car, don’t ya,” Beomgyu teased, but you were not amused. You only kept glaring at him, which made him sigh and stop playing with his keys to run his hand through his hair.

He’d recently started growing it out a bit, and you could tell he wasn’t quite used to it yet. Every time he got hair in his eyes or blew a strand out of the way, it made you want to run your hands through it for him. But for now, you settled with watching him ruffle it out of his face with his own hands instead.

“How about this,” he proposed, turning his body towards you fully. “Tonight, you have an awesome time with your mom before beating the crap out of her in Candyland, and I’ll take you for a ride in my car some other time?”

Your eyes widened at that.

“Seriously?” you asked, lips parted and ears heating up.

“Seriously,” Beomgyu grinned. “But only if you win!”

It took you a second, but you smiled widely at the boy in front of you and nodded vigorously. “Yes! Okay! Awesome, thanks oppa!”

He let out a laugh and went back to twirling his keys, nodding at you before walking out the door and closing it behind him.

You ran over to the window next to your front door and watched as Beomgyu approached his car, unlocking the doors while Soobin whined at him.

“Dude, what took you so long?” he complained.

Beomgyu merely shook his head with a smile on his face.

“Nothing, let’s go.”

They drove off, leaving you with the reddest cheeks and a strong determination. After looking all over for that damned game, you stormed upstairs to your parents room and demanded to start playing. Your mother was thoroughly shocked since–apparently– she was just joking. It didn’t matter to you, though. You sat your parents down and initiated the most intense game of board games that family recreational activities had ever seen.

To say you annihilated your mom and dad at Candyland was an understatement, to which you sent a celebratory selfie to Beomgyu as proof for him to hold up his end of the deal.

You’d finally finished drying off all the dishes with Beomgyu and wanted nothing more than to get away from him. After multiple attempts to start a conversation with you, to splashing you with water, then to purposefully getting the dishes you just cleaned dirty again, you’d had enough.

“Ya know, I don’t usually like doing the dishes all that much,” Beomgyu started, “so I think it’s safe to say that I couldn’t have done it without you!”

He had that same teasing tone to him, the one that always made you laugh and smile at him without a care in the world of whether his joke had gone too far or not. Anything Beomgyu did used to make you happy. But now, it seemed like his voice could only annoy you.

“Yeah? Probably because I did it all,” you deadpanned.

He laughed. “I will admit that you carried me a lot, but I think I did a good job at handing you the plates and encouraging you. I’m no dishwasher, but I’m a mean moral support-er.”

You sighed heavily as he grinned at you, trying to ignore him as you started to walk away from him.

Your parents were already upstairs while Soobin was on the phone with who you could easily guess was Yeonjun as he was insulting the person on the other side, but with the widest smile on his face. There were only three people in the world who he could easily do that to, and two of them were standing in this home.

Rolling your eyes fondly at your brother as he waved at you in passing, you went outside onto your front patio instead. It was warm enough to not need a jacket out, so you enjoyed the light breeze blowing by you as you sat down on the front steps. The sky was clear, making the stars much more prominent than you’d seen in a long time.

It was peaceful like this. You missed it.

But of course, peace couldn’t last forever when Choi Beomgyu was near.

“I’m sorry.”

His tone, unlike before, was a soft whisper. A sound so quiet that it would have gotten lost in the wind if your ears weren’t so trained to listen for his voice. Even after years of not hearing it.

You closed your eyes for a moment before scoffing.

“What are you sorry for?”

Beomgyu sighed from behind you. “You know why.”

You only shook your head, but he wasn’t taking that.

“What happened between you and me…” he swallowed, struggling to get his next words out, “before you left…was so shitty of me. You didn’t deserve that.”

You bit your lip to stop the sigh that wanted to leave you. You’d already done that a lot tonight. “Beomgyu, please.”

“No!”

Beomgyu sat down beside you, his arm lightly grazing yours as he settled down.

“I was such a douchebag to you, Y/n. A-and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!” he cried, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. “I know you must hate me after everything, I know I would–hell, I do!”

You shook your head again. It was literally your first night back. You never wanted to have this conversation, let alone so soon.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

You went to get up, but Beomgyu softly grabbed your arm. The action was so sudden, it surprised you enough to look down at him and notice his sleeve was still rolled up. His rough arm led to the calloused hand that held your wrist, before it slowly slid to your hand.

“Please stay, Y/n. I’ve waited four years just to talk to you again. To see you again,” he pleaded. “You don’t want to hear me apologize? Okay, fine. But just…don’t leave me without you again.”

You stared down at him, finding it miraculous to see his eyes wide with emotion you couldn’t define, but being drawn in by how much they yearned. For you.

You sat back down on the step next to him and slipped your hand out of his. There was only so much you could handle.

It was silent for a while, with you not looking at him at all as you tried to calm your mind and erase the look in his eyes before you got stuck in the rabbit hole you’d spent years trying to climb out of.

“Well,” he cleared his throat to fill the silence between the both of you. “Besides the problematic factor of myself, how does it feel to be home?”

You felt a scoff leave your lips at his question and your predicament. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Weird question?” he asked, making you shake your head in slight disbelief and slight amusement.

“Everything about this is weird, Beomgyu,” you murmured.

He sighed in agreement, and probably nodded, but you wouldn’t know because you still refused to look at him.

“Yeah, I know…” he mumbled, letting the silence take over you both once again.

With the absence of conversation and his words being the last thing you heard, his dejected tone was something you pondered on. You know, there was a long period of time after you left that you’d only wanted to hear that kind of tone from him: sounding just as miserable and broken as he’d left you.

But actually hearing it from him, you realized you didn’t enjoy it all that much.

“I haven’t been able to see the stars like this in forever,” you whispered, choosing to focus on the sky. “If there was one thing I really missed from home, it was the sky.”

“Really?”

You nodded reluctantly, following the different constellations with your eyes. “I lived in the city for school. But even if we didn’t have the light pollution, it’s not like I ever had the time to look up and see them, anyway.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

It was quiet for a moment, before Beomgyu spoke again.

“Did you have any stars out there?”

You sighed a little when you thought for a second on what he said. And then on what he really said.

“Not like this.”

He hummed in response, and left it at that, finally letting you just sit there for a long while in perfect silence.

From what you could remember of all the years of knowing Beomgyu, he was a loud person. Around family, friends, people he liked–he was like a ball of light bursting through every gloomy seam. Group settings were his specialty, whether he was the “coolest” guy in the room or not, he didn’t care; he would talk your ear off or tell a randomly hilarious story that either left you as the best of friends, or extremely weirded out. It didn’t matter to him, because when he was happy, everyone would know by how loud he was.

That’s why it would shock you, no matter how many times he did it, that he would get so mellow when it was just the two of you. You always adored the Beomgyu that could easily capture a room with just his laugh. But after learning about his other side, you would yearn even more for the Beomgyu that you felt like only you ever got to see. The him that came out when he was truly content and wasn’t “performing” for anyone.

You loved his loudness, but you also loved your quiet moments with him. They told you more about him than any other moments you had together. And after this particular moment with him, you realized this was probably the most you could let yourself handle for now.

“I really should head back in,” you muttered after what felt like an eternity.

Beomgyu sighed, not taking his eyes off of the sky above him. “I know.”

“You should go home.”

“I know.”

You slowly got up from your seat, patting off your legs, and started to move back inside. You’d made it to your door before you turned around and noticed Beomgyu hadn’t moved an inch, nor taken his eyes off of the stars. He had a frown marring his features, casting a deep line on his forehead that hadn’t been there four years ago. You could tell he wasn’t going to be moving for a while, which concerned you.

You bit your lip and rubbed one of your ears that you could already feel was starting to heat up.

“I don’t hate you,” you mumbled.

Beomgyu’s head snapped towards you, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “What?”

“I don’t hate you,” you repeated. “I never could, Beomgyu…even when I wanted to.”

He let out a deep breath and looked at you so softly, you used all of your energy and dignity to maintain eye contact.

“Goodnight, Beomgyu…”

You left after that, going back inside.

And despite arguing with yourself for years, you thought for a second that maybe you haven't changed that much, since you took a moment to peek outside the window beside the door to see Beomgyu slowly getting off your porch. He took his time, most likely lost in thought, as he eventually looked down from the stars to instead look back at your house. You quickly backed away from the window, glad he wouldn’t have been able to see you since it was so dark outside, but even more glad to see the line on his forehead gone as his lips parted once again with a small smile on his face.

“So, how was the game?” you asked over a bowl of cereal, looking up at Soobin.

The poor guy had dark bags under his reddened eyes, messy bed hair, and his face was puffier than usual. You’d been way past asleep by the time he had gotten home, but were eager to talk to him about his night when you woke up. Beomgyu had texted you not too long after you’d been up and about, but you figured you would “leave him waiting” to not come off as so desperate to talk to him. Instead, you went downstairs to eat some breakfast and weasel information out of your brother. Unfortunately for you, Soobin was out of commission for the next few hours. Even now, he was still not fully ready for a conversation.

“It was fun,” he yawned.

He rested his head on the table, while you tried not to laugh at him. You usually liked teasing Soobin, but he was too vulnerable at the moment, and you had a curiosity that could only be quenched by his answers.

“Define, ‘fun’. Did we win? Was the party crazy? Did you talk to that one girl you like? Did they play Bebe Rexha?”

He moaned. “Yes, yes, no, and of course they played Bebe Rexha! It’s not a party if she’s not there!”

You giggled at that, nodding in approval as you scooped another serving of your cereal. “That sounds so cool, I’m glad you had fun! Did you dance with anyone? What was the most memorable moment, oppa?”

“So many questions,” he groaned. “Why do you care so much?”

You lightly kicked his shin under the table. “You ditched me last night! This is literally the least you could do for me, oppa.”

The both of you squinted at the other, before Soobin gave in.

He thought for a moment, before he snorted and let out an ‘ah’. “I didn’t talk to any girls last night, so nothing crazy happened for me. But Beomgyu actually hooked up with one of the hottest girls in our grade and the whole grade is freaking out about it; Hyunjin and Jeongin have been blowing up my phone all morning.”

Your spoon tumbled from your fingers as you felt your stomach drop.

“Ah, Jesus, Y/n!” Soobin groaned, his head hurting from the sudden noise of your spoon clinking against your bowl, worsening his horribly hidden hangover.

“Oh, s-sorry oppa…” you mumbled, picking up your cereal.

“Hey, where are you going?” asked Soobin, lifting his head a little.

You gently placed your bowl in the sink and stuttered, “Uh, I, um–I gotta go finish my homework. I’ll s-see you later!”

And with that, you ran upstairs to text Beomgyu back.

from: beomgyuuu!! <3

did you wanna go for a ride today? this new corndog place just opened up and i was hoping you and i could go try it!

to: beomgyu

hey, i actually can’t today. gotta help my mom with something

from: beomgyu

ah bummer :(((

next time?

to: beomgyu

yeah, fs

from: beomgyu

great! I still owe you, so don’t let me forget it <3

You stared at the heart at the end of his message, feeling like it was mocking you. You should’ve known that promise didn’t mean what you thought, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Just like how you couldn’t help yourself for the next five years after that. This had only been the first of many times he would break your heart.

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#txt #tomorrow x tomorrow #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #choi soobin #stupid cupid

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sheerfreesia007 · 1 year

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Stupid Cupid #3

Title: Stupid Cupid #3

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 852

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Prompt: Leaving Cute Notes

Author Notes: Aww Bob! Bob gives off such shy vibes that I feel like he’s normally a quiet guy until he starts talking about his girl.

Gif Credit: @notyoursbutlewis

“So what does your note say today Bob?” asks Rooster as he sits across from Bob at the lunch table in the mess hall. Bob looks up as he unzips his lunchbox and pulls out his container that you had packed for him the night before. Bob flushes bright red as he notices all his squad mates staring at him with curious eyes. Fumbling a little bit he looks down at his container and feels the flush on his cheeks deepen.

“Did the wifey finally get racy with her notes?” teased Coyote as he leaned across the table to get a look at the note.

“Back off Coyote. Leave Bob alone.” Phoenix defends her backseater with ease and Bob gives her a small smile in thanks.

“C’mon Bob. I love hearing the notes your wife leaves you.” Rooster tries to cajole and Bob relents as he tilts his head to the side.

“She wrote, capture some clouds for me today, I love you.” Bob answered and most of his squad hollered and cheered as Phoenix cooed at the cute note.

“See, that’s what I want.” Rooster said enviously as he pointed at Bob’s neon blue post-it note. “I want a relationship like that where I get cute notes from my girl.” Bob smiled at Rooster’s words and nodded his head at the fact that he did have that type of relationship. You always left him notes in his lunchbox ever since the two of you had been living together five years ago. It started with just a simple ‘Have a good day!’ or ‘I love you!’ and it had slowly morphed into more specific notes. Gently folding the post-it note in on itself Bob slipped it into his shirt pocket with a soft smile on his face, he always loved the notes you wrote that were geared towards his career. It made the day go by quicker for him knowing that you loved him enough to find a way to talk about his career with him even if you didn’t completely understand it. You put in the effort and Bob appreciated that immensely.

“How long has she been sending notes to you?” Phoenix asked softly and Bob watched as Rooster perked up to hear the answer as well. Finishing the bite of sandwich he had taken Bob turned to look at Natasha knowing that she was genuinely curious and not being cruel with her question.

“Five years.” Bob answered and Rooster whistled low and long. “Ever since we moved in together.”

“Damn, that’s dedication.” Payback teases and Bob smiles widely at his words.

“What can I say? My wife puts her all in when she’s passionate about something.” Bob boldly states and the squad reacts with hollers and cheers to his words.

“I’ll say.” Hangman agrees and smirks at Bob who flushes brightly once more before ducking his head and taking another bite of sandwich.

“Don’t listen to them Bob, they’re all just jealous they don’t get notes.” Rooster said as he ate his own lunch. Bob smiled at Rooster who had rested his elbow on the table and set his chin in his palm as he stared at him from across the table. He knew he was going to make Rooster infinitely jealous with his next piece of information.

“I popped the question using her notes too.” Bob said gently and Rooster’s eyes widened while Phoenix leaned closer to hear the proposal as well. “I have saved every one of her notes since she’s been sending them to me and I stuck them to the walls of our house leading to the back door. Where I was waiting in our backyard with a ring and down on one knee.”

“Yes! That’s how it’s done boys!” Rooster crowded loudly as he clapped his hands proudly while grinning at Bob. Bob felt his face flush as he grinned back at Rooster while confidence surged through him.

“Didn’t beg you as a romantic Rooster.” Hangman teased as the other guys snickered softly while Rooster rolled his eyes before turning back to Bob.

“Did she cry?” Rooster asked, still invested in Bob’s proposal story as he grinned over the table at him.

“Like a baby. Could barely get the word yes out around the tears.” Bob said proudly as he remembered the night he proposed to you. He remembers the soft orange glow of the Virginia sun coating you in a golden shimmer as you stared at him with an open mouth and tears falling down your cheeks while you walked down the small staircase into the back yard where he waited for you. Your soft hiccuped laugh was his favorite sound to ever grace his ears in his lifetime and he was always trying to pull that sound from you again.

“Man, that’s what I’m talking about.” Rooster said with a dreamy smile on his face and Bob felt his heart swelling with love and pride of being your husband. He smiled to himself as he finished his sandwich and began counting down the hours til he was able to go home to you.

#my wriitng #stupid cupid #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd

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gnoll-king · 6 months

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Dorian just took down my arcana mask pins for Etsy under a IP infringement claim so i can sadly say I am no longer able to sell them on Etsy or likely anywhere else. I am sorry to anyone who wanted to buy them.

Fucking bullshit since I made these pins way before they even owned the arcana but sadly there is nothing I can do about it.

#stupid cupid #the arcana #the arcana game

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badastronaut27 · 2 years

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I know these are usually Nick’s colours but I liked the pink.

#john hancock x sole survivor #john hancock fallout 4 #john hancock #nora fallout 4 #fanart #dancing #stupid cupid #romance #fallout ghoul

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strawberry-shortcake-rolls · 3 days

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🐚✿🫧❀ Stupid Cupid by Mandy Moore 🐚✿🫧❀

Scene from The Princess Diaries - 2001 💘

#mandy moore #the princess diaries #stupid cupid #chick flicks #disney #movies #2000s #anne hathaway #music #nostalgia #julie andrews #film #y2k #mia thermopolis #genovia #soundtrack #celebrity #summer #movie scenes

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allqueers · 5 months

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PAIGE AND AJ.

From the 2023 movie Crush.

#Paige and an #cazzie #love is love #teriah #mariah and tessa #gay girls #you can live forever movie #naomily #Auli'i Cravalho #rowan blanchard #gay girls kissing #girls kiss girls #lesbian movies #Youtube #mandy moore #stupid cupid #queer

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yiippii · 4 months

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Song recommendation of the day: Stupid Cupid by Connie Francis

I keep sneezing like an idiot! 🤒⭐️🌸

I’ve just watched movies all day, aot, beastars and now a Swedish movie called Evil 🌷

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hybeboyenthusisast · 1 year

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Stupid Cupid: Three is Better (Poly!Ending) NSFW

˜”*°•.˜”*°• A social experiment conducted by Cupidly Co., with you (the reader!) at the center of it! Is it possible to fall in love with a stranger over the course of 30 days? Cupidly Co. wants to find out, and you do too! As one of the participants, you will navigate the challenges set up by the experiment as well as the challenges created by your fellow participants! Will you fall in love? Will you form everlasting friendships? The rollercoaster journey of 30 days starts now! •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Masterlist

Warnings: Threesome, Dom!Yeonjun, Switch!Beomgyu, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex (wrap before ya tap), oral sex (m receiving), mentions of punishments, spanking, choking, dirty talk, mentions of "good boy", getting fucked out so hard the reader's brain goes to the moon, mentions of anal. IF THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

wc: 1.6k

THIS IS THE ALTERNATIVE, NON-CANON ENDING FOR A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE READER, YEONJUN, AND BEOMGYU. This can be read separately from the canon ending, but please note that this ending will not have a sequel, but the canon ending will.

For the first time in the history of the Cupid experiment, three people had ended together as a couple. Everyone had been surprised, also supportive, of the outcome, but even you had no idea how this had happened.

You were going to tell Beomgyu you were in love with him, and that you wanted to be with him. And then Yeonjun kissed you like it was the last thing he would ever do, and you realized you were in love with him as well. How could you choose when you loved both of them?

So you sat down with both of them one late night during the group trip, and told them the truth; you loved them both and there was no way you could choose.

Yeonjun proposed something both you and Beomgyu believed was crazy, at first. Why not be a couple, all three of you? But as Yeonjun fought for it, fought for not losing you and not losing Beomgyu either, it made more and more sense. And so the three of you began a relationship with each other.

How it would work for the three of you, was that Yeonjun and Beomgyu would have their focus on you, would still be together, and you would be able to love both of them equally.

Honestly none of you were sure it would work but all of you were willing to try. The loving two people at the same time wasn't what was worrying you, it was the intimacy. Yeonjun was no stranger to threesomes, it was obvious by his confidence. But you and Beomgyu were new to having a third person involved in intimacy, so maybe you needed someone to hold your hands...

And that's what Yeonjun did, when he wasn't barking commands at the two of you. Yeonjun was definitely the most dominant out of the three of you, but Beomgyu and you had your moments as well.

The first few times the three of you were intimate with each other were awkward, everyone trying to get used to the different dynamics and finding where they felt comfortable in the dynamic. But as time progressed, the awkwardness had lifted and you were having the absolute best sex of your life.

Safe to say, both Yeonjun and Beomgyu could agree.

Beomgyu was currently a whining, moaning mess of a man as he tried desperately to keep from fucking up into your warm mouth. Yeonjun had his hand wrapped around Beomgyu's throat, his lips traveling all over Beomgyu's chest and neck. Beomgyu had one hand atop Yeonjun's, and the other gripping your hair as you bobbed up and down on his cock.

"You're doing so good, Gyu, letting her please you. Such a good boy," you could hear Yeonjun whisper to Beomgyu with a dark chuckle. The two men were near the top of the bed, with you on your knees at the edge as you suckled around one of your boyfriend's cocks.

No matter how much your knees were hurting, you knew if you stopped, Yeonjun would punish you. He wasn't usually a mean dom, but you had been a bit too bratty lately and you knew he would really punish you if you disobeyed his orders to suck Beomgyu dry.

Beomgyu's aching cock felt so so hot in the warm cavern of your mouth, and he felt he was going to explode if you kitten licked his tip one more time. The warmth and wetness of your mouth, your tongue, your lips, combined with the kisses and markings Yeonjun left behind while choking him, Beomgyu was feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible.

You could feel Beomgyu's stomach and legs tensing against the mattress, and you knew from this, combined with how loud his moans were getting, that he was gonna cum soon. This encouraged your efforts, wanting to make the beautiful man complete putty in your- well, in your mouth.

Apparently Yeonjun had enough waiting to get in on the action himself, and he moved downwards to yank you off from Beomgyu's crotch. The sudden disappearance of pleasure and instant retreat of his orgasm, Beomgyu was groaning unhappily. "Are you fucking-- Jun what the fuck I was gonna cum!"

"You looked like you were having such a good time," Yeonjun cooed at the brunette mess. "I wanted to have some fun too." Your hair, still in Yeonjun's grasp, was pulled on to bring your lips to Yeonjun's. Biting at your bottom lip, Yeonjun easily slipped his tongue into your mouth when you moaned.

Your tongues tangled with each other, dancing along as they fought to give the other pleasure. Yeonjun's hands moved from your hair and Beomgyu's body to pull you up by your ass and sit you on his lap so you were straddling him. You grinded your hips down into his, desperate for some friction for the aching between your legs.

Poor Beomgyu, watching the heated kiss between the two of you, began pulling you further up the bed and into his lap this time. "He always bitches about us being good or bad, but here he is disobeying his own rules."

Yeonjun plopped down beside the two of you on the bed, crossing his arms as he pouted at you being taken from him.

"Are you," you leaned down to nip at Beomgyu's sensitive spot on his neck. "Suggesting we punish him this time?"

Beomgyu chuckled darkly, grabbing your hair and pulling backwards to expose your neck to him. You and Yeonjun were both still fully clothed, and Beomgyu was happy to remove your clothes and ignore Yeonjun. Beomgyu sucked along your throat, lifting your hips slightly to remove your shorts and your panties.

Beomgyu leaned back to look into your eyes. His dark eyes were even darker than normal, pupils blown out in complete lust. He wanted to ravage you, and make Yeonjun sit there and watch. Your tits bounced slightly from the effort Beomgyu put in to remove your tank top, prompting his hands to grab ahold of both of them. "I say, we fuck and we make him watch. He can look, but he can't join us."

Beomgyu's evil little plan made you moan, the heat between your legs getting more and more desperate for friction. You grinded your hips down, finding Beomgyu's aching cock and grinding against it.

"You really wanna punish me?" Yeonjun quipped, raising an eyebrow in challenge as his eyes traced the trail of wetness you left against Beomgyu's dick. "Fine. I'll play along."

Yeonjun situated himself on his side of the bed, watching you and Beomgyu with intense eyes.

"Gyu, please, please fuck me," you moaned out as your ministrations against his cock pleasured you, but not enough. Your pussy continued clenching around nothing, feeling so so empty when it could be stuffed full.

Beomgyu growled, lifting you up off his lap and placing a harsh slap against your ass, making your cry out. "Maybe I'll punish you too, just for the fun of it."

You were flipped over, your face pressed against the pillow, hips in the air, knees against the mattress. The new position allowed Beomgyu easy access to your quivering, slick pussy so he could easily slide inside. Your eyes connected with Yeonjun's, who lay next to you, nose flaring as he tried to contain himself.

Beomgyu bucked his hips into yours, jolting your body as waves of pleasure hit you. He was so thick, he stretched you out so well. Your walls hugged onto his length as he began fucking into you at a harsh and brutal pace. The pace of a man desperate to cum after being denied it before.

You were being fucked into oblivion, the pleasure so intense once Yeonjun's hand started rubbing against your clit, and you were cumming so hard that your brain went totally AWOL. You felt yourself cumming once, twice, three times, before you eventually found yourself back on earth.

Sticky, warm cum had painted your gummy walls, from the exhausted Beomgyu. The taste of cum on your tongue brought your attention to Yeonjun's softening cock, not too far from your face.

"Yn, are you good?" Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed the completely dazed and confused look on your face.

You nodded slowly, trying to piece together everything that had happened. "I think you guys finally fucked me stupid."

Yeonjun fell back on the bed, sweat dripping from his forehead. Laughs from both him and the floppy bodied Beomgyu reached your ears. "We'll take a break until you're both ready to be fucked stupid," Yeonjun shot you a wink as you looked at him. "Beomgyu, you better prepare that ass for me before you ask to be fucked."

You scrunched your nose up, rolling over to get closer to Beomgyu. Sweaty, wet hair sticking to his forehead and neck, but he still looked ethereal. He and Yeonjun always looked good, whether they were dressed up or fucked out.

Beomgyu reached out for you and pulled your body into his, stroking your head as you cuddled into him with your head on his chest. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Beomgyu trailed off, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Alright, I'm gonna hop in the shower first, and I'll start making dinner when I'm done," Yeonjun made his way around the bed to give both you and Beomgyu a gentle kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too," you and Beomgyu responded sleepily, smiling at the oldest man who took care of you both so well.

You were lucky, and so were they. Rather than choosing one and hurting the other, the three of you had made it work as a couple. The love the three of you had was a love far greater than any of you ever expected. Well, three is better than two, after all.

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kimikofivetailsenjoyer · 2 days

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Made a video awhile back that I haven't got to share on any of my socials 💜

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mcmuerteflurry · 1 year

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Cupid Y/n is just the beastboy to Death/Muerte Raven

#death puss in boots #death x reader #puss boots the last wish #muerte x reader #puss in boots wolf #lobo puss in boots #puss in boots death #death puss in boots x reader #stupid cupid

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cupids-antlers · 6 months

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I made some adorable slugcat emotes! Please check them out!

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gyunglitter · 7 months

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➷ 01 ➷

-“oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn’t real -– cupid is so dumb”

unlike you, your brother’s best friend just doesn’t know when to quit

word count: 1,766

warnings: probably just the reader making you cringe lol, give her a break--she's 11 lmao

notes: LMAO SORRY TO POST KINDA LATE, I FORGOT I PROMISED TODAY HAHAHAHA

another short chapter, but i promise the next couple of chapters are a lot longer! enjoy mini reader, beomgyu, and soobin tho :)

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Ten Years Ago

If there was one thing your family agreed on, it was that Soobin was the shyest person around.

You and Soobin were very close, having a lot of the same interests and mannerisms. You didn’t disagree on many things (yet), but there were only a handful of differences between you two. You were eleven years old, making your older brother thirteen, and about to go into his final year of middle school. But the main thing that had set you both apart was that while you had many friends, Soobin had absolutely no one. He was a very sweet and funny kid, but he was too shy for his own good, unintentionally pushing the majority of the people his age away.

You had hoped your brother would make some friends during his seventh year, but had little to no luck; apparently, the Bunny Girl Senpai Fanclub wasn’t taking many applicants and the Pokemon Card Collectors Club was a bunch of gatekeepers. Middle school boys.

“What if I just faked being sick?”

Soobin held his head in his hands as he was waiting for his pop tarts in the toaster. You sat on the counter across from him, shoving down a bowl of Frosted Flakes. You didn’t have to leave for another hour when your mom would drive you to the primary school a few blocks away. Soobin, on the other hand, was supposed to set off for his first day of eighth grade soon, but was stalling as much as he could before he had to start walking over.

You snorted, “For the whole year? Fat chance of that happening, you’re the worst liar.”

Your brother lifted his head and glared at you, before sighing loudly and crying, “I hate school, it’s filled with people who are scary and take your rare Charizard card!”

You opened your mouth to reply, but were interrupted by your house’s doorbell ringing. You looked towards the front door and turned back to Soobin expectantly. But your brother wasn’t paying any attention. To your (un)amusement, he was still sulking about, well, just about everything. Like you said, middle school boys.

Shaking your head, you hopped off of the counter (carefully, as your dad had shown you) and walked over to the front door.You figured it was one of your neighbors or the mailman. You usually weren’t allowed to open the door yourself, but that completely escaped your mind when you opened the door and were faced with an unfamiliar boy.

A cute, unfamiliar boy.

You mentally thanked your mom for braiding your hair in two with your favorite butterfly clips now.

“Hi,” you said, a small grin taking over your face. “I’m Y/n!”

The boy looked at you and smiled back. “Hey, Y/n, your mom or dad home?”

You nodded your head. “They are, but they’re running around getting ready. I can definitely help you though!” What can you say, you were a confident kid.

“I don’t know, you might be a bit too little,” he teased you, making you scoff.

“Little? I’ll have you know, I can deal with anything, even crazy!”

He laughed a little at that and then said, “Of course! I’m sure you’re super responsible at the age of..?”

“Eleven,” you bragged, tucking a stray hair back into one of your butterfly clips.

The boy nodded in deep understanding and said, “Well, little Y/n, I’m Beomgyu. I just moved here and my mom told me you guys had someone my age here too! I figured we could walk to school together,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

Your eyes widened at that, a warm feeling taking over your stomach.

The boy was cute, duh. But his easy offer of friendship, something your brother had struggled to find, made you know that this Beomgyu had a kindness to him that not many his age did–according to Soobin.

Your grin widened at the boy in front of you, nodding your head eagerly. “Just give me a sec,” you squealed, excited for your brother. “OPPA! YOU’RE FINALLY GONNA MAKE A FRIEND!”

Years later, you look back and remember the loud laugh Beomgyu had let out at your call, his excitement outweighing the awkwardness Soobin exhibited when he appeared at your doorway with a pop tart hanging from his mouth.

You look back and remember Beomgyu easily befriending Soobin with his wide smiles, animated hand gestures, and cool stories about his new pet bird. The way he eased your brother’s nerves and got him laughing, already offering to share the other pop tart in his pack.

You look back and cringe sometimes at the confidence those lame butterfly clips gave you. But you take it back when you would remember Beomgyu, with an arm around Soobin’s shoulder, had turned around while the two boys were about to take off for school, saying in a singsong tone, “Nice to meet you, little Y/n, love the butterfly clips, by the way!”

But most of all, you remember the way your cheeks flushed. The way he made you feel like you were cute too. Like you were special. You remember how that was the first of many times he would fluster you with his compliments.

You were only eleven, but at that moment you would look back and remember how this is where you became a fool–a fool for love.

“You look really good,” he whispered to you.

It took everything in you to not show how much he affected you. Unlike the many instances before though, you actually succeeded this time around. Your focused gaze on your brother and father’s random discussion about his anime watching habits kept your eyes from widening, and your well placed makeup did a good job of hiding the flush that desperately wanted to highlight your neck and cheeks. It bothered you very much how Choi Beomgyu could still get under your skin.

“Thanks,” you replied shortly, not letting your eyes leave their spot on Soobin.

–Your brother was whining about how there was no harm in watching anime when he already got his work done for the day–

Despite your subtle avoidance of him, you knew it wasn’t reciprocated by the way his breaths brushed against your ear. The way his eyes were on you, you could feel them as if they were burning you. It felt like he was truly drinking you in after so many years of not getting a single glimpse of you. But that was all you would allow him.

“I, uh, it’s nice to see you again. It’s been a while,” he continued, trying to catch your attention.

You hummed disinterestedly.

–Your father had taken to pointing out Soobin’s body pillows, to which he groaned loudly, claiming that was actually Beomgyu’s gag gift to make him look sus–

But Beomgyu was not deterred.

“Congrats on, well, everything from the past four years! I know college can be pretty crazy!”

You winced a little at that, remembering how your mom told you Beomgyu had actually dropped out of college about three months after you left for school. Despite Beomgyu doing amazing in school when you were still around–there was talk of him possibly graduating at the top of your class–he practically tanked his classes the following fall semester.

“But of course, if there was anyone who could deal with crazy, it would be our little Y/n, huh,” he laughed a little–that same damn laugh he had when you first met. “I mean, you are pretty amazing—”

You weren’t sure what he had gotten up to after you left, but you weren’t interested in hearing anything. Not about him, his future, and definitely not about how amazing he thought you were.

“Wow dad, this shrimp tastes great!” You shouted your false gratitude, successfully interrupting Beomgyu and the argument between your brother and father.

All the chatter stopped for a second, before your dad grinned at you. “Thanks, bean, make sure to grab some more then! You’re looking too skinny, anyways, are you sure you ate enough out there,” he asked, wiping his hands on the front of his apron.

You laughed and nodded, both at your dad’s question and Soobin's grateful stare for changing the topic. Eventually, your mother started another conversation about how Soobin’s friends from school were doing.

“I thought you didn’t like seafood,” Beomgyu muttered to you when he got the chance.

For the first time that evening, you looked back at him.

You realized, with a painful squeeze in your chest, that Beomgyu had grown past the stage of cuteness that you had adored when you were younger, and in your absence, became beautiful. Sure, his puppy dog eyes stayed the same, holding that familiar kindness and curiosity as before. But now, his face lost its round edges and became chiseled, looking as if his features were carved by Aphrodite, herself. His hair was dyed brown and had grown out a little into what was beginning to look like a mullet, giving off a boyish look that his typically mischievous expressions matched easily. Not only that, but he looked like he’d really grown into himself, physically and mentally. Granted, he wasn’t in the best place when you had left four years ago, but the way he carried himself was refreshing. Attractive. Him.

“I didn’t, but I do now.” You took another bite of the shrimp on your plate. “I mean, it’s been a long four years. The things I liked before changed quite a bit while I was gone. ”

You watched Beomgyu’s face fall a bit at that, his puppy dog eyes becoming downcast as he looked towards his own plate of chicken. There wasn’t much on his plate to begin with, but it seemed he wasn’t going to be eating any more after that.

“Yeah, I guess they would after so long,” Beomgyu whispered, pushing his food around with his chopsticks.

You turned back to your own food to try and get your mind off of him, but he stopped you with his next words.

“If it changes anything, so have mine.”

This time, you couldn’t stop your eyes from widening. You turned towards Beomgyu, to see him looking at you with what you could only assume was guilt.

“I just wish they had done so earlier.”

–> next <–

#tomorrow x tomorrow #txt #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #hueningkai #kang taehyun #stupid cupid

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sheerfreesia007 · 1 year

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Stupid Cupid #26

Title: Stupid Cupid # 26

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,150

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Prompt: Compliments

Gif Credit: @topgundaily

Jake rushed through the doors of the restaurant knowing that he was late for dinner with you and his folks. He had promised you that he’d be there with you to meet them but his last briefing had run late and he was left racing to the restaurant after hurriedly dressing himself. Tonight was supposed to be the night that he introduced you to his parents as his girlfriend and he knew you were a little nervous to meet them. something about making a good impression on them since you and Jake were now dating.

Just as he came up to the podium he spotted his mother and father seated at a table not far from the middle of the room, you were sitting across the table from them with your back to him and the front door. From what he saw it looked as if you were talking nervously about something as your hands waved in the air, he smiled softly as he recognized your nervous tick.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught his attention as he stepped closer to the table you were sitting at and he turned his head to see a pretty young woman standing at the podium looking at him with eager hungry eyes. The old Jake would have been flattered and eating up the attention but he was more focused on getting over to you so that he could ease your nerves as you sat alone with his parents. Ever since he had met you he’d seen a change in his attitude towards women, even his own squad mates had noticed the change with Rooster continuously thanking you whenever he could.

“Can I help you?” simpered the hostess and Jake shook his head with a kind smile.

“No ma’am, my girlfriend and parents are right over there.” he explained as he pointed to your table. He watched as the woman seemed to deflate with the knowledge that he had a girlfriend. Jake didn’t bother to wait for a response from her as he made his way over to the table. He approached from behind you and as he got closer to the table he made eye contact with his mother who smiled warmly at him before flicking her eyes back to you. Just as Jake was about to reach out for you he heard what you were saying to his parents.

“You must be so proud of Jake.” you said affectionately and it caused him to stop short as he stood quiet to listen into your conversation.

“Of course we are. But tell me dear, why are you proud of him?” His mother asked kindly as she smiled encouragingly at you.

“Oh well, I’ve only known him for a short amount of time so far. But he’s told me about all of his commendations from the Navy. He wasn’t able to tell all the details but it’s all very impressive and a testament of his skill and talent as a naval aviator.” you expressed to them in soft awe of his career. Jake felt his chest puff up importantly as you explained to his parents how he made you proud. “But I think his character is even more of a reason to be proud of him. Jake’s a proud man and he has reason to be but there’s also a soft kind side to him that while not shown very often, he does have it.” you said affectionately as you chuckled softly. His mother laughed delightedly at your words as she darted her eyes over to his father who smirked knowingly.

“Let me guess he was full of himself when he first met you.” his father said with a knowing laugh.

“Oh yeah, persistent, arrogant, almost too full of himself.” you agreed with a reminiscent chuckle. “But after I turned him down the third time he took a step back and tried again with a different approach.” you explained to them fondly. Jake watched as his mother and father looked at you with shocked wide eyes.

“Three times?” his father asked, surprised as his eyes darted over to Jake who nodded his head in answer. Jake took another step closer to you as he listened to speak up again.

“Yup three times. Once he figured out that I wasn’t interested in a cocky pretty boy aviator he showed me a different side to him.” You responded factually. “He truly is a sweet, thoughtful, kind man who I wished would show that side more to everyone else. But I understand why he doesn’t. It comes with the career, I understand.” you said showing how intuitive you were about Jake’s life.

“What was the sweetest thing he’s done for you?” his mother asked curiously and Jake could feel you light up at her question even while he stood behind you.

“I have a dog at home and one night I was working late into the night. When I told Jake that I was worried about my dog not being able to go out for a few hours he went over to my house and walked her for him as well as ordered take out for dinner for us.” You responded and his mother smiled kindly at you as she nodded her head.

“That sounds like Jake.” she said with a happy smile on her face. Jake shook his head gently as he felt his chest swelling with pride and love for you as you talked about him with his parents. He placed a hand on your shoulder gently and felt you jolt in your seat.

“Talking about me even when I’m not here huh?” he asked teasingly as his mother and father smiled at him fondly while you looked up at him worriedly.

“Only good things I promise.” you said hurriedly and he grinned at you softly before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I know I heard the tail end of the conversation. I’m glad you’re not nervous anymore.” he whispered into your ear.

“How long have you been standing by and watching?” you asked him and he grinned at you as he took his seat.

“Only from when you said that you were proud of me.” he teased you softly and you gasped softly at him making him grin wider at you. “You keep giving me those compliments and soon they’ll go to my head.” he said, making his mother chuckle at his words.

“Too late.” you griped out and both of his parents burst out in laughter as they avidly watched the two of you interact. Jake grinned before winking at you then turning to his parents so he could join the conversation finally. He grinned ever wider when he felt your hand find his under the table and grip it tightly in reassurance, he responded in kind as the conversation flowed between the four of you.

#my writing #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #stupid cupid

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