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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Baby, You Can Drive My Car (Branjie) - Joley

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Brooke Lynn pushed the hood of the car down and exhaled deeply. One hand steadied herself by pressing against the cool metal while the other wiped her brow, streaking her forehead with grease. There was a rag right beside her, but it’d been dirtied after a long day’s work - just like the rest of her torso, the sacrifice she made when she pushed her coveralls down and tied them around her waist.

“Ay, BL, hit the showers!” A coverall-clad man tossed a towel at her. “We’re going out to eat, it’s Theo’s turn to pick, so you know what that means.”

Of course she did, and with a roll of her eyes and a dry laugh, she replied “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” before heading into the locker room to shower up.

Well, ‘locker room’ was perhaps a bit generous. It was more like a prison bathroom with open, communal showers - save for one that had a makeshift curtain built around it - that was Brooke’s shower. She had to admit, there was an actual effort made, and she appreciated having some semblance of privacy and not having to drive home with a full layer of grime.

Beyond that, Brooke never felt too singled out at work, even though she was never unaware that she was the only female mechanic in the auto shop. The guys made a point of including her, and part of that was including her in their weekly dinners out. When it was her turn, she would try to expand her coworkers’ palettes - something they were surprisingly receptive towards.

On the other hand, their restaurant choices often fell into a repetitive pattern. Such is the case with Theo, who would only ever pick Hooters for their meal. When asked if he may want to reconsider with a mixed company, he shrugged it off with “She likes chicks too, it’s fine!”

And Brooke, in turn, never voiced any complaints. The food was subpar, but sometimes she liked to indulge in that sort of greasy, fried food. As far as the waitstaff? Well, she was conflicted. As an empathetic feminist, she would find herself concerned - were the girls being treated well? Was there proper recourse when reporting harassment? As a lesbian, however… She understood the appeal.

She was the last one out of the showers because even with the curtain, she still preferred to shower alone. All of the good intentions in the world couldn’t change the fact that being naked around men made her skin crawl. No one ever seemed to question her on this either, though she was occasionally subjected to playful jabs about keeping the guys waiting.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, the group of six was seated promptly, and everything seemed to be business as usual.

Then their waitress came over.

She was shorter than the average waitress, but the energy that radiated from her made up for it. Her warm, brown eyes and dimpled smile could easily captivate anyone, but while Brooke Lynn’s colleagues were pleasantly content, she felt the air leave her lungs and the heat rise to her cheeks.

“You gonna tell me what you wanna drink, sweetie?”

Oh, shit, had she been staring that long? She sat upright and cleared her throat. “Right, sorry. I’ll have an iced tea. Thank you…” she leaned forward to look at the nametag - and just the nametag, of course. “Vanessa.”

Vanessa smirked, pressing her lips together as she tilted her head to toss her thick, dark waves of hair off her shoulder. “Coming right up,” she hummed, then turned on her heel to retreat to the kitchen.

The men at the table turned their attention to Brooke as soon as Vanessa had left, some confused, others amused. “Who are you and what the fuck did you do with Brooke?” One of them asked.

Brooke’s eyes did not leave the menu, pointedly so. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I always wondered what your type was,” Kevin remarked. “It makes sense, you got taste. Though I doubt a lesbian could stomach working here.”

“You don’t know that,” she scoffed. “Lesbians are stronger than you give us credit for, not just in the literal sense.”

Ryan quirked his brow. “What, so you can tell she likes chicks? Or is it wishful thinking?”

Brooke blushed and looked down. Maybe it was wishful thinking. What were the odds that the most beautiful girl she had ever seen would not only be her waitress, but a fellow queer lady as well? She knew better than to get her hopes up, logically, but when that waitress returned with the drinks, logic was just out of the question.

“Y’all decided on what you’re getting?”

And like before, the guys placed their orders with no issue. But once again, Brooke was flustered and tongue tied, scrambling to find something appetizing to throw out there. “I um…I’ll have the shrimp and spinach salad.”

Vanessa nodded, reading the orders back to the group to make sure everything was correct. “I’ll get this right in,” she hummed, giving Brooke’s shoulder a light squeeze.

Another waitress stopped Vanessa on her way back from dropping the order off. “You know you’re supposed to do that innocent touchy shit with the guys, right?”

“You gotta chill and let me enjoy one damn six-top,” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “‘Sides, my dyke senses were tingling, so it still counts.”

“Dyke senses?”

“Only straight people say ‘gaydar’, and they don’t even have it.”

Her coworker just rolled her eyes. “Long as they tip the same,” she retorted before leaving with a tray of plates.

Vanessa scoffed. “Straight girls don’t know shit,” she muttered to herself. If there was one thing she knew, it was when someone was fawning over her. It wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence in her line of work, after all. And sure, straight men and not-straight women express it differently, but as she would explain it - the vibe was all the same.

The train of thought she was on came to a halt by the sound of a bell dinging behind her. “Vanjie! Got the order for table eighteen,” one of the line cooks called out.

“Got it!” She confirmed, loading up the serving tray and taking the meticulously balanced walk across the restaurant to serve the customers. “Enjoy,” she chirped pleasantly, but threw a subtle wink in Brooke Lynn’s direction.

“You guys saw that, right?” Brooke asked once they were alone.

“Saw what?”

“She winked at me. Told you I was onto something.”

“No you didn’t.”

She huffed. Those guys wouldn’t pay attention to anything unless it was in a car or a bikini. Whatever, she knew what she saw and went on to eat her food while trying to think about what her next move should be.

But as if he could read her thoughts, Theo piped up with “So, what’re you gonna do about it? You know, if you’re so convinced she’s into you or whatever.”

Brooke shrugged, poking around at her food. The shrimp was overcooked and the spinach was sad and wilted from being egregiously overdressed with a too-bitter balsamic. “You know how wildly inappropriate it is to hit on someone while they’re at work, right?” There was a deafening silence from the rest of the table. “Right?”

“Cassie and I met at her job,” Ryan defended quietly.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Regardless, I’m not going to put her on the spot like that. If anything is meant to happen, it’ll happen when it’s supposed to.”

“Right, say hi to your cats for me.”

Before Brooke could offer a comeback, Vanessa had returned to check in. “You have cats?” She asked brightly. “I just adopted a kitty. Always thought I was a dog person, but that lil thing just sucked me in like,” she made a ‘suction’ noise, making the blonde giggle.

“Cute things do have that effect,” she replied, smiling up at her and batting her lashes.

Vanessa bit back a grin. “You right on that. Everything else good here?” With a positive confirmation, she turned back on her heel and left.

The guys exchanged glances, murmuring amongst themselves. “Okay, maybe you aren’t completely delusional,” Kevin teasingly conceded. “You should definitely say something, though.”

“Not happening.”

“Why? You both seem to like… cats,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making the other men laugh.

Brooke set her napkin on top of her barely-touched meal and finished off her drink. “Just drop it, okay? On the off chance I am misreading the signals, I don’t want to weird her out.”

There was a silently collective decision to drop the subject and pay their separated bills. Some of them took to-go boxes while others, such as Brooke, decided to just leave it.

“Was everything alright? Looks like you ain’t even touch it,” Vanessa observed.

“Oh,” she looked down and cleared her throat, “I just wasn’t very hungry,” she assured kindly. The last thing she wanted after all this was to get the waitress in any sort of trouble. In fact, she made sure that every member of the group tipped their fair share.

“That’s everything then,” Vanessa chirped when she handed out the to-go boxes. “Y’all have a good night,” she said to a polite chorus of ‘you too’.

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“Yo, B, you got a visitor!” Theo called from the front of the shop. It wasn’t more than twenty minutes before closing, leaving just the two coworkers and their guest.

Brooke pulled herself up from under the car she had been working on. It was an old corvette from the sixties that she was fixing up for a nice elderly man. “Coming!” She called back, admittedly confused. Customers rarely asked for her specifically (and it wasn’t hard to figure out why), but when she did see who it was, she was even more surprised.

“You’re Brooke Lynn, I take it?” Vanessa asked as Theo made a sudden beeline out of the room.

She blinked, nodding. “You wear your uniform in case I forgot who you are?” She laughed, then furrowed her brows. “How’d you find me anyway?”

“Nah, just got off my shift, and I got it from this,” she handed her one of the shop’s business cards that had ‘ask for brooke lynn’ scrawled on the back.

Brooke took the card and looked over her shoulder. “Those little shits,” she chuckled and shook her head before facing the shorter girl again. “I’m sorry, they mean well, but–”

Vanessa waved her hands to draw her attention (and to get her to stop talking). “I wouldn’t have come round if I didn’t wanna see you,” she pointed out. “Y’know, your uniform is pretty sexy too.”

She looked down at her clothes with furrowed brows. Her coveralls were unzipped to her waist and tied around it and she had a white, ribbed tank top that was covered in grease and dirt stains, as was the rest of her exposed skin. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail with a red bandanna covering most of the top of her head. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Nah I’m bein’ for real, that grease monkey shit is hot.”

Brooke tilted her head, a small smirk playing on her lips. Now, she was in her element. This was her domain. She sauntered past her and grabbed the latch of the garage door, pulling it shut. They could close a few minutes early, she had more important things to attend to. “Then maybe I could take a look under your hood.”

Vanessa snorted. “You lucky you cute with that corny shit,” she leaned against the hood of the frontmost car and beckoned her over with a curled finger.

First, Brooke untied the coveralls around her waist, wiggling out of them and kicking them off. The shorts she had on underneath were probably as short as Vanessas, showing off her long, toned legs as she made her way over. She placed her hands down on either side of the brunette, lowering herself to eye level before leaning in and kissing her deeply, one hand moving to snake around her waist.

It was easy for Vanessa to melt into the kiss. She moved her arms up to drape around her neck, only to be caught off guard when her wrists were grabbed and arms were pinned above her head.

Brooke smirked down at her, keeping her arms pinned with one hand as she kissed down her jaw and neck, littering the expanse of bronze skin with dark purple hickies. She let go of her wrists, using both hands to pull off her shirt before trailing her lips down to her chest, unhooking her bra just as her lips reached one of her nipples.

This wasn’t exactly how Vanessa envisioned this encounter going. Based on how awkward and giggly the other girl had been during their first meeting, she thought for sure she would be walking up on a cute, submissive thing. But she was putty in Brooke’s hands and, to her further surprise, she absolutely loved it. It sent her heart into overdrive and spread goosebumps across her skin.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” she murmured as she alternated between teasing one nipple with her tongue and the other with her fingers. Her free hand hooked into the elastic of her orange shorts and tugged them down as much as she could until she had to use her other hand as well to get the job done.

“Mm, you are too,” Vanessa knocked the bandanna off of her head in the process of taking her hairband out, running her fingers through the mess of blonde hair. Normally she would be deep into dirty talking by now, but something about this girl left her damn near speechless - and that, no pun intended, was saying something.

Brooke shifted, now on her knees in front of her. She swatted Vanessa’s legs apart before kissing up her inner thighs, lips teasingly ghosting over the damp patch on her panties. She smirked when she felt the shudder that ran through her body and looked up, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she slowly pulled down her panties with her teeth.

Vanessa’s entire body felt like it was on fire, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat and both her face and chest were flushed red. It was never this easy to get her so worked up, and in the back of her mind, she had to wonder what the hell it was about her that got under her skin like this.

It didn’t help that Brooke was savoring every whimper and moan she elicited and drew every movement out longer. It felt like ages before her tongue was circling Vanessa’s clit and her finger was easing inside of her, but taking her sweet time to build up a satisfying pace.

Much unlike her usual demeanor, Vanessa was whimpering and whining, her hips pushing her lower body off the car hood and towards her, only to have a calloused hand push down on her hip in a silent command to stay put. And unlike her still, she obeyed.

Brooke finally decided to give her a bit of relief, fucking her with two fingers while fervently licking and sucking on her clit. The more Vanessa trembled and moaned, the more eager she was to please, unable to hide her overwhelming desire to make this pretty girl come.

And boy was that rapidly approaching. Vanessa was finding it harder and harder to keep her hips still, panting and biting down on her knuckles as her body twitched and spasmed, then bucked up sharply when her orgasm finally hit.

But even then, Brooke kept her fingers and tongue working fast and passionately until she was absolutely certain that Vanessa was spent (and maybe a little bit more after that for good measure). She moved her head up from between her thighs and placed a light kiss to her lips, though she lingered a bit before pulling back. “You wanna hit the showers? I got my own personal stall, kind of.”

Vanessa laughed breathlessly. “We both smellin’ rank as hell, huh?” She threw her top and shorts on, just on the off chance that someone popped up between the front of the shop and the showers.

As the two of them cleaned up, Brooke acknowledged that she was in a bit of disbelief. She would have never anticipated getting this out of a trip to Hooters. It made up for the inedible meal and then some.

And she supposed that was why no one was surprised when that was her pick on her turn for the crew’s dinner outing.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #smut #joley

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missjanjie · 4 years

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Branjie Fic | Baby, You Can Drive My Car

Title: Baby, You Can Drive My Car Summary: Brooke Lynn is a mechanic that has never been thrilled when her coworker picks Hooters as the spot for their weekly dinner. That is, until, she meets a waitress that brings out a whole other side of her. And maybe that waitress finds out something about herself as well. Word Count: ~2.8k Relationship: Branjie (Brooke Lynn Hytes/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo) Rating: E

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“Ay, BL, hit the showers!” A coverall-clad man tossed a towel at her. “We’re going out to eat, it’s Theo’s turn to pick, so you know what that means.”

Of course she did, and with a roll of her eyes and a dry laugh, she replied “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” before heading into the locker room to shower up.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, the group of six was seated promptly, and everything seemed to be business as usual.

Then their waitress came over.

“You gonna tell me what you wanna drink, sweetie?”

The men at the table turned their attention to Brooke as soon as Vanessa had left, some confused, others amused. “Who are you and what the fuck did you do with Brooke?” One of them asked.

Brooke’s eyes did not leave the menu, pointedly so. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I always wondered what your type was,” Kevin remarked. “It makes sense, you got taste. Though I doubt a lesbian could stomach working here.”

“You don’t know that,” she scoffed. “Lesbians are stronger than you give us credit for, not just in the literal sense.”

Ryan quirked his brow. “What, so you can tell she likes chicks? Or is it wishful thinking?”

“Y’all decided on what you’re getting?”

Vanessa nodded, reading the orders back to the group to make sure everything was correct. “I’ll get this right in,” she hummed, giving Brooke’s shoulder a light squeeze.

Another waitress stopped Vanessa on her way back from dropping the order off. “You know you’re supposed to do that innocent touchy shit with the guys, right?”

“You gotta chill and let me enjoy one damn six-top,” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “‘Sides, my dyke senses were tingling, so it still counts.”

“Dyke senses?”

“Only straight people say ‘gaydar’, and they don’t even have it.”

Her coworker just rolled her eyes. “Long as they tip the same,” she retorted before leaving with a tray of plates.

The train of thought she was on came to a halt by the sound of a bell dinging behind her. “Vanjie! Got the order for table eighteen,” one of the line cooks called out.

“You guys saw that, right?” Brooke asked once they were alone.

“Saw what?”

“She winked at me. Told you I was onto something.”

“No you didn’t.”

But as if he could read her thoughts, Theo piped up with “So, what’re you gonna do about it? You know, if you’re so convinced she’s into you or whatever.”

“Cassie and I met at her job,” Ryan defended quietly.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Regardless, I’m not going to put her on the spot like that. If anything is meant to happen, it’ll happen when it’s supposed to.”

“Right, say hi to your cats for me.”

“Cute things do have that effect,” she replied, smiling up at her and batting her lashes.

Vanessa bit back a grin. “You right on that. Everything else good here?” With a positive confirmation, she turned back on her heel and left.

The guys exchanged glances, murmuring amongst themselves. “Okay, maybe you aren’t completely delusional,” Kevin teasingly conceded. “You should definitely say something, though.”

“Not happening.”

“Why? You both seem to like… cats,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making the other men laugh.

Brooke set her napkin on top of her barely-touched meal and finished off her drink. “Just drop it, okay? On the off chance I am misreading the signals, I don’t want to weird her out.”

There was a silently collective decision to drop the subject and pay their separated bills. Some of them took to-go boxes while others, such as Brooke, decided to just leave it.

“Was everything alright? Looks like you ain’t even touch it,” Vanessa observed.

“That’s everything then,” Vanessa chirped when she handed out the to-go boxes. “Y’all have a good night,” she said to a polite chorus of ‘you too’.

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“Yo, B, you got a visitor!” Theo called from the front of the shop. It wasn’t more than twenty minutes before closing, leaving just the two coworkers and their guest.

“You’re Brooke Lynn, I take it?” Vanessa asked as Theo made a sudden beeline out of the room.

She blinked, nodding. “You wear your uniform in case I forgot who you are?” She laughed, then furrowed her brows. “How’d you find me anyway?”

“Nah, just got off my shift, and I got it from this,” she handed her one of the shop’s business cards that had ‘ask for brooke lynn’ scrawled on the back.

Brooke took the card and looked over her shoulder. “Those little shits,” she chuckled and shook her head before facing the shorter girl again. “I’m sorry, they mean well, but--”

“Nah I’m bein’ for real, that grease monkey shit is hot.”

Vanessa snorted. “You lucky you cute with that corny shit,” she leaned against the hood of the frontmost car and beckoned her over with a curled finger.

It was easy for Vanessa to melt into the kiss. She moved her arms up to drape around her neck, only to be caught off guard when her wrists were grabbed and arms were pinned above her head.

Vanessa laughed breathlessly. “We both smellin’ rank as hell, huh?” She threw her top and shorts on, just on the off chance that someone popped up between the front of the shop and the showers.

And she supposed that was why no one was surprised when that was her pick on her turn for the crew’s dinner outing.

#branjie #branjie fic #rpdr rpf #unbeta'd yall are just gonna take it as is lol

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gg-astrology · 6 years

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Red Velvet: Sun and Moon

💕Hello! I wanted to talk about Red Velvet’s Sun and Moon today! I think I’ll be adding in their decans to these analysis, because it helps color them better individually. I figured this a good series to start off with before I jump into doing each of the members individually. Since I’ve only made one of these posts before for Black Pink, I wanted to see how dense it would be, now that I’ve had some practice! There’s already an overview of Yerim up but hopefully this would be more of a focus to her character! 💕

💕disclaimer: i’m no expert on astrology but these are my interpretations of the signs and how they’re working based on my experiences with them. Everyone has different opinions and studies in astrology, all interpretation and experiences within the realm is valid. However feel free to make your own post or skip if you strongly disagree. There might be inaccuracy and difference in opinions. But the point of this post is to relate, entertain and have a fun time. I’m hoping to validate people with similar experiences and get people excited about the girls+ astrology. Also, since we don’t know most of their birth times, I’m using the standard 12.00pm💕

Bae Joo Hyun (Irene)

29 March 1991 (Daegu, Korea) Aries Sun/Virgo Moon

God I love her so much, she’s so fucking good

Irene is such a freaking good example of Arian beauty, I know there’s alot of gushing about Libra/Taurus because of their ruling planet Venus. But Aries native are REALLY beautiful, their Mars energy is invigorating and exuberant to be around.

If Venus ruled signs are like catching a wiff of something pleasant, the tinkling laughter in the wind- Mars beauty is like the heated-humid draft of a sauna on your skin, and the first swallow of something hot down your throat after freezing your ass off in the cold.

There’s something about them that feels like you’re eyes are opened for the first time, they wake up your senses. Their energy is felt so palpably. It’s like that moment where you realize you’ve been in love with the person for a really long time, and just noticed all of their beauty; ‘oh shit, they’re actually GORGEOUS’

Irene has both Mars and Venus energy in her Sun/Moon sign, since her Aries sun is in 1st decan (Mars ruled) and her Virgo moon is in 3rd decan (Venus ruled/Taurus)

Since the Venus is in her moon, it’s not apparent on her face. It’s is however, in her eyes.

Virgos-Taurus people tend to have really expressive eyes. And even though she tends to keep them less expressive (This is because of Virgo moon’s emotional discipline and reserved nature) , the moment she smolders or gaze at you- there’s a charm that just magnetize you to her.

You know that gaze is extremely attractive, and it’s harmonic in nature (Taurus/Venus). But her aura/face/expression itself. Wow that’s all Aries.

What makes Arian beautiful is it’s in force. It’s compulsion, and you feel coerced into stopping in your track. There’s something there that made you stop breathing for a second because of them. That’s why she can be seen as so beautiful, but at the same time so intimidating.

It’s not the same kind of intimidating that Scorpio or Capricorn has (it’s - Arian intimidation is like a a game of tag, there’s a playfulness to it but also a mischievous energy that’s bewitching.

Also, her eyebrows is really Aries? People with strong Arian influence have similar eyebrows. Strong and kinda shaped in pressuring way.They look like they could be in a gang and take your money and they all hang out together somehow. (Lisa, Yoongi, Taehyung and more but thats all I’ve looked into so far)

The sun symbolizes your ego, your sense of self and your self-expression. Aries sun typically are more laid back than what people realize, they like hanging out with friends and enjoys great company more than people think. They’re not introverted nor extroverted, they can be away from people to do their own thing because they’re independent (Irene is a homebody, and thats mostly her Virgo moon), but they generally like to have fun. In a way they can be pretty ambivert when they want to be.

Aries aren’t as ‘wild’ or ‘out there’ as people think they are. They aren’t like air signs who actually feels good talking to others. Aries tends to stick to close knit groups of friends they carry with them, usually through years of knowing each other.

There’s not much that they can’t accept in other people, which they’re pretty sympathetic to other’s plight. But god, don’t ever wrong them.

They have some seriously strong moral code that they live by, and if someone ever crosses that line they’ll let them know immediately that they’re not pleased.

They have no patience for people who crosses those morals, and they usually defend those around them as well.

They’re not self-centered, they actually have a pretty grounded sense of self/others. It’s half way from being detached like an air-sign or people-cautious like an earth-sign. Fire sign sees themselves as a separate entity from others and expects others do the same.

They innately feel that everyone has this sense of self-ego and self-expression and we’re all kind of sharing this energy with each other? Vibing off but not sucking energy off of each other seems to be the key.

That’s why sometimes they get confused when air signs refuses to share anything private about themselves with others, or water signs tries to live precariously through others becomes dangerous. It panics and confuse them when others don’t see that self-independence and having the freedom to be themselves is something extremely important. And they’re pretty noble in assuming the good in humanity at all in any relationships.

Irene really shows off her Arian traits when she smiles or laughs with her friend. You can see that she’s much more laid back with interpersonal relationship than people seem to realize. It makes them want to get to know her, however intimidating she might be. And she’s not opposed to it! She’s actually pretty open to friendship, but only to those who come to her sincerely and honestly. She’s not one for playing mind games with others, and she doesn’t need anyone who would complicate her life. They wouldn’t get any time of her day.

Aries sun typically doesn’t like to put up airs or front, they’re direct, straight forward and pretty honest to others and to themselves. They feel like it hinders communication and progress, they like to be themselves and they like to be in presence of others who are just themselves as well.

That’s why Irene really doesn’t put on airs at all, what you see is just her being honest and earnest to others around her in hopes that they’ll give the same respect back.

Since the moon symbolizes one’s emotions and subconscious/thoughts, and her Aries sun is pretty honest - her feelings inside is probably projected on her face pretty often. She’s really not hiding anything, the Sun IS reflecting truthfully what her moon is like. But the problem in itself is her moon and how she deals with her emotions.

Virgo moon can have a hard time relating to others in a way that’s passive, because they’re always productive and progressive, they’re always trying to find solutions to the problem, or immediately jump to do something to make the other person better. Self-sufficiency is important to Virgo natives, and the way they relate to others is to help offer solutions that might have them become self-sufficient too. Sometimes, when you just want someone to listen to you and not offer criticism, they’re pretty bad at taking those cues.

On Irene, as one’s moon it can make the person overthink or be harder on themselves when there’s no reason to be. Their strive/drive for self-sufficiency keeps them busy, so they’re always bustling around with abit of nervous energy trying to keep their minds busy and their emotions ‘productive’. This in itself is pretty healthy, if they learn how to moderate.

However, Virgo moons tends to overwork itself to the point of blocking emotions they deem ‘unproductive’ or they can’t ‘fix’/’find a solution to’. It can lead to them being more self-critical and self-decrepitating than they should be, and can really lower their self-confidence.

They also try to emotionally discipline themselves, thinking that if they try to structure and create order in their emotions- they can work through it productively. Truthfully, this isn’t how emotions are supposed to work. They tend adopt a cautious, reserved nature because of this. And it still doesn’t fix or help them gain back their self-confidence.

Irene can be a bit reserved emotionally. But because of her Aries Sun her emotions aren’t immediately tied to how she probably feels about herself. She has that regal look, that outward ego she projects that stands strong. Honestly, if she had anything other than a fire sun, her virgo moon would’ve been much more apparent or toxic in nature. They balance each other out in a way.

Virgo natives also tends to be much shier. Much like Pisces they’re about more responsive and receptive to those around them. Virgo is ruled by Mercury, so there’s a need for communication with the world outside. Virgos are responsive when communicated with, and they appear to have good senses in what to do to respond to people. They value efficiency, and that usually means direct and open communicators.

They appreciate high standards in other people, since they tend to hold themselves at a standard that’s harder to achieve as well. They have an appreciation for what is appropriate (topics/conversation/art) and appreciate people who respect them for it.

Virgos are really nurturing, they like to do little things for others even if they never say it aloud for ask for any credits. Little forms of love and dedication is how they show their appreciation for someone. And sometimes they can be hard on themselves for not being able to show their feelings of love in grander or ‘heartfelt’ ways (they compare themselves to other signs a lot, and admire them for things they cannot do).

It probably benefited her a lot to be in a group, because her Virgo moon wants to help serve and be appreciated for her work and the effort she put into caring for others. She feels more useful in group settings than alone. Although they’re reserved, that doesn’t mean they like to be alone all the time.

They can have pretty low self-esteem which can lead to insecurities or self-destructive behaviour. They can feel like they’re not enough, not ‘good’ enough not ‘productive’ enough. They’re the type to be on a feedback loop, since they work on responses. If they feel they aren’t ‘good’ enough they ‘work’ on it immediately. They don’t tend to dwell in the feelings.

It’s a bad habit that should be taken in moderation, I really think being around the members helps her so much with regulating it and not putting herself down too much. She also seems much happier to be around them because she knows they appreciate her and gives her the satisfaction she needs.

They possess great professionalism. Her Aries has an energizing, pro-active entrepreneurial spirit, and it’s amplified by Virgo’s high standards making her a responsible and take certain initiatives that will help others around her.

Being a leader for her might’ve felt complicated since emotionally, she’s uncomfortable being in the spotlight (Virgo moon) but at the same time, she won’t say no to a challenge. She’s pretty daring like this right? She won’t give up before she tries and that’s for anything she does.

Virgos are naturally curious, and they tend to be critical when making an argument. This can lead to her offering cold and sometimes unsympathetic but very practical advice to others. To water-moons this can be extremely infuriating, but often times it’s meant to help them better themselves. She cares for others, even though her devotion and compassion may be misunderstood. She’s gentle and moderate and often- practices emotional discipline.

With how the public holds her in such high standards, I’m sure she realizes to a certain extent that it’s something she doesn’t like to talk about. Virgos’ already prone to being self-critical, when it’s in her moon and she’s often in a society that talks constantly about her look -it can put on unnecessary and weight and pressure on her to evaluate herself every single turn. Without proper self-confidence or esteem it can be crushing to the generally shy native Virgos. They don’t even like the spot light being on them since it generally means their life is going to get hectic and messy.

People of this combo typically prefers honesty and simplicity. There’s really nothing more to Arian or Virgo natives than their need to have a clean, simplified and pure people around them. They tend to live simply and likes streamlining everything, often times they know it’ll help progress everything much faster if people would just listen to them more.

(how can u look at this gif and not think she’s a virgo? uwu precious soft baby 💕)

Kang Seul Gi

February 10 1994 (Gyeonggi-do, Korea) - Aquarius Sun/Aquarius Moon

God I love her, I love her even more when I realize she’s a Taurus rising according to her birth time (11.30am - thank you Natal Goddess Sunmi!! 💕)

Seulgi has her sun in the 3rd decan, ruled by Venus/Libra. Her beauty and charm is so alluring - she turns heads just by being herself! People with Venus/Libra ruling their Sun (ego/self-expression) tends to have this charming and attractive aura about them.

In her Aquarius sun it brings about good fortune and popularity since her individuality stands out even more. You know how she doesn’t have a conventional-style pretty face? That’s the effect of Venus-ruled Aquarian natives.

It also makes the Aquarius more romantic. Although they are notoriously known for their aloof and standoffish traits, Aquarius can be incredibly romantic especially in this position. They can match the emotional intensity water-signs have in their affection, and their devotion to those that they love are massive.

Aquarius natives under this influence still retains their eccentric and unique personality. Although it’s softened considerably they can be obstinately stubborn (even more with her Taurus rising).

They love hanging out with people, especially loved ones. And they’re excitable and joyous to be around. People with Venus ruled Libra in their sun (ego) generally prefers to keep peace and resolve any confrontation through charm or wit instead.

It also makes them a bit brighter in their aura, and they tend to be more optimistic and less argumentative than any of their Aquarius counterparts.

She’s friendly to those around her and Aquarius are known for their open-mindedness and easy to talk to personality. However, it can also lead to being strong-headed and persistence, even stubborn natured sometimes when it comes to perfecting something they view as their artistry - since it fuels their ego directly.

Seulgi’s hard work and determination is fueled partially through her self-expression and ego. She has pride in her work, and her work should be aesthetically pleasing. Her connections to her craft and artistry has to be expressed fully, and she gets naggy if it’s not.

In a way, Aquarius ruled by Libra are kind of similar to Virgos but less severe. Their dedication to perfecting their work, or things they sees as important is very faithful to their craft. Individuality and self-expression takes on a turn that’s much more serious than Aquarian natives tends to realize.

There’s a strong emphasis on harmonic energy and self-expression that comes intuitively to her.

With her Aquarius Moon in 2nd Decan, her mind and ability to connect to people makes her so expressive to be around. Her moods and emotions are influenced by Mercury/Gemini- which means it changes rapidly and you can see it all in her face sometimes.

When innovation (Aquarius) combined thinking/expression (Mercury) - Seulgi’s mind can think of really ingenious and fresh original ideas that no one had thought of before.

She is quick-witted and a fast thinker, has intellectual abilities that analyzes situations and come up with solutions through thinking logically and unconventionally.

She is also very pleasant speaker who sun’s charming element really helps to grabs everyone’s respect through her moon/mind’s abilities.

She’s not necessarily emotional, but her sun’s romantic qualities more than makes up for her with it. She’s not the type to rush into relationships, butshe’s willing to devote herself in romantic affections than the typical aloof Aquarius archetypes.

This combination under the rule of the Decans really lucked out on her, because she even if tends to use her head more, she has a lot of tender affection she’s willing to give. Her communication skills really helps balance and keeps things along, and she’s amazingly devoted to those that she loves.

One thing though, she can be so charming and alluring through both her sun/moon Decan that she tends to come across as flirty/attract others to her even if she was just being friendly.

As an Air sign Aquarius are much more prone to jealousy than Libra/Gemini. Usually when it comes to intelligence, they want to know that their mind and vision inspires others or influence them most.

Seulgi might be jealous too sometimes, when she feels overlooked or overshadowed by others. Although she probably won’t throw a fit about it, she can get sulky and hurt.

(Seulgi’s part is shorter because I’m going to do a full chart analysis of her later! I wanted to save some stuff for those 💗)

Son Seung Wan (Wendy)

[Edit: i got her birthday wrong sdjkfn her moon placement have changed, this is an edited section! I’ll post Pisces sun/Leo moon sometime later for those who have the placements so you can read it]

February 21 1994 (Seoul, Korea) Pisces Sun/Gemini Moon

Gemini 3rd decan (Uranus/Aquarius)

Let’s touch on her moon first this time! Wendy’s moon is a Gemini in 3rd decan, which is ruled by Uranus/Aquarius.

It’s such a great placement because it gives her introverted water sun a social placement to channel all that energy through! It also balances her out, making her more stable and ambivert instead of just introspective that Pisces sun tends to do.

Now Air-moons in general needs a lot of mental stimuli and activities to feel rejuvenated, usually they’re the types to need to hang out with friends at all time, especially with an Aquarius influence she often appears more socially active than the rest of her members.

Aquarius/Uranus decan rules the eleventh house, which is the house of friends and social groups. She’s a very friend-oriented individual. Despite needing time alone to contemplate about stuff (Pisces sun) she wants to hang out with people all the time. Her Gemini moon is pretty reactive (like a fire-sign) there’s a nervous energy to it that needs immediate gratification to get out.

The difference between Wendy’s Gemini Moon (Aquarius decan) and Seulgi’s Aquarius moon (Libra decan) is that in Gemini are a bit more practical and callous than Libra. Whilst Libra is selective, open and often compromising Gemini tends to be more quick-witted, absorbant and more interested in just having more conversations than selecting those people. To Libra, there’s a subtle reserved quality to it that Gemini don’t tend to have.

In Gemini Moons there’s also a stronger need to external responses, social media and talking to people. She tends to be the type of roommate who would probably want to talk and actually connect with who she’s living with, rather than approach them cautiously or expect them to start conversations all the time.

Gemini makes great conversationalists, and they’re pretty open-minded and free-spirited. Combined with Aquarius influence she tends to make friends in heaps and loads. She’s very friendly and very expressive, tends to be out-going (even if she needs time alone for her Pisces sun) and are very easy to talk to.

Although Gemini gets a reputation for being kind of short-attention, fake, indecisive and wishy-washy, they’re not. It’s their curiousity and that drives them, if they’re engaged in something they’re rational and logical about their approach.

You can’t absorb information in just one sitting (no matter what Sagittarius or Capricorn may say). They know that the way to learn is to take it in smaller steps. You shouldn’t study something for more than 30 minutes at a time, because that’s how attention span works. Gemini utilize this, they’re intelligent and up-beat to be around because they know how to manage and accept common sense.

There’s something so eye catching about Wendy, her Pisces sun definitely gave her that look of someone otherworldly but it’s her wit and the Uranus influence on her Moon that gives her eyes a sharp and playful edge. She seems honest and willing to listen to others, which is a very big asset to her success.

She has a dreamy, whimsical sense of self-expression and it comes through on her face. Wendy’s ‘unreal’ beauty is actually her Pisces sun working to weave her subconscious and reality together and giving her that soft, dreamy vibes.

Wendy’s sun (self-expression) is hidden underneath her moon’s exterior. The air moon really projected itself outward, because there’s more of a need for interactions and activities. Her emotional growth depends on it more so than her personal one.

To Wendy, she probably believes more in her ability to talk and her intellect rather than charm them into being attracted to her. It’s much more important for these placements that there’s someone who understands and appreciates their intellect more than their looks. Since Pisces is pretty shy, she might often use her moon to compensate for her sun, which can lead to her suppressing her Pisces (ego/self confidence) instead. This isn’t healthy and it can lead to more insecurities about herself as well as comparison to others, since her air-moon will always try to connect everything to the outside world - her Pisces sun (ego) might be hurt and feel helpless in this situation.

There’s benefits to having a Pisces moon, and she should make sure to take advantage of that! She can be wise instead of just intelligent and smart, there’s a difference. She gives all sorts of good advice when she actually sits down and let her Sun take control for a second.

Pisces usually make their advice from inside of the person, whilst Gemini seeks to find advice externally. With her suppressing her Pisces, she might not feel as confident or connected to her own self-expression and confidence, she might lose control of knowing who she really is beneath the overwhelming Gemini moon that she has. But she should believe that there’s something really ingenious and authentic in her Pisces that she could use to help others.The pisces sun has been through the cycle of the zodiac, and they’re very compassionate in nature.

Reasons why she might not trust her Pisces sun compared to her Gemini moon are various. First of all, the Gemini moon already tries to exude or imitate an ‘external’ self already. This is just how Geminis are in any placement of a person. (They’re the twins, so if someone has Gemini in different placements on their chart, they tend to have different gemini ‘personas’ for each of those signs as well)

Pisces suns are pretty adaptable, but at the same time they can be nervous and unreliable. Sure they’ll be there for people, but if a situation isn’t turning out well, they��re way more fluid and adaptable and would probably be gone before it even turns awry.

Pisces can often be often misunderstood. They tend to spend a good portion of their life yearning for understanding from society, this might also be why she seek to use her Gemini Moon so much because this way, she can make up for the insecurities her Pisces sun might feel.

Since Pisces is ruled by Neptune, they can sometimes idealize or romanticize concepts- even toxicity and suffering can be made into self-delusions into thinking it’s a good thing to suffer. Sure, she thinks it’s troublesome and maybe she’s kind of sick of herself, but learning to love and accept part of you, to cherish part of you is so so important. As soon as she learn this, her Sun will immediately shine brighter and help her improve her overall stability so much more.

Pisces suns are great at seeing the bigger picture, since they’re bigger dreamers as well. They’re calming and comfortable to be around because they exude that aura of understanding about them. There’s a deep love for humanity in Pisces, but the tiny little details of daily life can escape them.

With all the energy the moon brings she might have a tendency to under appreciate her sun. There’s abit of a confusion here because even though she’s confident and head strong in her ability to choose people wisely and connect with others, she does want to be appreciated for her softer qualities that she doesn’t do for herself sometimes. It can be deeply hopelessly romantic with her.

Those who compliments her intellect are nice, and she’s proud of that. But what really touches her heart is when someone notices her compassionate, giving and kind nature. Because she herself doesn’t acknowledge her own sun sometimes (or forget about it)

Her Pisces qualities is often neglected more often when it’s pushed back in lure of social interaction, there’s just no time for bringing it out when she’s too busy living in the now.

Make sure to take care of her softer heart and let it be heard instead of silencing or denying it would benefit her so much, I’m sure she’ll work on it soon.

Park Soo Young (Joy)

September 3, 1996 (Jeju Island, Korea) Virgo Sun/ Taurus Moon

god look at this beauty queen

Both her Virgo sun and Taurus moon are in decans that are influenced by Capricorn, Joy is really our Earthy Queen since that means she has all three earth signs in her chart.

Decans are like the overarching tonality in your life on how it influences the placements, so with her Virgo sun and Taurus moon- there’s a slow moving but stead-fast determined presence about her that’ll get her through hardships in life.

Since Saturn is kind of somber and solemn, influencing both her ego/self-expression and her emotions she can be alot more serious and critical than what we see.

This also makes her kind of awkward when she’s uncomfortable, she’s definitely professional and she does her job well- but you can see that she’s very stiff when she’s dealing with strangers (not like Irene who’s reserved but is confident in herself. but rather, Joy is more like she doesn’t know how to deal with things when it’s not familiar or objective)

As soon as she opens up however (familiarize herself) she’s much more out-going and warm with the people around her (Taurus Moon).

Often very forward, direct and appreciates the same sentiment. (Earth Signs) It can throw people off because they’re very touchy and loving, even though they won’t say it or express it lightly. (Taurus Moon)

WGM with Sungjae? That’s Joy after she’s comfortable with people. You can be sure they’ve hung out outside, and he’s probably great at getting people to open up with sincerity because that’s the only thing that will make her comfortable around you.

To be honest, out of all the members she probably has the hardest placement to go through. Since Saturn is influencing her life, she probably has to face different circumstances and more oppositions compared to the other members in order to get to where she is today.

Lower rating on her TV shows might hurt her emotionally/self-confidence (all earth signs takes great pride in their work and capabilities), but she has such set determination and practicality in her that she knows she’ll do better and better and eventually- when she’s won an award, she might burst out crying since it’s so very important to her.

There’s so much emphasis here on her work ethic, it’s her life and goals. She wants to be appreciated and respected for her abilities and ambition. If she does something she wants to do it right, she doesn’t care if she does it right the first time or the second time, as long as she achieved credibility and helped inspire people around her.(She’ll preen)

She has a lot of feelings when it comes to work as well as domestic life, you can tell she’s abit more of a homebody too. Family is important to her, but so are close friends.

She’s the type to hang out with people she’s close to exclusively since she’s much more comfortable with them. So when you see that she’s not hanging out with her actor friends, don’t worry that they haven’t invited her. Most likely, she probably panicked and tried to get out of it because earth-signs themselves can be kind of introverted in a very reclusive/hermit way. She probably breathed a sign of relief, because social interactions really isn’t much of her strong point unless it’s one-on-one.

Joy’s not the type to get upset or emotional when it comes to people hurting her feelings. In fact she can easily shrug it off, it doesn’t matter because they don’t know her. What she does care about however, is someone accusing her of not doing her job well or

Her quiet and intimidating aura definitely came from how Capricorn rules her chart, the way she looks? That’s some hefty dose of earth-sign charm right there. It’s irresistible and it’s full of confidence, it’s not like how Libra-Venus or Fire-signs come across at all. It’s so refreshing to see in the entertainment industry.

She definitely prefers deeper talks and conversations than lighter subjects, and we’re not talking about just discussing politics or philosophical definitions. Joy would rather hear personal stories, things that matters most to people and the vulnerabilities.

She’s easily but deeply moved by people’s sincerity and hardship, extremely compassionate to others pains since she’s been through so much herself as well. It touches her and she feels like she could trust them to be honest with her, establishing a stronger bond with those around her than just wishy washy subjects/people.

She’s all about deep conversations in the middle of the nights and sharing vulnerabilities, since she has a lot of strength to give.

Earth signs are also physically affectionate, and who ever says you can’t pair pragmatism with warmer sentimental emotions are liars. All of her earth signs placements are known to appreciate and love affections, especially physical ones.

Her Taurus moon needs loves and hugs, as she is also adept at giving good ones to others who needs them. Although she seems cold, she’s actually rather warm instead.

Taurus moon are earthy and sentimental. They can be hard-headed due to the influences (Capricorn/Taurus) but they are determined and strong-willed.

There’s a comforting aura about them that makes them easy to talk to, and they love to joke and make others feel good around them by just being themselves.

Familiarity is important to Taurus moon and they’re not prone to changing much about themselves if they feel they’re doing well.

Criticism can also just slide right off of them, although Virgo sun would probably effect her self-confidence, her emotions wouldn’t actually feel hurt because they tend to suppress negative emotions in order to amplify positive ones.

This can lead to outburst or really angry tirade, Taurus Moon anger is unhinged, it’s absolutely terrifying the way you’d expect fire-signs to be but they’re not. Heck, even fire-signs are scared because there’s weight and intensity to Taurean anger. She should take care not to let her emotions build up, be a bit more receptive and accepting of the uglier side of herself.

As well as let other people try to support her sometimes. There can be a heavy emphasis on self-reliance or a need for independent in her chart, but knowing and learning to be more sensitive inside of herself would really help her become astute to her own feelings.

Taurus is ruled by Venus, and there’s definitely a softer, warmer charm to her personality. They’re deeply sentimental, and their stead-fast devotion and dedication can make the people around them fall head over heels for them- not even romantically but just as she is.

Her attractiveness and warmth in her eyes are definitely a Taurus moon trait, and her serene personality is calming to those around.

Most often she’s probably one of the most reliable member in the team, emotionally she’s incredibly strong albeit she might need help when she suppress them so much. Remember when she cried talking to Black Pink? She’s incredibly empathetic to other’s emotions.

All her earth signs placement has a love for simplicity and ‘natural’ stuff in her life. They have a need to streamline and organize things into structure, before setting about doing ‘tasks’ to get it done.

If she ever comes across as intentionally unsympathetic to others, often it’s because the person probably isn’t that great of a person. Earth signs have such a strong emphasis on being noble, honest and distinguished. They hold themselves and others at a higher-standards morally, they absolutely would not stand it when other people are dishonest or unmoral.

There’s a sense that she shines bright, and that’s from her aura of self-sufficiency and self-contentment - this is very Virgo sun. They tend to come across as keenly observant of themselves and their surroundings, and able to keep up with the pace of the world but with amazing stability within themselves.

Virgo suns are also easily embarrassed, despite their shyness and discomfort in the spotlight. Joy can be exceptionally good at keeping a poker face when she wants to be professional due to her Capricorn’s influence, however she gets really easily embarrassed when its personal things. (the behind the scene kiss on her drama? she’s unmoved! it’s just a job!)

There’s a need to feel useful and appreciated in her life, if she has a few free-days that’s fine. But inactivity can really drive Virgo natives up a wall if they feel they aren’t doing something ‘good/productive’ lately. Maybe they tend to be useful to someone, or serve them in voluntary position of some kind. But they like activities and often times can lead to doing or instigating charity project for others around them.

Taureans have a connection to the outside material world, so when they’re hungry - HANGRY really is a true emotion.

Also if you have a hard time imagining what Taurus Moon would be like and how romantic they are....they’re the type to dedicate an entire song to you but also call you up to use a small voice recording of your voice in it as well. (Hobi’s Mama) That’s some heart-thumping take-my-entire-life shit

She’s probably also a little terrified of big changes or stages in her life (Taurus Moon). She did come from Jeju, a relatively small island town into the big city.

People with sensitivity to their environment tends to cry alot but with earth signs all around her- all her feelings are probably suppressed deep deep down. She doesn’t want to burden anyone else with her emotions or her problems, but she should let it out as soon as it happens - the digging feeling inside her chest would only grow if she doesn’t and she can easily be impassive later on in life.

Her showing real actual emotions would be better than keeping it in, even when she feels like she has nothing to contribute or express- be sure to just let it go and it’ll come naturally. Trust in herself and her feelings more.

Kim Ye Rim (Yeri)

March 5, 1999 (Seoul, Korea) Pisces Sun/Libra Moon

Once again we’re back at it with our girl Yeri!

Since I didn’t touch on her decans last time I’m going to go focus more into this now.

Yeri’s Pisces sun is in the 2nd house, ruled by the Moon/Cancer. Out of all the pisces decans, they’re highly intuitive and in touch with their emotions. Sometimes their intuition can be so strong and so precise that it might even seem like six sense.

Since Pisces is ruled by Neptune, people with these decans often feel older than how they actually are. The realms of their subconscious and ability to drift in the inner conscious is so vast and expansive, that often they might appear to have precognitive abilities or just sense danger before it actually happens instead.

Yeri’s Pisces Sun influenced by her Cancer decan also would reflect on how harsh she would take things like death sometimes. Since it’s missing a piece of Scorpio who rules transformation and life-rebirth, immediate change in the external world can be very jarring and ‘sink’ them down very easily despite the emotional barrier Cancer may carry with them.

Their feelings are highly fluctuated and affected, and they can feel things so deeply that is projected from their environment that they tend to break down crying often if they’re feeling emotionally vulnerable.

With her sun being influenced by the moon, she has a deep profound bond and connection to other people’s feelings as well.

Not only is she more adept at understanding her own emotions and getting through her own problems, she has a highly keen empathetic bond and is soothing/serene to be around.

She gives great foresighted advice that may seem wise and well-beyond her years, as well as emanate an aura of reliability about her that tells people everything’s going to be alright.

It’s often easier for her to give than to take however, and this is prone to her Libra moon.

Becareful to not let emotions interfere with her reasoning, as she would often confuse and use her intuition to make logical decisions instead of consulting a rational solution. It can be great, but it can also be harmful in sensitive time.

Her Libra moon is in it’s 2nd decan as well, which is influenced by Aquarius/Uranus energy. These people tends to be a bit harder to crack down than the typical Libraen trait.

They can come across as proud, strong-willed and willing to confront in order to defend their ideals/positions more than any other air signs.

Aquarius also ruled the 11th house, which Libra vibrates excitably at getting the chance to interact with friends, hopes, wishes and social activities more.

The 11th house is social interactions with people and having this influence in her life- especially for her Moon means that she’ll get the benefit of flaunting her softer lighter trait in social groups even more.

Often validations and approvals comes from people who knows/are close to her because she has an innate ability of exceptionally joining sociability to sensitivity and understanding others.

Since Uranus (intellect) influences her Libra’s Venus (romance) she’s less likely to fall into traps or be emotionally vulnerable around people no matter how she much she wants to. This is important, because Aquarius energy on her moon keeps her from doing too much, feeling too much, and it can be restricting for her sometimes but ultimately- it’ll be a good backbone for her.

She might lash out due to how logical and critical she is sometimes, and she’s frustrated at herself because the rest of sun/moon is harmonic, and there’s just this nagging interference. But she has to understand how to accept it, love it and work with it instead.

She’s sentimental and romantic for sure, but behind all that Yeri makes sure she makes her decisions based on wits and logic. Although her Pisces sun might be a bit uncomfortable with that, her emotions/inner self would never let it overtake her.

Since it is a decan, it might be something she has to learn instead of an ingrained ability. She’ll have to grow into learning how to use her logical side the Uranus brings in her moon to inform more of her emotional responses and decisions. But ultimately it is a healthy balancing placement for her to have.

She’s strong, this girl. And she can take a lot of pressure, but to deal with it sometimes she can tend suppress the feelings her Pisces sun/self. Make sure to let it out sometimes, tell someone how hurt she is and be honest with herself in the comfort of people she knows and cares about would help a lot.

💕These are actually really easier to do than just individual member, they’re much less taxing as well! Although I started this before I did the KTH post, I ended up finishing it much later just because I was having a hard time grooming through Irene’s part. God, anyways the only hard thing about this post is having all the members chart pulled up at the same time but otherwise it’s been really fun! 💕

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why did you call osha on a theatre once? (if u dont mind telling the story)

@boredzoi

okay so i dont do theater anymore (tho nostalgia says i miss it). this, ‘company’ was looking for a stage manager last minute and an instructor (who is also a chair of this ‘company’ recommended me and got me in touch the director, we’ll call her ‘wendy’.

wendy said she had an sm ready to go but bc of personal reasons the sm had to drop the job. this particular show was supposed to open in 3 weeks. so i would be coming mid rehearsals. i was told i would be getting paid $300, under the table. rehearsals were 3 days a week and then tech week(end) and i was told that the show was one weekend only. 3 days. fri, sat, sun.

i really wanted to do theater again and this was considered community theater but the ‘company’ was also like an afterschool theater educational thing. they offered voice lessons and whatnot. the cast consisted of a lot of either senior’s in high school or first year college students. and community theater actors that were basically doing gigs and this was particular show as a gig to them. (fancy way of saying a couple of these actor were Older).

my version of community theater was basically educational theater where i was taught, what i believe is, the right way of doing things. i worked with organized people.

when i got to this theater—if you work in community theater, anything can be theater so long as u got some chairs and like, a z-rack and one maybe one flat–this was place i get to is a death trap. it’s an old warehouse by the train tracks and the place next door teaches boxing so you’d hear a lot of bags being hit. the bathroom was up a flight of stairs to an unfinished second floor. when i say unfinished i mean like–it’s just wood and then debris. the bathroom faces the freeway and it was a toilet (clean tho) and sink was barely a sink. the floor–completely unfinished\gutted. it looked like when you’re renovating an old house and you have to gut it to its bare bones.

there’s cables everywhere. a hazard. anybody could have tripped at any time. no dressing rooms. one little office for the girls to share. the guys changed anywhere. backstage was also where the props where. so anywhere and everywhere. no designated sitting area. before u hit the flight of stairs to the bathroom, its another unfinished section—fabric everywhere, z-racks with costumes with no actual logical order. everything is a fire hazard. no bathroom for handicapped ppl, unless they could climb that flight of stairs.

did i mention the only way to get to the bathroom was by going through the ‘backstage’?? so youd have audience members using the restroom during the show or at intermission there’d be a line by the stairs as actors are also at intermission or changing or getting ready for their scene.

and this is just the one theater–i was not told that if the show did well they were gonna transfer it for one night only to another city at an actual real theater and that i was going to have to help load the show. i was not told this was going to be some mature bus and truck show. so i had to help load the platforms on to a uhaul on some saturday morning. and my sister drive me the 20 min to another time even tho to get the town A was already 40 min. and unload again once we got to the actual not hazardous theater.

i was not told i would have to do any of this. i was told 3 weeks and one weekend of shows. and im not even getting into how disorganized the actual rehearsal process was and how wendy is would give me an order and not like how i did it, so i was constantly being undermined despite the fact that i had good stage managing experience and had never had a problem with directors when working under educational theater.

but i did as i was told bc i had already committed to this gig and i couldnt make my prior instructor who recommended me for this, look bad. BUT bc i didnt know about all loading and unloading, ect. once the show was over at this actual theater, we had to load again. which i did. but i did go back with the ‘crew’ to unload bc my sister was my ride and she had other things to do, so i helped load up and then excused myself bc of personal reasons.

wendy didn’t like that but also didn’t stop me from leaving. wendy went on fb (there was a fb group. thats another story) and took pics of the unloading and said something like ‘thanks to those who stayed’ insinuating that i should have stayed.

later that week i wrote to wendy and said ‘hey when am i gonna get paid?’ and then she said she would not be paying the promised amount bc i was not ‘seasoned’ enough–that i did not participate in the last unloading, that i was a beginner and that other ppl–my asm who was an idiot and had no prior theater experience and most unhelpful–had to do things to and that the money should be split. she was offering to pay me 215 or whatever. Bc i put myself in this very uncomfortable position of working with someone that was also friends with my instructor, i felt defenseless. My sister tired to write in for me and calculated a different number to negotiate, she sent that in for me and Wendy didn’t like that ect. Listed other ways that I sucked and I didn’t respond, bc of said uncomfortable situation. she messaged days later asking if i received a check, i did not. she never ever sent me anything.

bc i was upset and feeling defenseless about the situation and letting down said instructor and wendy probably most likely talking shit to my ex instructor about me, my sister and i called OSHA about the train track warehouse and all its safety violations. I then had my sister personally message the company that held the rights to the musical bc i firmly believe that Wendy did not buy the rights do that particular show based on she promoted it and bc i looked online and wendy’s ‘company’ was not listed under the companies that were producing this show at that particular time.

edit: i dont know if they faced any consequences. unfortunately.

yes, this experience is what ended my relationship with community theater and why i stopped looking for gigs.

#boredzoi #theater #long post

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years

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The First Mistress: Part 3

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 5,903

Part 1 / Part 2

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“Michael, stop jumping on that seat.” You could feel the entire car rocking and your child’s peels of laughter were probably audible for at least a mile. You thanked God you were in a garage and not on the side of the road as you quickly tried to start the hunk of junk you were in.

“No!” You glanced up at him from where you were crammed under the steering wheel. He had a giant smile on his face as he held the head rest to keep him steady.

“Michael! Knock it off!” You wanted to reach out to grab him but getting this car started was slightly more important at that moment.

“No, mama!”

“I’m gunna count to three and then I’m strapping your ass into the chair.” You snapped as you finally got the two wires you needed stripped. “One.” You hit the wires together, flinching at the spark that hit the knuckle of your thumb as the car continued to rock. “TWO!” You hit the wires together again and the car roared to life with a squeal. You let out a sigh of relief as you pulled yourself up with the steering wheel. The gauge on the dash told you you had over 3/4 of a tank of gas; making this the biggest score you had ever found. The house in the woods had been essentially been untouched and was full of groceries and medications. Now, with a full tank of gas, you were going to be golden for a while. You glanced over at your boy, who was watching you with his father’s daring smirk as he continued to jump.

“Three.” You got in the car and grabbed your son, who immediately began pitchin’ a fit. You flopped him down in the front seat and yanked the seatbelt over his lap. You locked it in place as he hit you in the face with his tiny fists, his sharp, little thumb nails catching your skin perfectly to leave shallow cuts across your eye and cheek. You had to wonder where this sudden rage had come from because he had never been like this before.

“I warned you, you little butt.” You said as you tucked the top strap behind his back so he wouldn’t get choked. With a satisfied huff, you rolled down the driver’s side window so you wouldn’t get locked out of the car. You grabbed a two by four off the ground and headed back to the garage door. You hesitated for a moment to see if there were any walkers outside before pulling open the garage door and propping it open. You quickly ran back to the car, jumped in and pulled out of the garage, knowing full well that your screaming, currently bratty child was going to draw the attention of any of the walkers around you.

“Here, eat this and hush.” You said as you reached back into the back seat and grabbed a chocolate bar from one of the bags. You ripped it open, broke off a piece and handed it to your son. “See if that will shut you up.” Michael took the offered treat he had never really gotten to experience. He put the candy bar in his mouth and his fussing instantly stopped.

“That yummy?” You asked with a glance over at him as he devoured the most likely stale chocolate. He nodded his head with a hum as you picked up the map from the dash. “Yea, kid. I know it is. You’re lucky I love you. Not even daddy could get chocolate from mommy.”

“Dada.” You nodded as you glanced at the map you were holding on the steering wheel and turned down a side street that hopefully led back to the hotel.

“Yea, dada. A long, long time ago, he used to bring mommy chocolate all the time but no matter how much he tried, I wouldn’t give him any of the good stuff.” You glanced over at your boy, who had his hands out for more chocolate. “He got all the coconut ones.” You said as you broke off another small piece and put it in his hands. “And I would let him have some of the caramel ones, too even though I really liked those ones.” Michael hummed as he sucked on the candy in his hand and kicked his dirty legs on the seat. You knew he didn’t understand what you were saying but talking to him was better than staying silent. You pulled down another road, backtracking a bit and broke off a piece of chocolate for yourself.

“Your daddy is a good man, baby boy. Little angry right now, but he’s a good man.” You smiled as you glanced over at your son once more. “He loves you, baby boy. And he will do anything for you.” Your son’s response was simply reaching for more chocolate. The trip back to the motel took a little under an hour and you pulled into the parking lot just as Negan walked out of the room you were supposed to be in. He looked beyond livid for only a moment before he saw you.

“Where the fuck did you fucking go?” He shouted as you pulled in next to one of the trucks.

“Long fucking story. Come get your son, he’s driving me crazy.” Negan headed over to you and paused as he got a look at the side of your face. “Yea, Michael has entered into some sort of fucking combative stage. Probably from rough housing with you.”

“Well boys will be fucking boys.” You bobbed your eyebrows as you popped the hood of the car to cut off the battery.

“I found food and this thing has three quarters of a tank. And I also found another community.”

“You what?” You glanced over at your husband as he looked at you over the top of the car but you couldn’t read the look on his face.

“‘bout 5 miles that way…” He put his hand up to stop you.

“Dwight, come fucking get this shit out of my wife’s car and the shit in the room and load it the fuck up. Siphon the fucking gas, too. Simon…” He called his second in command over with his finger before doing the same to you. You sighed and headed around the car as Negan picked up his son from the front seat. “Will you fuckin’ look at you. Someone needs a fucking bath.” He told Arat to grab him a towel from the room as he walked a little ways away from the car and the group. “Alright, the fuck can you remember about it, baby girl?”

“Well first of all, the dude thinks he’s a king and he has a fucking tiger.” You watched both men’s eyebrows fly to their hair line and you nodded. “Yea, a mother fucking tiger. Scared the shit out of Michael and I. But I think they know who you are. The second I mentioned that I was your wife, the people that sat on ‘the court’ started acting funny. They would stare when Michael and I walked past and whisper behind out backs.

I stayed one night before I ran. As I was leaving, someone said to let me go because I was yours. Took me a couple days but I found a house that was decently stocked, and headed straight back here.” Negan nodded and glanced over at Simon while he wiped the chocolate off his son’s hands and face.

“Load ‘em up.” He said as he turned back to Michael. He looked back at you as Simon told the men to get ready to move out. “We’ll see about this…”

“Negan, they helped me…”

“And I fucking told you to fucking wait here no matter fucking what!” He shouted back as he picked up his son. “So get your fucking ass in the fucking truck so you can tell us how to fucking get there. Then, you’re gunna fucking stay in the Goddamn truck!” Tears welled in your eyes as you nearly ripped your now crying son out of his arms.

“I’m right fucking here.” You said where only he could hear you. You searched his hardened eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. You held your son’s face in your shoulder to muffle his cries and took a step closer. “I get that you’re mad but I didn’t put up with your yelling back then and I still won’t now. Treat me with some fucking respect or go back to your other fucking wives and say good bye to your kids.” His eyes narrowed as he took a step closer to you. He carefully swung Lucille right by your side and propped it on his shoulder but you refused to let the silent threat phase you.

“Sweetheart, I would fucking love to see you try.” You took another step closer, swallowing hard against your nerves.

“Don’t fucking try me, Negan. I am not Lucille, you understand me? I will not have my babies raised in a fucking anger based family. I fucking love you and I don’t want to take them away from you… but I will not go through this fucking shit again. You take your fucking anger out on other people, not on your Goddamn family. We clear?” He glared at you as his gloved fist tightened around the handle of his bat. You knew he was pissed but you also knew that you were the only person in the world that could stand up to him… at least you were before.

“Get in the fucking truck.” He growled lowly as he lowered the bat. “We’ll fucking discuss later.” You nodded and quickly scrubbed the tears off your cheeks. You turned on your heel and started soothing your son as you headed toward the truck Simon was in. You passed your son up to him so you could climb in with Negan right behind you. As you sat down and took Michael back, Negan passed you his jacket to calm your son down. You gave him half a nod as the two of you covered the boy with the jacket.

‘On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitis, rising up through the air…’

You saw Negan glance over at you out of the corner of your eye as you sang softly to your son. You forced yourself not to look over as you pointed to the left at a restaurant and kept singing. After a right hand turn, you felt Negan’s arm fall softly on your shoulders. He pulled you into his side and gently kissed the top of your head.

“Sorry, baby girl.” He whispered as softly as he could. You nodded as you dropped one hand to his thigh. You looked over at him as you kept singing, soothing your son into a much needed nap. With a small nod, you pat his thigh and gave Simon one last direction.

“Take this instead.” Negan said as he pulled off his scarf. He helped you switch out the scarf for his jacket as the crew pulled up at the gate of the Kingdom. “You stay in the truck, hear me?”

“Be easy. They did us no harm.” You barely saw the dip of his head as he got out of the truck and waltz up to the opening gates. King Ezekiel and a few members of his court stepped out of the gate (without the tiger) to talk with Negan. You couldn’t hear the conversation through the closed truck windows and doors but you couldn’t miss the looks and gestures Negan and Ezekiel made about you.

After about twenty minutes, and a few silent, threatening swings of the bat in front of peoples faces later, the Saviors began loading up back in their trucks. Simon and Ezekiel shook hands; solidifying whatever deal Negan had just made as your husband headed back to the truck.

“Happy? I was fucking nice.” Negan said as he climbed into the truck next to you. You gave him a sweet smile and nodded as Ezekiel headed back into the Kingdom and Simon got in on your other side.

“Thank you, baby.” He rolled his eyes as he peeked under his scarf at his sleeping child.

“Don’t get fucking used to it.”

——

“So the door was still intact, so we’re just fuckin’ reusing it. Still no handle.” You nodded as Negan unlocked the playroom door and pulled it open by the key like usual. “But now, we have this.” You stepped into the room and set Michael down to play as he closed and locked the door behind you. “Ripped it off a fucking store.” You looked up as he pulled a roll cage down to the floor. He pulled four padlocks out of his jacket pocket and held them in his hand.

“You’ll have the only fucking keys. Window has two, as well.” He looked over at you and shook his head. “Shit goes fucking south, this is where you fucking go.” He unlocked the pad locks and showed you were they go. “No one fucking else in this room but you and our kids. You don’t open this Goddamn door until I get back here.” You watched as he locked the two locks at the bottom to eyed screws that had been screwed into the floor.

“We’re fuckin' looking for another lockable cabinet to stock with food and water. You’ll be fucking safe in here.” You nodded as he grabbed the handle in the middle of the gate and pulled on it, showing you it was secure. “I don’t want my fucking family out in that fucking hell hole of a fucking world again.” You shook your head and crouched down next to him.

“Hey, we figured this out. Day runs, we go with you and ‘stay in the fucking truck’.” He looked over at you with a deadpan expression at your mocking tone but you continued on before he could interrupt. “You go on longer runs, we stay here. We don’t go outside, stay locked in here during the day and the room at night. Problem arrises, we end up in here in total lock down. We stay in lock down until you come home.”

“Why you gotta be suck a fucking pain in my Goddamn ass, baby girl?” You shrugged as he unlocked the padlocks and raised the gate.

“Negan, I have been a pain in your ass for almost five years. I can’t just stop now that the world went to shit.” He rolled his eyes as he hung the two locks for the door on the roll cage, handed you all the keys before heading over to the window to hang those locks up as well.

“One of these fucking days baby girl, you’re gunna be the fucking death of me.” You smirked and nodded as he grabbed a movie from the cabinet and headed over to the TV.

“And you’ll still love me as a walker, too.”

~~~~~~7 months later~~~~~~~

“Alright. Mama’s officially overriding the ‘family attends day runs’ idea.” You groaned from the full size mattress in the trunk of a fancy Chevy Infiniti FX35. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“Yea well at first it was to fucking keep you safe, now it so I don’t fucking miss this birth, too.” Negan said as he ran his fingers through your hair from the seat in front of you. “So now it’s fuckin’ up to you. Deliver the fucking kid soon, then you won’t have to fucking travel.” You flipped him off as Simon chuckled from the drivers seat.

“This is cruel and unusual punishment and I’m an angel that deserves neither.” Your husband barked a laugh as he looked over the seat back.

“You’re a fucking monster, don’t try to lie.” You glared up at him and eventually stuck your tongue out.

��I hate you.” You mumbled as you wiggled on the mattress a bit more and curled yourself around Michael to take a nap. Like usual in the late stages of your second pregnancy, you didn’t remember falling asleep but a gentle tapping on your nose woke you up.

“Mama bad man.” Michael whispered softly as soundless tears rolled down his cheeks. Your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out what he was talking about. You looked up at Negan, who wasn’t there and your heart stopped. Your eyes flew back to Michael and you signaled for him to be quiet.

“Carl, where are you?” Someone growled over a radio in the front seat. You quickly reached up to find one of the two hand guns from under the seat in front of you.

“I’m back, dad, get the gate. You will never believe what I found!” Your fingers wrapped around the grip of one of the guns as the sound of a metal gate opening sent shivers up your spine. You hated yourself right now for sleeping so deeply on a run where you should have been alert at all times. Your heart hammered in your chest as you held your son as close to your body as your daughter growing in your stomach would allow. You felt the car come to a stop and you looked back down at your two year old as Carl got out of the car.

“If anyone tries to take you from mommy, you fight hard. You kick, scratch, and bite and you don’t stop.” He nodded as you pulled yourself into a seated position in the trunk. You cocked your gun as the sounds of voices got louder and headed toward the back of the truck. Michael scooted over and curled into your side.

“…he just left it, keys and all. I had to take it. It’s got a push button start!” Carl said.

“Rick, this is bad. This is very, very bad.” A woman said as the small group stopped right outside the trunk. You took a deep, studying breath as your stomach clenched painfully.

“Don’t you think I know that?!” The man from the walkie, who had to have been Rick snapped as he started to open the back hatch. You raised your gun and forced yourself to smirk as the three people in front of you froze.

“Yea, Rick… you really fucked up this time.” You watched the color drain behind the short, silver beard on his face as a younger boy with a gauze bandage over his eye, who had to have been Carl, slowly backed away. “You’re supposed to be finding supplies, not kidnapping Negan’s pregnant wife and son.” You tilted your head to the side, mockingly, forcing yourself to remain confident despite the fact that you were terrified.

“H-he didn’t mean it.” Rick stammered as he raised his hands in surrender and backed away from the trunk of the vehicle.

“Do you think I care?” You snapped back. “You’re putting me through unnecessary stress and depriving my son of his father.” You chuckled a dark laugh you picked up from your husband. “Your best bet right now is to just kill yourself. Because when he gets his hands on you now… Ooohoo! Is it gunna be a fucking blood bath.” You gestured to Carl with your gun.

“Give me the keys and your radio. NOW!” Carl scrambled to grab the keys from his pocket and tossed them onto the bed at your feet as Rick handed you his radio. “Close the door and back away. We’ll just wait for Negan.” The woman with dreads, whose name you didn’t catch, tried to protest as Rick shut the trunk. You quickly locked yourself in the truck and set the alarm as you flicked on the radio. You spun the dial to one of the channels you knew one of the satellite stations used and prayed you were close enough.

“Omega, Omega, Alpha Queen down. Switching to Beta channel.”

“Mommy?” Michael said softly as you set the gun down and turned the dial.

“Hold on, baby. I’m trying to find daddy.”

“Go ahead, Alpha Queen.” You turned down the volume of the radio and glanced out the car window as a cramp rolled through your stomach.

“I need a relay to Alpha. Send him to Gamma, code fire.” You didn’t wait for a response before turning the dial to the final radio channel. You leaned forward and looked around to give Negan some sort of description of where you were as the radio crackled in your hand.

“Alpha Queen, you read?” You smirked at your husband’s voice and nodded.

“Yea baby, you got me. Apparently, SOMEONE left the keys in the cup holder of the truck and a little pirate boy decided to go joy riding.” You took your finger off the button to let Negan talk as Michael scrambled to his feet next to you.

“Hi daddy!” He shouted into the radio in your hand. You smiled and held the button down again.

“Say it again.” You told your son as you held the radio a little closer. He smiled to himself as he held onto your knee for balance.

“Hi daddy!” You let go of the button and put your hand on his back as the radio crackled again.

“Hi buddy. Where are you, baby girl?” You glanced out the window and pulled the radio more towards you.

“Some kinda neighborhood looking place. All I can see is metal walls being held up with wood planks.” You let go of the button and waited, knowing that Negan was most likely rallying the crew and screaming about the situation. You felt a second cramp roll through your stomach, slightly stronger than the first and you sat up a bit straighter. “Negan… you need to hurry.”

“I’m coming, sweetheart, hang on. Stay on this fucking channel. If you need me and can’t fucking get me here, go to Gamma. And stay in the fucking truck!”

“We’re locked in. Just hurry, it’s happening.”

“…faster than this! Copy that, baby girl. Just hold on.” You heard the radio crackle for a moment before going silent as Negan switched to another channel. You sighed and set the radio on the bed next to you.

“Looks like we gotta just wait, buddy.” You leaned back against the seat and glanced over at your son as he walked over and grabbed his water cup.

“Ma’am?” You glanced up at Rick as he peeked into the slightly tinted back window with his hands raised. You slowly grabbed your gun as a contraction rolled through your stomach. “It’s really hot out and I don’t want you two overheating in the car. Can I please, at least, turn it on for you? I’ll lock it right back up.” You shook your head at him.

“No need.” He nodded against the glass as he mentally scrambled for a way to fix this.

“Can I at least bring you both some water or something?”

“You can get the fuck away from my car is what you can do. We have what we need in here.” You watched him slowly back up as his head bobbed up and down.

“OK. You got it.”

“You still with me, baby girl?” You nodded as you picked up the radio with your eyes still on Rick.

“Still here.”

“We’re an hour out. Hold on.” You nodded more to yourself.

“You’re fighting the clock with Miss Kate so I suggest you make it a little faster than an hour.” You looked over at Michael and sighed. “Baby, mommy needs you to go push the car button and turn on the air.” He looked over at you with a giggle and nodded.

“OK, mommy! Can I drive fast, too?” You sighed and wiped away the sweat forming on your forehead.

“Not today, baby.” He nodded as he climbed over the back seat and headed to the front. You watched him closely as he turned on the car on and told him how to turn on the air full blast. After he turned on the air, he climbed back to the mattress in the back.

“Why did we come here?” You shrugged as you put your hand on your lower back and rubbed at a tight spot.

“I don’t know baby.” He nodded as he walked around on the mattress in circles for something to do.

“Daddy’s coming, too?” You nodded as another contraction rolled through your stomach. You glanced back at the clock to start some semblance of timing them and looked back at Michael.

“Daddy’s coming soon.” He nodded as he watched someone walking past the car.

“Can I go play?” You shook your head as you watched the woman with dreads and a samurai sword stand against the wall to watch your car.

“No baby, we’re gunna stay in the car for a while and wait for daddy.” Your son continued to ask questions at a nearly rapid fire pace; making you more and more anxious with every passing second. Your contractions where getting closer and stronger with every passing minute. You grit your teeth through each one and tried to tell yourself Kate wasn’t coming a week early.

“Sweetheart, you with me?” Tears filled your eyes as Michael asked if he could talk to daddy, too.

“Shut up, Negan!” You screamed into the black box as your water broke. Your son’s eyes went wide and his jaw snapped closed as someone banged on the back window of the car.

“(Y/N)! Talk to me!”

“Mommy, are you OK?”

“Hey… we have a doctor here… She…”

“Every one just shut up!” You snapped to the three guys at the same time. “I fucking have this.”

“Sweetheart, listen to me. Let the prick help you until I fucking get there.”

“No.” You whined as you tried to shift to a slightly more comfortable position.

“Mommy….”

“Prick, if you can fucking hear me, just break the fucking window and fucking help her!” It was only a matter of seconds before the drivers side window was bashed out. Someone popped the hood, unlocked the car and disconnected the battery to stop the alarm as Rick and the woman pulled open the trunk.

“No, just leave me.” Rick grabbed the walkie off the bed as Michael lurched over to you.

“I’ve got her.” Rick radioed as the woman got into the car.

“No!” Michael shouted as he punched her hard in the cheek. She smarted and looked over at you.

“Don’t fucking try to go near my son. He hits. Just fuckin’ let him follow (Y/N).” You missed the look the woman gave to Rick as she rubbed her cheek.

“Now he tells us.”

“Michonne, we gotta get her to the infirmary.”

“No just go…” You sobbed as tried to scoot away despite the contraction that was hitting you like a freight train. You held Michael to your side and shook your head.

“Hon, we have to get you inside…”

“(Y/N), get your fucking ass out of the Goddamn car, now!”

“Alright!” You sobbed, not knowing if Negan heard your response or not. You let Michonne and Rick help you out of the trunk and Michael scooted out behind you as fast as he could. You whined as you were lifted into the air and carried toward a house down the block. You forced yourself to focus on your breathing as the sound of little footsteps followed you down the road and then a screech.

“Quit, kid. I’m just carrying ya.” You glanced over at Carl, who had Michael held out in front of him as far as he could get him as the two of them followed after you, Rick and Michonne. You didn’t even bother to tell your son to relax, figuring instead that him getting a few good kicks and punches in was good karma in this situation.

“What do you need from us?” Rick asked the doctor as he brought you into her house. You took one look at her nervous face as she shook her head and stared at you.

“I need the radio. Anyone that is not a mother that planned on stayin’, get out. Leave my son.” You watched a look of relief wash over the doc’s face as you were set down on the table. Rick handed you the radio as Carl put your son down gladly.

“Michonne, I got this.” You glanced up at a woman with shoulder length brown hair as she walked in while ripping off her jacket. “You deliver him before or after?” You glanced over at your startled son as she corralled everyone outside and closed the door.

“Alone after.” She nodded as she headed over to the sink and quickly washed her hands.

“My name’s Maggie. I’m not a doctor but my dad was. He taught me how to do this. I’ll be in the same boat in seven months and I helped deliver Judith.” You nodded as you stood up and leaned forward on the table where you wanted to be.

“(Y/N).” She nodded and glanced up at you with a small smile.

“Alright, (Y/N). You know as well as I do what to do. You tell me what you need.” Within in minutes, the two of you fell into a nearly silent routine of breathing through contractions and waiting. You only had to wait about five minutes before Negan finally showed up. The moment he walked into the room, your glared at him.

“How the fuck could you leave the fucking keys in the car?” You screamed as you punched him in the chest. “I hate you right now.” He nodded as he picked his son up and brought him over to Simon.

“I fucking know you do.” He closed and locked the main door behind him as he walked over and kissed your forehead. “What do you need?”

“For you to just shut the fuck up.” He nodded as you grabbed onto his arm, painfully. As if your baby girl was just waiting on her daddy, you finally got the need to push. “Now, Maggie.” Your forehead fell onto your husband’s chest and he held your upper arms tight.

You forced yourself to focus on anything but the pain; like the sweat-slick leather in your left hand, the soft, cotton scarf in your right and the agitating bite of the zipper teeth of Negan’s jacket on your forehead. The room was shockingly quiet, the only sounds made were Maggie’s occasional instruction and Negan’s whispered words of encouragement. What felt like hours but was realistically only a few minutes after he walked in the door, the love of your life got to be the first to hold his baby girl.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Maggie said softly as she headed out the door. The second it closed behind her, Negan’s hard facade disappeared.

“Look at her.” He cooed with tears in his eyes. “Hi princess.” He looked down at you the exam table you had collapsed on with a smile. “She’s perfect.”

“She waited for you.” You said as you caught your breath. His smile got impossibly larger as he leaned against the exam table. You gently reached out and brushed the back of your finger across his cheek. “Be easy on them. The kid didn’t know we were in the car. Just thought it was a cool car and they did a good thing helping me.”

“Doesn’t fucking change anything.” You nodded as he gently passed you Kate.

“I know it doesn’t… but the punishment doesn’t warrant Lucille. Make your point, but make it fast.” His brown eyes studied yours for a moment as he slowly shook his head.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve your kind heart, baby girl?” A smile pulled at the corner of your lips and you shrugged.

“I mean, you fucked me like a porn star.” He smiled as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“I love you.” You looked up at him and smiled.

“I love you, too.”

——

“So here are your two fucking options.” Negan told the Alexandrian’s as Simon, Maggie and her husband, Glenn helped you and your kids over to the car to go home to the Sanctuary’s doctor a few hours after Kate was born.

“One, fucking pirate boy gets to meet Lucille for kidnapping my fucking wife and kids. Two, Pirate boy shoots someone of your fucking choosing for kidnapping my fucking wife and kids. One fucking way or another, someone is gunna fucking pay for this shit today.” You glanced up at Negan as you tried to roll yourself onto the new mattress Rick had provided you. You could hear Rick try to protest as Maggie kneeled in the car and passed you Kate.

“Stay here.” You said softly to her as you looked up at her. You shook your head as you glanced over at Negan. “I can’t stop him from what he does… but I can protect you for helping me.” You watched tears well in her eyes as Michael climbed into the car next to you.

“Glenn…” She tried, the name sticking in her throat. “Glenn, come help me with this.” You reached out and took her hand in silent apology. Her husband appeared beside her and kneeled in the trunk as Negan’s voice got a little louder.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as she clutched her husband’s hand. “Thank you for helping me.” She gave you a weak smile and nodded as tears welled in her eyes.

“What…” Glenn’s words were cut off as a gun shot rang out.

“I’m sorry.” Maggie nodded as she pulled the blanket they had given you over your lap.

“It’s not you.” Her eyes met yours and you both exchanged a weak smile. “If you ever, ever feel unsafe, Alexandria’s doors are open to you and your kids.” You squeezed her hand and nodded as Glenn got out of the trunk.

“Thanks again, Maggie.” She gave you a teary eyed smile and backed out of the car as Negan walked over to ride in the back with you. “If you need anything for yours, please feel free to let me know; mother to mother.” She nodded as Negan looked at you with his eyebrow raised. You looked back at him with your own eyebrows raised, expectantly. “Negan.”

“Thanks for helping my wife.” He said as he got in the trunk and scooted back along the back rows of seats. He reached over and dropped Lucille on the back seat with a smile. He glanced back at Simon and pat the seat. “Let’s go.” You gave Maggie one last smile as one of the guys from the crew shut the trunk. She and Glenn immediately turned and ran off to help with whoever was killed.

“Mommy, I hold Katie cat now?” You smiled at your oldest and nodded. Negan picked up Michael and scooted to your side to help his oldest hold his youngest. You glanced over your shoulder at Simon as he pulled your car out of the walls of Alexandria.

“You ever fucking leave the Goddamn keys in the fucking car again and I will kill you with Lucille.” He glanced back over his shoulder at you with a smile and a nod.

“Yes ma’am.”

#Negan x Reader #The First Mistress #Negan's Thirst Squad

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Oops :) Any pairing you want to write

First prompt done. Hope you like it.

#25 Rickyl

Sorry, No AdultingToday

Daryl hadalways been the adult. Even when he was a child, he had to suck it up and moveon. He wasn’t allowed to cry, or throw a tantrum, or hold his breath till heturned blue. Any of those actions would result in a severe beating and possiblya weekend in the hospital.

As he grewinto a teenager and young man, he was the only person in his half-circle ofacquaintances who knew what being a responsible adult looked like. He watchedhis brother and his brotherâ€™s friends getting high, getting drunk, sleepingaround and breaking the law, and was always the designated driver or recipientof the one phone call.

He tried hisbest to take care of Merle, but the older Dixon was too much like their father;he had a chip on his shoulder and a God complex. He made stupid decisions andtook stupid risks, and Daryl was always there to rescue him.

It wasn’tall bad though; when the world went apeshit,he was well prepared. He took care of himself and his lazy ass brother, lettingMerle take all the credit. He did fight Merle on robbing the camp at thequarry, and only lost that argument because Merle was high at the time, andMerle could lift a bus when he was high.

After Merlewent missing, he could relax a little. He stayed with Rick and the group andlet the leader make the decisions. He watched from afar as Rick and Shane grewfurther apart; their rivalry for a disloyal woman risking their safety at everyturn.

Daryl tookthe responsibility for finding the little-lost-girlbecause no one else would. Everyone else was too busy thinking about themselvesand whatever petty situation was bumming them out at that moment. Daryl hadbeen completely honest with Carol when he told her he didn’t have anything elseto do at the time; his whole focus was saving an innocent, frightened girl whohad a shit life. He wanted to do for her what hadn’t been done for him.

When he wasinvoluntarily pushed into the position of Rick’s second in command, he acceptedit willingly; at least he wasn’t top dog, and he was happy to do as Rick toldhim even though he didn’t always agree with him.

As time wenton, Daryl settled into the group and his position within it. He formed bonds henever imagined he would have the opportunity to know and felt more at peacethan he ever had. The only thing left to want was a day off.

When Aaronand Eric took them to Alexandria, Daryl was leery. After Terminus, he didn’ttrust anyone but his family; all others were a threat, but Aaron seemed like atrustworthy man and the group was desperate for a home. He refused to give inat first, he resisted assimilation in fear of becoming weak and less likely toprotect those he loved.

Then camethe super herd, the Wolves, and the Saviors. All of which were vanquished,eventually. Many family members had been lost, Daryl had almost been lost, buthe had something to live for, and more accurately, someone.

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One yearafter Negan was killed and the remaining Saviors surrendered to live amongst theAlexandrians, Hilltoppers, and servants of the Kingdom, life became as close tonormal as anyone had experienced since the dead rose. Everyone was adjusting tolife again, as they had to do every so often in this new world; without friendsand family that had helped them build this life.

The losseshit Daryl especially hard; they always did. He made himself directlyresponsible for every one of them whether anyone else blamed him or not. Hisfamily had tried to gently push him back into the community. Reluctantly, andonly because he loved them so much, Daryl had ventured outside again.

Rick hadslowly brought Daryl back into the fold as his second; giving him more and moreresponsibility as time went on. Daryl was acting in more of a vice presidentialcapacity than a henchman nowadays, but he was happy with it. He had killed toomany people and just wanted to rest.

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There wereno alarm clocks in Alexandria; everyone ran on their biological clock,especially Daryl. His body brought itself to life every morning as the sunpeeked above the horizon. His routine would normally include getting dressed,having a quick breakfast of whatever he could find, and heading out to findRick and starting their day.

When hiseyes opened, Daryl groaned loudly. He tugged the sheet up to his neck andburied his face in the pillow. He was tired; not just physically, but mentallyand emotionally as well. He remembered, back before the apocalypse, hearingabout something called a mental health day. He thought it was bullshit then,just an excuse to get out of work, but now he was thinking he might just callin for the day.

Falling backasleep, Daryl was awoken a couple hours later by a knock on his front door. Hewasn’t interested in leaving the comfort of his bed to answer it and ignoredit, hoping that he would be able to go back to sleep and whoever it was wouldgo away.

Soon thesound of footsteps stomping down the hallway stirred him again. “Daryl! Wherethe hell are you?” It was Rick and he sounded worriedand pissed.

“GoddamnRick Grimes,” Daryl mumbled into his pillow. He didn’t care who Rick was orwhat he wanted, Daryl fucking Dixon was having none of his shit today.

“Daryl? Areyou in there?” Rick asked as he knocked on the bedroom door.

“If I tellyou I got bit and turned will you go away?” Daryl asked back as he fought his wayout of the blanket cocoon.

“No,” Rickanswered, laughing. “But I will put you down. Hell, I’m tempted to do thatalready.”

Darylgroaned again and got out of bed. Rick jumped in surprise when the door flungopen with force. “What the hell do you want?”

Rick threwhis hands up in surrender. “It’s ten thirty; nobody’s seen you and your bike isparked out front. Thought you were sick or something.”

“Ain’tsick,” Daryl said as he crashed back onto the bed. “I can’t do it today; I justcan’t.”

“Do what?” Rickasked and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Deal withthose whiny ass bitches. You’d think that after everything they’ve been throughand seen they’d act like adults, but no. They reverted to what they were likewhen we first got here. Whiny. Ass. Bitches.”

“You’ve beenspending time in the library, haven’t you?” Rick asked with a smirk.

“Da fuck isthat supposed to mean?” Daryl said. He was about to throat punch Rick out ofthe house.

“You saidreverted. I’ve never heard you say that word.” Rick felt the heat of Daryl’sangry stare and looked around the room to avoid it. “I promised Carl and EnidI’d teach them how to drive. That boy drives like Lori; I can’t let thathappen. Come with us; it’ll be fun.”

Daryl sunkinto the mattress and pulled the sheet up over his head. “I don’t wanna and youcan’t make me. You ain’t the boss of me, Rick Grimes.”

Rick tuggedon the sheet a little and finally pulled it away from Daryl’s face. “NOOOHOOO!” Daryl whined like a four-year-old.

“Now who’s awhiny ass bitch?” Rick said with a straight face. “You’re a grown ass man,Daryl. As a matter of fact, you’re the adultiestadult I’ve ever known. Suck it up and start the day.”

Daryl sat upsuddenly and pushed Rick away. “You have no right to say that, Mr. I’m gonnahave a psychotic break at the mostinconvenient time”. You took a damn vacation and I took control. I made thedecisions, I took care of your kids, I fucking pulled your crazy ass out of theabyss, and you’re telling me to suck it up?”

Rick pacedin front of the bed and sighed heavily. Daryl was right, when Lori died and he checked out, Daryl took care ofeverything. He deserved to have time to mentally recover and recoup from thepast year and a half, but Rick was going to have some fun first.

“You’reright; I’m sorry. You deserve to have someone take care of you like you tookcare of me. Admit it though, you went to the library, didn’t you?”

“Goddammit!Why are you being an asshole? I just want to take a day off.” Daryl’s voiceshifted to a higher pitch and Rick thought, just for a moment, that he soundedlike Judith when she was upset.

“I’m justmessing with you. If it means that much to you, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll telleverybody you have a cold or something and I forced you to stay in bed andsleep. You fought me pretty damn hard, but in the end, you realized that takingit easy would be the best way to feel better.”

Daryl lookedat Rick and quirked his eyebrow. “You forced me? You can’t say that shit; it don’t sound right.”

“Why not? Irun this damn place. If I tell someone to stay in bed and take it easy, they’regonna do it.”

“You’re toodamn full of yourself. Besides, how many people are you forcing into bed, Rick?”

“You know Iain’t forcing nobody to do nothing. They follow my instructions because theyrespect me as leader of this community, and I can be a real charming motherfucker too.”

Darylsmirked. “I ain’t gonna argue with you about that. I know how charming youthink you are.”

“I’vecharmed you outta your pants quite a few times, ya know,” Rick said, feigningshock at Daryl’s words.

“It wasn’tyour charm that got me outta my pants, lawman. It was your giant dick.”

Ricklaughed. “Well, thank God for it, then.” He grasped Daryl’s face with bothhands. “I don’t care what it was; I’m just glad it keeps happening.” Leaningforward, Rick kissed Daryl tenderly, then stood from the bed.

“I’ll letyou sleep, and make sure you get more days like this. You’re the most importantthing in my life, Daryl. I want to make sure you’re healthy and safe. Justpromise me one thing.”

“Anythingyou want, Rick.”

“Let me takecare of you; let me make you feel good. Why don’t you meet me at the RV tonightafter everyone’s gone to bed?”

Daryllaughed. “You gonna teach me how to drive too?”

“No,” Ricksmirked, “but I thought I could take you for a ride, anyway.”

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The "Bad Session™" is as follows:

Part 1) The Setup. The party consisted of me (Fighter), our DM's brother (Rogue), and our other roommate (Warlock). Also joining us as a guest was our DM's boyfriend (Bard). To preserve anonymity, I will only refer to people by their class or as DM. Warlock and Bard had only been playing the game for less than a year, and both have attention problems, so sitting down and reading the Player's Handbook to get an idea of what their characters can do is extremely hard. Warlock had been playing her character for a few months and had an idea of how to use her character. Bard on the otherhand had never played this character OR a bard before and had know idea what he was doing. DM had promised to help Bard make the character, but never actually got around to it. In all fairness, Rogue and I should have noticed Bard wasn't playing his character to his potential and stepped in to mitigate damage, but so should have DM. None of us did. The campaign takes place in the Cr*t*cal R*le T*l'D*rei setting.

Part 2) The lead up to The Bullshit. The previous session our party had spent several hundred gold purchasing a real nice carriage. Pimp My Ride kind of carriage. DM was super into our carriage shopping experience at the time. This session opens with a rift in the earth swallowing our carriage, killing our horses, and wrecking the vehicle we'd spent all of an hour buying, and ten minutes driving. After assessing our situation and progressing further into the cavern we found ourselves in, we were thrust into a boss rush of sorts. Four doors, four aspects of the evil gods to fight. The first fight was Zehir, who went down in one hit for comedy. The next fight was Lolth. This one was really good. We were in a massive cavern with a thunder cloud at the entrance. We could grab the lightning bolts and throw them at Lolth for massive damage. Aside from us being only level 11 or 12, Lolth having thousands of hit points (the only real way to hurt her was the lightning bolts), Bard not knowing what he was doing, and my character being useless because of his 10 dex, the fight was good. The two best fights were over after that, and both were killed by Rogue. The next fight was Bane. We entered the arena to find a near endless expanse of burned forest. The fight was a straightforward slugfest until Bane got back up from death. We had to figure out to take his head and plant it in the ground. It was boring as fuck. The burned out forest wasn't even difficult terrain so after the aesthetic wore off, the arena was revealed to be total ass. We wound up killing Bane about 5 times with no difficulty. I say "we" but it was really just Rogue. I got one. Bane kill, he got 4, no one else got any.

Part 3) The Bullshit. The last door was Tiamat. Her aspect took up a 3x3 space in the 5x5 room. Bard and Warlock hung out outside the room taking potshots while Rogue and I took all the hits. Rogue tried to leave the room and DM establishes that nothing can leave the room. So the first problem is obvious. A 5x5 room with nothing but the boss anchored to the center and taking up 9 squares of the 25 possible squares is beyond lazy and frustrating, and gimps half the party who rely on ranged attacks, and the party member who relies on maneuverability. The next problem is that this is the first time this party had ever faced a dragon, and the first time Bard and Warlock had faced one as players, and this was 5 dragons in one. DM asserts it's not a dragon, but since he was using dragon abilities and resistances, it was a dragon mechanically. Bard has been using 1 (one) spell only, and no class abilities. DM should have realized Bard had no idea what he was doing. Then things go sideways. DM allows Tiamat to stick a head out of the room, grab Warlock, and drag her character into the room. She uses her magic item to fly 240 feet straight up, and then DM gives Tiamat infinite range and drops her to 0HP. She falls, the impact making her fail 2 death saves immediately. My character has been down, taken a hit, and failed a death save normally. The DM says the one remaining head is going to bite Rogue, then says, "Oh wait, it makes more sense for it to slam its wings into the ground," that was an AOE that hit me and Warlock, killing us both. We'd been fighting that thing for an hour and a half, and made NO mistakes besides Bard not knowing what bards do (which is on DM in my opinion, he promised to help Bard with the character and never did), and half the party dies in two rounds. He saw Warlock and I were upset and said, "You guys shouldn't be upset. That went really well. Sometimes characters die. If that had happened to me, I'd be perfectly fine with it." Fuck you man. I know you. You've been my best friend since 2006. You would NOT have been alright with it. You also don't get to say that until it has happened to you. You could have prevented our deaths. You could have stuck with attacking Rogue who easily couls have survived the bite, and then stabilized one of us. You could have given Bard ANY direction on his character. You could have made a monster that wasn't a chore to fight. You could have designed an arena that wasn't a goddamn dinner plate. It was obvious halfway through that fight that none of us were having any fun. Fuck you.

Part 4) Further Bullshit. After that, DM took a break from D&D for a few months and came back with a one-shot he wamted to run. All four of us from The Bullshit were there, plus one more we'll call Thief for now (his in game character, not him as a person). We've all made evil characters because we're supposed to be robbing some guy blind. Thief has been playing only as long as Bard and Warlock have, but he watches Cr*t*cal R*le, so he has a skewed idea of how players communicate in game, expecting a group that has played together for only a year and a half to have the same level of comfort and understanding as a group that has been playing together for several years. He and Warlock are also very different people. He is, by his own admission, very oblivious, and Warlock is, by her own admission, very sensitive to certain things. So the whole one shot they've been butting heads and it all comes to a head at the final boss. Warlock deduces that he's going to leave us all to die (which is what he wanted the boss to think) and blows up because that would have sucked all the enjoyment out of the session (which is 100% true). DM shuts down and walks out the front door without saying a word while Theif and Warlock argue, and Rogue, Bard, and I try to mitigate things. When DM finally gets back, after we've all sorted everything out and are all friends again, we fill him in on some of the conclusions we came to, trying to explain that not all of the argument is DM's fault. We do insist that DM should have noticed things were breaking down and stepped in. His response was, "That is NOT my job." Every player has the responsibility to look around and make sure the rest of the group is enjoying itself. The DM, as the organizer, the referee, the guide, however you want to put it, is the one who must take the most responsibility for the enjoyment and engagement of the group. None of us did that, but he denied that he had any of that responsibility at all. After this he took another LONG break from DMing. He came back with Waterdeep Dragon Heist. Despite my intense lack of interest for the setting, I tried really hard to be interested. So did everyone else. But none of us were into it. Probably because DM was running most of us, (Rogue, Bard, Thief, and thief's sister) through it already. I'm fairly certain he only started DMing tye one with me and Warlock because we made a stink over how the version of Waterdeep with us was organized first, but the one intended to exclude us (that's what it was, plain and simple, no matter what he says) had two whole sessions before ours had one. He eventually gave it up, and only admitted to cancelling it after we mentioned that it had been months since we had played and wanted to play. A week later he asks me if I'd be up for a one shot with pre-generated characters before he tries to revive the T*l'D*rei campaign (which we all still love despite The Bullshit). I said I was excited for it. It's been two months and no further mention. Ball's in your court. Play, or tell me to stop hoping for anything to happen.

Part 5) Surrounding factors. Ever since The Bullshit happened, he's been really bad as a roommate, and Warlock and I have gotten on his case for it numerous times. I get that his job is shit, but that's no excuse for you to not do your chores. Or to not do them to completion. Or to just be a generally oppressive force when you come home. I've given up reaching out. He's refused to talk about it too often, and disrespected me too many times for me to have any faith that he'll actually get enough of his shit together to even pretend he cares anymore. I don't blame him if he doesn't want to play with us. We have hounded him to stop making our lives miserable, and that does come across as us attacking him most of the time. I do, however, blame him for not communicating. I blame him for making this house we're all sharing feel oppressive and unwelcoming. I blame him for not putting in even half the effort I do when I clean. I blame him for letting the cat litter sit for weeks on end if we don't notice (it's such an easy chore that I often think I've done it more recently than I have). I blame him for being a passive aggressive asshole if one of us lets a chore go too long despite giving him more leeway than he frankly deserves in the same circumstances. I blame him for ruining our friendship over a single failed D&D session.

#personal #if you read this I wish I could be sorry #I'm not #you've been an awful friend lately and I'm hurt #I have deliberately censored words to try and avoid having this blow up #if this starts getting insane notes I will delete this post

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