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Theon x Sansa - ‘we learned our truth too late’ - Chapter 1

Theon Greyjoy is Ned Stark's ward. He's also an opportunity. For the Iron Fleet, for an alliance and for a son-in-law. Sansa and Theon have been promised to each other, much to their dismay. They are to marry and make their way to the Iron Islands. This seems a bad idea to everyone but Ned Stark. Regardless of their feelings, Theon and Sansa are bound by their duty to their houses. And maybe something more.

wanted to try something a little different!

I think the idea of theon wanting to be part of the stark family by marrying Sansa is quite interesting - obvs not for romantic reasons but I wanted to explore that

also interesting to see what would have happened if Robert had never came to Winterfell and the result of that

thanks for reading x

also posted on ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/45896344/chapters/115515175

“She’s just a girl, Ned. Our girl.” Catelyn Stark was sitting at the table of her chambers, the one she shared with her husband. Her husband, Eddard Stark. Warden of the North. Father to her five children. Her Ned. Her husband had just suggested one of the most ludicrous things Catelyn could think of. Marry Sansa, her eldest daughter, to Theon Greyjoy. It just sounded ridiculous, even thinking about it.

Ned sighed, clearly foreseeing his wife’s argument and disagreement. “She’s sixteen, Cat. She won’t be a girl for much longer, no matter how much you want it.” This was always going to happen, one day. Sansa was going to marry someone. She would be betrothed to someone. Just as Cat was. Just as her sister Lysa was. It was part of their life.

“But…it could be anyone else. Why would you marry her off to a Greyjoy?” Catelyn clearly couldn’t think of anyone worse. The Greyjoy’s were a high-born family, it was true. But Catelyn had never trusted Balon Greyjoy, let alone his son. Theon had lived at Winterfell for many years, he’d almost become part of the furniture. But Catelyn always thought there was something not quite right about him. He didn’t belong.

Still watching his wife’s irritated expression, Ned moved to stand behind the opposing chair, allowing his hands to grip onto it. He could understand how she was feeling. It wasn’t as if he loved the idea, but it was a good one regardless. Betrothing his daughters to a high-born Lord was inevitable. Cat had known this. Ned had. Even Sansa. He had approached the situation with Arya, but that didn’t end too well. “Not any Greyjoy. Theon. We know Theon. He has lived here since he was a boy.”

Maybe Theon wouldn’t have been Ned’s first choice for Sansa, certainly wouldn’t be his wife’s, but it made sense. The North needed alliances, particularly with non-Northern houses. Theon had lived in Winterfell for over half of his life, in a way, he was more Northern than he was not, though Ned was not going to announce that to anyone.

“You should never trust a Greyjoy.”

“Cat.” The stubbornness of his wife never seemed to end, but that didn’t seem to change the way Ned felt about her. She loved her family, more than anything. Loved her children. Loved her daughters. Loved Sansa. Ned understood, he did. But it had to be done.

“Ned!” Catelyn slammed her hand down onto the table, making her husband flinch. His wife may be Lady of Winterfell, but she was a Tully, through and through. Sighing to herself, realising she wasn’t going to win this one, Catelyn retracted her hand and placed it onto her lap. “There’s no point arguing, is there?”

“She’s my girl, too. My first girl. I love her more than life itself. But,” Moving himself around the table so he was only inches away from Catelyn, Ned placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder, to watch her lean herself onto him, feeling the touch of his rough hands on her cheek. “It has to be done.”

“Ned…” Catelyn almost whispered this, as if she had just wanted Ned to hear her words. She wasn’t happy, that was true enough, but he was her husband and she trusted him. Even if she didn’t trust Theon Greyjoy.

“I promise you; it will be alright. I will.”

Theon, still unaware of what Ned Stark had planned for him, was sparring with Robb in the courtyard. This was a weekly occurrence, though it was something that Theon knew he wasn’t terribly skilled at. He knew this and was sure Robb did. Robb seemed to take pride in the fact he was better than Theon. It was true that Theon would often boast of his archery skills, telling the tall tales of how he could shoot a man over 50 metres away. But they were not using a bow and arrow, they were using swords. Wooden ones where usually what Ser Rodrik would allow them to use, particularly growing up. But they were not young boys anymore, young men were more appropriate.

But Robb was far more skilled with the sword that Theon would ever be. Theon had accepted this, though would never openly admit this to the eldest Stark boy. Ironborn were known for their archery skills, which gave Theon a link to his birthplace. Growing up in Winterfell meant many of these connections or link to the Iron Islands seemed to be lost. Theon was Ironborn, he was born there, grew up there for a while but he lived in the North, dressed like a Northerner, even spoke like one. It seemed Theon didn’t belong to either, he was just floating between the two. This was certainly not something Theon would ever admit, not even to Robb.

Theon didn’t see why they still had to practice now. Robb was as skilled as he ever would be. And Theon wasn’t going to win any prizes, but he’d accepted that. It was true that Theon could enjoy it at times, but today was not one of those times. He kept losing his footing, couldn’t swing his sword the way he wanted, and it almost looked as if he was letting Robb get him at any opportunity he had. Something felt off. But Theon wasn’t quite sure why.

Robb had noticed this but made sure to take advantage of his opponent's weakness, as he so often did. “Come on, won’t want to hurt yourself.”

“Oh, I won’t, don’t you worry your pretty head.”

“Calling me pretty? How sweet.”

“Stop. Trying. To. Distract. Me.” Through gritted teeth, Theon finally managed to hit Robb in his upper arm, though you wouldn’t have noticed. Robb carried on, as if he hadn’t felt the hit. Theon wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually the case. Robb’s arms had grown in the past few months, no longer stood the scrawny boy, yet the strong, broad man. Theon’s muscles were also non-existent compared to Robb. He couldn’t help himself sometimes, he would often look at Robb and then himself, seeing how the two compared. It was a habit of Theon’s, one he seemed to be doing more regularly now.

“No girl waiting for you back home? Surely, you should keep your compliments for her?”

“Piss off, Stark. No girl.”

“No, that’s good. You can leave them all to me.”

“Oh, no, the second I call, they’ll come.”

“Unlikely!” Robb shouted out, getting a quick hit at Theon’s side. He grinned, obviously pleased with his performance.

“You’re in for a shock, my boy.” Ser Rodrik was watching the two, as he often would. Clearly something was amusing him, but Theon couldn’t see what. Chuckling away to himself, Ser Rodrik backed away from the two boys, still keeping an eye on the two. There was something about the way he looked at Theon. And Theon didn’t like it. He couldn’t focus properly after that, every time he swung the sword he was holding, it just seemed to slip out of his hands. Robb nearly took his arm off when he called a time-out, having enough of it.

“Wait...wait. Give me a moment.”

“Giving up?” Robb started to smile, one of those aggravating ones when he thought he was winning. Yes, it was true, Robb nearly always won whenever the two sparred together. But it wasn’t a fair fight today. Theon was distracted. And anyway, it was only nearly always, not just always.

“No, no. Just…” Theon was getting himself into a bit of a tizz. His sword suddenly felt very heavy, and he kept dropping it. Great. Theon had got himself all angry, the stupid sword. It was the sword’s fault. Definitely not Robb or Ser Rodrik.

“What is it?” Robb’s expression had changed now, his eyebrows furrowed. He could clearly sense something was wrong, something had irritated Theon. Surely not Ser Rodrik? It was true that he never did warm to Theon, but these kinds of comments were a given. Or maybe it was Robb. Maybe Robb had irritated him. He hoped not. It was all just in jest after all.

“What did he mean?”

“Who knows?” Robb shrugged, clearly unaware as to what Ser Rodrik was referring to. Robb didn’t seem to question it, as if it didn’t even matter. Theon, however, could sense something was wrong. Frowning at Ser Rodrik, he watched as he left the two to finish sparring. Ned Stark, that was who. And soon, Theon would too. He was intended for Sansa.

Lord Stark spoke to Theon himself, which Theon knew could only mean something – it was serious. The Warden of the North wasn’t in the habit of making small talk with Theon. It was true he didn’t ignore him but didn’t make a habit of speaking to him. Theon was just there, as he always had been. Though Theon didn’t want to admit it, he had been treated well at Winterfell. He was taught how to fight. He sat in the Great Hall during feasts. He was given an education. His life had been better than most. But that didn’t stop that little niggling feeling eat away at him. The feeling that he didn’t belong. That he was an imposter. That he shouldn’t be there.

But maybe things would change now. He was to marry Sansa; someone he had known almost all her life. She was part of the Starks, an important member of the family. This wasn’t exactly what Theon had wanted. He was Lord Stark’s ward, not his son. So, the thought of having an intended had never crossed his mind. Robb would, as the oldest and heir to Winterfell. Arya would likely be sworn off to some Northern Lord; she would definitely put up a fight. Bran still dreamt of becoming a knight. And Rickon was still so young. But Theon, he wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t a Stark. He wasn’t Ned Stark’s son, not even his bastard. But he belonged to him regardless. There was no point arguing this, it would happen even if he had. But Theon thought it unlikely Sansa would be best pleased. If he knew anything about Sansa, it was that she would not want to leave her home, especially for someone like Theon. It seemed Ned Stark knew this and decided that this was going to happen anyway.

There was another problem. Robb. Theon had spent almost 10 years of his life following Robb Stark around. He knew him, like he was his own brother. They were brothers in a way. Theon knew everything about him. He knew what he liked to eat for breakfast. The type of girls he fancied. The way he would dodge a sword in a fight. He also knew his opinions, his feelings and even his thoughts sometimes. Theon knew Robb was not going to be happy. Robb knew Theon, knew what he was like. And Theon doubted he wanted that for his sister. There was no point trying to avoid Robb, he would catch up to Theon eventually and then he’d be sorry. Theon didn’t like to blow his own trumpet, not that often, but he knew his archery skills were well-known in Winterfell. Robb, however, was one of the best swordsmen Theon had seen. Particularly for someone so young. Theon wouldn’t want to challenge him to a fight. Unluckily for Theon, when Robb found him Theon’s bow and arrow were hidden away, out of reach.

Theon could see Robb coming but knew there was no point running or hiding, Robb would find him regardless. It wasn’t that Theon was scared of Robb, oh, no. Theon wasn’t exactly a betting man, but on the right day, he could take him. He waited, almost eagerly, sitting by the door in the Great Hall. Robb was frowning and Theon noted he’d never seen him walk so quickly and with such determination. His mission? Get Theon. Whatever that meant.

“You.” This was all Robb could manage, he was seething. Wagging his finger at Theon, Theon could sense this wasn’t going to bode well for him. Robb’s breath was quick and haggard. Well, three guesses what he’d just been told. Theon understood how protective Robb was over his younger sister, something Theon could never truly understand. Yara was older than Theon, and if Theon was being entirely truthful, he didn’t remember much about her. He was the baby of the family, but never felt as if his siblings tried to protect him. Let alone his family. They all just let Ned Stark take him away, as if it was nothing.

“Robb…” Theon moved his right hand up, outright, as if to guard himself from whatever Robb was going to do. He didn’t think he would do anything, but you could never be sure.

“My sister.”

“It’s not my choice. Do you think I want to marry your sister? Little Sansa…” Theon stayed seated, watching Robb’s body grow bigger by the second. Robb was never that intimidating, not to Theon. But there were times when he would use his family name against him. Being heir to Winterfell, the young Lord, meant a lot in the North. It meant a whole lot more than being Balon Greyjoy’s son. Being ward of Winterfell.

“If you-“

“If I what? What would I do? If you’re going to be angry with someone, it should be your father.” Theon regretted it the moment he said it. Blaming Lord Stark was not a good idea. But Robb didn’t seem to notice. Or at least he only saw it as blaming his father, not the Lord of Winterfell. It w as his father’s idea. Why on earth would Theon propose to marry Sansa?

“You…I’m not done, you know that, Greyjoy.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else, Stark.”

Robb made a beeline for his father, ignoring everything else in his path. He was angry. Angry that his father hadn’t even spoken to him. Angry that his sister was going to leave their home. Angry that it was Theon, someone he had known for so long, that Sansa would be married off to. Robb knew he couldn’t be angry at Theon, he hadn’t wanted this, not truly. And Sansa...how did she feel? Robb hadn’t seen her that day but imagined she had been told. None of it made any sense. And if Robb was being honest with himself, he was a little hurt, too. He wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe the thought of his sister leaving. The thought of Theon, someone who had always being by his side, being so far away. Or the thought of his father, deciding all of this, before asking Robb for his opinion. Of course, Robb couldn’t make this decision for anyone. But he was to be Lord of Winterfell after his father, he imagined he would confine in him, at least about some matters. But clearly, that was not the case.

As if Lord Stark could sense his arrival, he led his eldest son to an empty chamber, one that hadn’t been occupied for a good while. Ned seemed to make a conscious effort to not look in his son’s direction, finding a place to sit himself down, feeling Robb’s eyes on him. Robb didn’t sit, he didn’t shut the door, as if he wanted someone to hear the conversation. He was angry, he knew his father could see this, but he wouldn’t look at him. This angered Robb more. How could they talk about this if he wouldn’t even face his direction?

“Theon? Really?” Robb asked, still watching his father. Theon, who had been at Winterfell since Robb was a boy. Theon, who had spent almost all of his childhood with Robb. Theon, who was like a brother to Robb. It wasn’t that Robb couldn’t think of someone worse, he was sure there were many out there, not as close to home as Theon was. But it was the fact it was Theon. It just felt all wrong. He didn’t truly understand what his father was trying to achieve. He’d also seemed to set on keeping Theon where he could see him, have that hold over the Greyjoys. Why would he want to send him away?

“Robb… sit down.” Robb followed his father’s orders, finding a place by the right corner of the table. It was clear to Robb that this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

“I don’t know why-“

“The North needs allies.” Ned wasn’t going to lie to his son. This was the real reason, what other reason would there be? Robert was King, but that didn’t mean he’d be King forever. Not everyone in Westeros would be happy with that, even after all of those years. The talk of the Targaryen girl across the sea proved that. As Warden of the North, Ned had sworn to fight by the King’s side if the time ever came. And if it did, they couldn’t do it by themselves. They needed Theon.

“It doesn’t make sense. Greyjoy bent the knee.” Robb had grown up on stories of Robert Baratheon’s rebellion. What the Targaryen’s did to his aunt, his uncle, his grandfather. What Theon’s father had done during the war. How Theon had to pay the price for his father’s crimes. Robert was King. Greyjoy back in his box. And Theon was at Winterfell. Unless his father was scared, scared that everything would eventually catch up to them. But Robb didn’t like to imagine that. His father was not the man who would scare easily.

“And when he dies, what happens to Theon? He’s his last remaining son, heir to the Iron Islands. Just as you are mine.”

Robb frowned, as if he was thinking for a moment. “You haven’t promised me to anyone, have you?” He hadn’t even thought about this, about the potential of Robb being sworn to someone. Of course, this was bound to happen. But Robb’s attention had be so tightly crossed on Sansa and Theon, that he hadn’t even thought about himself.

“Not yet, my boy. It makes sense. Theon will be Lord of the Iron Islands. Sansa will be Lady, connecting our houses together and cementing the alliance.” Lady of Pyke. Lady of the Iron Islands. Robb imagined that wasn’t what Sansa had thought would happen to her. And Theon...Robb seemingly had forgotten that eventually, Theon would go home. He would be Lord of the Sea. The Theon Robb knew, the one that ate with, laughed with him, fought with him, that wasn’t the heir of the Iron Islands. But Robb supposed he’d have to be. He had a duty, as did the Starks.

“But Theon ?” Robb was still having some difficulty wrapping his head around the idea, though however he felt about this, it couldn’t be as bad as Theon and Sansa’s feelings. Maybe Robb was being selfish, only thinking about himself. But it would change everything. The thought of Theon not being there, not being at Winterfell, not sitting beside Robb during feasts...it was an odd one. Robb had gotten used to having Theon, it would be strange without him. He’d have one less person to tease, one less person to ride out with, one less person to spar with.

“Yes, Theon. You know him.” Ned mused, but the thought crossed Robb’s mind that his father did not know Theon in the slightest. He knew Balon, his father. He knew what the Greyjoys did. But he didn’t know Theon. He had no real idea what Theon was like, not in the way Robb did. His father, to Robb’s knowledge, hadn’t made any real attempt to know Theon. But why would he? He was only his ward, not important enough for Lord Stark.

“He’s like a brother.” Robb nodded, his eyes focusing on anything but his father. Robb couldn’t remember whether he had openly admitted that before, to anyone, not even Theon. They were like brothers, there was no doubt about that. They argued like brothers, fought like brothers, laughed like brothers. Sometimes he felt closer to Theon than he did Jon, even when they shared their father’s blood.

“Well, there you go. I won’t hear any further arguments on this Robb.” Ned sighed, clearly from his wife to his son, he had enough of listening to their worries. Sansa would marry Theon. They would go to the Iron Islands. The North would have an ally in Balon Greyjoy. They would have access to the Iron Fleet.

“How did she take it?” Robb asked, watching his father’s movements. He seemed agitated, which Robb could understand. But no more agitated than Sansa would be hearing of this all. Robb knew his younger sister was like their mother, bound by duty to their house and family. But he couldn’t imagine his sister, who was so stubborn, and always had to be right, would be very pleased with what she was required to do. Robb made a mental note to find Sansa later. He wasn’t exactly sure what he would say to her, apologise perhaps? Regardless, he knew it was important to speak to her, to let her know.

“Your mother’s speaking to her now.”

“Good gods.”

“Theon couldn’t stay here forever. it was easier when he was a boy, but he’s almost a man, just as you are. I keep forgetting. He has to go home eventually.” Robb didn’t know that was part of the bargain. When Balon Greyjoy bent the knee to Robert Baratheon, swore him as the King and shipped his youngest son to Winterfell, was it only temporary?

“Do you think it wise? With Balon still alive.”

“The two of you will deliver the news.”

“Will we?” Robb and Theon travelling to the Iron Islands to tell Balon Greyjoy his son is to wed Lord Stark’s eldest daughter. Robb doubted this would be the most pleasant journey. He’d heard tales of what the Iron Islands were like, what Balon Greyjoy was like. Conflicting reports from both Theon and Northerners. His father never spoke much about the Ironborn, but whenever he did, he didn’t speak highly of them. This would, however, be an opportunity to see where Theon was from, at least. See if the rumours were true. See if Theon was exaggerating or not.

“Yes, this type of information won’t bode well within a raven.”

“Father…”

“What did I say? No more arguments.”

Theon had found Sansa sitting by the Godswood. She must have been praying; how tedious. But Theon couldn’t blame her for finding solace here. The Godswood was one of the only places you could go and not be disturbed. Particularly if you are Lord Stark’s daughter. She was constantly being bothered by someone. Her mother, her sister, Septa, even Old Nan. It was probably relatively exhausting, especially speaking to Old Nan. Theon was sure any conversation he had with her had aged him about 10 years. It must be nice to have some time alone. And Theon Greyjoy was just about to spoil that.

“Lady Sansa.” Not wanting to startle her, Theon spoke to announce he was in her presence. She was facing the Weirwood tree, her back to the entrance of the Godswood. Her auburn hair was loose, which even for Theon, seemed a little odd. Not that Theon took much notice of Sansa’s hairstyle, she always seemed to have it up in some kind of braid. But not today. She was wearing one of those pretty dresses she always wore. He imagined she probably made it herself. It was one of the things Theon knew about Sansa. She was good at sewing and made sure everyone knew that. He couldn’t argue with that, though. Theon would often boast about his archery skills, and no one could deny he was one of the best.

“Theon.” Sansa didn’t turn as he spoke his name. Technically it should have been Lord Theon. Theon may be Ned Stark’s ward, he may not be in the Iron Islands, but he still deserved some respect. But Sansa never called him a lord. None of them did. Robb only called him ‘Lord Theon’ when he was feeling jovial. None of them meant it. None of them saw him as anything but just Theon. There was a harshness to her tone, Theon noted. She was clearly annoyed, and Theon knew exactly why. He doubted she wanted to marry him, though he was unsure why it would be such a bad thing. Yes, it was decided by her father. But most high-born girls had arranged marriages, it was part of their way of life. It wasn’t as if she was being forced to marry a complete stranger. She knew Theon. Theon knew her. They had grown up together. They’d spent time together. But clearly that was not enough for Sansa.

Theon sighed, not making any attempt to get closer to the girl sitting below him, at least not yet. Theon didn’t think that would be a good idea. “He’s told you then.”

Sansa turned her head to face Theon and watched as he knelt against the tree beside her. She glared at him, choosing not to answer. Theon understood, of course he did, but Sansa was being quite childish about it all. Theon was definitely not the worst person Sansa could marry. It was true that he probably wasn’t her first choice. But Sansa wasn’t his either. Not that Theon had often thought about who he would marry. If the thought ever did cross his mind, Theon couldn’t imagine what high-born girl he’d have to marry. The girls he surrounded himself around were not what he’d imagine appropriate for marriage. But he was young, he was going to enjoy himself. The thought had only just occurred to Theon that Sansa would have never been allowed to act the way Theon had. She was a high-born girl, and there were certain standards. But that wasn’t Theon’s problem. It was quite irritating, actually, that Theon would have to stop doing what he was doing. It was true he would save himself some money, even whores in the North weren’t exactly cheap. But he couldn’t imagine his new wife would be too pleased.

This led to another thought. Marriage meant a lot of things. And one of those things was lying together. Damn. He didn’t particularly want to think of Sansa in that way. Theon was many things, but he wasn’t disrespectful, at least not to the Stark girls. It wasn’t that he saw Sansa as a sister, because he never had. It was true Robb was like his brother, but that was where it ended. Theon wasn’t naïve enough to believe he’d been in love before, not naïve to believe you had to love who you married but, in a way, that would be nice. Theon did not love Sansa, and he very much doubted she loved or even had any warm feelings towards him. The two paths never crossed, or at least hadn’t recently. They lived very separate lives. It wasn’t always like that, however. As a young boy, Theon and Robb would often tease Lord Stark’s bastard and his eldest daughter. Sansa was a few years younger than Theon, and was incredibly uptight, even then.

As an eight-year-old pulled away from his home, Theon struggled to fully understand what it meant. He knew his father had done something wrong to Ned Stark but didn’t really understand what that was. Pyke was no longer his home, but Winterfell. He was an outsider; he wasn’t a Northerner. Constantly he was treated with dirty looks, sneers and unfriendliness. Since he was born, Theon had heard tales of what people were like on the mainland. How they would never accept Ironborn, how they had trapped them and couldn’t be trusted. But as soon as he arrived in Winterfell, it was the complete opposite. It was the Ironborn who were backward. It was his father’s fault, and therefore Theon’s fault. The Ironborn were an embarrassment to all of Westeros. There was a point where Theon started to believe that, started to see himself more of a Northerner than Ironborn. But growing up, he was constantly reminded that this wasn’t the case. This in turn, seemed to force Theon to keep his real feelings close to his chest. He may look like a Northerner, may sound like one, but he wasn’t. He was Ironborn, through and through.

Theon understood one thing. He was being punished for his father’s mistake, whatever that was. His two brothers had been killed in the rebellion. His father forced to bend the knee to Robert Baratheon. And Theon, little Theon, was torn away from his home and family. His brothers had lost their lives. His father had lost his pride. But what about Theon? What had he lost? He remembered bits and pieces about his life before Winterfell, but so many memories seem to drift away as he grew older. It was only the North he could truly see.

Robb was the only one, the first one, who really accepted him. He didn’t seem to care too much about what Theon’s father had done, or at least, he didn’t understand either. They were the same age, and Robb seemed to befriend him almost immediately. And then that was that. They were as thick as thieves. As close as brothers. It was always the two of them. Proper comrades in arms, not that they’d ever had to fight in a battle before.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t constantly remind him that Theon wasn’t a Stark, he wasn’t a member of the family, and he wasn’t a Northerner. It was mostly done in good spirits, a little tease or joke. But Theon could tell it had an underlying meaning, it was as if Lord and Lady Stark were communicating through their son. Theon knew what it meant.

But it was Sansa who surprised Theon the most. Sansa, the little 6-year-old, who first saw this strange boy from the Iron Islands in the courtyard. Her curious nature was clear then, even if she had tried to hide it. But that wasn’t it. Sansa, who has seemingly ignored Theon for the past few years, finding more interest in anything but him, had gifted him something all those years ago. It was only small, seemingly insignificant, but she had still done it. A direwolf, doll, Theon supposed it was. Why? Theon didn’t have a clue. He didn’t want that anyway; he’d wanted to go home. But perhaps it wasn’t a coincidence that Theon had kept it, right until this moment. He hadn’t thought of it until recently, but now he supposed he should give it back to its rightful owner. But for some strange reason, he couldn’t part with it.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. I don’t like it either.” It. Theon thought how stupid it was. The fact that neither of them could even say the words out loud. We’re getting married.

“You don’t know why I’m upset? You’re not the one being shipped off, sent away from your family, from your home. ” Did Sansa have any idea how ignorant she sounded? That was exactly what happened to Theon. He didn’t choose to live at Winterfell, he didn’t choose to be prisoner of the Starks. He didn’t choose for his brothers to be killed, for his father to bend the knee, to be sent away forever. Sansa really didn’t have a clue. She was so self-involved that she didn’t see anything around her. But she was young, not much younger than Theon, but still young. She really had no idea.

“Do you think I wanted to be your father’s ward?”

Sansa shook her head, but Theon could tell she wasn’t listening. “But you’re going home. Back to the Iron Islands. I’ve never even travelled across the sea.” Her eyes darted towards her lap and stayed there. Ah, Theon supposed that did make sense. It was true that Sansa had lived a sheltered life, Theon admitted that. She had never left Winterfell, never left the North. It was bound to be difficult for her. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t difficult for anyone else. It was true that Theon was a Greyjoy. He was born in Pyke, spent his early years playing with his brothers and his sister, he supposed. But that was all taken away from him. He’d grown up in the North, with the Stark children.

Surely, he should be happy? Pleased that he’s been given the chance to go back home to where he belonged. There was once a time when he had a silly, childish fancy about marrying Sansa. Marrying the oldest Stark girl would mean something. It would mean, after everything, Theon would finally be a Stark. He’d be included, he’d be one of them. But that was so long ago. That was when Theon still dreamed of being accepted. He was young and foolish. He didn’t care about that, not really. He was wise enough to know he’d never be one of them. Lord Stark wanted something, and he clearly thought marrying Theon off to Sansa would allow him to get it.

“It’s not that bad. You get used to it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Well, you’ll have to.” Theon’s words came out harsher than intended, but she wasn’t listening. Theon realised he sounded like a child. but Sansa was irritating him. He was trying to understand, see her point of view, but she was making it so bloody difficult. Neither were too pleased about the situation, but they would have to live with it. And surely Sansa must realise it wasn’t great for Theon either. He was going to go home, if he could even call it that. He hadn’t been back to Pyke since he was taken, snatched away from his family. He had changed and he’d imagined things had changed there too. This stirred up some feelings of anxiety in Theon, which wasn’t something he was accustomed to. At least not recently. He’d learn how to block that all out. But he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do that this time.

“I’m sorry, I got angry.” Robb had found Theon again. This time after dinner. Theon had decided it was probably best to avoid Robb for a few hours, but this hadn’t exactly worked out for Theon. Robb had found him outside in the courtyard. He’d wanted to practice his archery, something he hadn’t for a while. Hitting the bullseye three times sufficed for Theon and he was soon cornered by the oldest Stark boy.

“It’s alright, I suppose I forgive you.” Theon glanced towards Robb, who was finding his way to sit beside him. The two boys looked at each other for a moment, smirking, as if they knew a secret no one else did. Robb wasn’t angry at Theon, not really. He knew deep down it wasn’t Theon’s fault, but he wouldn’t dare blame his father, not in public. And Theon supposed from Robb’s perspective, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. They’d be brothers-in-law now. And Robb knew Theon. He wasn’t a random lord being thrusted onto his sister. But that didn’t necessarily mean it was a good thing.

“You forgive me? If you weren’t promised to my sister, I would…”

“I’m sure you would.” It seemed Robb was getting relatively skilled at threatening things and not finishing his sentences. They were all empty promises. What would Robb do realistically?

Robb sighed to himself, fidgeting in his seat a little. “At least it’s not for a while. Sansa will get used to it. And who knows? She might like Pyke.”

Theon gave his friend an incredulous look. “I find that unlikely.” Sansa had no idea what it was going to be like in the Iron Islands. It seems none of the Starks did. It wasn’t like the North. The Ironborn ways of life were very different. Surely, Ned Stark knew that. Surely, he knew what he was sending his eldest daughter into. But he was going to do it anyway. Clearly, that Iron Fleet was more important.

“You get to go home. Where you belong.” Robb was ignoring Theon’s eye. Surely, he wasn’t angry at him too? Gods, Theon was finding it hard to keep up with who wasn’t annoyed at him. He hadn’t asked for any of this. If it were up to him, he would still be in the Iron Islands. But this was how it was going to be, and they’d all have to get used to it.

“Yes.” Home. Where was that exactly? Theon wasn’t so sure.

“Did father mention…our trip?” Oh, yes. Theon and Robb had the delight of informing Theon’s father, Balon Greyjoy, current Lord of the Iron Islands, of the news. Theon couldn’t wait. It was quite conflicting, if Theon was being completely honest. On the one hand, he was finally being given a chance to go home, back to Pyke. He’d spent the past 10 years at Winterfell, being constantly reminded how he didn’t belong, how he wasn’t one of them, how he’d never be part of the Starks. And why would he want to be? He was a Greyjoy, not a Stark. But still, even now, Theon feared going back. 10 years was a long time. His brothers were gone. His father...his father had given him away. His last boy. Everything he had ever told Theon about the Ironborn, it all seemed like lies. He bent the knee so quickly, so easily. Shipped off his heir like it was nothing. Theon didn’t know how his father would take the news either. Not great, most likely. Theon also didn’t know how he’d be received back home. Like a Lord? Like a Prince? Like a stranger? He had no clue. It made him feel uneasy, which was a feeling he didn’t like.

“You’ll be able to report back to Sansa. Tell her how delightful the Iron Islands are.” Imagining Sansa on Pyke was not something Theon had ever had to do. And if he was being completely honest, he still couldn’t. She belonged in Winterfell, in the North. He was sure this was what her mother would tell her, had always tell her. Theon knew Lady Stark didn’t favor him, just as she didn’t the Stark bastard. But at least Jon had some connection to the family. Theon had next to nothing. Which he was sure Lady Stark would instill in Sansa, as she had done since Theon arrived.

“I can’t wait.” Well, at least someone found it amusing.

“You know, I wasn’t intended for your father.” Catelyn was sitting in her chambers once again, but this time was accompanied by her eldest daughter, Sansa. Ned had been the one who had wanted to tell Sansa the news of her impending marriage. But Catelyn, regardless of her own feelings, knew it should come from her. It would be clear to Sansa that it was her mother who opposed the idea more than her father. So, it was important that Catelyn spoke to Sansa directly. She understood in a way. She was once intended for someone, another, but things turn out in mysterious ways. Sansa was sitting beside her mother on her bed, watching her as she finished the last line of her threading.

“Uncle Brandon.” Sansa nodded, hearing this story before. Though her father never spoke of his sister, Lyanna, she had heard the story of what had happened to his brother, Brandon, and his father. He rarely spoke of them, but clearly it was less painful that Lyanna. Sansa wondered what truly happened to her, and whether they would ever find out.

But her mother and Uncle Brandon, she knew about them. Catelyn Stark was intended for Brandon Stark, her father’s older brother. He was to be Lord of Winterfell. But when he and his father was killed by the Mad King, Catelyn was intended for the younger Stark, Eddard. Sansa heard tales of how they first met on their wedding day but loved each other regardless. Sansa wondered how true this really was.

“That’s right. And your Aunt Lysa…”

“Would have been father’s wife. That always sounds so wrong.” Shaking her head, Sansa moved to watch the skies from her mother’s window. It was a small one, could only be a few inches long, and the evening light was starting to set in. She knew exactly where this conversation was going and knew she couldn’t avoid it no matter how much she wanted to.

“Oh, it does. But your grandfather knew the importance of alliances, as does your father.” It was true that at the time, young Catelyn liked the idea of being betrothed to Ned’s older brother. She would be Lady of Winterfell, her family would be connected to another great house, and she admired Brandon. It wasn't until he died, was she intended for his younger brother, Ned, was that she realised that fate had led her to that path for a reason.

“You don’t like Theon.” Catelyn had known she had made this abundantly clear. She didn’t trust the Greyjoys. Didn’t trust Balon Greyjoy. She didn’t trust his son. There was just something about Theon. The way he strutted around Winterfell. That smirk he would often wear. It always put Catelyn on edge. But she knew that overlooking this would be best. There was no point arguing. Sansa would wed Theon. And that was that.

“I… what I believe doesn’t matter, Sansa.”

“Yes, it does.”

Catelyn sighed, Sansa was proving difficult, of course she was. Catelyn would often spend much of her time berating her youngest daughter, Arya, who seemed intent on not doing things her mother wanted. It seems she spent so much time on Arya, she had forgotten how stubborn Sansa could be. “Sansa…”

“It’s not about Theon. I don’t… dislike him. I just want to stay here, with you.” Sansa hadn’t spent much time thinking about Theon, he had always been there, for as long as she could remember. But this wasn’t what Sansa was upset about. She didn’t care about Theon. It was this castle, this place she was currently sitting within. Winterfell was her home. She had never imagined herself anywhere else. It wasn’t fair. Why did she have to leave? Why couldn’t they stay in Winterfell, or at least the North? Sansa had no idea what the Iron Islands were like, but by the way she had heard Theon speak about them in the past, Sansa could tell her wouldn’t like them.

“Sansa, this was always going to happen. It’s what happens to high born girls.” Focusing all her attention on her daughter, Catelyn moved so she faced Sansa, grasping their hands together. “And besides, being Lady of the Iron Islands, that doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

“Lady…but not of Winterfell?” As soon as those words escaped Sansa’s mouth, she already knew the answer. She would never be Lady of Winterfell. Her children wouldn’t be Starks. Her home wouldn’t be where she had grown up. And her family would be scattered across the country. Robb at Winterfell. Jon at the Wall. Arya married off to some lord. Bran a knight. And baby Rickon? She couldn’t imagine him as anything else than he was now.

There was a time when Sansa was much younger that she dreamt of being a queen, not a great lady. This was a stupid childhood fantasy, one that of course would never come true. She also remembered a time when Theon would spout on about how he was not a Lord, but a Prince. Before Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon had taken the Iron Islands, had so-called forced Balon Greyjoy to bend the knee, the Iron Islands was an independent kingdom. To Sansa, this all sounded like a lot of rubbish. Theon seemed to exaggerate a lot when he was younger, and this was just another example. In a way, Sansa thought it quite amusing now. Maybe she was going to get what she wanted after all.

“No, Robb’s wife will hold that position.” Robb’s wife. Oh, yes. Why hadn’t Robb been forced into a marriage? Why was it only Sansa? Sansa pictured Robb’s face when he heard the news. He knew Theon, more so than Sansa ever could. What would he think? Would he laugh about it? Commiserate Theon? Would he be angry? Maybe. He was protective of his siblings, even still now, when he no longer needed to be.

“I’ll miss you.”

“You will always be here with me, I promise.”

Sansa looked up at her mother, she looked into her eyes and saw nothing but sadness. Sansa felt that sadness, but she felt something else too. Sansa felt an overwhelming sense of dread. She was to marry Theon Greyjoy, and that was that.

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this film is a masterpiece. it really made me cry watching the whole film. it made me realize a lot of things and taught a very enlightening lesson in life. i really admire mi-so and ha-eun friendship or bond. since they were a kid and especially when they grow up. tho there's something happened in their friendship ( bcs of that guy haha kidding ) it didn't make their friendship to break. plus, what makes their friendship so special is the unwavering support and understanding they provide for one another. despite of their own personal struggles and differences, mi-so and ha-eun are always there for each other, offering a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear. they provide a safe space where they can be vulnerable and authentic, without fear of judgment or rejection. we witness the ups and downs of their lives, including heartbreak, career setbacks, and personal growth. butt through it all, their friendship remains a constant source of strength and solace. they celebrate each other's successes, console each other during difficult times, and push each other to become better versions of themselves. their friendship also highlights the importance of acceptance and forgiveness. mi-so and ha-eun have their fair share of disagreements and misunderstandings, but they always find a way to reconcile and move forward. they understand that friendships, like any relationship, require effort and compromise. their friendship showcases the power of unconditional love and support. they accept each other for who they are, flaws and all, and provide a safe haven where they can be their authentic selves. it would be really nice to have someone in our life that will always have our back and this film basically showed us that a soulmate can take any form in your life. it doesn't have to be your lover and in this case ( in the film ) it is a friend who know every single truth about the you, it's a someone who knows how to handle you, it's someone who make you feel seen and will always choose to stay with you no matter what. their portrayal shows that even the two person needed to go, to grow and live their lives separately, it doesn't mean knowing and loving that person less, but always being there for that person. plus i love ha-eun so much. i admire how she manage to be calm she is in every situation tho deep inside it makes her feel shjt. and how she act like naive but she actually know the whole truth, it's just that she just keep silent or she just keep it all to herself. and i somehow see myself on her, it's probably bcs she's kind of introverted and reserved, often unsure of herself and her abilities. just like her, i sometimes doubt my own worth or abilities nd i find it difficult to fully embrace my own potential. just like her, we both want to be like mi-so who manage to be free and wild, to do what ever she want. but anw, her character throughout the film is really inspiring since she learn how to overcome her insecurities and find her own path. it's just that it pains me so much when she died at the age of “27” haha. but as the core of this film, their bonds reminds me of the importance of having someone who understands us deeply and stands by our side, no matter what. their friendship serves as a reminder to cherish and nurture the relationships that bring joy, comfort, and understanding into our lives. this made me realize how many adventures i will go on before actually settling into adult life. the way mi-so did and the way ha-eun could if her life didn't end so unfortunately. the future is a actually scary but this is the reality of life and because of this film, i came to realize that if i truly believed in myself and is not afraid of what's to come in my life then it will definitely turn out to be an amazing story just like this one ( i hope ) or just make things more interesting i guess. and lastly, their bond as they are artist and the way that they draw each other especially when ha-eun draw mi-so is the unforgettable scene in the movie.

the acting and the cinematography is 💯

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Arista Neptune is live! React content, rating your dating profile, league of legends later?

Arista Neptune, 25yo, she/her. Local Lesbian crystal mommy~*Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon, Aquarius Rising*~E-sports queen streaming my music, gaming, roleplaying, cosplaying, and just chatting nearly everyday, join the party! :* All my fans are cuties xoxoxo

Bio: Growing up within the bundle of Neptune sisters, Arista was a bubbly and outgoing child who was prone to losing herself within her daydreams. After her mother’s sudden death, however, Arista slowly became more guarded. With one less parent it was easy to get lost in the noise of having so many siblings, and Arista had to learn to cope with sometimes not getting attention at all. At first it caused her to argue with her sisters,only for that mellow out as she matured–except for the occasional disagreement. Arista ended up going to university for her music, and eventually graduated with high honors in her field. There was only one problem. Music was…..well…all of her sisters were into music, and her oldest sister was already a professional. She’d still be sharing the spotlight at best, at worst Arista feared it would look like she was stealing her sister’s thing. So shortly before she graduated, her friends convinced her to try something different-streaming online. Arista had never considered it before, but as her friends hyped her up, she got excited, and she started a small channel where she streamed herself playing games sometimes, or practising her music to anyone who listened. At first, that meant nearly no one. However Arista, for the first time felt the beginnings of having her own space. After a few years however, it stopped being “no one” watching. It became a few hundreds, then a few thousands, then a few tens of thousands, then over one hundred thousand on occasion. Yet around Redwood, she never changed. In fact, Arista downplayed it. Partially because of the worry that like always, her career choice would be seen as weird or immature, and she was tired of being the immature, silly one. Partially because she liked having something of a double life, one in which she could go all out, and one where she could relax and be all vibes. Truth is, Arista, deep down, often finds herself just as insecure as she’s always been, especially in a town where everyone knows her family. She’d like to learn to be as brave as she is online in person, and to be seen as someone who is just as cool as she thinks all of her sisters are.

Official Bio: Additional:

Arista is a lesbian and uses she/her pronouns

Arista is very much into mysticism; She follows horoscopes and has a passion for tarot cards and crystals. Also known to make great meditation jars and altars.

Arista has her own apartment with a great streaming set up, but also has a small studio meant for playing and recording professional grade music, that anyone in Redwood can use as long as they’ve asked so she can prepare for them.

Arista plays DnD with Morgan, Jim, and the rest of that table.Arista has two pet ferrets.Arista has ADHD, which made school especially difficult for her.

Arista is great with kids from growing up with so many sisters, and she babysat as a job throughout high school and university, in addition to helping coach colorguard/winter guard grade school teams, and teaching at community music camps.She is always down to babysit for others, and will do it for free.

Arista has pet ferrets! Two of them.

Personality:

Arista is very hippy dippy, and often has a camera with her, although not always on. She is friendly and bubbly, if not spacey. She has no problem approaching others first for small talk, but is a lot more insecure when it comes to getting to know her personally. She wants to be seen as cool, pretty, and fun, and avoids situations or conversations where she might not come off like such- unless she absolutely can’t. She is non judgemental and loves to have fun, and will pull you out onto the dance floor.

Wanted Connections:

-Friends

-A best friend

-Roommates

-Girlfriend

-Her sisters

-”Friend” who is just using her to try to launch their own career

-High school friend she was a total nerd with.

-Someone who bullied her in high school

-Someone who is a huge fan of her streams

-Someone who helps her with her streams (maybe streams themselves and guests, someone who helps her get set up and do events, someone who works as her mod/editor, someone who plays games with her)

-Someone to be friends with who is so disconnected from online and social media, and is also new enough to town where they didn’t grow up with the Neptunes, so Arista truly has no expectations when she meets them/spends time with them.

-Former college roommate (good or bad)

Wanted Connections/Plots:

-Your Muse knew you recognized Arista from somewhere, and catches her off guard when you come up to her to say hi and take a selfie. Arista does your muse one better, and asks you to join her for smoothies.

-Your muse is superstitious, and is constantly looking for signs of what to do or what might be incoming. Your muse goes to Arista at least weekly for tarot readings and horoscope predictions.

-Or, Your muse is very much not superstitious. Tarot, Horoscopes, auras, it’s all nonsense. You don’t understand why she’s so into it, or why others around town humor it. Your muse starts going to her for readings with the intent to prove that it is all nonsense--except stuff that can vaguely be connected to what she read, keeps happening.

-Your muse bullied Arista in high school when they found out about her more nerdy interests. You both haven’t talked since then. Perhaps your muse feels guilty now, and wants to apologize, but they know it’s going to take more than an ‘I’m sorry’, or perhaps they still can’t stand her and make it a point to talk to her with the intent to embarrass her.

-Your muse and Arista are best friends, either from childhood, or college. You hang out all of the time and tell each other everything. You help encourage each other, and try to set each other up with anything the other needs- success, romance, that thing they’ve been eyeing in the store for months, whatever it is, you’ll both help each other with it.

-Your muse needs a recording studio for their work, be it music, voice acting, etc. Arista lets your muse use hers. Your muse appreciates that Arista is low key and lets you show up at odd hours as long as you text her first- and she seems to be up 24/7 and always responds promptly. She’ll also always have the coffee and tea maker there warmed up for you by the time you get there. Your muse and Arista may have not been close at first, but you’re only a few 3am lattes away from needing to admit you’re friends.

-Arista is still pretty awkward about her sexuality, and worries it others her too much. Your muse knows and has been helping her become more confident, and perhaps has started trying to set her up with other LGBTQ+ people around town, for friends or dates.

-Your muse knows Arista is a mini internet celeb, with a ton of money, followers, and brands that send her cool things all the time. Your muse wants that for themselves, and has started going out of their way to befriend her with selfish goals in mind.

-Arista finds your muse alone somewhere after they had a very bad day, and listens to them for a while and tries to cheer them up and give them advice.

-Your muse and Arista have a jam session and play and write some music together.

Taken Connections:

-Sisters: @attinaneptune and @arianaxneptune

-Crush/Flirting With/Has a Date with: @ritasaysrelax

#happiestplacetask #happiestplacetask11 #muse #arista muse #headcanon

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As an avid sunshine x grumpy connoisseur (both rokantic and platonic) i so understand the mc-sean thing. Its just so fun to write and read!

N e ways could you perhaps share your thoughs on The Olds (Jinfeng, Sifu and co.)? Pretty please?

Ooh I’d be more than happy to share my thoughts about the oldies! Regarding the Wood and Water Guardians, I don’t have a lot of headcanons about them except for creating OCs as their surviving relatives post-massacre 😅 So I’ll stick with Sifu, Sean’s father, and Jinfeng for now XD

Starting with Jinfeng, I didn’t know her backstory at the time of writing my fic (nor do I have the game, so I couldn’t check for myself), so I created one for her - only to realize much later that her backstory is written on a wall in the Tower 🙃 Basically, she was born to an impoverished family (which I’d already assumed) as the eldest of four sisters, only to lose her family and right arm in a terrible criminal attack. Following that, she relocates to the city, trains, and becomes the first female Sifu in that region, teaching poor families, women, and girls how to fight, etc.

I’ve kept all that as the basis and just added my headcanons on top loll Before the attack, little Jinfeng is sent to a kung-fu school so she can learn how to defend her younger sisters. And it’s there that she finds Sifu and Sean’s father, and becomes their little sister – not just as a fellow student, but in a more familial way XD She becomes the sunshiney one while Sifu is the voice of reason and Sean’s father is grumpy loll I’d say they’re kinda like the older generation version of Yang-Sean-MC, which presents quite a few parallels between Jinfeng and fem!MC.

Following the attack, Sifu and Sean’s father avenge Jinfeng by dealing with her attackers, though Sifu is affected enough by the experience that he vows to take the Wude path; on the other hand, Sean’s father has no problem beating people up loll And afterward, they support Jinfeng as she heals, and they all train and grow up together! 😁

Regarding Sifu and Sean’s father, I imagine they lived in a similar region as Jinfeng as kids – Sifu was probably better off; meanwhile, Sean’s father was in the roughest neighbourhood and developed a rough personality because of it, which is later passed down to Sean. I’d say Sifu was the most level-headed of the trio (though he’d still get in some trouble as a kid hahaa); he’s the “middle sibling” and the most conscious about the virtues in kung-fu. Sean’s father was protective of Sifu and Jinfeng as a kid, given that he’s the eldest; but he’s probably the reason they got in rough (or dangerous) situations in the first place loll 😅

In their adult era, I like to think that Sifu and Sean’s father are pretty smart when they’re separate, but when you put them together, they gotta share one braincell while Jinfeng gets the other to herself 😂 I even had this crack idea about putting the three in an escape room; Sifu would climb out the window (or search for the key if there’s no window), Sean’s father would break the door down, and Jinfeng would force them to solve the room lmaoo

I think having Jinfeng as their little sister adds to the betrayal later when she works with Yang to take down the Guardians. By that point, she likely had some disagreements with Sifu and Sean’s father about the talismans, but they didn’t realize how far she was willing to go to do it. I do think she truly believed what she did was for the best – she wanted to prevent others from suffering what she did as a child – but at the same time, I imagine she had to bury her guilt and grief so deeply that she wouldn’t feel it anymore.

I also headcanon that she’s kept her conspiracy board up for eight years because she regularly goes down to the Rift to look at Sifu and Sean’s father’s portraits, since she has no other mementos of them (which is something I’ve added to my extended Sifu fic XD)

And that’s the summary of my thoughts! I did start a mini-comic about Jinfeng last year, but it’s been sitting in my drafts forever and I don’t know if I’ll ever return to it 😭But anyway, thank you so much for your ask, anon!! I always love a chance to ramble about my ideas lololl (and feel free to share yours too, if you’d like! 😊💗)

#sunshine x grumpy is definitely mc and sean #and i love it loll #coming up with new ways for mc to make sean open up emotionally is quite a fun challenge! XDD #asks #anon asks #sifu #sifu game #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing

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what comprises a great relationship/life partner?

Barack Obama’s advice on marriage/partnership:

“Here’s the advice I give everyone about marriage—[are they] someone you find interesting?” The president went on, “You will spend more time with this person than anyone else for the rest of your life, and there is nothing more important than always wanting to hear what [they have] to say about things.”

... Do you find your partner interesting? Does this person make you laugh? If you see children in your future, will this person be a good parent? ... You can have good times with any pretty stranger. That’s not the job you’re applying for with marriage. (x)

what makes people end a long-term relationship (1+ years)?

...he wasn't growing up and I was. Met the first week of college. Had too much fun for too long. I eventually got focused on my studies, worked a lot of hours, and just generally started acting like a responsible adult. (x)

He was "good" for me. After 3 years together we got engaged. A few months later I went to visit a friend across the country and saw how incredibly happy his wife made him. I decided that good wasn't good enough. (x)

I had lost all respect for him intellectually and kept getting mad ... Despite being a kind and loving person, I seriously needed someone on my level intellectually. (x)

He never made an effort to be part of my new life and always wanted me to visit him instead (he still lived with his parents). ... after a while I began to dread going. Going back to his parents' house seemed like a step back to me, after having my own place ... The things I used to find exciting about him ... began to irritate me, I began to find him immature. (x)

Because I was in love with someone else (I didn't cheat or anything, spent about a month trying to suppress my feelings and feeling unimaginable guilt). (x)

Lack of sexual interest/romantic intent - lived like roommates (x)

because we were no longer the same people we fell in love with, we both grew up and apart and took different paths. I wanted/needed different qualities in a partner as I grew up and we weren't fulfilling each others happiness like we used to, which could not be fixed in this situation. (x)

He was a workaholic to the point that I saw him about 6 days per month. ... I hated being alone in the relationship, I didn't want to do that with children. (x)

The goal should be to celebrate mutual differences and let them enrich both your lives. (x)

when I picked her up from the airport she said how much she missed me and I realized I really didn’t (x)

when I cared more about his wellbeing than he cared about his own wellbeing. I would have moved mountains for him if it made his life easier and he just continuously put himself in shitty situations. I eventually just gave up. I can't be with someone who doesn't care about themselves. (x)

misalignment of fundamental core values such as kindness and compassion. ... We can’t have a civilized [disagreements.] ... I don't feel empowered to be my best around her. ... In a partnership, I’m looking for an autonomous woman who is already complete and fulfilled by herself. In return, she is also looking for a partner who will add and complement her life. And when together, we can learn, create and experience more than we could on our own. Additionally, we can be best friends to grow, share, and celebrate the beautiful journey of life together. Hence, I’m not looking for a “project” that wants to be “fixed” or “saved.” ... In the relationship, my responsibility is to make her feel safe, support her, and be her anchor during her emotional flails. ... The healthiest type of romantic relationship involves two wholesome individuals with similar values walking side by side with a shared vision. They are traveling along the journey of life together supporting each other. Additionally, they provide mirrors for one another to see their reflections so they further master themselves. ... by not having space for your own needs and wants, you cannot show up in your most powerful state to serve the world, (x)

For all the people who "got lucky"...please stop presenting your personal relationship success as an expectation for the rest of us! Because, as the statistics show, you're on the narrow end of the bell curve! Congrats, for sure! But please don't rub it in! If I am to believe in "luck" then I have to say most of mine has been pretty bad, so I would much rather have an approach, like the one Tim has presented here, with a little more personal choice and control involved. (x)

If I understand you correctly, you have discovered through your own personal experimentation that your needs and preferences as an individual are incompatible with the contemporary social/cultural template of courtship. Just please try to remember that marriage itself is a social/cultural expectation which places enormous pressure on people to pursue it as a goal for themselves - - regardless of whether or not it is really something they truly desire as an individual. (x)

Michelle Obama on dating: ... it's important not to rush the process of getting to know someone.

"People aren't perfect, marriage is hard, it's a struggle for everyone,"

"But the question you have to ask is: Do you want to spend this life with somebody? Do you want to build something with someone?

"There's no magic way to make that happen except the basics of finding somebody, being honest about wanting to be with them, to date them seriously, to plan on making a commitment to date them, seeing where it goes, and then making it happen.

"There's work and practice that goes into, 'I'm going to get off the [dating] apps, and I'm going to actually ask this girl out and I'm going to take her out for a few months. I'm going to invest in this other person and I'm going to see where that goes. And if it doesn't go anywhere, then OK we'll break up,' because that's what dating is.

"There were times that I wanted to push Barack out of the window," Obama said.

"And I say that because it's like, you've got to know the feelings will be intense. But that doesn't mean you quit. And these periods can last a long time. They can last years."

"And if I had given up on it, if I had walked away from it, in those tough times, then I would've missed all the beauty that was there as well." (x)

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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A STEP FURTHER

Sequel to SIT ON ME

a/n: as per requested, here is a part two to my recent sebastian fic! hope you guys will like it as much as you did the previous part! also, there’s not gonna be any more parts!

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Assistant!Reader

word count: 3k

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You were expecting it. You knew how the internet and most importantly, Sebastian’s fans work. Just hours after the event, dozens of videos got out of Sebastian saying that he wanted you to sit on him if he was a chair, an answer to a highly inappropriate question that shouldn’t have been asked in the first place, but your crazy ass boss thought otherwise.

It washed over the whole fandom and soon enough everyone was talking about the two of you. And because part of your job is to be up to date about Sebastian’s media presence, you had to face not just him but yourself all over the internet. Fans started to dig up every tiny interaction between the two of you caught on camera, they posted photo montages of you and him just out and about or going from one meeting to the other. They started to look for signs that you’re dating and half of the fandom became convinced that you’re in a secret relationship. Speculations and rumors spread faster than wildfire and there was no way to stop it, you just had to live with it.

In the meanwhile, Sebastian didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. It’s like he didn’t even acknowledge the fuss about the two of you, like it was all so natural and normal to be seen as a couple by the whole world when you were just his employee.

“What? It’s not like I ever addressed anything about my dating life,” he shrugged one day when you asked him why he is not caring about the situation at all. And that was pretty much it.

The fans wouldn’t have been that big of a deal to you either. They are strangers, they always get fixated on something and soon enough you knew something new would come up and make them forget about your existence. The people close to you on the other hand are a whole different side of the story.

Following the event, Mackie wouldn’t shut up about Sebastian being hopelessly in love with you and he would nag you to go on a date already, getting on your nerves even more than he usually does with his nosiness. You love the man, you really do, but he needs to learn how to stay in his own lane.

And then, slowly but surely every friend you and Sebastian shared caught up on the story and they started asking you about it again and again and you had to tell them the same thing every damn time: you and Sebastian were working together, no romance was involved between the two of you.

No one believed you.

Now it’s been weeks and people still go crazy whenever you and Seb step out together, which happens quite often since he’s been having a busy month work-wise. Paparazzi are always following you around, catching every moment you spend out in the public, putting you on the tabloids nonstop. It’s become your usual.

Another day, another event. The day starts early for you before you pick Sebastian up and heading out to have breakfast before you are supposed to show up at the concert hall that’s going to be the venue of today’s interview and Q&A.

“Mackie has been blowing my phone up all morning,” you grumble upon seeing another text from said man before you just turn your phone screen facing down so you can finish your toast in peace.

“What does he want?” Sebastian hums.

“He is asking if I’m coming today, as if I missed any events these past weeks,” you huff shaking your head.

“He has been acting weird,” Sebastian grimaces, reaching for his coffee. “Weirder than his usual,” he adds.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, he just asks weird stuff,” he shrugs, not paying much attention to it and you decide to do the same.

Not much later, you’re finished with your food, only sipping on your coffee when you spot a group of girls near your table, their phones pointing in your direction and you have to stop yourself from growling, turning a little so you’re not facing the phones entirely. Sebastian notices your discomfort and looking around he spots the girls as well before turning back to face you. He doesn’t say a word, just gets up from his seat and strides over to the group as you watch him with wide eyes.

“Hi girls, can I ask you to delete the pictures you took, please? I’m happy to take selfies with you, just please don’t post the ones of us eating, okay?” you hear him ask them, leaving you completely speechless. Luckily, the girls are happy to obligate and he quickly poses for pictures with all of them before joining you back at the table.

“Why did you do that?” you ask him, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You clearly didn’t like that they took pictures of us and I know you don’t like how we are being talked about recently, so I thought I would… try to help about that a little,” he shrugs, finishing the rest of his coffee.

“I just don’t like that everyone is in our business,” you sigh, folding your arms on your chest as you lean back in your seat.

“So we have business? Together?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you over the table.

“That’s not how I… We talked about this, Seb,” you breathe out, your shoulders falling forward.

“Ages ago. Things might have changed since then,” he suggests shrugging his shoulder.

“I still work for you,” you point it out. “Things are better this way.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” he mumbles, clearly hurt by your words, but there’s not much you can do against it. “Let’s go, I don’t want Mackie to be up in my ass for being late,” he sighs, leaving the money on the table that most likely covers both your meals and a fat tip as well.

The car ride to the venue is silent, but not in the comfortable way it sometimes is. It’s awkward and you keep glancing at him, trying to find the right words but you’re not even sure what you want to tell him.

I’m sorry we work together so we can’t date? I’m sorry I keep rejecting you? I’m sorry I’m afraid if we go any further than this it will ruin our friendship?

You have absolutely no idea how to deal with it, so you just stay silent, right until you arrive to the venue. Before Seb could get out of the car you speak up.

“Are you mad at me now?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip.

“I’m not mad, Y/N. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you,” he truthfully answers, his eyes only falling on you after he has spoken.

“But there’s something, I can tell.”

“I’m just a little frustrated, is all.”

“Because of what people say about us?” you make a guess.

“Because there’s this unsaid situation between us and you just don’t let me address it. You don’t want to talk about it and whenever it’s brought up, you just shut the door right at my face,” he explains and with each spoken word, you feel worse and worse.

“It’s a complicated situation,” you breathe out.

“It’s not,” he retorts. “Do you not like me?”

“Of course I like you!”

“Okay, I like you too so why can’t we be more than just friends?”

“Because we are not just friends. I’m working for you, it’s a different situation!”

“Y/N, this is not an office job, there’s no HR, no policies, we can do whatever we want!” he chuckles bitterly as you keep your eyes down. You don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s not just because of work, but because you’re terribly afraid of being a disappointment to him if you eventually give it a try.

Your silence doesn’t amuses Sebastian and you don’t have time to rave any longer about the situation.

“Forget it, sorry I brought it up again. Let’s just… get over with this thing,” he mumbles before getting out of the car.

You move around each other like strangers, he is clearly avoiding to even look at you and you’re feeling guilty even though you don’t think you have a reason to. Still, you hate seeing him this upset, especially when it’s because of you.

The change in your act is not that evident, but Mackie immediately notices it. When you walk past him he grabs your wrist and pulls you aside.

“What the hell is going on?” he asks with wide, curious eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you retort, acting innocent, but there’s a reason why you didn’t become an actress, you suck at even lying.

“You and Seb are acting like a divorcing couple!” he whisper-yells. Pursing your lip you start chewing on the inside of your cheek as you nervously tap your foot on the ground.

“We just… had a little disagreement.”

“About what?”

“Us,” you breathe out, your head hanging low.

“Wait, so there is an ‘us’?” he asks, air-quoting the last word and you roll your eyes at him.

“No, that’s what the disagreement was about. He wants and I…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t, because I know that’s bullshit. Y/N, I see the way you look at that man, why are you making it so hard for the both of you?”

“It’s just—It might ruin everything and I can’t afford that right now.”

“Ruin everything?!” he grimaces. “What would it ruin?”

“I said fucking everything!” you snap at him, losing your patience that you’re the only one who has issues with the situation. “Our friendship, my job, everything! And I don’t want that. I can’t have that.”

“Dating someone wouldn’t ruin the friendship, Y/N. This is not middle school. Friendship is part of being with someone and you two have that. Just let it take a step further.”

“Thanks for the advice, but I’m good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have stuff to do,” you mumble under your breath before walking away from him before he could get another word out.

It’s not that you don’t want it, because you do, you really do. You’ve been in love with the man for a long time and knowing that he has feelings for you too makes you have a heart attack every time you think about it. But you are so afraid it might go south and then you’ll end up losing your job and one of your closest friends as well. Because above everything Sebastian grew to be your biggest confidant, the person you turn to whenever you are feeling down, when you need a shoulder to cry on, you can’t imagine your life without him anymore and it’s not just about the times when you’re working. Traveling around the world with him is a blessing, you love the little moments you share, the late night movie nights in hotel rooms or when you’re exploring a new city together. You love messing around in his trailer when he is filming, making silly videos on sets or playing around with props you shouldn’t even touch. You can share anything with him and vice versa. If you lose him for whatever reason, you would be left with a hole in your life that would just simply never disappear, because no one will ever be like him and that’s a fact. You’re terribly afraid to risk everything for something that might not even work. You might be a horrible item, romance can bring out things of people that haven’t shown before.

The guys finally get on stage and you watch them from the side as always. It goes as usual, they are joking around, making a show, entertaining the audience as they go over the interview before the question round starts. You don’t realize it at first, but you’re holding your breath as one question follows the other, you’re scared someone might ask Sebastian about you and the shit show would blow up again. You can only hope his answer wouldn’t be as stupid as it was before. But luckily, the audience keeps you out of their business, only focusing on what’s important, so you start to feel relieved. Right until the whole event is nearing its end and Mackie decides to take matters into his own hands.

“I think we have time for one more question,” the interviewer announces and dozens of hands shoot up into the air, desperate to get the chance to ask the men on stage, but before anyone could get the mic, Mackie speaks up.

“Actually, can I have that last question?” he chimes in holding up a finger.

“Uh, sure, go ahead!” the interviewer responds, clearly a little puzzled about his request. Mackie then turns to face Sebastian who is sitting on his right and just by the look on his face you already know what it’s gonna be about.

“Sebastian, my question is: What do you love most about Y/N?”

He can barely finish the question, the crowd erupts in cheers and whistles that he had the guts to ask him about you, but you’re feeling different about his ballsy move.

“Mackie! No!” you shout from the side, both men looking your way. Mackie tries to look innocent while Sebastian’s face is unreadable, his piercing blue eyes are just staring right back at you and you wish you could read his mind.

“Alright, I take back the ques—“ Mackie starts in a mumble, but Sebastian is quick to cut him off.

“Nah, I’ll answer,” he simply says, another round of cheering filling the place and you accept defeat.

Squatting down you hug your knees to your chest as you listen to the inevitable answer Sebastian is about to give.

“What I love the most about Y/N is that she is genuinely the best person anyone could ever have in their life. She is so selfless and caring towards others, always got her friends’ back no matter what. I love that we aren’t just simply working together but we are friends too, really good ones and that I know nothing can change that.”

Listening to his soothing voice through the speakers, you feel your throat closing up, especially at the last part he just said. Chewing on your bottom lip you tilt your head to the side as he continues.

“Literally anything can happen, we could have the worst fight ever and I still know that we would make up no matter what. She is… just an amazing and exceptional person.”

There’s a heavy moment of silence and you’re staring at him from afar with teary eyes as his eyes are glued to his hands in his lap.

“Damn,” Mackie breathes out, making everyone laugh and Sebastian’s gaze rises to him with a small smile on his lips.

There’s no time to dwell on his answer, the event needs to end. The interviewer thanks for their time and as the crowd cheers to them they head off the stage, waving at them until they disappear.

You’ve moved to the corner of the room, not wanting to be in the way, but you’re still not over the speech Sebastian just gave about you. As he appears from the stage his eyes are clearly scanning the room, searching for someone and when he finally spots you, his face hardens as he heads in your way. You’re standing with your hand covering your lips, eyes still slightly watered and seeing you like this he knots his eyebrows together in worry.

“Hey, what’s—“

“Did you mean that?” you breathe out, your voice trembling. “Did you mean it that nothing can change that?”

“Of course,” he nods, finally seeing what this is all about. “We’ve always found our way back to each other, haven’t we?”

“But dating is so much different than what we do now!” you breathe out, still not entirely sure it’s what you should do.

“Why would it be?” he chuckles softly. “We are already spending the majority of our time together, we know each other better than some couples, it wouldn’t be that big of a change, Y/N. And just like how it could ruin things between us, not taking the step could do the same, because sooner or later it’s gonna be unbearable, one of us might end up dating someone else and that wouldn’t do good to us for sure. I would rather accept the end of it knowing that we gave us a try than not even trying.”

“What if I turn out to be a completely shitty girlfriend?” you ask in a whisper as he steps closer, his hands finding your wrists as he pulls them away from your face, holding them gently. “W-What if I—“

“Shut up,” he cuts you off chuckling. “There’s no chance you are shitty at anything,” he replies teasingly, making you smile the slightest. “But even if you do end up being one, we’ll work on it together.”

His hands guide your hands around his waist, you hold onto his shirt as he cups your face in his hands, his face inching closer until his nose is brushing against yours.

“I really hope you’re right,” you breathe out, giving up to resist it any longer. There’s no use.

“Was I ever not right?” he asks smugly.

“Oh remember when—“

You don’t get to finish, because he silences you the best way possible, his lips smashing onto yours. It’s been long due and it doesn’t disappoint, his lips feel soft and perfect against yours, you can’t help but let out a pleased hum as your hands slide up his toned chest and your arms curl around his neck while his hands find your waist strong arms circling your waist as he pulls you tight against him.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Mackie’s voice breaks the moment and as you both pull back and turn in his direction, you see him pump his fist into the air with a victorious smirk on his face.

“Mind your own business, Mackie!” Seb calls out to him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck giggling like a little school girl.

“It’s my business! I made it happen!” Mackie retorts and a laugh rumbles through Seb’s chest.

“I’ll send you a thank you gift card later!” he shouts back before turning to you again, kissing the side of your head.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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hi <3 i hope you’re well and having a beautiful day so far. i was wondering if you could write a fic about sirius or logan’s brother like relationship to adele - for example, how they would approach her when she’s having a bad day or when she needs advice about something or maybe even after a disagreement with her parents. no worries if you can’t, i just thought it would be a wholesome interaction 💕

Oh, for sure! Katie and Logan get so much attention (for good reason--they're adorable), but I like to think of Sirius and Adele as the blueprint. Hope you enjoy! Combined with asks for Logan and Loops friendship, Papa Dumo (for @ jinxedjaz), Sirius coming back from visiting his parents while living with the Dumais, and Sirius-learning-to-people from this hc list. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

A little hand tugged on the hem of Dumo’s sweater. “Papa?”

He glanced up from his crossword and smiled, turning to lift Adele into his lap. “Bonjour, mon papillon. Do you want to help me?”

“Is Sirius okay?”

Dumo paused. His first instinct was to lie—how could he even begin to explain the complexity of the situation to a seven-year-old?—but the brightness in Adele’s big eyes told him she already knew the answer. She was a smart kid. She deserved to know at least some of the truth. “He’s having a tough day,” Dumo said quietly as dishes clinked in the other room. No matter what he and Celeste tried, Sirius insisted on washing up. “He’ll be alright.”

A little furrow appeared between Adele’s eyebrows. “Is it because of us? Because he misses his family now?”

“No, sweetheart, not at all. He just…” The words were impossible to find. “He just doesn’t like holidays very much.”

She worried her lower lip for a moment before wiggling free of his arms. “I’m going to make him feel better.”

“Adele—” Dumo made a grab for her, but she had already scampered out of reach and around the corner to the kitchen. In the three days since Sirius had come back from Thanksgiving, he had already reverted back to his shut-down ghost of a self.

“Excuse me, please,” Adele announced. The sink shut off. “Are you sad?”

That’s certainly one way to do it. Dumo craned his neck to watch their reflections in the glass of the back door without revealing his position. Sirius was always more comfortable around the kids than himself and Celeste. “Quoi?” Sirius asked, turning to face her.

“Are you sad? You’ve been frowny.”

Silence fell for a few seconds. “Ouais, a little,” he said at last. “But I’m not sad because of you.”

“That’s good. Papa said so, too. He says you don’t like holidays, but that’s so silly, because we were just talking about Christmas last week.”

“I like some holidays,” Sirius said haltingly. There was a rustling noise; Dumo saw him pick Adele up and settle her on his hip with a thoughtful tilt to his head. “I’m very excited to spend Christmas with you.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.”

“Good. I want you to spend all the holidays with us. Will you be frowny on Christmas, too?”

“I don’t think so.” Dumo could practically hear Sirius’ smile. “See? I’m already better.”

“Will you open presents with me? Marc and Louis always open theirs together, and Mama and Papa, but Katie’s too little to do it with me. I like playing Santa, but it means I hafta go last.”

In the glass, Dumo saw Sirius press a raspberry kiss to her cheek until she burst into giggles; his grin lit up the whole kitchen. “Of course I will.”

“You have to smile,” Adele groaned. “You’re scaring off all my customers.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

She turned a big, sunshine grin on him, pressing her fingers into her dimples to exaggerate it. “Big smiles! You like being here! These are the best cookies you’ve ever had! Everyone should try them!”

“They should!” Sirius agreed. “I don’t know why you’re upset!”

She heaved a sigh and clonked her forehead on his stomach, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. “You look scary when you don’t smile.”

“I do not.”

“You do! You’re built like a brick wall and when you’re thinking, you get frowny!” She adjusted her Girl Scout vest and straightened up. “You have to be perky and fun and the cutest little kid on the block.”

“…I might have a problem with the last part.”

“Then I’ll be the cutest little kid on the block,” she said, exasperated.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think I’m scary?”

“No,” she snorted. “But other people do.”

“No way.”

“Yes, way. Mama looks surprised when her face relaxes, but you’re, like, looming.”

“So…you’re upset with how my face looks?” he teased, dodging her attempt to poke his ribs.

“No, I just don’t need a bodyguard to sell cookies!”

“That’s literally what I’m here for,” he laughed, tugging one of her pigtails until she stuck her tongue out at him. “Alright, madame, I’ll try to be ‘perky’ and ‘fun’.”

“The air quotes weren’t necessary,” she informed him with great gravity, though she couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she turned back to the people walking across the street. “Hey, lady, do you want cookies?”

III

“So,” Logan began, then shoved another handful of pretzel sticks into his mouth. “Dating the captain. What’s that like?”

Sirius looked up from his phone and glared. “I am sitting right next to you.”

“Shush. Loops?”

Remus sighed and let his head fall toward Logan’s armchair; he was starting to get lightheaded from laying upside-down for so long, but it was doing wonders for his lower back and sore feet. “Dating the captain? Pretty cool, to be honest.”

Logan made a noise of disagreement. “I don’t believe that for a second. Does he make you run drills in the basement, or is it just a cuddle party all the time? ‘cause there’s no in-between.”

“Tabarnak,” Sirius muttered, flicking Logan’s ear as he headed out of the room. “You two gossip like middle-schoolers.”

“It’s really not bad,” Remus mused as he stretched one leg toward the curtains. “I’m the one who likes running drills, so he’ll usually watch tape while I do that for a bit. Cuddles aren’t as frequent as you might think. We’re boring.”

“Mmm, with some wild nights in there, eh?” Logan wiggled his eyebrows and Remus chucked a pillow at him, though it did not seem to deter him. “I seem to remember hearing a certain conversation about a new bedframe?”

“A headboard,” Remus corrected, pulling a face at him. “And it was already almost ten years old. You’re just jealous.”

“Ugh, for him? Nah. Peanut might have carried a torch—”

“You’re kidding. Did he really?”

“Oh, yeah,” Logan snorted, as if it was obvious. “But he has better taste now. Honestly, though, I’m glad you two are together. And that you’re happy in your boring domesticity, even if you’re breaking beds left and right.”

“Headboard, and it was one time.”

“Did I ever tell you about—”

The front door slammed open; both of them jumped as something heavy hit the ground with a thud. “Sweetheart?” Celeste asked from the living room, audibly concerned. Remus’ heart dropped and he shared a worried look with Logan, who was already on his feet. “Adele, what’s wrong?”

“Adele?” Logan called, his voice laced with worry. Remus’ heartbeat picked up as Adele appeared in the doorway to the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks, only to throw herself into Logan’s arms with a harsh sob. “Woah, hey, qu’est—”

“Boys are so stupid!” she half-shouted, half-wailed. “And I hate them!”

Remus stood there, useless, as she tore away and sprinted for the backyard, yanking the door shut with a bang before tearing across the grass. “Logan?” he asked after a moment. There was no protocol for this. He had absolutely zero experience with preteen breakdowns, and the Dumais kids always fell into Logan and Sirius’ territory. He could count on one hand the number of actual conversations he had had with Adele.

Logan’s nose twitched; he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat when Sirius came through the doorway and made a beeline for the yard without a single glance to either of them. “She’ll be okay,” Logan murmured as Sirius walked slowly to the swings, where Adele was sitting on the bench seat with her arms wrapped tight around herself.

“She seems pretty upset.”

Logan shook his head, not taking his eyes off the pair. “I’ve got Katie, he’s got Adele.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked, surprised. Logan and Katie were famous for their bond, two peas in a pod. As far as he knew, Sirius was equally close with all the Dumais kids.

“Apparently, they bonded from day one,” Logan said with the flicker of a smile. Outside, Adele laid her head on Sirius’ shoulder and pulled his arm around her back, burrowing into the softness of his hoodie as he gently rocked the swing with his foot and gave her a light squeeze. “They’re both quieter. Oldest children and all that. You really didn’t know?”

“I…” Remus trailed off and shook his head. “You and Katie are much louder about it, but that makes sense. He talks about all of you all the time., I guess I just assumed it was different since he was so closed off at first.”

Logan hummed. “Ask about it sometime. Dumo always likes talking about them.”

Sirius and Adele walked back after a few more minutes, still attached at the hip as Sirius jostled her lightly and pulled half a smile from her; they entered the house in relative quiet and Adele wrapped her arms around him one more time. “Love you,” she said, voice muffled in his sweater. Sirius rubbed her back in slow circles until she pulled away and padded down the hall to the bathroom

“Children are so mean,” he said as soon as the door closed.

“Then I’m glad she has you.” Remus curled his hand around Sirius’ shoulder and felt him relax beneath his touch. “Is she alright?”

“Some little asshole told her nobody would want to date her because she plays hockey.”

Remus’ heart panged. “How can we help?”

“Teach her how to throw a right hook,” Logan suggested. In a rare turn of events, Remus couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not; from the look on his face, it seemed to be the latter.

“She’ll be okay, baby,” Remus said. Sirius didn’t look away from the closed door. “Kids have always been mean, but the best thing you can do is be there for her, which you just did. It’s hard and it sucks but as long as she knows you love her, that’s enough.”

“Does she?” Sirius asked, almost too quiet for him to hear.

Remus looped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his shoulder. “She does,” he promised. Without a doubt.

Sirius drummed his hands on the steering wheel with a wide smile. “I’m so excited,” he said for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

“I can tell,” Remus said, still reading through his missed messages. The cell service in customs had been abysmal, and for some godforsaken reason his dad desperately needed to send paragraph updates on his hunt for the perfect holiday lights. Some days, Remus wondered whether he was happiest with his family or in Home Depot.

“I missed them.”

“Yep.”

“And I can’t let Logan get there first.”

“Sure thing, honey. Speed limit.”

“Three weeks is a long time, did you know that?”

“Mhmm. Sirius, speed limit.”

“How do you manage being away from Jules for that long?”

“Very poorly,” Remus said as he typed out a quick response to his dad’s latest text. His mother would end him if he allowed their house to be decorated with anything green—in all honesty, he was starting to think she had a personal rivalry with the Snakes. They turned onto Dumo’s street and he felt the excitement radiating off Sirius kick up several notches. “Deep breaths, love.”

“Ah, fuck me, the cubs are right behind us,” he muttered, pulling over to the curb and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Sirius!” Remus spluttered.

“What?”

“Turn the fucking car off before you get out!”

Sirius heaved a sigh and pulled the key out, then took off toward the house at a jog; Logan went sprinting past the passenger window half a second later, and Remus heard Finn shouting after him from the still-running car to no avail. They reached the front steps at the exact same time, shouldering each other in an attempt to reach the doorbell first.

“—want to push it!” Logan insisted, kicking Sirius lightly on the shin as Remus headed up the walkway.

“You did it last time!” Sirius argued.

“I’m the youngest, so I get to do it!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The door swung open just as Logan tried to bodily shove Sirius out of the way, only to be put in a scrambling headlock. Dumo regarded them with an exhausted look on his face. “Bonjour, Loops.”

“Hey, Dumo,” Remus called from the base of the steps. “Nice night, eh?”

He shrugged, ignoring the two grown men roughhousing on his welcome mat. “Not bad.”

“Are les enfants here?” Logan panted, trying to heave Sirius into the nearest hedge.

Dumo rolled his eyes and opened the door the rest of the way. “Kids, we have visitors!”

Thundering footsteps echoed off the walls; Logan and Sirius tripped over each other in their haste to get inside. “Tremzy!” Katie shrieked, launching herself into his arms with a beaming smile.

Sirius hoisted Adele straight off her feet and shook her back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You were gone forever!” she laughed. “We missed you!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Logan teased as he set Katie down and opened his arms for a hug of his own. Marc and Louis slammed into him, nearly toppling him in the entryway.

“No, no, no!” Katie giggled as Sirius blew a raspberry kiss on her stomach, only to mimic it on his cheek a moment later. “You’re all scratchy.”

“Tough for kisses,” Remus agreed. “You should tell him to shave, Katie-bird.”

Katie squished his cheeks in her hands with a solemn frown. “No more porcupines.”

“You got it,” Sirius confirmed. “What do you think, Adele?”

She pulled a face and they all dissolved into laughter, exhausted from the long roadie and unable to contain their happiness. It was a tradition Remus was coming to know as he spent more time with the team—Logan and Sirius just couldn’t resist swinging by the Dumais house after a long trip, no matter how drained and battered they were. It was a combination of a competition and a family reunion, and the kids loved it every time.

“Are you staying the night?” Marc asked, lazily tying Sirius’ shoelaces together.

“Not tonight, no.”

“But it would be fun,” Louis said from his place hoisted under Logan’s arm, legs dangling.

“They’re tired, boys, be nice.” Celeste winked at Sirius as he leaned down so she could kiss his cheek before moving to Logan to do the same. “We watched all your games. You were wonderful.”

“Merci, Celeste.” The corners of Logan’s eyes crinkled, and Remus saw Finn and Leo share a smile behind him.

Sirius craned his neck to look back. “Oh, she wasn’t talking to you.”

Logan stuck his tongue out as the kids laughed, still clinging to them both. Remus happily accepted a quick hug and a hair-ruffle from Celeste before she moved on to Finn and Leo, and settled in for a cozy evening at home.

#sirius black #remus lupin #adele dumais #logan tremblay #pascal dumais #celeste dumais #coops #katie dumais #friendship #siblings #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic

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𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴/𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦

requested by the national cutie pie @heartyyjeno

Mark Lee

he can be a bit oblivious sometimes bless his soul꒰๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑꒱୭

so he’s kinda clueless as why tf you’re so pouty

has he said anything stupid earlier? forgotten any important date?? or... even worse

ARE YOU ON YOUR PERIOD?? (ｼ;ﾟДﾟ)ｼ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵖᵉʳᶦᵒᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

he’s too nervous to even prod at you rn

especially after a trainee who just happens to be wearing his hoodie passes by and you-

did you just growl?!?? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

but you’re his baby and you’re just SO deflated and he HATES seeing you anything but happy and lively so he just can’t stand by and watch you so upset cuz his lil heart hurts too (๑◕︵◕๑)

“babe, are you uh alright?”

“yeah, just a little bit cold” *trying to subtly hint him*

“oh! that’s not good, you should have dressed warmer, should i go ask manager-hyung to turn up the heating in the practice room??”

‘maybe i should just set your ass on fire to warm up’ (►˛◄’!)

“or do you maybe want my hoodie?? it should be enough so you won’t be cold anymore, where did i... ohhhhh”

*light bulb turning on above his head* (〇o〇；)

“it’s fine mark, it’s not like you love me anyway it’s fine i should have seen this coming” *loud fake sobbing in your hands* *mark panic*

“no no baby come on-”

“let’s just get the divorce papers, mark lee!!!!”

“but we’re not married-” *sobbing intensifies* “i’m sorry, I’M SORRY!!! i didn’t mean to!! here, just a second!!” (´⊙ω⊙`)！

this specimen just took off his shirt and draped it over you in the middle of the practice room

“mark, wtf are you doing?!?? i was only kidding!!”

“how was i supposed to know, what if you were seriously upset-”

“hyung, can you help-” *chenle slams door closed* *dolphin screams* “you’re paying for my eyeball removal surgery, you nasties!!”

“chenle NO”

Huang Renjun

my man here catches on pretty quickly what your pout is about

you didn’t make it exactly hard to notice either (；¬д¬)

“y/n, want some ice cream?”

“no, i’m cold, you can shove it up yo ass and share with dear [redacted]”

jesus i wonder why your s/o is mad renjun

he’s not sure how to approach the situation at first, worried that he might get a tube of ice shoved somewhere he wouldn’t want it to ゞ◎Д◎ヾ

he decides to just be himself read as blunt

“baby come oooon, i can ask them to give it back”

“no, then i’ll seem like a possessive bitch” (Θ︹Θ)ს

“don’t call yourself that!! but then should i just run back to the dorms and get another hoodie?”

“no, i missed you this week, i don’t want you to leave”

“then you can just come with me?” (≖^≖๑ )ﾌ

“but i’m too lazy to get up” same reader same

renjun : ఠ ͟ಠ then wth DO YOU WANT ?!!!?!!

your soul renjun

he’s a bit lost and you’re kinda under the weather too and he HATES it because you’re his kitten and he CAN’T and WON’T allow you to feel anyhting but like absolute royalty with him ೕ(⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́ฅ)

so he just drapes himself over your back, wrapping his arms tightly around you, caging you in a warm embrace and nuzzling his cheek into yours

“who needs a hoodie when they’ve got a junnie??!?!” (˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

how could anyone stay mad when a cutie like renjun just curls himself around you and pulls you flush against himself, wrapping his limbs around you and peppering kisses everywhere in reach

you’re basically purring in content at this how could you not 」(￣▽￣」)

depending on how tired the both of you are, you might qualify for a good ol’ nap cuddled up against renjun

but don’t let this fool you

you AIN’T gona catch him making the same mistake again

he’s asking you first about absolutely anything

“no renjun, i don’t need the last of your toilet paper, why do you even- you know what, don’t answer that, just go take a shit in peace” Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Lee Jeno

we all know jeno is too much of a sweetheart to say ‘no’ (๑′ᴗ‵๑)

he might be freezing himself and he’d still give his hoodie away to the first person who asks learn how to say NO kids

so now you’re both freezing and on top of everything you’re upset too

that’s a DOUBLE KILL for sweet babie jeno (๑◕︵◕๑)

“babe i’m sorry how was i supposed to know you don’t like them??”

“it’s not even that, jeno, you’re literally shivering!! why would you give it if you’re cold too?”

and that’s when jeno’s bf sathelit sprung into action

“wait... ‘too’?? are you cold, my baby??!??!?” (ʘᗩʘ’)

“no, wait, i mean yes, but that’s not-”

“i’ll be back in a second” he isn’t even kidding

he comes back with a blanket AND heating pads (that he doesn’t miss a second to clutch to your cheeks and then coo at your fish face)

“where did you get these from?” *suspicious*

he tells you he borrowed stole them from hyuck by politely asking for them threatening with a flex of his arm while eye smiling the entire time hyuck stood no chance ( ⚆ ᴗ ⚆ ) *nervous chuckle*

but jeno allows you no debating time before he wraps you in the blanket like a lil cutie patootie WARM burrito and leaves a *smooch* to your forehead ( ˘ ³˘)♥

you can spend an eternity arguing with him that you should take turns since he’s cold too, he isn’t taking ANY OF IT

his bubs isn’t allowed to be cold and he wants you to forget about who he lent his hoodie to too

the only way you can get him to relent is refusing to stay cocooned in it

“y/n, wear it or you’ll catch a cold!!” ( •̀ω•́ )σ

“sorry to burst your bubble, but you can and will catch a cold too!!”

that’s how you found yourself sandwiched between jeno’s arms, suffocating from both his bodt warmth and the blanket enveloping THE BOTH of you

best sauna would 110% recommend ୧( ⁼̴̶̤̀ω⁼̴̶̤́ )૭

Lee Donghyuck

my man here knows EXACTLY what he’s doing once *that person* asks him for his hoodie with a flirty smile

he lends it over with that shit eating grin but not without watching from the corner of his eye as you deflated like a loney baloney ( ◞᷄દ◟᷅ )

pretends to not notice your pout and lack of answers to his remarks

“y/n, wanna order chinese tonight?”

sweet, but not on my watch asshole *silence* (˵¯͒⌢͗¯͒˵)

“i’ll take that as a yes, i’ve been craving some seaweed soup”

*eye twitch*

‘fine u lil booger two can play at this game’ (•̀o•́)ง

you leave the room and return... wrapped up in MARK’S sweater and plop down back next to hyuck proudly (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)

he tenses up and turns to you

“y/n” ooooh damn you’re in deep shit

*you bat your eyelashes innocently* “yes my dear?”

“you stink, can you move further away?”

you... did not... JUST HEAR THAT??!?!!? (ﾉꐦ ⊙曲ఠ)ﾉ彡┻━┻

but you get up and walk with your tail between your legs to the other side of the room and curl up in a ball of failure

you both do your own things insilence until-

*sniffle* *hiccup* *SNIFFLE*

“y/n?” *silence*”baby??” *hiccup*

oh no oh no NO NO, hyuck’s baby ain’t crying on his watch (╯’□’)╯

he DASHES to your side and envelops you in his arms while cooing apologies and sweet nothings in your ear

“come on baby, you know i didn’t mean it, i just want your attention and your attention only and i only meant that mark’s hoodie stinks, never you, you’re my baby, you can’t-” ヾ( •́д•̀ ;)ﾉ

and then your shoulders start shaking and hyuck starts to actually worry until your sobs turn into... giggles?? hold up, WHAT??

he turns you around just to see you in a fit of giggles, the only tears present are the ones building up in your eyes from laughter

“oh you think you’re smart, don’t you??” (⁎⁍̴̀﹃ ⁍̴́⁎)♡

ATTACC OF TICKLES FOR YOU

Na Jaemin

another sweetheart tbh who wouldnt be able to refuse out of courtesy

but he just KNOWS he fcked up the moment you turn away when he leans in to kiss you (︶︹︺) ╯ ( ് દ ് )

but he ain’t giving up so easily

no matter how upset you are, depriving him of his dose of kisses? federal crime!!!! CRUELTY!!!!!!! ╰[ ಠ Ĺ̯ಠ]╯

so he keeps on pushing his affections on you

a clutching back hug, a rushed kiss wherever he is able to land it considering your struggle to avoid him, a nuzzle against your cheek, a pinch to your cheeks, a failed attempt to lockyour hands together

my man here tries not to show disappointment whenever you succesfully escape his ♡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♡

jaemin, grumbling: “you and jisungie, a couple of hooligans, i’ll leave you on the welcome mat tonight for this” (҂⌣̀_⌣́) he won’t he loves you too much, he can’t fall asleep if he’s not 110% sure you’re well fed and happy

but he still babies you to no end

“come on my baby, what should i do so you forgive me hm?”( *¯ ³¯*)♡

you, an entire baby: *huff* “so now you care huh? go ask or no, go TAKE CARE of [redacted]”

jaemin’s last braincell performing swan lake on thin ice male version 2020 be like ₍₍ ◝( ･’ω’･ )◟ ⁾⁾

so he sighs and leaves the room

so NOW you’re worrying that mayyyybe you pushed him a bit too far

but before you even get the chance to walk down the hallway in your mighty search for your boyfriend, everything suddenly goes black

no you didn’t pass out or did you

jaemin just creeped up on you and ENGULFED you in a blanket hug for which he DEFINITELY didn’t run a marathon to buy༼つ ் ▽ ் ༽つ

when you finally manage to worm your head out of the fluffy cocoon he engulfed you in, your words were still muffled

“nana?? how did you even-???”

he just hugs you tighter and cuts off your questions

“shhh, all that matters is that you are ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE and i am maybe perhaps forgiven??” ◕ ‿ ◕

how could you ever refuse this precious soul

Zhong Chenle

so i can see one(1) scenario in which he would lend his hoodie to someone he SPECIFICALLY knows you don’t fancy

if you had a let’s say disagreement before and we all know he can be PETTY big time sooo basically he’d do it just to spite you ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

and the lil shiz looks SO PROUD of himself

but you’re not letting the brat win we ain’t no losers _へ__(‾◡◝ )>

so you just creep up behind him and stick your glacier hands up his shirt and rest them on his warm back

when i’m telling you he broke the record for the highest jump and most likely shattered any windows in the vicinity ༻(〃ຶ⌂〃ຶ)

“y/n!!!! keep your ice cubes to yourself!!”

“but i’m cold”

“your cold, your problem”

“watch me say the same thing when jaemin’s chasing you around with a wooden ruler” （；¬＿¬)

things settle down after that

or so he thought!!!!! (งಠل͜ಠ)ง never let your guard down lele sigh

another sneak attack to make sure chenle gets a SOUR taste of absolutely pure pettiness so he gets sick of it himself lol

this time a bitch ain’t joking

you shove your entire head under his shirt and then slither yourself so the top of your head pops out of chenle’s shirt collar let’s hope chenle made the wise choice of wearing a loose shirt so you both won’t suffocate

so you just blink up at him like (◕ᴥ◕)

and chenle is shrieking the entire time sigh

and while you’re too cute for him, its not exactly comfortable for either of you so he pats your head and begs asks you to get out of his shirt(?)

“am i getting your hoodie then?”

“i can’t just barge in and ask for it back”

“alright them i’m suffocating you FUN” (╯✧∇✧)╯

“i’m buying you an entire store of hoodies, JUST GET.OUT!!!”(;≧皿≦）

you have to restrain him for actually going on a shopping spree cuz he LOVES spoiling you but he pays in cuddles while you’re snuggling in your favourite hoodie of his

Park Jisung

confused babie /(@ﾟﾍﾟ@) a mood

he probably lent his hoodie cause he was too shy to refuse and didn’t even know you don’t like the person he gave it to

and then he’s clueless when you’re pouty ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

jisung: “do you want some water??”

you: *grumbling visibly upset* ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

jisung, at a safe distance away from you, scratching his head, rethinking life choices: “...okay, maybe not. how about choco milk?”

he keeps an eye on you but other than that he’s LOST lol

that’s when the ✨𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓼✨ kick in

emergency contact momma jaemin is the first person jisung calls once he escaped to the ‘bathroom’

“jisung, you know i love you, BUT ARE YOU DUMB?? HOW COULD YOU- blahblahblah” my man is listening to an entire rant about how to treat your partner well 101 (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

now that he knows the theory, he needs the practice

but you might already worry that he fell in the toilet with how long he’s been gone for god forbid you fall into that dark void

so he calls chenle

“chenle, i’m treating you to hotpot if you bring me a blanket or hoodie in less than 5 minutes”

“add in some steak and it’s a deal” ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

“i’m so selling your soul for a piece of gum, FINE!! just be quick!!”

THIS BOI RIGHT HERE!! A TREASURE!!!! he would step on his honour just to make sure his bubs is hapyy ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

so after he excuses himself again to retrieve the blanket from chenle

he BURRITO WRAPS you in it and then sits down next to your confused but undeniably happy form and pats your head nervously while he rambles you’re still his most sought after for of comfort no matter what

“i’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend, i should have realized you’d be cold too and that i should always put you first and i-”

you cut him off with a chaste kiss to his cheek which definetely doesn’t leave him speechless and tomato red in the cheeks (๑♡⌓♡๑)

“it’s okay, i was just being dramatic, you should always put yourself first tho, okay baby??”

baby is malfunctioning but he still nods mindlessly and kisses your cheek back ( ᵅั ᴈ ᵅั;)

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💨 air moons💨

If the Moon is in Gemini, Libra, or Aquarius, one adjusts oneself to the inflow of life experience by first assuming an intellectual detachment to assess things objectively through logic, or to test what is at hand using familiar concepts or theories. This tendency can of course lead to too much analysis, and a lack of clear decisiveness; but the potential for constructive and intelligent forethought can be valuable, and it is a quality often lacking in those with Water or Fire Moons.

gemini moon

If you multiply the fluctuations of the constantly changing Moon by the eternal changeability of Gemini, you arrive at some inkling of this Moon sign. It is the very opposite of stable and predictable. The strength of Gemini Moon is the quickness with which they react to input and to other people, and the rapid connections they can make with many ideas and possibilities. They adapt quickly to changes and their perceptions are often intriguing, motivated as they are by endless curiosity. In fact, they constantly need a variety of mental stimuli to keep them feeling alive and developing. The major problem for these folks, and for those who try to relate to them intimately, is that they never seem to know who they are for very long. They scatter their sense of identity and inner security along with their diffuse concentration. Emotions are a rather foreign territory for those with Gemini Moon and somewhat baffling for their illogical and fluctuating nature. They therefore need to communicate verbally about their emotional life to find some mental clarity about their irrational and changeable feelings (although sometimes talking endlessly and tiresomely with no resulting clarity). In short, they need to verbalize their emotions in order to feel connected with them. And, in close relationships, these glib and flirtatious individuals often continually experiment with their feelings, first expressing one thing and then another—to the profound dismay and frustration of their would-be partner—as if their chronic inconsistency and changeability have no impact on the other person.

This Moon sign is perhaps more averse to commitment than any other, and their emotional superficiality does not help the situation. There is a pitiful lack of touch with the subconscious, and although there is endless logical analysis of motives and rational examination, there is no change. This is only one manifestation of the dual-mindedness of this Moon sign, wherein one part of the mind does not know what the other part is doing or thinking. Contradictory reactions (even simultaneously) and unfocused thoughts and emotions often lead those with Gemini Moon to spread themselves too thin.

Gemini Moon desperately needs mental variety and learning of all kinds. But the primary challenge to them as they grow through life is confronting this question: With all these ideas and “facts,” do I have any depth of real knowledge, and with all this learning, have I gained any understanding? At their best, Gemini Moon people are witty and amazingly skilled in a vast number of areas, and they also have a lively communication style with a diverse array of people. At their worst, they seem possessed by—and thus at the mercy of—their own thoughts, leaving them endlessly perplexed and confused. They are also sometimes so subjective that they will not really even notice the other person with whom they are so actively talking and “communicating.” Grant Lewi also wrote perceptively about the intellectual pride of Gemini Moon:

“The picture of yourself that pleases you best is that you are an exceptional intellect to which the world listens to thankfully. To be as intellectual as you would like to be is a big order and may take more application than you are willing to put on it. Cleverness pleases you better than profundity. You would rather be funny than fair, exciting than stable, provocative than studious.”

Those with Moon in Gemini are often very clever, and they like to emphasize it, but their overly active minds, and their attempts to figure everything out through intellectual theories, can make them chronically unhappy. Despite the intellectual pride referred to earlier, their self-image is unstable, perhaps most of all because Gemini often finds it difficult to believe in anything. There is often therefore a confused self-image—and thus sometimes also an unclear sexual identity.

Women with Moon in Gemini are very talkative, very social, project a level of nervous energy in everyday life. Being around anybody with Moon in Gemini, there is a highly energy-charged atmosphere. The men share these traits with the women but also seem to be more like the types that “get around,” who are always on the go, doing something, giving somebody a hand. There’s a lot of versatility in both sexes, interested in many kinds of people and activities.

Emotional reactions are light-hearted, cool and startlingly versatile. Feelings flit like butterflies and are just about as hard to catch. To some, all the colour and brightness is irresistible. To others, the display is much too hollow, too unemotional, too fickle.

libra moon

Like Gemini Moon in the tendency toward indecision, but not nearly so scattered, this Moon sign weighs everything in their minds before reacting to any experience. One can get a feeling for this Moon sign by imagining a combination of the fluctuating Moon and the Libra symbol of the “scales of justice,” which oscillate up and down, continually adjusting even if a feather’s weight is added to one scale. Libra Moon often balances off whatever interpersonal input they receive, usually doing so gently. They take personal relationships seriously and pride themselves on fairness and being able to see the other person’s point of view. This tendency of putting themselves in the other’s situation, more marked in Libra than in any other zodiac sign, can be carried so far as to see them lean over backwards to please the other person—often even ignoring their own interests. Thei need to beliked that motivates much of their person-to-person behavior, to where it can undermine their highly valued objectivity. The desire to avoid unpleasantness can lead to relatively superficial, placating responses that may not be completely sincere—occasionally verging on flattery. They easily lose themselves in the other’s energy field and become confused about where they end and the other begins. Their spontaneous reactions are unconsciously modified by how the person they are interacting with is reacting!

There are, however, people with an imbalanced Libra Moon who exemplify one of two extreme modes of expression: either those with the tendency to please others and avoid any appearance of disagreement even to the extent of hypocrisy; or the occasional unpleasant ones who make it a point to be especially irritating and aggressive, as if to show you they don’t care what you think. In the first group, despite the powerful urge to play nice and pretend kindness, they seem almost unconscious of other people’s real thoughts and feelings. And of course, the second group would never in any situation bother in the slightest with anyone else’s thoughts or feelings. With either extreme type of Libra Moon personality, there is an inability to relate deeply and authentically.”

In both of the “imbalanced” types of Libra Moon just mentioned, the result can be a rather lonely life, something that is difficult and depressing for anyone with an emphasis on Libra, the sign of partnership par excellence. Libra Moon folks need sharing of ideas and idealism in life, and without that dynamic interchange and companionship, they do not feel secure or fulfilled. One sometimes wonders if there is deep down a profound fear of personal intimacy with some of these people, the emotional reactions often being so inhibited, regulated, and unspontaneous. One could easily interpret the motivation of the aggressive group mentioned above as a way of guaranteeing that no one likes them, thus making a close relationship, wherein they would have to give of themselves honestly and openly, completely impossible. This type of Libra Moon is completely self-centered and insensitive to others, and very exclusive in their views of other people and in their social lifestyle. They are also extremely opinionated. Although even the more pleasant and considerate Libra Moon folks can be very opinionated (even though they rarely acknowledge their true views in case it would cause disharmony), the irritating type of this lunar position is usually rigidly opinionated in a way that makes true communication a hopeless impossibility. People with this Moon sign often seem to lack intellectual confidence and thus seem unable to be comfortable with the natural Libran ambivalence toward important ideas. They then retreat into a safe opinion that does not have to be questioned or shared. The truly balanced Libra Moon personality can readily handle many sides of any issue or concept with impartiality.

aquarius moon

Those born with the Moon in Aquarius are the ultimate nonconformists. They instinctively react to most experiences in an unpredictable, often eccentric way. They will respond in a rather contrary way if you say, do, or expect anything that is socially or intellectually conventional. Independence is their primary guiding principle, and they pride themselves on their objectivity and intellectual integrity. In many areas of life, they are extremely experimental, and they rarely take anyone’s word for “truth” or as an ultimate authority—a quality that does not endear them to most of their bosses, supervisors, or even close friends, who may be far more knowledgeable in a certain field. Aquarius is after all the sign of the truth seeker; and it is the most scientific sign of the zodiac, in the true experimental sense of the word.

These guys feel most secure when exercising complete personal freedom of ideas, self-expression, and innovation. They need freedom like they need air, and they habitually rebel against too much restraint or anyone who tries to control them. Periodic radical life changes (social, geographic, domestic, or intellectual) provide some of this desperately needed personal space, rejuvenating and nourishing them, even though it may be difficult for themselves or their partners to endure. They have a rather odd emotional nature that infuriates and frustrates more conventional, predictable people, and this leads to their reacting eccentrically to many situations. The fact is, although they seem coldly mental, aloof, and sometimes even without normal human feelings, their emotional pressure builds up over time (since they find it impossible to keep in tune with those bothersome and murky passions and embarrassing needs); and it eventually explodes in impulsive, radical actions, or in sudden changes of plans or viewpoints. More than any other, Aquarius is a sign of extremism.

This Moon sign must be socially involved either directly with many people (such as in teaching or organizing conferences) or through publishing, social activism, or politics. They have an emotional need to affect large groups of people. Their humane understanding of broad human and social needs is actually much more perceptive than is their understanding of the needs of individuals. In fact, they often like studying entire societies or languages or other global issues, and the social sciences are frequently fields of interest for them. Aquarius Moon people identify with a society or with humanity as a whole. Their impersonal approach often elicits criticism from others about their aloofness and “coldness,” but in fact that very detachment enables them to respond to the emotional crises of others by remaining objective and staying above the turbulent and confusing emotional level. They are great friends and need to have friends that they would do anything for. You can tell them anything, and they’ll understand. They are utterly trustworthy, reasonable, and straightforward.… You discover how irrationally loyal these folks can be. Cool and detached they may seem, but they stick like glue to the people they love and respect. They stay in situations long past what others could handle and put up with.…

In fact, Aquarius Moon people rarely find their sense of security with family or physical relatives. They feel especially uncomfortable with such groups and the obligations and social protocols involved. They always seem to feel dissatisfied with their parents’ lifestyle and lack of communication, and sometimes that feeling of dissatisfaction extends to the country or culture of their youth. Therefore, they not only feel the need to detach themselves from the “oppressive” family, parental, and cultural influences, but they also sometimes extrapolate their dissatisfaction onto all of society and often expound many types of social protest. Good examples are John Lennon, Marilyn Monroe, and Lady Diana. A streak of rebelliousness thus pervades their memory of childhood and parental influences, and this affects their lifelong behavior in society. They insist on freedom from social obligations and conventional values.

The automatic contrary streak I mention above manifests in interpersonal reactions, in ways of thinking and discussing ideas, and in lifestyle. But it is the emotional contrariness and independence that sometimes cause them difficulty in relationships through others’ resentment or feelings of alienation. There is often an aloofness toward the sensitivities of others. Aquarius Moon folks prefer to maintain their stable focus and broad perspective than to be drawn into what appears to them the endlessly confusing morass of emotions that many people would like them to indulge in.

A dislike of routine and a strong need to prove self-sufficiency. A thread of separateness in relationships always seems present, as does unconventionality. Security with excitement is a major hard-to-achieve goal in life; needs constant stimulation within a fixed environment. I’ve had several close relationships with Moon in Aquarius individuals and none of them put any pressure on me to be any different than I am; they either accept or reject people but they rarely put anybody on the spot. I find Moon in Aquarius individuals to be straightforward once they’ve opened up. I always find myself confused in trying to figure out the independent yet sentimental nature of the Moon in Aquarius.

Both sexes can fixate for quite a period (sometimes days) on some extreme mood—either negative or unshakably upbeat. But the men were usually far less analytical about their current emotional state. In fact, whereas men with Aquarius Moon are usually seen to have remarkably steady moods, perhaps too steady in the view of many people who would like them to be more obviously responsive on a feeling level, women with Aquarius Moon seem to focus on their emotions and moods and then act them out in quite an extreme way.

These people are very detached in daily life!! You can never tell what they are thinking or feeling, often they seem not to be listening at all! They dislike hassles and can withdraw at the drop of a hat, becoming very hard to reach or read. They are very matter-of-fact, very independent, self-assured when they do respond. They usually have something “different” about their lifestyles or interests. They usually have a very liberated sex life, experimental and blunt towards it.

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DATING SEVENTEEN A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Jihoon

A ⇴ AFFECTION

It took a while for Jihoon to get comfortable with affection with you, for a long time he was quite awkward around you, but once he found what you both liked, he would refuse to ever really let you out from his hold.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

When you first met Jihoon, you were convinced he hated you as he never spoke to you, however, as the two of you got to know each other better, you realised you’d misunderstood quite a bit about Jihoon after all, and as you learnt more about him, you realised what a nice and kind person he really was.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Words were his instrument, and so was music, so he combined the two in order to be able to confess to you. Jihoon was far too shy to confess around you, so instead he sent you a demo of a small song that he’d been working on, letting you know that it was dedicated to you. The lyrics were sweet, but as you reached the end of the song and realised that it was a confession, you were straight on the phone to him to give him your reaction.

D ⇴ DATES

Every date with you had to be perfect in Jihoon’s eyes, no matter how big or small your date was, he meticulously planned every detail to ensure that you enjoyed every minute with him. Jihoon was open to trying anything if it was what you enjoyed, he was interested in the things that you were and willing to learn about something new. For him, he enjoyed taking you to concerts or shows, the musician in him never really was put to rest, so he would pay close attention to everything, which often left you in awe of his talents too.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Jihoon had no experience of dating, the most he knew from it was about what he wrote in his songs, which he knew was often exaggerated. He turned to his members a lot for help when it came to dating to try and learn from what they knew. He especially wanted to try and learn from all of their individual charms so that he could put them into practice with you. He so often put himself down that he tried to pick up on so much about his other members, there were times you reminded him to just be himself a bit more.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

He has a very serious mindset, which can often lead to a few small disagreements between the two of you, especially if he’s trying to concentrate on something and you want his attention. Jihoon is always very careful with his words when he does get angry with you though, he knows what not to say to make sure that he doesn’t hurt you, but also say enough so that he can get his point across. Major arguments are terrifying for him, he worries a lot about losing you when things become too heated. He’s incredibly attached to you, and the last thing he wants to do is risk himself losing any of what you have together.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

To begin with, his family were a little apprehensive about Jihoon dating as they didn’t want you to get in the way of all his hard work. However, as they got to know you and witness the routine that the two of you had found yourselves in, they were relieved to see that the two of you had found the perfect balance between the two.

H ⇴ HOME

For a while, Jihoon had been considering his own studio anyway, but as your relationship progressed after a few months, his mind instantly began to think about perhaps a new apartment instead. He knew he saw you in his long-term future, and a forever home seemed like the perfect first home for you both too.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Just like his confession, Jihoon never quite knew the way to say, ‘I love you,’ except for in the form of a song. When another demo was sent your way, you were very confused, however, like before, as you sat down and listened to the lyrics, you soon realised exactly what the song, and Jihoon, were trying to say to you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

There were definitely a few times when Jihoon would get jealous, he knew that some of his other members were louder, funnier, and would definitely be able to capture your attention better than he could. He would try and not let jealousy get the better of him in front of both you and his members too, but you’d usually be able to tell. Jihoon wasn’t the loudest anyway, but when he was feeling jealous, he would almost be silent as he kept an eye on you and made sure that none of his members pushed things too far.

K ⇴ KIDS

The thought of having children excited Jihoon greatly, especially the chance to be able to pass on a few of his musical genes to his offspring. He often dreamt about how his future would be with his son sat by a drum kit and his daughter at a keyboard, teaching them all of the notes and melodies that he used to come up with as a part of the band and helping them to follow all of their dreams just like his parents did.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Jihoon knew that he had quite a serious outlook on life, so he’d try hard at times to feel like he needed to justify that he could live carefree and find plenty funny in life. You knew how dedicated he was to his work, and never expected him to be anything that he wasn’t, but he wished sometimes that he could make you laugh as much as some of his other members did. Whilst you hated that he felt that way, you’d always make sure to laugh at his jokes and reassure him whenever he felt like he was being too serious about things and encourage him to relax sometimes and allow himself to smile and just breathe.

M ⇴ MISSING

When he was missing you, his emotions were poured into his music. He could often be found sat in his hotel room with a pad of paper and a pen in hand, scribbling down little things that maybe he could use in songs one day. He doesn’t like for the other members to see him missing you as a weakness, so he prefers to spend a bit of time by himself and cope in his own way. When he finally calls you, he’ll often share the lyrics with you so that you can see how he was feeling, but he’ll also be quick to reassure you that he’s not feeling as bad now as he was when he tried to write down all of the lyrics that came to mind earlier.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tended to just call him ‘woozi,’ as a nickname because you heard so many other people call him by it. It would often take him by surprise when he’d heard his stage name come from you, but he loved to hear it.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your words it was very much a love language for Jihoon and helped to him to learn so much about you and your feelings as well.

P ⇴ PDA

Being affectionate in public wasn’t something that Jihoon was greatly passionate about he would never leave you to walk alone, but he also wouldn’t create a huge drama in public about the fact that the two of you were together. As long as you were comfortable both outside, and with him, then that was enough for him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loved to get your opinion on all of the things that he created. Knowing that someone else liked what he wrote or composed and not just him always gave him a great confidence and pride in what he had done.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Jihoon’s room was a mess of lyrics sheets all composed because of you. It wasn’t just being away from home that gave him the enthusiasm to write, so much about you gave him triggers that inspired him. He loved to talk you through some of the situations that had inspired the lyrics, no matter how embarrassing they were. Jihoon could find inspiration at the most random times, but that was also something you greatly admired about him.

S ⇴ SEX

He was always very careful and understanding of your needs and the things that you liked, you would always be the priority and the focus of all of his attention, no matter how hard you tried to prioritise him instead. Jihoon would also be quite vocal during these moments, not loud, but he’d often whisper sweet words into your ears to remind you that he loved you and compliment how good of a job you were doing.

T ⇴ TEXTS

If he felt like he wasn’t spending enough time with you or wasn’t in contact with you enough then he would text you in an instant. He was terrified of leaving things too long and risking upsetting you by not saying hi sooner.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Song writing had always come fairly naturally to Jihoon, but it was only now that he had you in his life, did he feel like he had a focal point for his inspiration. So much of his work revolved around you and your relationship too.

V ⇴ VACATION

Whenever the two of you went on holiday, it was a job in itself for you to try and convince Jihoon to switch off from work and allow himself to relax. He’d still be searching for inspiration and coming up with things, despite your work supposed to be set up so that he could give his brain a rest and focus on something else for a change.

W ⇴ WHINING

Whining really wasn’t Jihoon’s style at all, if he wanted something, he’d just stay, but he’d never kick up too much of a fuss about anything that wasn’t going right.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He loves to cuddle you, and with that, he’ll often trail kisses against any part of your skin that is exposed to him. He relies on kisses a lot to often send you small messages that he’s thinking of you or that he’s still right there with you. Equally, he loves to receive kisses from you too and bask in your embrace and the love that you give him. If you kiss his cheek, you’ll always hit the mark and turn him into a shy mess.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his muse, the perfect point that everything else focused around.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He’d always fall asleep as close to you as possible, often humming random melodies behind you as you tried to sleep. His soft tunes were the perfect lullaby for you to fall asleep to and always allowed you to relax beside him.

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