#jonsa rp

[montyluvsjasper]

Anyone looking for a Sansa for a Jonsa Rp for valentines day? I'd be willing to double up and play jon or anyone else for you.

[asksansastark]

Do you have a secret addiction? If so, what would it be?

hm.. sewing and needle work can certainly be an addiction for me at times. They help to clear my mind when I need it.

[lover-of-lemoncakes]

Lost and Found IV

Part I | Part II | Previously | AO3

@best-at-brooding

It was noon and Sansa had claimed the three seater sofa for herself and her duvet, wallowing in her hangover cocoon on one side of the lounge as Arya took the two seater at the other. Robb was yet to make an appearance.

“Urrrrrgh….I feel like a furry animal died in my mouth” Arya groaned yet again, her sore head the only thing visible to Sansa - she too having encased herself in a protective fluffy swaddle of blankets.

“At least you didn’t ruin your chance with a hot guy by drunk texting him” Sansa retorted groggily, her hand slipping out from her duvet momentarily to take a tentative sip from her bottled water.

Arya snorted “oh yeah! What did you say again?”

Sansa whined at the wave of sickness washing over her, as well as the memory of re-reading what she’d sent last night “I called him ‘hot Jon’” she wailed, covering her face with her hands.

Arya burst into a renewed fit of giggles before putting on a high pitched mocking voice “niiight hottt Jonnn!”

Sansa threw her water bottle at her sister.

After lounging around for a while and then forcing some food down, Sansa showered and before sitting at her vanity to dry her hair. She glanced at Jon’s phone.

Still nothing. Great Sansa - you’ve scared him away with those texts and that ridiculous selfie!

Sansa cringed as she looked back at the photo of herself, complete with ‘duck face pout’. She only just managed to resist the urge to fling the phone across the room when it came to life with what she’d been waiting for.

“…I’ve spent the past 12 hours in bloody agony over that picture. i even let my dad talk about his boring job to distract myself from u…”

The grin that spread across her face soon started to make her cheeks ache.

What to text back?

Her thumbs hovered over the letters before words started to appear…

Agony? You poor thing! What on Earth can I do to make it better? 😉

….then she hastily deleted them, huffed and flung Jon’s phone down on her bed.

As she dried and fussed with her hair, Jon’s words swam in her mind, making her smile to herself all over again. Her own phone started ringing and she thanked the Gods for her friend’s timing.

“Margie!” Sansa squealed into the call, flinging herself back on her bed to stare up at the ceiling as she indulged in some girl talk.

The conversation soon got round to Sansa’s ‘hot Jon predicament’.

“Well darling” Margaery started in her husky tone “just tell him that you’ve been a terribly good girl all year in the hopes that Santa would bring something delightfully naughty for you this Christmas…”

“Marge!”

“…then ask him if he prefers to be unwrapped slowly or if you’re allowed to rip anything?”

Sansa snorted “I can’t say that!…Besides, Christmas-based seduction never goes well for me - even when I literally spelled it out for Joff by wearing my handmade festive panties - complete with little mistoe motif right above my hoo-ha - he still didn’t get the hint!”

“Oh you’ve just had rotten luck with men sweetie….but this guy…well, I don’t know about you but he’s got a naughty little gleam in his eye…”

“Yeah” Sansa sighed “and I’ve never been with a guy with a beard before….I kind of want to stroke it” she giggled before sobering slightly. “I don’t know anything about him though…and as you said, I’m just a walking disaster when it comes to men, what with Ramsey and Joff. I don’t want to rush-“

“SANSAAAA!! MUM’S MADE LEMONCAAAAAKES!!” Arya shouted from downstairs, interrupting her conversation.

“OKAAAAAY!”

With a rumble of her stomach, Sansa quickly wrapped up her converation with Margaery and hung up the call. She bounced up off of her bed and bounded over to the doorway, hair swinging with the most amount of energy she’d had all day.

Spinning back into her room after deciding to take Jon’s phone with her, she went back to the bed to retrieve it.

Sansa’s eyes widened when she saw that the screen was alight and that the phone was on a call - with Jon.

Oh shit! I butt-dialled him?!?!

Her pulse raced as she reached for the phone and stared down at it.

Is he there? Did he hear me talking about him?! Fuck!

Sansa’s thumb hovered over the ‘end call’ button as a debate raged in her head.

Do I start talking or hang up?….DO I START TALKING OR HANG UP?!

[best-at-brooding]

Lost and Found III

Part I | Previously | Ao3

@lover-of-lemoncakes

Jon couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at his lips when her first text popped up on screen. He swallowed a laugh and waited patiently for the little ellipses to disappear and her next texts to come through.

Whoever this girl was, she made him smile far more than he had in a long while and it was kind of pathetic. Theon would make so much fun of him if he knew; Sam would laugh and joke about weddings; and Tormund – well, he would make some lewd comment about Jon’s ‘small’ pecker. God, he needed new friends. 

When the last text finally came through, Jon choked, nearly dropping the hot mug of tea onto his lap. 

1) Theon has a snowball’s chance with most girls 2) I don’t really like selfies. They weird me out so that’s why u won’t find any on my phone 3) Nothing to forgive, Sans 4) Uhh... what? Aren’t u on a coach? 

So what if he was stalling? Jon might be fearless in a bar brawl that Theon or Tormund most definitely started, but he was hardly that around girls and this girl was proving to be almost more than he could handle. Frankly, he was terrified. He couldn’t imagine not being attracted to her. That wasn’t the problem. The scary part was what if he was too attracted to her? He wasn’t sure if he could handle that, so yeah, he was absolutely stalling.

He quickly opened the phone’s front-facing camera, mussed up his hair and attempted a selfie, only to immediately delete it after and groan out loud. He was so screwed. 

[wolfmonarch]

Shipping call

If anyone is interested in plotting let me know! I write Sansa as bisexual so she loves the ladies too. I would love to get some fun plot lines going now that I am back. :) Like this or message me!

[best-at-brooding]

Best Laid Plans

@lover-of-lemoncakes

Jon could walk up to Sam and Gilly’s flat with his eyes closed if he’d wanted to, especially considering how it used to be Sam and Jon’s place together. Not that he begrudged Gilly for taking the place. Maybe in a distant part of his mind, Jon missed the good old days of being in his early twenties and sitting around in boxers eating pizza and watching the footy with his best mate. And maybe being invited to a dinner party by his best mate and his long-time girlfriend was a jarring eye-opener for Jon that he was no longer in his early twenties.

But he did genuinely like Gilly and if she wanted to host dinner parties then he would show up, a bottle of wine in hand and a smile on his face. After all, he was twenty-eight now and he’d had a steady job since he was twenty-one. Maybe being a firefighter wasn’t as lucrative as an accountant like Sam or a librarian like Gilly, but it was all he’d ever wanted to do and he was good at it.

Jon knocked on the flat door and waited patiently for someone to let him in, even if a little voice in the back of his head reminded him that he still had a spare key. He was in the midst of readjusting the collar of his nice blue dress shirt when the door was flung open to reveal someone who was definitely not Gilly.

“Uh…” Jon mumbled. Say something, you idiot. “I’m Jon… Snow. I’m Jon Snow. Not like the tv presenter.” He inwardly cursed himself for that unnecessary fact. “Sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met before?” He certainly would’ve remembered her if they had.

[lover-of-lemoncakes]

Lost and Found

Sansa sat heavily on the wheeled computer chair in front of one of the University Library’s resource computers. She frowned once she spied that just to the left of the keyboard was a lonely looking mobile phone in a rather dull black plastic casing - not at all like her cheery pastel coloured vintage floral case that housed her own phone - complete with rhinestone accents.

Not thinking too much on the sad, lost piece of tech, she slipped it into her bag. Sansa vowed to hand it in at the desk so that it could join it’s sad, lost brethren, in the lost property box before being reunited with it’s owner. But first, she needed to source the reference books she would be needing over the Christmas break.

It wasn’t until a few hours later that Sansa was reminded of the dull looking phone, when she was sat, squished into a seat on the cross-country coach journey home for the holidays. She was listening to her music with her earphones in, bobbing her head slowly and mouthing the lyrics as the wintry world went by outside of the window. Her ‘seat-mate’ Harry, seemed pleasant enough, with his charismatic smile and sandy blonde hair, but Sansa did not feel like making small talk with a stranger for all of the 5 hour journey home and instead gazed out of the window, as she hugged her bag to herself. Besides, Harry seemed to be only a few sentences away from attempting to hit on her and Sansa decided to Shut. That. Down.

She felt a buzzing next to her stomach. Knotting her brow in confusion, her hands delved into the depths of her bag, pushing aside receipts, notebooks, make up and all other kinds of girly debris.

Shit, she thought as she reached for the flashing phone. I totally forgot to hand it in! Sansa swiped to answer the unknown caller and pressed it to her ear.

“Hello?”

@best-at-brooding

[lover-of-lemoncakes]

So, I was wondering, when is the fifth part of Lost and Found coming? Cmon man, this fic gave me life! So rude :(

Aw thanks luv!

Unfortunately, our lovely Jon ( @best-at-brooding ) has been rather ill recently so lets send healing thoughts and love!