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Jonsa Week

New Admins coming on board soon so watch this space for more info on the event this year. Theme and prompt suggestions welcome in the notes or in our askbox!

[otp-that-was-promised]

Jonsa Week 2019: Day 1 -> Past ~ Present ~ Future    

@jonsa-week​    

“We deserve a soft epilogue my love.”

[flibbertigiblet]

Jon x Sansa | Epilogue

This is for all of us, fam.

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@jonsa-week​ - Day 1: Past ~ Present ~ Future

Check out my other stuff here: @flibbertigiblet-edits

[wildflower-daydreamer]

blue jeans, white shirt 

walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn

(Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey)

@jonsa-week Day 2 [Quotes - Colours - Tropes]

[lunaathorne]

jonsa week day 4 (thurs 21st): songs~ myths ~ lies

❝ The ones who'd been gone for so very long, she couldn't remember their names,

They spun her around on the damp old stones, spun away all her sorrow and pain. ❞

for @jonsa-week

[missfaber]

it was a stained glass variation of the truth 

{ a jonsa fake dating holiday fic : @jonsa-week day one : past, present, future }

They were, now they aren’t. But for the sake of their family, they pretend.

(Or, the one where Jon and Sansa pretend to still be together so as not to ruin Thanksgiving dinner.)

[azulaahai]

”A l l   t h e s e   s t o r i e s   c a n ’t   b e   l i e s”

@jonsa-week day 4: songs ~ myths ~ lies

[vivilove-jonsa]

Be My +1

Seven months after she attended a wedding with her brother's work colleague (and gave him a tipsy, unrequited kiss when he walked her to the door), Sansa Stark finds herself in the unenviable situation of desperately needing a date for her prep school reunion at a ski resort which will also be attended by her ex-boyfriend/boss's son, Harry Hardyng and her Former-BFF/Frenemy, Margaery Tyrell.

@jonsa-week​ Day 2 Prompt-Tropes 

A little old Fake/Pretend Relationship ditty, this will be a multi-chapter.  A snippet below.  A gift for @lunakittymoonbeam​  Thanks to @mynameisnoneya1991​ for the beautiful poster :)

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Sansa drew a deep breath. It was time. Woman up or wimp out. She scrolled through her contacts. Alphabetized by last name, he was right above Arya. She’d chosen his work number because a) she didn’t have his cell number and b) she figured he was more likely to answer unrecognized numbers on that line.

Fingers crossed. If I’m forced to leave a voice mail, it’ll be the most awkward voice mail ever. Or I’ll just hang up.

Three rings in and she didn’t think her heart could pound any harder. Her palms were sweaty and she doubted her closed up stomach could hold a tic-tac right now.

Hang up! Hang up!

But she didn’t hang up. The ringing had stopped. He’d picked up.

A cough and then she heard that deep, husky voice she could still recall all too well seven months later as he answered, “Jon Snow.”

“Hi, Jon. It’s Sansa Stark...Robb's sister. Do you remember me?”

The woman who went to your boss’s wedding with you last minute in May? The one who taught you the Cha-Cha? And then got tipsy and flirty and wound up kissing you goodnight when you were just politely walking her to her door?

Sansa cringed at the memory and then cringed harder as she waited for a response. Time seemed to have slowed to a snail’s pace.

Gods, does he not even remember me?!

The yawning pit of deathly silence ended as he abruptly cleared his throat. “Hey! Of course, I remember you, Sansa! It’s, uh…good to hear from you!” He sounded more than a little panicked. Not a good sign. “How’ve you been?”

“I’m good, thanks. I’m calling because I was…” Shit. She was the one panicking now. Or again. Something. She’d worked up the nerve to call and now she was completely blanking on the follow-through.

Why had she called again?

The reunion!

 Right.

“Sansa? Are you there?”

 I could pretend I lost the signal.

 And then what?!

“Sorry. I’m here, Jon. I was calling because I need a favor. I guess it’s a bit of a quid pro quo sort of thing.” He was a lawyer. Maybe he’d find the Latin impressive or charming or…fuck my life.

“Oh! Well, I’d be happy to help you out if…”

“It’s a big favor.”

“Oh…oh-kaaaay. What kind of favor?”

Shit.

Read the rest on ao3.