#I'm sorry if this is weird or crosses any lines— if so I'm unaware of those lines

[organized-chaotic-disaster]

Does anyone else like... feel less cis while on their period?? Like, a lot of the time I'm good with seeing myself as "girl, mostly" but I find that around my period I often start feeling less girl than I usually feel?? A little less gender perhaps??

[zeezelweazel]

For an alexia fic you could do one where shes super jealous of reader talking to an old friend or getting too close to a teammate and then roll with the jealous smut ✌️

Alexia Putellas| Does she do you better?|

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I think I've become a pro at jealous smut at this point

First top Alexia fic let's gooo (sorry if this was cringe af I'm not used to writing top ale)

TW: possessiveness, light choking (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), degradation, afab reader

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After Alexia's injury, practice was weird. She was there but she wasn't training with the rest of you. Instead she had a team of physicians instructing her with some specific drills she had to do. You obviously understand that her situation requires for her to be under special training but training sessions aren't as fun as they used to without her.

Ona quickly noticed how unfocused and quiet you were during training. The freckled spaniard did everything she could to cheer you up during training. You two could often be seen laughing and teasing eachother. Like right now, when you're chasing Ona with a water bottle filled with cold water after she dumped her own water on your head.

Ona is panting and frantically looking around the pitch trying to escape but she's too late. Suddenly she's hit with a wave of ice cold water and she's left standing like an ice pillar, gasping at the cold water in shock. You laugh at her face, completely uncaring about her shivering. Ona glares at you and punches your arm which only makes you laugh harder.

While you're having fun with Ona, you're completely unaware that a pair of hazel eyes is pinned on your laughing form. Alexia is sitting on the bleachers with a deadly glare and her jaw clenched tightly.

"You okay Ale?"

She barely turns her head to look at Mapi and only humms a response. Mapi frowns and follows her best friend's line of sight. A look of realisation crosses her face when she sees you and Ona. She's been waiting for Alexia to blow up about this for a long time. Mapi only smirks before walking away.

You're currently packing all your stuff in your training bag, tired and more than ready to head home. As you turn around to look for Alexia you take a step back in surprise when the woman in question appears right behind you.

"Ale you scared me to death, what are you-"

Before you can finish your sentence Alexia pulls you into her by grabbing your biceps and forces your mouths together in a heated and rough kiss. Her tongue enters your mouth and her hands find place at your neck and you moan when she squeezes.

Alexia pulls back after a few seconds, panting but not pulling away from you, with her hands still resting on your neck.

"Alexia, what is this?"

Alexia's jaw sets and her eyebrows frow dangerously. She pushes you down on the benches and forcibly raises your head so you're looking up at her, your eyes wide but dark with lust and desire. Alexia only seems to get angrier.

"You dirty slut. You like being passed around huh? Like a common whore."

Alexia's words were harsh and you had to resist the urge to rub your thighs together. You didn't know what she was referring to, or what caused any of this but currently you didn't care. You just wanted her to fuck you.

When Alexia notices your lack of response she climbs on top of you and starts harshly bitting your neck. Her teeth leave ugly marks all over your and you can only helplessly moan. You spread your legs wider, hoping that Alexia would get the hint but you doubt that she wants to pleasure you right now. This feels more like a punishment but you don't know why.

Alexia's hands sneak into your training shirt and grope at your breasts roughly pulling and twisting your nipples. You whine and throw your head back bringing your hands up to twist them in her blonde hair. The stinging pain mixed with the pleasure feels so good, you're certain that your panties are ruined with how wet you are right now.

"Please, Ale..."

Alexia pulls away from your neck, which is the last thing you wanted her to do. Her hands keep lazily working on your breasts as she stares you down with an icy glare.

"You're begging already. Would you beg for her this easily?"

You choke on a gasp when her hands return to your neck and your mind starts to turn. It all finally clicked.

Alexia was jealous.

You gulp and look up at her through your eyelashes.

"No."

Alexia's face twisted like she didn't believe you. Then in an instant her hands gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Your bra followed soon after and so you were left sitting on the bench in the locker room topples and ready to be fucked by Alexia. For this moment it's like both you and Alexia have completely forgotten you're in a public place.

Alexia doesn't waste any time. She pulls your hips closer to her and her hands move down your legs, teasing the inside of your thighs. Her lips move down your collarbone and your hips are starting to shift against the hard wood, you grip the bench with one hand and use the other to try and muffle all of your moans.

Her fingers move to rub you through your underwear and you throw your head back as you gasp in surprise and pleasure. You think about begging again but Alexia is shoving two fingers in your cunt before you can think twice about it. You find it much harder to keep quiet now that she's roughly moving her fingers inside you. She moves her head away from your collarbone and starts placing kisses on your neck, right over the marks she left on you earlier. When she's done she moves higher until her hot breath hits the shell of your ear.

"Who does this pussy belong to? "

You whine at her words and the movement of her hand. You don't have the mind to answer right now and Alexia only gets rougher in response. Her other hand comes down to pinch your clit and you yelp loudly.

"I asked you a fucking question."

Her hand was moving faster and your back was repeatedly hitting the lockers, the clanking noise joining in with your moans and the wet, filthy sounds coming from your pussy.

"You! My pussy is yours, all yours!"

Alexia groaned at your answer, obviously pleased with you. She kept fucking you, pulling you in for a rough kiss to quiet you down. The noises were bound to attract someone but maybe that turned you on even more.

You came with a muffled scream as your thighs shook and your walls clamped down on Alexia's hand. Alexia found a random towel to clean you both up and sits down next to you. You both sit in a quiet embrace for a while before you break the silence with a giggle.

"I guess I should thank Ona, huh?"

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[lylahammar]

Hey, I just wanted to say that I love your art, it’s incredible and I can tell you put a lot of love into it!! And thank you so much for making such wonderful and diverse characters, they’re all so lovely and beautiful. I especially appreciate the way you draw plus-size characters— their body shapes feel so natural, and you actually draw double chins, which no one else seems to do, and I honestly really appreciate that, as someone insecure about my own double chin. It somehow makes me feel a little better about myself, a little more comfortable in my own skin. And I’m sure I’m not the only one!! I’m sure there’s other plus-size people, and disabled people, who feel very seen in your art. And I just really wanted to thank you for that. I hope this message doesn’t cross any lines I may be unaware of or is somehow offensive, I really just wanted to thank you, you’re one of my favourite artists. And sorry if that disclaimer sounds weird or out of place, I sometimes don’t know how my tone comes across. But anyway, I hope you’re doing well and are having a lovely day!!

oh my god anon this is such a sweet message, thank you so much 😭🙏 I've put a lot of work into making sure I draw and write representation correctly, and it makes me so happy to hear that it's paying off 🥹 I'm saving this message in my "nice messages" folder to look at on days when I'm feelin down, I really appreciate it!! 😊

[watchinglikeafangirl]

Lovely Writer episode 3 - analysis

The episode this week changed everything again. We see more of Nubsib's true colors and we see the two become closer. Nubsib is still pretending but his true personality is also showing here and there, Gene starts having thoughts and is confused how he feels about Nubsib. All in all, this week's episode had a lot of information and was even more fun to watch. Especially the scene, when they film "bad engineer" and the first meeting of the characters ending in a weird embrace filmed in slow motion. It was hilarious...

Honesty and no filter

I don't know if honesty is the right word here but I would say it kind of fits. Even though Nubsib is crossing many lines, Gene at least tells him immediately when he's uncomfortable. Especially in the scenes when his personal space is invaded which he is not used to. He lives with Nubsib but kissing him is a whole different thing. He is someone who is very closeted and only opens up to Nubsib because he learns that life doesn't happen in fantasies and books. But when Nubsib tries to kiss him in the second episode, puts his face aggressively closer to Gene's, Gene pulls away immediately. This shows that even though he might be an introvert who is living in his head very much, he is not shy in the way that he doesn't talk about any emotion. He felt very uncomfortable and told Nubsib immediately also because he feels that Nubsib would listen and back off, which he then did.

In this episode, we get a similar scene. Nubsib pushes Gene on the sofa in a very slow, dominant and erotic way and Gene is kind of okay until Nubsib is too close.

Right before the kiss, he's extremely uncomfortable and says that he is. Nubsib is really concerned and sorry about it and backs off immediately. You could also say about this scene that Gene was not really uncomfortable and just scared of his feelings towards Nubsib but I think, it was just their closeness. They only know each other and live together for three weeks and Gene opened up just yet. It would be out of character if he would have settled into a kiss or even a make-out.

Nubsib is his true self when he comforts Gene who is having a nightmare. There is no sound effect, just some music playing and this scene is very slow and calm. Nothing disturbing the peaceful moment of taking care and there is no rushing.

Defensiveness and hidden feelings

Like I said, and like we all know, Gene is an introvert which becomes very clear when we get to know that he is living alone in a condo that is too big for one person alone. Everything is chaotic and as soon as Nubsib moves in, it's very tidy and clean. But Gene is too scared to admit it. He's too scared to admit that he likes Nubsib's company. Nubsib knows he does and jokes around when he's trying to get a confession from Gene. Gene, completely confused why that kiss is stuck in his head, gets defensive whenever Nubsib flirts and teases him.

This difensiveness becomes more after Aey says "he seems to like you" which confuses Gene even more. He can't stop thinking about it and ends up throwing Nubsib out of his condo because he is too scared to admit it. To himself and to Nubsib. Gene is very inexperienced and insecure about romantic stuff, so he doesn't know if this feeling of tenderness is even real and if Nubsib is really honest with him. There is an awkwardness between them that reminds us that they don't know each other well and Gene would have to get to know Nubsib more in order to be okay with his feelings. Because now, Nubsib still is a total stranger. The insecurity in romantic things and feelings leads Gene to question the meaning behind every word Nubsib said to him and if they were even true. This growing friendship with a stranger and growing romantic feelings for him is too much for Gene and he feels like he won't be able to focus on writing any more. For him it's either living or writing and he chooses writing over everything and feels like he can't think straight.

His feelings which he can't name or distinguish make him get defensive whenever he feels Nubsib is playing around.

Pretending and unawareness

Nubsib gives us all the vibes of fakery in many scenes and we feel there's something breeding under his skin that will show its true colors at some point (and I think very soon). Gene gets that vibe too and that's why things get awkward between them sometimes when both suddenly turn quiet like they don't know what to say to each other which could be because both can't get rid of the picture of their kiss. I mean, both obviously think about it. Nubsib can't even kiss Aey for the scene and Gene can't focus on writing because of it.

Nubsib is the one pretending here. Especially on the sofa. He even says that he learned it "in a workshop" which means the way he is behaving is all inspired and copied from these acting workshops. And that adds depth to his character. He is inexperienced too. He acts like the typical dominant BL character but even says himself that he learned it from the workshop.

That means, he's also insecure but is very good in hiding it. Because he feels like being his true self when it comes to romantic stuff is not enough and that he has to cover those stereotypes in order to appeal as attractive. Especially because Gene wrote this kind of character in the novel himself. So, Nubsib thinks it's the right way to act and is too shy to be his real self which is very sad and thankfully doesn't work out that well when they are on the sofa. Gene gets uncomfortable and I guess a bit frightened by the now very dominant version of Nubsib.

I don't think Nubsib is aware of the effect the moments when he is his true self have on Gene. They are the moments when Gene likes him and falls for him, not the ones when he's pretending. As soon as the pretending stops, the sound effects stop as well and they are talking more natural and real.

Same goes for Gene. What I noticed this episode was that the moment Gene enters, the sound effects start. That means Gene is pretending too but not in such an obvious way and maybe not even on purpose. He backs out of every situation because he sacrificed his life to writing. Writing defines his whole day, social-life, sleeping-routine and health. But I think, deep down he wants to live a bit more. He pretends to be okay with the situation, with how his life is going, but he sees, now that Nubsib moved in, that his way of living covers up all the desires he himself has. Nubsib unlocked something in him, makes him see that life is not only in your condo and especially with other people. Gene sees that now and he'll get sad.

Criticism and jokes

This show criticizes many different aspects. Basically everything of the BL industry is being criticized.

Mostly the charcters don't stand up for themselves when they are feeling uncomfortable. The scene on the sofa was definetely too intense and Gene didn't like it at all. I was already turning my eyes because I was just like 'not one of those scenes' but surprisingly the scene didn't go the way I thought. In many shows this would've gone in a very different direction even though the other charcter is not okay with it. BLs sometimes like to romanticise harrassement.

The writers are mostly female and the target audience is as well. BLs are mostly a fantasy and that's totally fine. It's just boring that every show is basically the same with the same stereotypes and exact same plot. The characters are not in any way real and Gene just copied this idea for "bad engineer". BL novels are created by women for women and that's what is criticised here because there's nothing real about it. In fact Gene wants to focus more on character developments and not NC scenes.

Fanscervice blends over problems the actors might have with each other. Nubsib and Aey don't get along that well but they have to, for the fans. This is a new level of pretending and also very uncomfortable to watch because they have to sacrifice their own values in order to have a job in the first place.

The jokes ... they are just very funny. Having a discussion about product placement for product placement?

Changing in the women's changing rooms because you thought it was 'unisex'?

Nubsib wearing a shirt saying 'eat me'?

There are many more but these are the ones I remember laughing at the most.

Questions

What's the deal with Aey?

Nubsib obviously doesn't like him but why? What did he do?

Is Nubsib jealous? Does Aey have a crush on Gene?

Will Aey become a character we feel sorry for?

What's going on in Tum's life? (I'm concerned)

Ending

This show adds layer after layer and from afar it looks like the typical BL but it's way, way better than that. It's funny, entertaining, realistic and interesting. Basically a writer navigating helplessly through the BL industry and learning that everything needs to be mainstream and is not allowed to be very different from the rest. I like this idea very much because as fans of BLs, we only see the things from the outside and can only assume the stuff that's going on behind the scenes. Here we have people who know what they are talking about whom we can use as a ressource. I found new aspects in this show I didn't even think about being a problem with the BL industry. It's just very interesting.

Preview

The previews always promise some heavy developments and I'm really excited to see jealous Gene and also drunk Gene. What will he do and will he be different? I mean, Nubsib is going to move out but I guess in the end, he won't. I don't know, something will happen because when Gene said "you can stay" he looked very sorry. Perhaps Nubsib shows more of himself and I think we all agree that he's probably messed up. He thinks pretending and manipulation leads to love...

[bestwishes1986]

Part 3 - Flirting

He was about to climb the stairs to check on Abigail when he heard her delighted laughter from his left. He walked that way through the living room and saw her sitting at the kitchen table giggling at the tall man manning the stove dressed in his baby blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans that stopped short of his hairy ankles from their height difference.

“And then the Elephant said ‘where did I leave that mouse’ unaware it was on top of his head because Elephants have very thick skin you see,” Donovan said laughing at the story and Val saw that Abigail was hanging on to his every word.

“What’s going on in here!” Val demanded and the two other people in the room froze.

“I let you sleep in and made your daughter breakfast. She was hungry and it was already mid morning,” Donovan said confused at the angry look he was getting. Val stomped over to Abigail and reached down and picked up the plate. He looked closely at the pancakes, even sniffed them but only sweetness came to his nostrils.

“She shouldn’t have sweets so early in the morning, Abbey you know that.” Val said his tone filled with grumpy anger.

“Don’t throw them away, she likes them,” Donavan pleads and Val’s nostrils flared as he walked the plate to the sink.

“Valiant, I’m sorry. But please it was me who misstepped you were so kind to me I just wanted to repay it.” Donavan entreated and Val cleared his throat and walked the plate back to his daughter who looked on the verge of tears. He placed it down on the table before her and breathed out and in.

“Alright, but after this you’re going to brush your teeth and for lunch it’s fish, no chips but veggies or any sugar til dinner.” Val said feeling foolish as he walked out of the room and up the stairs. Donavan let out a breath and Abigail, who had spent an hour with him got out of her chair and walked over and held his hand.

“He’s not a morning person,” she said consolingly.

“Thanks Kiddo, now go eat your breakfast while I go have a word with your dad, alright?” Donavan asked and she nodded.

Val sat on his bed with his head in his hands trying to make some sense of his life. A day ago he had secretly worried how Donavan had ended up but he hadn’t known why. Then at 2 in the morning he was there.

“I’m really truly sorry.” A voice that was becoming recognizable said before him. He looked up at Donavan who stood in the bedroom, how he had got in without Val noticing was troubling but he focused on the now.

“It’s alright. I just freaked out. You with my little girl, I mean. I overreacted,” Val said in a tumble of words.

“S’alright, I would act the same if I had a stranger with my kid. If I had one. I just hated seeing her waiting for you to get up and make her food so I did it. Ye need to get round to the store by the way. Or is it just takeaway in this house?” Donavan asked

“You’re very presumptuous, you know that? Wearing my clothes and dressing down my cupboards before I have had a drop of coffee.” Val said offhandedly

“I wanted to cover my scars so she didn’t see them. I didn’t think you’d mind really. I can take them off or find other clothes if it upsets you.”Donavan said, frowning.

“Don’t be daft. It’s fine but just cause you stayed the night. Don’t continue to walkabout the place like it’s fair game is what I’m saying.” Val said with a look and Donavan nodded looking at Val. Val tried to understand the expression on his face but couldn’t.

“Got it,” Donavan said with a tone of seriousness and he stepped back and waited. Val took a moment to register what had just happened before rising and again felt Donavan’s eyes on him. On his body he felt a warmth flood his cheeks as it dawned on him he was still very much in his underwear from the night before. Clearing his throat he said

“Why don’t you go back to the kitchen and whip me up some of those unhealthy pancakes and scrambled eggs and hash and i will shower and get dressed or do you want to just stand there and stare at my cock all day.” His words were meant to sound aggrieved but the moment he was done speaking Donavan raised an eyebrow in surprise before saying a word Val cut him off.

“Get out.”

Donavan walked back down the stairs with a smile on his lips and went to work making the breakfast Valiant had ordered. Val stood beneath the heated water streaming across his face. He tilts his head and tries to clear his mind but Donavan was there. The mystery surrounding the man getting the better of his inquisitive mind. But that didn’t explain his growing attraction or why he felt concern for the man. It was dizzying and irritating because for years he felt sure of himself, sure he knew himself. But this and all it’s promise of adventure and possible heartbreak so soon after Tegan had him wary. Even if the Incubus wasn’t making it harder by enjoying the view of him a bit too much.

He turned away from the shower and placed his hands against the black and white tile. With his eyes closed he remembered the different crime scenes. The way the limbs were chewed through. Skin torn in places but what dragged his mind full circle was the impression of fingerprints on spaces across bodies. He remembered Donavan’s stomach, someone’s hands had held the young man down by his pelvis. What had happened while he had been held? Val turned his face to the right the questions growing in his mind.

When he had found Donavan in that bar, on his third beer he hadn’t known what to expect. The profile the police therapist had created suggested a man in his late thirties, confident and antisocial. But the young man a hostess had pointed him towards was smiling with beautiful friends. Men and women surrounded him as if he were a King. A part of Val wanted to drag him out in handcuffs, could only see his wife’s dismembered body. He saw her broken body in monochrome at the time. While this tall, leanly muscular man was illuminated in bright red and green neon.

When the man turned to respond to something a black woman with neon pink hair said, their eyes met. Those sharp gray eyes locked with his and he forgot to breathe for a moment. They widened with surprise which was funny because he had never met this man before now. And even now they had never spoken. All sound left the noisy pub and Val was very aware of his heart beating in his chest and the rush of blood through his ears.

“Val…you’re gonna turn into a prune if you stay any longer,” a voice said from the other side of the wooden door snapping him back to the present. The shocking feel of cold water on his body crushed the remainder of warm feelings flooding his chest from the memory.

“Fucking fuck! yea I hear ye I'm coming out in a moment. Get out of my bedroom,” Val shouted and he thought that was the end of it but he was underestimating Donavan.

“What if I want to see you naked?” Came the reply and he heard the smile in the words. Before he could stop himself he said,

“Then open the door or sit on the bed. I don’t care.”

The door opened and shut while he had his eyes closed and focused on rinsing the shampoo out of his thick dark hair inspite of the cold water.

Donavan leaned against the counter of the bathroom staring at the man behind the glass door. His heart was hammering in his chest like it would shatter his ribs and breach his chest in minutes as he took in the broad shoulders. The waist was thick with muscle and just a little flab. The ass was what got his attention, smaller than he had guessed and perfectly curved down to powerful legs and long thin feet. Wider than he would of guessed. He raised his eyes just as Val turned to turn off the water with that weird metal disc control and he stopped for only a moment when he saw Donavan watching him.

“You’re being creepy, you get that right?” Val asked but he made no move to cover himself as he faced the door and took the fluffy white towel Donavan offered him. Donavan didn’t hide the fact he was staring at the thick penis between Val’s legs, it wasn’t hard but still seemed powerful sheathed in a layer of dark foreskin that covered the round mushroom top with an inch of skin

“My eyes are up here. Also did you hear any of what I just said,” Val asked, pointing at his face and Donavan blinked and tilted his head to the left and frowned.

“I didn’t hear anything, what did you say?” Donavan admitted, embarrassed.

“I didn’t say anything now get out so I can get dressed and if my daughter is cooking my breakfast I will break your neck,” Val said with all humor while his eyes gleamed with intent. Donavan vanished back outbthe door he had come in and Val’s smile slipped away.

His head was a glass bottle with a thunder storm raging inside it. A part of him enjoyed it, enjoyed being distracted by the man he had allowed to stay the night in his home. Was it his lonely existence that allowed something he would never do? The line between kindness and pity and flirting had been crossed. Val looked at his face in the mirror, at the bags under his brown eyes. At the small crinkles at their edges. He bit down on his bottom lip as his insecurities met the guilt over the golden band he wore.

“What the fuck are you playing at Valiant,” he asked himself and with a sigh he turned away from the mirror and moved to get dressed. He walked on the soft carpet, his wife’s ghost moved around the room conjured into existence by his guilt. Val watched her long naked form walking around. Tegan was slender with a swimmer’s body. Her long dark hair swayed as she spoke with a voice he couldn’t hear. But he could watch her as he went to the mahogany wood wardrobe and opened the polished wood. Val smiled at her when she looked over one of her shoulders at him. Those gray eyes always were filled with innocent mischief. He didn’t need to hear her voice to catch that she said, “Love you”

“Love you too sweetheart,” he said to the empty room, as he pulled out clothes for being lazy. A white hoodie he had kept from his days at university and pajama bottoms. For a moment he thought about wearing underwear but for Donavan’s attention chose not to. He tied ye drawstring tight and left the room. As he walked down the stairs the sounds of “Frozen 1” could be heard and he stifled a groan. It wasn’t a bad movie, just one he had seen into the triple digits. But it made Abigail smile so he had endured it. First he went to the living room and saw the tangled dark hair of his daughter engrossed in the film. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head before making his way to the kitchen.

His eyes widened as he saw Donavan hunched over the kitchen table crying silently. His long arms were wrapped around himself. Val was at a loss, unsure how to deal with this. He cleared his throat and Donavan quickly wiped his eyes and tried a smile. It met the look of concern and crumpled like trampled over flowers. Without a word he rose from the chair and he moved to the microwave. He set it to a minute to warm up the food. Donavan kept his back to Val who still hovered in the doorway.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said awkwardly.

“It’s the least I can do,” Donovan responded his voice thick with emotion.

“Guess I’ll sit then.” Val said as he pulled out a metal chair and took a seat.

“Coffee?” Donovan offered, his voice sounded devoid of any cheer or swarthy tones that Val had connected to his good moods.

“Yeah, nothing in it and how about a reason as to why you’re crying?” Val asked as the plate was put before him with the plastic bottle of syrup next to it. Donavan did not meet his eyes instead he was placed two mugs on the table closed his eyes. Val felt his anxiety spiking as he focused on his breathing. He tried being patient, but after that silence stretched he finally said,

“If you don’t say something I’m gonna start singing and no one wants to hear that.”

“I know who killed your wife.” Donovan said as fresh tears fell from his eyes and dropped onto the table.

[occupyvenus]

Sorry, I didn't intend for my ask to be rude, I was just startled because I thought you were saying Sansa had no right to be hurt and therefore didn't really deserve any sympathy if she was, but I realise now that I jumped to conclusions. Sorry. I'm just dreading boatsex not because I'll be angry at Jon but because I just don't want to see Sansa hurt again, especially by a man she trusts so much (although I know it won't be intentional or "wrong" of Jon since they're not in a relationship). :(

Hi anon, sorry for taking so long! My inbox is full and I really don’t know where to start….. 

Sorry if my answer was a bit rude or salty as well! I know, It’s so hard to judge someones tone and intentions without all the non-verbal communication that’s normally going on. I’m also guilty of that.

If boatsex happens (still crossing my fingers it doesn’t, though I made my peace with it and don’t even think that endgame!jonsa is threatened by it. Optimistic pessimism and all. Just read on.) I do think Sansa will be hurt by it and my heart goes out to her. But looking at the silver-lining, it will probably surprise her just how much it hurts her. I’m going to assume she already knows about r+l=j by this point, so her jealousy will open her eyes about her true feelings. A Green-Eyed-Epiphany.

I imagine that Jon will feel bad about it as well, once he meets Sansa again. Wondering why he feels so damn guilty. Why he can’t look her in the eye. After he finds out about his true identity everything will fall into place for him as well. It will be a blessing in disguise, of sorts. Two characters realizing that they love each other, after one of them sleeps with another person is like a really old romance trope, anyway. It wouldn’t surprise me if they set up the D as a romantic false lead to accomplish just that. 

One thing to keep in mind is this: The jonsa-shipping community has whole-heartly embraced them as a potential couple. We are aware that cousin-relationships are acceptable in westeros, have dissected any underlying meanings and thrive on the whole siblings-to-lovers-angst. But the general audience needs to be slowly and thourougly prepared for that. The series is doing it’s best to foreshadow Jonsa, without being too obvious about it. They are keeping it sublte for a reason. They are constantly using romance tropes and putting them into what could be described an un-siblingly atmosphere to prime the audience for the big twist. They want to keep it ambigious. People have already noticed and once they are ready to come out, a lot of casual viewers will go “now that I think about it, that *insert any, really any jonsa scene* was a bit weird… should have seen this coming.” That’s what they are trying to achieve here. But they will not implement any romantic gestures where the audience could go like “Eww, but they think they are siblings. Gross”. They don’t want us to go LANNISTERS !!!! They want us to root for them, not being disgusted by an assumed brother sleeping with his assumed sister. (Side-note: Jon and Jaime have so many anti-parallels, if desiring your “sister” isn’t among them, I might just scream. That’s the difference between them, though. Jaime actually has an affair with his sister, Jon has the same “dishonourable” thoughts and impulses, but he will not act on these feelings until it’s okay to do so.)

Neither Jon, nor Sansa is going to acknowledge or admit to any romantic feelings, as long as they still believe they are siblings. Now that we have confirmation about them not being siblings, it’s time for a character to notice as well. They can be more open about it. A third party in the show will notice that ~something~ is off and start to drop some hints (looking at you Littlefinger bzw I really look foward to any Tyrion-Jon conversation about Sansa), simultaniously standing in for the audience and drawing it’s attention to the matter. They might not know yet, but we do. As does Creepyfinger. The show has done a wonderful job at setting up jonsa and any J0nerys-sexy-time could be just another piece in the puzzle. Making the audience aware of it, without hitting us right into our cute, little faces. I’m a little down that it takes so long too, but they are taking the narrative in the exact direction I would expect. (side-note: I absolutely love @hyojung12 idea that Jon is dropping the “sister-bomb”, so we can correct him in our minds. They want us to go: But, she really is his cousin, isn’t she? Such a great observation, love it.) 

To ease your mind about boatsex a little bit: Jon sleeping with another woman (or Sansa sleeping with another man, but like please not LF, just no one at all. She deserves to only be properly loved for the rest of her life. No more love-less sexual encounters for her. Seriously.) before they know about r+l=j is actually a good way to keep the gross-factor down. (It’s his bad luck that she’ll turn out to be his aunt. The irony.) It implies that any inappropriate desires where kept far under the surface. It shows that they are unaware of it and that it doesn’t influence their remaining love- or sexlife. It may not be as romantic (I agree), but it also ensures the audience that they aren’t leading their lives accordign to any possible incestious impulses. 

Last, but not least to come back to the original topic of this conversation: Jon and Sansa have a strong bond. They already build their relationship slowly, stone by stone. Ned and Catelyn started doing so after their marriage, Jon and Sansa have already finished that phase. Their relationship is already based on trust, respect and mutual admiration. The love will follow. As I stated in my original post, this will be another ned/cat - jon/sansa parallel. After all Ned and Cats marriage started off with a rough patch as well. They had to become comfortable in their new roles (from future brother/sister-figure to spouse). They had to deal with an alleged affair, even worse having the alleged “product” of it constantly in front of their faces. (sry, jonny.) They worked through it and became of the strongest, happiest romances in the series. 

Jon and Sansa’s relationship will blossom into a love strong enough to get through this as well. In good times and in bad. Once they confess their love, nothing that came before will matter anymore. They can’t cling to the past, if they are busy building a future together. (I love cheesy, dramatic language, btw)