#taylor swift is a jonsa

[sailorshadzter]

hi i still exist. :)

The music that plays is soft and slow, a song she recalls from weddings past, a staple from each and every Northern wedding she’s attended throughout her life. 

And yet somehow, someway, this time it feels different. 

Perhaps it’s the three glasses of wine she’s consumed or perhaps it’s the fact that she’s not been home in something like three years.

 There was nothing left for her here, after all. 

She looks up as the song ends, the crowd applauding as the band takes a moment to pause, to drink a gulp of water before they return to their places, the next song falling from their instrument strings. 

“Can I have this dance?”

The voice draws her out of her own mind, catching her off guard. She looks up and to her surprise, she knows the face grinning down at her, though it’s been something like a lifetime since they last spoke, let alone saw each other. “Jon,” she greets, smiling in spite of herself, red painted lips curving around the familiar syllable of his name. “It’s been a while,” she says, not answering his question; that question treads dangerous waters. Of all the people she expects to see at this thing, Jon isn’t one of them, and she suspects her best friend is to blame. 

“I know,” he replies, extending his hand for her to take.

It takes but a moment or two more before she relents, slipping her hand into his and allowing him to pull her onto her feet. Together they make their way out to the center of the dance floor, to where the dozen or so other couples already dance, the bride and groom included, as a popular mainstream love song plays by the band’s hands. “I’m surprised to see you,” she admits as they fall into step, the dance as familiar today as it was all those years ago.

“Me too,” he admits with a laugh, so soft and slow, for a moment she thinks she might drown in the sound of it. “I was surprised when the invite arrived.” She glances at the bride, her best friend, Margaery, and she reminds herself to have a conversation with her at a later date. “I decided I couldn’t turn down the chance to see a wedding like this one with my own eyes.” She’s laughing now and he’s tightening his grip on her waist. “I didn’t think you would come,” he says next, softer now, his gray eyes somber when they meet hers. 

What he means is I thought you would never return North after what happened here. The truth was, neither did she, but… Margaery had always been her friend, her best friend, and even when she’d been the one to fade away, Margaery had never lost sight of her. “I’m sorry…” he says next, his voice close to her ear, drawing her back in. “I shouldn’t have…” 

“It’s okay,” she says with a shake of her head, offering him a smile. “I couldn’t say no to her,” she says, glancing towards her smiling friend, drunk off happiness and wine as she dances with her husband. “Even if I had, I imagine she’d have brought me here against my will.” He’s the one laughing now and as the song ends, he does not let go of her hand. “Dancing is a dangerous game,” she says softly, tilting her head as blue eyes meet gray. 

Jon only grins, drawing her back in for a second dance. 

[ x x x ]

That night, she twists beneath the bedsheets of the hotel room bed he’d rented for the weekend.

She revels in the way he utters her name, in the feel of his hands threading through her hair, in the way he moves between her thighs. “Sansa,” he rasps, his breath warm against the hollow of her throat, a reminder of the warm bed she left behind all those years ago. When he pulls back, she finds herself drowning in those smoldering gray eyes, eyes still yet full of the stars she’s dreamed of since their last moments together. For three long years, she’s slept with other men, dated and partied, but every night she always found herself longing for something, for someone, she no longer had. 

It isn’t until he’s leaning in, kissing the salt from her lashes does she realize she’s begun to cry. 

[ x x x ]

When the morning sunlight spills in through the hotel curtains, she carefully slips from his arms and the bed. 

Tiptoeing across the room, she fishes her dress up off the floor, shimmying into it only to remember she can’t zip it up the back on her own. “Fuck,” she utters with a sigh, arm stretching at every awkward angle in an attempt to try anyway. As another curse is about to fall from her lips, she feels the brush of hands against her own and can feel the zipper make its ascent to the top, securing her back into the dress he’d nearly ripped from her body the night before. “Thanks,” she mumbles, swinging back around to face Jon where he stands in just his boxers, his hand lingering as if he means to touch her further. But, he must think on it, for it drops back to his side, tightening into a fist she does not notice. “I should go…” She turns away, thinking this would be it, this would be the last time… 

“Do you have to?” He asks, unable to stop himself. 

She stops, slowly revolving back to face him, those stoic features softening as gray eyes meet blue. “My train home… It’s not until Monday.” She admits quietly, thinking of the room in Margaery’s parents home she’s meant to occupy until then. 

“Let’s have lunch then.” He says with a grin and she’s laughing in spite of herself. 

“In this?” She asks, gesturing down at her slinky golden gown she’d worn to the wedding, wrinkled now from laying in a heap on the floor all night. 

“Sure,” he says, reaching for his own discarded dress pants, far more wrinkled than her dress. “We’ll go somewhere to match the wardrobe,” he shrugs on his white button down, allowing her to reach out and adjust his collar when he’s gotten it buttoned up. “You know the place.” 

Of course she did. 

“Fine, but then you must take me to get my bag,” she says as she steps back into her heels, kicked off the night before as he tackled her into his bed. 

“Does that mean you intend to stay?” He asks and she blinks, her heart skipping a beat. 

“Only if you want me to.” 

Jon grins, nodding, reaching out to take her by the hand. 

[ x x x ]

Her phone hasn’t stopped buzzing since they left the restaurant.

Between the old ladies who had spotted them having lunch and Margaery’s parents telling her that she’d come by to collect her overnight bag, she and Jon didn’t have much of a chance to hide they’d been together, even if they had intended to do so. But the hours of the day are spent whittled away by wine and talk, by sex and joy, so it isn’t until well past midnight that she finally slips away from him, to step out onto the balcony in just his t-shirt, to pick up her phone and dial the number that has relentlessly called and texted all day long. 

“Finally!” Margaery’s voice explodes in her ear after the first ring.

“No one would believe today was your first day of being married, considering you spent the entirety of the day calling me.” Sansa quips and her friend laughs on the other end and she can practically hear the smile in Margaery’s breathing. 

“And you spent the entirety of the day doing… Jon Snow?” 

Sansa laughs in response and Margaery shrieks, much like they were teenagers once more. “I knew it! That old Mrs. Hightower said you two left together last night but I didn’t believe her… Until mother called that is. How was it?” Sansa can picture her friend as she must have been right then, with that twisted smile she only ever wore when it came to talking about Jon Snow. 

“I’m not going home.” She says without missing a beat, without an ounce of hesitation.

Even that shut up Margaery.

“You’re… Not…?” She asks when she’s recovered her senses a moment later. “It must be good.” 

Sansa turns around, back to the balcony edge, staring in through the glass door to where she can see Jon still asleep in the bed. Her heart skips a beat and she knows it goes against everything she’s told herself over the last few years. It goes against everything she’s tried to do for herself, against the new life she’s tried so desperately to build. “No… Not right away, anyways.” For some reason, now that she’s come back to this place, to this person, she can only wonder how she ever left at all. “I have to go, I’ll call you tomorrow.” She hangs up before Margaery can answer and returns inside, slipping back into her place beside him in the bed.

He lets out a long, sleepy breath as he turns over, arm extending out over her hips. “I wondered where you’d gone…” He breathes into her ear, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her earlobe as one wandering hand slides up beneath the hem of his shirt she wears. 

“Can I stay?” She asks quietly, thinking of what she’d just told Margaery.

Jon pauses, his fingertips brushing across the curve of her hip as he lifts his head, leaning over her so their eyes can meet. “You’re already here…” He says with the hint of confusion laced into his tone. 

“I mean… After Monday.” 

Jon blinks, realization dawning, and a grin spreads across his face, those eyes of his full of twinkling stars. She imagines their life as it always could have been, these long nights together, the early morning coffee cups, the boots he wears beneath the edge of their shared bed… Such thoughts fill her to the brim with warmth, with a sensation she’s only ever felt in his arms. “You can stay forever, if you’d like.” 

She smiles, thinking how sweet that sounded- forever. 

It could be theirs, just this once. 

[alaynestcnes]

the way my brain is so deluded i can find jonsa in anything. like i can’t scroll any social media without my brain being like wow. this is so 💞them💞

[thefandommama]

I need someone more talented than me to put some of Taylor’s TTPD songs to Jonsa edits. Some are soooo Jonsa coded. Please, I beg !

[maidragoste]

Guys I just got home from seeing Taylor Swift and in the middle of the show I started thinking about my fics lol

When Taylor sang The One I thought of Harwin and Reader. Then when she sang Bad Blood I thought of Rhaenyra and Reader. I know that at some point I thought about Daemon but I don't remember what song

Velaryon!Reader occupies my head 24/7 this is no longer healthy haha

btw, I'm also sure I was the only person tonight who sang Willow thinking about Jonsa

[tartheanmaid]

discography tag courtesy of @undercovercaptain

rules - pick an artist or band and share your favorite song from each of their albums, then tag some mutuals

artist: the only and most obvious choice, queen taylor

debut: place in this world

fearless: untouchable

speak now: (oh how can i choose) speak now, long live, or enchanted

red: starlight

1989: all of them (jk it’s new romantics)

rep: so it goes but only bc of olive and adam

lover: false god or cornelia street

folklore: AUGUST!!!!!

evermore: cowboy like me

midnights: maroon and karma

3am edition: high infidelity

mutuals: @the-daily-dreamer @istumpysk @ramblings-of-a-mad-cat @sunnybyler @esther-dot @agentrouka-blog

[theghostwrites]

Looking for blogs to fill my dashboard

In light of some recent Swiftie drama I have no intention of participating in, I had to unfollow a bunch of blogs. If you post anything from this list, interact with this post so I can follow you!

Taylor Swift (content that doesn't center around her ex bfs, or current hookups/private life. I'm here for her music, artistry, and cultural relevance)

Period dramas (especially international, lesser-known shows/films)

Books! (romance, fantasy, sapphics, poetry, feminist essays or fiction, etc)

GoT and HotD (House Stark, House Tyrell, Alicent and Rhaenyra), other fantasy shows too.

Star Wars (OG and prequels mainly)

[ifwerenotcareful]

it’s like blondie says

that jonsa gifset.. everybody moved on but i stayed here

u know none of us ever moved on from any of it ever. we trapped in HELL and we ain't ever getting out its just us and the wasted potential of it all against the world. schicksalsgemeinschaft for life </3 you've always been a jonsa u were always going to be one its like the isabelle adjani tunnel scene in possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski in perpetuity time is a flat circle and ur inside that tunnel and ur never getting out

[esther-dot]

MODERN AUs

tis the damn season 5k by @wildflower-daydreamer

Every year, Sansa comes back to her small hometown of Winterfell for Christmas. And each year, she and Jon fall into their old routine for her short stay. This year would be no different. Okay, maybe a little different. Inspired by the song 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift. corresponding gif

Mistletoe Merriment 4k by @geekprincess26

Theon Greyjoy loves kissing pretty girls, so naturally he loves breaking out the mistletoe and spiked punch every year at the Starks' annual Christmas party. And every year, the girl he kissed the prior year shows up with an awesome new boyfriend - every girl except for Sansa Stark, who ends up with slimy, pathetic gits. Theon will have to go to ridiculous lengths, not to mention risk the legendary wrath of Jon Snow, in order to get Sansa the boyfriend she deserves. But he'll do it, because Theon Greyjoy is a loyal friend - and he'll never let a stupid sprig of mistletoe get the better of him.

When the Grinch Met the Redhead 1k by @yenstarkofrivia

the one where Sansa likes to sing Christmas songs at 3am and Jon is a miserable Grinch

merry and bright 27k by @cellsshapedlikestars

ex-child star Sansa Stark is in desperate need of money and takes a role in a Hallmark Christmas movie, filming in the mountain resort town of Wintertown, Vermont. There, Fire Chief Jon Snow is on set to oversee safety regulations. Sansa hates Christmas and she hates small towns, but a casual fling with a rugged local fireman might be just what she needs.

four 5k by @cellsshapedlikestars (I've reread this fic many times)

She had never put Jon and Christmas together, but now she thinks she'll never be able to separate them. or, four Christmases, three midnight excursions, two angry siblings, and one boy at the center of it all

Be My +1 47k by @vivilove-jonsa

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.

The Best Christmas Present (Is You) 3k @foreverreadingbeautifulbooks

Every year the Starks and honorary Starks spent the week of Christmas in the most northern of the lodges they owned. No guests were allowed to visit the lodge during that week and it was the one time a year where no one in their family was allowed to work. Everyone hung out, played in the snow, skied, baked, ate lots of food, and simply enjoyed being together. It was refreshing to spend so much time with her family since she felt like she’d barely seen them this last year. But, if Sansa was honest, after five days of hanging out with them nonstop, she’d been looking forward to spending a little bit of time by herself. Every year on Christmas Eve, while her mom and dad picked out the tree, Bran would play chess with their neighbor’s son, Lyanna - who was notorious for buying gifts at the last minute - went shopping, Arya and the rest of the boys would challenge each other to skiing contests, and Sansa would take that opportunity to have her own private holiday celebration indoors. She would warm up some hot chocolate, turn up her Christmas playlist, and snuggle down in some blankets to wrap all of her Christmas presents. But not this year. This year she was stuck with Jon Snow and his broken ankle.

the perfect gift for christmas for me would be 5k

“Be my boyfriend,” Sansa says. Jon's eyebrows raise, and she amends, “My fake boyfriend." or, Sansa, Jon, and fake dating for the winter holidays.

Christmas Carriage Ride 1.5k

Jon Snow has grown tired of his holiday job driving a horse-drawn carriage around the streets of Chicago. Then Sansa shows up, and Jon sees the city through new eyes

#LockedinLovers 8k by @amymel86

the one where Sansa and Jon are locked in a big ol' department store over Christmas because of a convenient snow storm

The Nightmare Before Christmas 3k by @ladysalvatore3

Sansa Stark was far from being perfect; she occasionally forgot to put the lid back on the toothpaste, she was constantly arriving late to places, she didn’t know how to change a tire or had any idea of what path her life was going to take, but there were three things that Sansa was absolutely sure about. She loved to write. Christmas was the best holiday ever. She hated Jon Snow.

'Tis the Damn Season 4k by @justhereforfandomandfriends

Four times Jon doesn’t ask Sansa to stay, and the one time he does. Sansa Stark was sneaking out of her childhood bedroom to sleep in Jon Snow's bed. If you'd told teenage Sansa, she'd have laughed in scorn (but she’d have flushed too). Twenty-nine year old Sansa was almost used to it. By now, it was practically a tradition, and there was nothing Sansa loved more than holiday traditions. corresponding moodboard

when the snow falls and the white wind blows 10k

Sansa Stark and Jon Snow had never been particularly close, but since her brother died and the two moved to the same city they have been spending more time together. Sansa tells herself Jon sees her as the little girl who lived in the house beside his. Jon tells himself Sansa sees him as nothing more than her brother's best friend. But when the two are snowed in on the way back home for Christmas, their thoughts change.

Shamelessly Un-christmas 3k by @jade-masquerade

After Jon denied her a kiss under the mistletoe last Christmas, Sansa tries to make amends.

A Tale of Two Christmases 2k by @jade-masquerade

A Christmas gift mix-up involving a special sweater brings Sansa and Jon together. corresponding fanart by @grrmartin

all i want for christmas is you...to tell everyone we're together 2k by @ben-barnes-is-my-husband

It's Christmas and all Jon wants is for he and Sansa to be public with their relationship.

Who's coming to you tonight? 1k by @kissed-by-circe

“So you want me, me and no one else, to dress up as Nikolaus and bring wee-“ his mind scrambles as he tries to remember the boy’s name, because Arya only uses pet names for him, and he doubts that her sister named her child Woolfling, Dr Snuggles, or Baby-Bear, “wee… Ar- Artos some candy, and tell him that he’s been naughty?” Arya forces Jon to play Nikolaus for her lil nephew, and somehow forgets to mention that singlemom!Sansa is really really hot

Lights 7k by @charmtion

Two years ago, Arya turned up on Jon and Sansa’s doorstep and left after a single, soul-aching conversation. Now they are gathered back together for a Stark family Christmas, where old wounds and new secrets threaten to collide.

Door to Door Delivery 2k by @hilarychuff

A drabble inspired by my While You Were Sleeping (1995). Jon walks Sansa home during a Chicago winter.

The Spirit of Christmas Gifset by @aureliacamargo

All I Want for Christmas Jonsa vid by @aerishe

FOLGERSCEST INSPIRED

(yes, that commercial prompted Jonsa content which makes me laugh so it gets a special shout-out!)

Perks of the Queen 5k by @intothecest

After years in his exile in the Night's Watch, Jon Snow finally answers a summons to Winterfell from his sister, Queen in the North, just in time for a festival. Gifts are exchanged, long-simmering feelings percolate up, and, oh yes, coffee has come to Westeros.

The Best Part of Waking Up 5k @jillypups

After a long stint up in Alaska doing manly things, Jon Snow comes back to the Stark family home where he spent nearly all of his childhood, where he called the Stark kids brother and sister. But things change after a few years go by.

Gifset by @cindy-clawford

OTHER

Light in the Darkest Days of the Year Little Women AU/historical AU 9k by @sibyldisobedience

Winterfell was a handsome old house of modest proportions, that had once seen better days. Its green shutters and gables had faded to a dull grey. Its stone walls could use a new coat of whitewash. And its family, the Starks, had once been counted amongst the most distinguished in Wintertown — a small, sleepy hamlet, just north of the bustling port city of White Harbour, where it was as likely to snow in the summer as not. But despite this dreary description, Winterfell was the happiest little home in the neighbourhood.  Even on the darkest, coldest days of winter, the little grey house radiated warmth and light from its frosted-over windows, like a beacon. 

Fairy Lights and Mistletoe 3k Hogwarts AU, by @maybetwice

Sansa has every intention of going to the Yule Ball with Jon, even though he isn't sure why.

Shine Your Light on Me 2k canon verse @thatgirlnevershutsup

Let's celebrate a Northern holiday with Sansa and Jon! Think about a Hallmark Christmas movie set in Westeros, and you're on the right track.

A Stark Solstice 1.5k canon verse @ritzintherabbithole

It’s only fitting, she thought, that fresh snow should blanket the land around Winterfell today of all days. It is pristine, virgin white snow, seemingly pure, but Sansa know knows the kind of monsters that hide in the cold and her time spent in King’s Landing cured her of any instinct to trust appearances.

A midwinter night's dream 2k canon verse

After the Long Night, Sansa fears winter more than ever. How will her new born daughter survive a winter that might last for years? But magic is gone from Westeros, and soon it becomes clear that every season only lasts for a few moons. Though winters are still brutal, there is always an end in sight. And every year on the darkest day of them all, the Starks in Winterfell have a feast.

Festive Jonsa Edit

Christmas Is Here Gifset and Merry Christmas Gifset by @tiny-little-bird

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - SEASON SIX - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE - SALTY TEENS - POST CANON - RICKON LIVES - JON X ALAYNE

[wildflower-daydreamer]

Snow on the Beach - a Jonsa story

I’m back from a long writing break and trying to jump back in with a little short story! I may be a little rusty but hopefully I work out those kinks soon. Enjoy my little story inspired by Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach and by the crazy weather we’ve been having here this weekend.

Snow on the Beach excerpt:

“It’s so beautiful! Super weird. But so beautiful,” Sansa mused. 

They made their way toward the water, stopping when they reached the end of the hail-covered sand with the waves licking at the edge. Another group of surfers were nearby, their boards discarded as a few were trying to make snowballs to throw at each other while another was attempting a snow angel. Elsewhere, a little girl and her dad were building a very tiny snowman. 

Jon watched Sansa take it all in like it was pure magic to her. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms, warm her and hold her as they basked in their surroundings. A bolt of electricity ran through him when her hand accidentally brushed against the back of his. He glanced her way out of the corner of his eye but she obviously didn’t seem to notice the touch. Instead, Sansa backed away. 

(Read the whole fic on AO3…)

[st-clements-steps]

A song for each letter of my url.

Thanks @salty-wench @siriuslythatbitch for the tag.

How I did this? Put the letter in the my library and searched songs for one I associated with a ship. The ship thing is all me, I couldn’t work out how to choose basically.

Spanish Bombs - the Clash (Lilypad)

The Eagle and the Dove - Jessie Buckley and Bernard Butler (Sansa x Patrek Mallister)

Charlemagne - Blossoms (Regulus x Evan)

Last Nite - the Strokes (Evan(s))

Exile - Taylor Swift and Bon Iver (Jonsa)

My Lady of Mercy - The Last Dinner Party (Lilytrix)

Everlong - Foo Fighters (Rosekiller)

Notes from the Undergrowth - Gabi Garbutt (Greysnow)

There is a Kingdom - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (Throbb)

So Real - Jeff Buckley (Wolfstar)

So Far Away - Carole King (Jonerys)

The Circus is Leaving Town - Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan (Rhaelicent)

Endlessly - Muse (Bartylus)

Prioritise Pleasure - Self Esteem (Daensa)

Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac (Theonsa)

A ship count Sansa has four, Theon, Lily and Evan fucking Rosier have three, Bellatrix is reminding me that Evan is just a name who scars noses and nothing more. There is not enough f/f on here. I do not know why.

This turned out harder than expected cos of all those ssss. And the es were tricky.

Tagging @siriusly-sapphic @thistlecatfics @thistle-and-thorn @selkiewife @towyns and obviously anyone who feels like it

There is no Hefner on here and I wish there was

[sailorshadzter]

heavily inspired by 'tis the damn season.

as usual, thanks @taylorswift

She’s come back again, just like she always swears she won’t do. 

It’s not a place she longs to come back to, not after all that had happened, not after all she’s endured. Yet, it feels strangely comforting as she drives down the old, familiar streets of the North, her windows cracked just a hair, allowing in the cold morning air. 

If nothing else, she has not yet forgotten the taste of the Northern cold.

The radio blares a tune she doesn’t hear, blue eyes are scanning the homes as if they’ve changed even in the slightest. As if she might not recognize the place she grew up, as if she might not know the home she had once loved beyond all else. As she pulls into her family’s drive, she glances two houses down, to where once upon a time a boy she had loved lived. But now that house was occupied by ‘the nicest of folks” as her mother had said more than once over the last few years. A sigh escapes, rosy lips pursed as she shifts the car into park, the front door already opening.

She draws her eyes away from that other house and smiles, forcing herself to forget. 

[ x x x ]

When she shifts her car into park, she knows that she’s crazy.

She looks to the left, to see the old church, to her right, the old school she once roamed the halls of. These places were still yet familiar to her, despite the long years that have passed, a testament to the importance of these places in her heart. It was here in these places where she fell in love, where she lost it all, where she learned just how cold life could be to a girl. Her gaze shifts over the gray stones of the graveyard and her heart sinks. 

But she gets out of her car anyway, tugging her scarf a little closer, hands in the pockets of her gray wool jacket. She pushes open the old, rusting gate, wondering as she always does why they don’t just replace the thing, why the world in the North seems to never change despite the years that pass. 

Her feet take her the ever familiar path to the grave she only visits when she’s home, the one she tries to pretend doesn’t exist when she’s not. The pain of this loss was just too great and she must constantly pry herself out of the hole grief has dug for her. 

Robb’s grave is well kept, though the once fresh flowers her mother placed upon it have dried up and died. She sucks in a breath, letting it go in a cloud of white as she sinks to her knees, ignoring the mud that stains her jeans as she leans forward, fingertips tracing the outline of her brother’s name in the stone. It’s been three years too long without him, without his easy going smile, without his boisterous laugh, without his calming touch of hand. Before she knows it, tears are streaking her cheeks, cold in the winter breeze. She closes her eyes, allowing herself to sink into the memories of what she’s lost, of what she’s left behind… 

“Sansa…” 

The voice draws her out of her thoughts, though she couldn’t tell you just how long she’s knelt there. Drawing back, she twists around, blue eyes falling into place on the single man that stands just several yards behind her, solemn gray eyes unrelenting in their gaze. “Home for the holidays, are you?” Jon questions, tilting his head, the slightest of smiles curving on his lips. 

Suddenly, it’s three years ago and they’re standing in this very same place. 

She can still yet recall the every moment of their last meeting, of the time she had shattered his already broken heart. I can’t stay here, not anymore, she had whispered, willing him to reach for her, to beg her to stay, to keep her there beside him. Instead, he’d merely smiled, nodding, understanding. You could come with me, she had said next, but he’d only shook his head, knowing this was his place, his home, no matter what his heart wanted. 

“Yeah,” she finally says, drawing herself out of the new wave of memories as she stands up, taking the few steps it takes to stand in front of him. They’ve not been this close in three years, yet his presence is as familiar to her now as it was then. “I’m here for a few weeks,” normally she’d come and go as quickly as the holidays did, but this time… Something had compelled her to take more time here with her family. 

“That’s nice…” He shifts from one foot to the other, awkward in her presence, uncertain in what to say next. “The South is treating you alright, then?” He imagines her in the warm, Southern air, sunlight woven into her auburn locks. He imagines her as he always does, happy and laughing, with the wind in her hair and a permanent smile. She freezes, blinking those blue eyes, before she slowly nods, perhaps torn between admitting to him that his thoughts of her could not be further from the truth or lying that she’s never been happier. “Your mum told me you’re still singing,” he goes on next, thinking of all their days before, days of youth when she had dreamed of being a famous singer someday. The rest of the town had always laughed, calling it childhood fantasies, but Jon had always believed she could do it if someone would ever just give her the chance.

Sansa laughs, thinking of her mother bumping into him in town, perhaps at the grocery store- her heart flutters as she wonders if it were he that brought her up, or her mother. “I try,” she admits as her cheeks stain pink, which translates to each weekend she spends in any coffee shop, any bar, that will have her to perform, hoping that one day someone would hear her voice and take her to where she so desperately wished to be. She thinks of Robb then, his cheering her on from the front row of any school performance, of any talent show, of any car ride. Sorrow tugs at her heart and she sighs, looking up over his shoulder at the old church that sits in this distance, abandoned in the years since she’s left home. “How’s Ghost?” She asks, turning back to face him, watching as the first true smile appears on his face. 

“He’s in my truck,” he says and she feels her heart skip a beat, thinking of all the time she spent in that truck, too. “Come on, I bet he’d love to see you,” he says next and against her better judgment, she follows him out of the cemetery and into the parking lot, where sure enough his old pickup truck is parked next to her car. Through the windshield she can see the great big white dog pacing back and forth, excited she thinks because he sees Jon returning to the truck. But to her surprise, when he opens the driver’s door, the dog leaps from inside and rushes to her, paws to her shoulders in his earnest attempt to lick her face.

Laughter tumbles from her lips as she gently pushes the dog down, dropping to her hunches so she can wrap the dog into her embrace. “Good boy, Ghost,” she chuckles as she holds tightly to him, recalling the many nights she slept tucked against the dog in Jon’s bed. 

She misses this dog as much as she misses his owner. 

Jon swallows, watching as she interacts with his dog as if no time has passed, as if nothing has ever changed. How many times has he wished for this moment in the last three years, he wonders, too many to count that was for certain. “I told you,” he laughs as she finally pulls herself away from Ghost, though the dog continues to sniff at her legs, her hands, until she gives in and returns her palm to stroke the spot between his ears; his favorite place to be petted. She still remembers, he thinks, though she would say how could she forget? “How long will you be in town?” He asks next and she looks up, blue eyes meeting gray; he needs to know beyond her comment of a few weeks.

“Until after the winter solstice,” she replies, having decided to stay for the local festival. 

“Can I… See you again?” He asks softly, daring to be courageous.

A smile curves on her lips and she nods, unable to help herself. 

[ x x x ]

The lingering touch of his hands in the darkness, the aching breath that catches in her throat. 

“Jon, I…” she hisses, but he isn’t listening, not even close as he draws his lips across hers, silencing her before she can continue. His kiss fills her up, threatens to overflow, and she can do little but sink into it, into him. She threads her hands into his hair, unkempt from the hours they’ve spent between the sheets of his bed, tangled limbs and stolen kisses. 

When he pulls away, their eyes meet, a single beat of silence, a single moment of true understanding. “Babe…” He murmurs, but she kisses him, silencing him as he’d only just silenced him. He’s drawing her in, closer than before, rolling them so he can lean over her, one hand tracing the curve of her cheek while the other presses itself between her  thighs. They move in time with each other, as if it’s not been years since she slept in this bed, wrapped in his arms. They move in time as if they’ve never been apart, as if they know each other better than they could ever know anyone else. She knows what he wants to say, she knows what she wants to hear, but they both know it could never be. In the morning, she’d return home and they would forget this night had ever happened. It was their only option. It was the only way. 

This was all it could ever be. 

[ x x x ]

The darkness overhead is broken by the colorful display of fireworks.

“Beautiful,” she breathes, a sense of wonder brightening her eyes, a look on her face he’s not certain he’s seen ever before. Away from home all this time, she’s forgotten how beautiful of a show the North could put on for this event. 

There in the night, with their heads tilted back to watch the show, Jon slips his arm around her shoulders. Time suspends and she glances his way, only to find he’s already looking right at her. Something cold twists in her heart, but she leans in all the same. 

It was beautiful, wasn’t it?

[ x x x ]

They drive home in silence, but halfway through the drive his hand reaches for hers, taking hold without a second thought. 

Almost as if it was a familiar sort of gesture, one he’s never forgotten, one he still yet dreams of. 

She lays her head against the cold glass, watching the familiar landscape rush by her, fingers entwined with his. To her surprise, it’s not back to his home that he takes her, but rather he pulls into the parking lot between the old church and school, the one they’d stood in only a few short weeks ago. That’s right, I’m leaving tomorrow, she realizes with a start, turning to face him as he puts the truck into park, his face somber as always. “Jon, I…” She begins but he turns to her then, shaking his head. 

There was nothing to say, after all. 

She gives his hand a tight squeeze and for a long moment, they listen to the whistle of the wind outside, the promise of a winter storm woven into every whisper. It’s only when his hand touches her cheek that she realizes she’s begun to cry. “There’s always next year,” he laughs and she blinks, a chuckle escaping as she wipes her eyes. For the briefest of moments, she wonders if he might ask her to stay. For the briefest of moments, she wonders what her answer might be. But, just as she’d never ask him to wait, she knows he’ll never ask her to stay. 

“Next year,” she agrees, leaning in to brush her lips against his.

He captures her mouth in a kiss that says it all- a kiss that long after they’ve parted ways, her lips still tingle with it. 

[ x x x ]

When she pulls out of her family’s driveway that next morning, she waves goodbye to her parents, to her little siblings, and wonders why it hurts so much this time. 

She drives down their street and at the stop sign, she wonders if she ought to turn back, if leaving home this time was a mistake. But she turns her car onto the main road, forcing herself to not look back, to never look back. There was nothing left for her here in the North. 

Jon’s face flashes before her eyes but she drives on, willing herself to forget the feel of his hands in her hair, to forget the way his gray eyes would look into hers, to forget the warmth of his embrace. It wasn’t hers to hold onto, none of it was, none of it ever would be. And so, she drives past the old school, the old church, and she doesn’t look back.

She doesn’t see the old truck parked in the lot, watching her drive by. 

Watching her leave.

[jenster21]

This Taylor Swift/Matty Healy romance rumor situation is giving me such strong Jonsa vibes (esp bc The 1975 gives me Jonsa vibes and Matty is a face cast for Jon for me) and I'm literally begging someone to write a fic about it PLEASE

[joanna-lannister]

7, 10, 13, 16, 20, 21 😃

THANK YOU SO MUCH BESTIE 😁❤️

7. What's the story or fic that you're most excited to work on or share next year?

Oh, I'm excited to share the story where Tywin and Joanna are the King and Queen of the Westerlands, and Jaime and Cersei are their heirs. It's only a one-shot for now, where Cersei gives birth to their child and Joanna is with them in the birthing room, but if people like the idea I might write more of it. Also the King Jaime AU, but I need to move my ass and ACTUALLY write it.

10. What character did you fall in love with this year?

Joanna! It was hard to write her because I built her from almost scratch, but damn, I enjoyed to write her having this duality to do what's best for their family yet, knowing it's not what best for her children.

13. What story haunts you when you try to sleep at night?

Not a story I wrote this year, but "grieving for the living". Killing Jaime will forever haunt me 😭

16. What ship stole your heart this year?

Well, Jaime and Cersei as always since I only wrote for them. But as I said in a the previous ask, I also want to write for Jonsa.

20. If you listen to music while you write, what songs or artists did you find yourself listening to on repeat?

Obviously Taylor Swift 😭 She inspires me the most. But this year, I also listened a lot to Halsey. Here some songs that inspired me for the Teen Pregnancy AU:

21. Not a question, but a challenge! Say something nice about your writing!

Oh gosh, that's so hard with me who hates my writing... Okay, while I think my description could be better, I think psychology wise, my characters are well fleshed out. You know where they are coming from, and that's one of the most important points I want to convey so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Yes, I'm good at writing the psychology of the characters.

[maidragoste]

hi, new video jonsa and this time with a song by Taylor Swift 🥰🥰

the video has an error in two scenes but I couldn't fix it 😭🤡

Despite that detail I hope you like it 😊💕

[rydingska]

someone must have written a jonsa fanfic to exile by taylor swift and bon iver before right like it's too obvious

[catofoldstones]

(finally have the motivation)

thanks for tagging me @eruherdiriel 🩵🩵🩵 and thanks for keeping patience 😭

Top 3 ships: jonsa, jonsa and jonsa

First ship: most likely naruto x sakura (narusaku)

Last song: you’re on your own, kid by Taylor Swift

Last movie: the half of it (it was a rewatch x)

Currently reading: a dance with dragons (at snail pace 🙃)

Currently craving: snow & cold, cold winters (idk why because autumn is here and if it’s showing anything it’s that this winter is going to be harsh) AND the release of The Winds of Winter (GRRM pleeassse! Listen to me! We’re making arya mercy killing theories now, save us!)

This was fun xx

Tagged by @esther-dot. Thanks!

Top 3 Ships: Jonsa, Bellarke, Mulder and Scully

First Ship: Probably Mulder and Scully

Last Song: Wasting Time by Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats

Last Movie: Umm. Everything Everywhere All At Once? Which was months ago. I am bad at movies.

Currently Reading: Above Ground by Clint Smith, rereading A Clash of Kings, and technically still reading the appendices of BAT 2.0 by Grisha Stewart

Currently Craving: A vacation 🙃.

Tagging @longingsofjune @transdimensional-void @tinylittlepistols if you want!