I mean, I would say no...

But there was a cave scene (aka the Jon Snow Special™), and then they went on an all dude road trip through the frozen arctic tundra (and you KNOW they had to cuddle ~for warmth~ at night), and THEN Gendry passionately declared that he wouldn’t leave Jon behind (a la the Titantic’s “I’LL NEVER LET GO!”). 

Sooo I’m gonna go with OTP: Bro’s Who Bang

It was taking some time for Lady to get used to the fact that there was an addition to the family now.

Before Ned, she had been the center of Sansa’s world; she would come home from classes and then work and sit by her side for hours, stroking her soft gray hair, letting herself be lulled by the feeling of the Northern Inuit’s warm body against her own.

Jon didn’t understand how, on top of having to take care of a baby now, they also had to be aware of Lady’s feelings.

“She’s a dog, San,” he’d sighed at her one day as he rocked Ned in his arms while Sansa ran her fingers down her pet’s back. “She doesn’t feel jealousy.”

Sansa glared up at him. “You didn’t see the look she gave me when I got home yesterday and ignored her licking at my hands in favour of going to the nursery.” Her ears had gone down and she’d stood by the doorway to the nursery in the dog version of pouting.  “She’s feeling left out and she needs love.”

“I’m feeling left out and need love,” Jon murmured, bouncing on his heels as Ned cried and cried.

She had to laugh at that, shaking her head at her husband. "Pettiness doesn’t suit you, love,” she pointed out, leaning down to kiss the top of Lady’s head. Her dog was resting her head on her lap as she sat on the carpet, her back to the couch.

“Lady,” Jon called, and the dog’s ears perked up even though she didn’t move from her comfortable spot. “Switch places with me.”

Sansa smiled, not stopping her caresses, scratching gently behind her ears. “You want me to scratch your tummy too?” she teased him.

Jon tutted under his breath, trying to quiet the wailing child. He’d been fed already and everything was under the ordinary; Ned always cried when he was tired, instead of actually going to sleep. It was exhausting. Sansa wished her mother was here to help her, to give her some guidance; most of the time she felt lost. She had never learned how to be a mother. She wasn’t like Arya in that she jumped into things and learned as she went; everything she knew, everything she was good at, had been the result of years of study and practice and deliberation.

Motherhood felt like her world had been turned upside down.

But then she’d look up and see sights like these: Jon’s whiskers tickling their baby’s head as he whispered to him, rocking him softly in the middle of their bedroom.

She never knew what he whispered to him, only that she could hear the low rumble of his voice, quiet and too muffled for her to understand. Ned listened, though, she knew. He listened to his father’s voice and opened his little eyes and watched him like he could watch him for hours.

Sansa knew the feeling.

It didn’t take long after that, Jon’s soft words and the constant swaying, and Ned fell deeply into sleep, his head propped up on his father’s shoulder.

Lady gave a bit of a whine when Sansa gently pushed her head off her lap to stand, coming up to her boys and gently, as softly as she could, took Ned from her husband, cradling him in her arms before lowering him down onto his crib, laying his wolf plushie next to him.

“Do I get some love now?” Jon whispered into her ear, his arms coming up behind her to wrap around her waist, and Sansa leaned back into him, smiling as she looked down at their son, placing her hands above Jon’s.

“You always have my love,” she responded, tearing her gaze away to turn in his arms, hold his face in her hands and kiss him.

Sooo, I kind of want to change my url and do something nice so thought I might do some blogrates + compliments. 

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All questions are related to Jonsa fics

1. Which of your fics are you proud of most? Honestly, I’m extremely proud of Flowers of the Dead.

2. Which of your fics do you think could be expanded on if you had the time? Anything for His Sisters, I think I could have made it into a multichaptered fic.

3. What fics are you reading at the moment? Not anything Jonsa related really, except for “mess is mine” by theonbaejoys (I’m waiting for the update!!!). I’ve just started Poldark, so if anyone knows of Jonsa Poldark AUs, hit me up

4. Do you have fics that you go back to reread? “Duty and Love” by justadram. I’ve read it like, a million times. It never gets old. 

5. How many fic ideas have you got ‘on the back burner’? Can you share any? 5 on the back burner, not including what I am updating currently. One is a pre-got fic about Nymeria of the Rhyonar that only I and cerseilanniser are excited about. (Any pre-got fans out there?)

6. What will you NEVER include in a fic? Rape.

7. Is there a phrase that you find yourself repeating in ur fics? I can’t think of any, but I’m sure there are some. (Too many, probably.)

Tagging @theonbaejoys, @cerseilanniser, @justadram, @manbunjon, @bibranstark and @butyouwillfly