#they're both jon's besties but there's a very different dynamic to the two relationships
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Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)
âDoes he even know that they have to avoid the press?â
âFor the last time-â Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, âDickon knows what they can and canât do- heâs got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposĂ© on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.â
âI just-â Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. âYou didnât see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.â
He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.
âWhatâs this all about?â he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. âYou going somewhere?â
Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.
âI-â she gestured, imperiously, âHave not had time by myself to shower all week-â
âSorry, love.â Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. âI can take a break from these-â
âNot your fault, Sam.â she waved him off. âYou warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.â a grin played at the corners of her mouth. âBesides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansaâs on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.â
âHey!â Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
âYou know youâre my favorite Tarly.â she wrinkled her nose. âHow long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.â
âGuess Iâm next in line for showers.â Sam said, mournfully. âUnless-â
âNope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jonâs bent out of shape?â
Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.
âDonât tell me youâre worried about Sansa with my brother.â Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. âI mean, this is Dickon weâre talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see âLove, Simonâ?â He shook his head. âLook, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickonâs kind of the best case scenario. Sheâll have a nice time, and heâll be a perfect gentleman.â
Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.
âYouâre hopeless, sweetie.â she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. âHeâs not worried that things will go wrong- heâs worried theyâll go a little too well.â
âYouâve been spending way too much time around my sister.â Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Samâs grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jonâs eyewear. âYou even sounded like her just then.â
Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.âYouâre jealous?â He asked, incredulously. âOf Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?â
âGot there in the end.â Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.
âYou like her.â Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.
âWhat are we- in middle school?â Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. âI donât- I mean-â
Sam was just shaking his head.âOf course you do.â he laughed. âShould have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.â
âShut up.â Jon muttered, flushing. âItâs not like that.â
âThen why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-â Sam glanced nervously at the baby, â-godâs sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was âone of the best guys you knowâ and âpractically a golden retrieverâ.â
Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.
âI donât know.â He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. âLook- Iâm attracted to her, alright? Itâs a fu- er, a giant disaster that Iâm gonna ignore for the rest of my life.â
âSeriously?â
âStop trying to do that with your eyebrows.â Jon complained. âItâs giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. Iâm not even going to consider that- itâs just a stupid crush. Besides,â he sighed, rubbing little Samâs back comfortingly, âRobbâs already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- canât imagine telling him I think his sisterâs attractive while heâs being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.â
âThat whole bro code thing of never dating your friendâs sisters never really made sense to me.â Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. âI mean, Iâd be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know youâd be good to her.â
âYeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.â Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadnât said anything else about Robb.
âEh, wouldnât count you out completely.â Sam shrugged, smirking. âWith that hair, youâre pretty enough to be a girl- maybe thatâd be enough for her.â
âYou are so lucky iâm holding the baby.â Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jonâs back.
âWell, thatâs three of us whoâre gonna need showers now.â Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadnât been him. âWow- his aim is getting better.â
âIâm going to remind him of this when heâs a sulky teenager.â Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. âLook- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks sheâs such a good clandestine agent that she doesnât always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.â
âAlright-â Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. âI make no promises for Gill, though.â
âGilly could give some of my Uncleâs colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.â Jon snorted.
âProbably true.â
âWhere did your brother take Sansa?â Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.
âHe said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.â Sam shrugged. âThey probably drove out there to see the gardens- heâs said itâs a good road to take his bike out on.â
Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.
âHe took her on his motorcycle?â
Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.
Sam, who couldnât seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jonâs entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.
âI really canât leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?â she sighed. âDo I even want to know?â
#my writing#my wips#writing wips#just APWH things#jonsa#fanfiction wip#God bless Gilly like for real#YES Sansa is on a date with someone else here#muscleman golden retriever McAttractiveness#Aka dickon tarly#unsurprisingly jon is not having a great time about it!#in fairness to sansa the plotline directly preceding this and kicking off her doing some traveling was pretty rough on her#so our poor girl really deserves a giant muscley golden retriever with a motorcycle#and to just have a good time with someone who isn't wrapped up in all the stark drama/disaster/mess etc.#jon can deal with it rn bc it's really a 'you snooze you lose' kind of situation#sam's usually quicker on the draw but he's very sleep deprived here#and working on some stuff for a pathology conference#not at all going to be relevant nope no sir#writing sam and jon interacting vs jon and robb is so fascinating#they're both jon's besties but there's a very different dynamic to the two relationships#in fairness Robb has like SO much complex childhood trauma and is kind of seriously going through it right now#but his scenes with jon always have this sort of darker edge to them#like an 'i've known you my entire life and know everything about you for better or worse' type deal- deeper but darker#it's more akin to a sibling relationship? but also not? they are both going thru it#my headcanon is that anytime jon starts getting too gloomy and angsty gilly just straight up shoves the baby at him#and then waits like twenty minutes#Gilly: 'it's free babysitting!'#generally it works pretty well#jon's like '404 error does not compute' as soon as sam says the word 'motorcycle'#also when sam says 'the secretary' he means randyll tarly was the secretary of defense
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