So in my head, I'm sure that Jon and Sansa would totally argue over who Brienne should choose between Tormund and Jaime lmao.
Seriously this is trash, plus English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes...Hope you enjoy it anyway!
"Hey Sansa." he greeted her with a small smile as she made her way to the sofa next to him, smiling back at him. "I thought you were supposed to have a date tonight?" Jon asked, placing the book he was reading on his lap. She sighed then grunted a little and brought her feet to the sofa.
"I did, but when I saw the man I just had to run, you should have seen him, Jon!" Jon cocked his eyebrow while watching her. "I mean, look." she brought her phone near Jon's face which made him squint his eyes a little. "There was just a big difference from his profile picture to what he actually looks like." She showed him two pictures, and Jon had to laugh a little at the second one, they obviously didn't look alike. In the first the guy was a tall blond guy with short hair and blue piercing eyes, he also looked like he went to the gym every day, in the second picture it was Sansa who took it, the guy was the opposite of the first guy : he had longer brown hair that reached his shoulders, he was short and very thin. He could also see a toothy smile and some flowers he had in his hands.
"Eh, at least he brought you flowers. You should have given him a chance." Jon teased.
"I don't go out with people who lies about their identity." she sighed loudly, turning on the sofa so that her back is against the sofa arm, her feet nearing Jon's thigh. "he was not even ugly, it's the fact he used somebody else's picture, okay."
"You really do have a type." Jon looked down at his book, playing with the bookmark as he started to think about the type of guy, blond, tall, with pretty eyes... she did date for a moment then dismissed the thoughts.
"I guess." She replied eyeing Jon's movement. Sansa looked around the room. "Where's Robb anyway? I was said you guys bought some delicious ice-cream from WinterTown the other day…"
Jon could not help a smile then. "Oh I see, seeking some comfort from your brother's fridge."
"In my defence, I was supposed to have ice-cream on my date tonight."
He chuckled a bit and nodded at the kitchen to their right. "Go help yourself." She did not wait another second and jumped off the sofa. Jon watched her go, his eyes travelling her figure as she walked through the door. He sighed and opened his book to resume his reading. He did not raise his eyes when she came back and spoke to him.
"I brought another spoon for you just in case." Jon thanked her lowly, trying to stay focused on the words he was supposedly reading. Sansa put the said spoon on the coffee table. He did not look up to see her start digging up in the lemony ice cream (that he knew she would pick because, yes he was the one who bought it.) As soon as she sat next to him her feet tried to have their way under his thigh. He frowned a little and glanced at her.
"My feet are cold." she smiled before taking a mouthful of ice-cream, his eyes followed the act of her lips closing on the spoon then her tongue licking off the rest of it. Jon swallowed hard, and prayed the god he was not being obvious about it when he turned his face down once again, giving up some space under his leg so she could adjust her feet. They stayed like this for a while. He was painfully aware of every noise she made when eating her ice-cream that he started to wonder if she did that on purpose.
Jon was still trying to focus on his book, he eventually realised that he had been reading the same page for the last thirty minutes when he heard Sansa shout "Oh my god!" Jon saw herc utting the ice-cream cup on the coffee table. "I can't believe it's happening, finally!"
"What?" he asked without thinking. Sansa had been loud about it, surely he could ask about it.
"Well, Brienne has a date with Jaime Lannister!" she giggled and started to type something on her screen; her toes were moving rapidly under him. The redhead had started to wriggle excitedly next to him when he spoke almost dumbfounded.
"Wait, isn't she with Tormund?"
"They're not dating." she replied quickly, sending the message then glancing up at Jon. "Aren't they? He told me they were seeing each other last time I talked to him."
"Well, yeah, the term here is exactly what it is, they're seeing each other."
"It's not my business but Tormund definitely thinks they're dating"
"Yeah, because he's Tormund," Sansa smiled at that, eyeing her screen to see if she had received another text. "he definitely thinks they're dating. But they're not, trust me."
"Come on, Tormund is in love with her. I don't think Jaime would do half of what Tormund would for her."
"I beg to differ Jon. Jaime is very much in love with Brienne."
"Is he? Last I heard he was pretty much courting every women he encounters." Sansa huffed and shook her head.
"At least he is not a creep about it. Have you seen the way he looks at Brienne? Come on, Jon. You know better than that." She was looking at his eyes closely, her frown still in place on her face. Jon was trying not to smile; somehow he started to notice how she had leaned over him making them closer than they were a minute ago. He didn't know if it was because of the proximity of their position, (of course he knows, he can even smell the lemony flavour from the ice-cream from here) but his heart had started to beat faster; he cleared his throat trying not to think about it, turning his head facing the TV.
"Tormund is just awkward, it's true. But Jaime is just another pretty boy"
"He's not another pretty boy though. He has done things for her... it was pretty much saying "I love you" straight to her face"
"I bet she won't choose him." it was ridiculous of him to assume, to be honest he doesn't know why he was trying to insist, it was not his business and if he were with any other person he would have dismissed any form of gossip, or talking about other people's relationship but he was here with Sansa who seemed engaged into it as if it was her they were talking about. He knew of her close friendship with Brienne, of course she would like her to be happy. That may be the reason why he did not really fathom why she would want Brienne to date Jaime Lannister. He rolled his eyes only thinking about the whole family, bunch of cunts… He thought of Tyrion then, maybe not all of them… However,Tormund was his friend, of course he would defend him first. Jon was somehow deep in his thoughts about how Brienne could be in love with some pretty boy like Jaime. He shook his head;
"Excuse me ?" that had to draw his attention back to Sansa. "Do you want to bet? Because she will definitely choose Jaime." Sansa removed her feets from under his thigh instead she leaned even closer to Jon. She was still frowning, her mouth in a slight pout that she always does whenever someone doesn't share the same opinion. Somewhere in her eyes Jon could see the "I dare you" glint. It always amused him how stubborn Sansa was, she always wanted to be right about everything.
It was only natural he would not agree with her on this one.
"I bet she will definitely choose Tormund." her frowns disappeared from her face, and a wide smile replaced her pout and for a second Jon thought she was going to kiss him when her face came near him, almost touching him. She whispered in his ear.
"Oh it's on, babe."