#jonsam

[dragonseedbastard]

Its funny people use ghost hanging out near Mel and Val as proof jon is attracted to them bc GHOST LICKS THE TEARS OFF OF SAMS FACE UNTIL HIS CRYING BECOMES GIGGLES.

[dragonseedbastard]

I think modern au even more mindfucked Jon should creep on Sam. Jon has no friends at school because jon got expelled for fighting from the prep school he used to go to with robb. But Sam has no friends either, no one to tell.

it starts innocently. Watching him draw cats or anime characters after finishing class work since they both sit in the back. But Jon notices where his locker is, and takes the long route to pass it- peels off a my melody sticker from Sam's locker and hides it in his locket that has a picture of r&l.

Looks him up by name. Rides his bike past a house that puts his uncle's to shame.

Changes his study hall to share it with Sam, and have the same lunch hour. Even if they both sit outside to eat, rather than be surrounded by chatter.

He chooses a seat where he can watch Sam playing games on one of the desktops. Jon could try to be his friend, but when has that ever worked for him in the past? Jon makes an account, grinds for a bit everyday until he can turn on the mode to automatically play with people in your area rather than bots or randoms across an ocean.

while Sam is like. Idk how to feel about this and maybe its worse that's its a hot guy doing this. At least I have my cool, empathetic friend Jwolf to vent to about it on the mmo I play during in the library during study hall

[ghostinwinterfell]

yeah jonsatin is a good ship but it’s not jonsam. it’s not “he could think here, and he found himself thinking of samwell tarly.” it’s not “the world was full of cravens who pretended to be heroes; it took a queer sort of courage to admit to cowardice as samwell tarly had.” it’s not “silent as shadow, the pale direwolf moved closer and began to lick the warm tears off samwell tarly’s face. the fat boy cried out, startled . . . and somehow, in a heartbeat, his sobs turned to laughter. jon snow laughed with him.” it’s not “from that day forth, neither rast nor any of the others would hurt samwell tarly.” it’s not “he wondered where poor sam was now. and what he was.” it’s not “if it weren't for jon, none of them would have liked me. and now jon was gone, lost in the skirling pass with qhorin halfhand, most likely dead. sam would have cried for him, but those tears would only freeze as well . . . ” it’s not “he could not understand why the gods would want to take jon snow and bannen and leave him, craven and clumsy as he was.” it’s not “his dreams were strange than night. he was back at horn hill, at the castle, but his father was not there. it was sam’s castle now. jon snow was with him.” it’s not “do it, sam. was that jon, now? jon was dead. you can do it, you can, just do it.” it’s not “I wish jon was here. he liked grenn, but he couldn’t talk to him the same way. jon wouldn’t call me slayer, I know.” it’s not “had samwell tarly made it home safely, he wondered, or only the birds?” it’s not “jon had once threatened to have ghost rip his throat out unless he stopped tormenting samwell tarly . . . “ it’s not “jon is smiling. a sad smile, still, but definitely a smile of sorts. sam was glad to see it. it is the first time I’ve seen him smile since I got back.” it’s not “sam, you’re a sweet fool. open your eyes.” it’s not “be quiet. you lied and schemed and plotted to make me lord commander. you will obey me.” it’s not “jon, he’d said, but jon was gone. it was lord snow who faced him now, grey eyes as hard as ice.” it’s not “jon smiled a strange, sad smile. ‘and pull your hood up. the snowflakes are melting in your hair.’” it’s not “instead, he blamed jon snow and wondered when jon’s heart had turned to stone.” it’s not “sam, you sweet fat fool, you played me a cruel jape when you made me lord commander.” it’s not them.

[atopvisenyashill]

what’s interesting about jonsam is they both grow up with immense privilege but within that privilege they are the outcasts.

jon has that great line in the arya chapter about how girls get the arms but not the swords, bastards get the swords but not the arms. right after, jon gets left behind with the babies & the girls. bastard boys, very much unlike other true born boys, have to marry into wealth & a family name - they are not guaranteed the continued privilege, if they are given it at all (many, most i would argue, wind up like gendry & mya). jon is the picture perfect northern young man - he has the northern look, he’s good with a sword, he knows his letters, he’s serious but snarky, he’s good with other people when he’s not being a dickhead. but he cannot be a true northern lord because he is a bastard. jon does what a lot of others Not Allowed do - if i just be the best, it will be basically the same, i’ll prove myself worthy. i’m not the first person to talk about the forcefem daughterson nature of male noble bastards so let’s move on.

SAM. sam is not a man. not by reacher standards, not by northern ones, not by high born ones, not by lowborn ones. he’s a disgrace to his gender, an affront to masculinity. he is soft and learned and sweet and completely unsuited to the rigid masculinity of westeros, of terros itself. whereas jon wants to fit into the westerosi norm but isn’t allowed, sam very much does not care for it and its why people are so hostile. he’s sort of like the parallel of arya - well im not good at it and i dont like it so im gonna do something else. he’s down on himself and he makes no effort to change this about himself because he knows its beyond him. and he also knows people want him dead for it. i think this is why he doesn't even try to conform - it's not just the fear of Not Being A Real Man (which is what jon is hung up on) but the fear that someone is going to kill him one of these days for not being a real man. his father says it, chett says it, alliser says it - he is so soft he should be killed. he's an abomination like the perfumed boys victarion has killed. but being born into wealth is the reason he can keep surviving because the skills like maths & reading are taught to all noble boys - what made him soft becomes a lifeline at the wall.

And both of them point out to each other that all sorts are needed for the group to thrive. They make each other better, naturally, by just being around each other. Sam calms Jon down when he's mad about not being a ranger and Jon feels shame; Jon is the reason Sam is allowed to make his vows at all. And they both know it, they both feel that kinship of being outside on the inside - it's why they swear their vows together before the heart tree. Sam's father's gods never helped him - but Jon's have because they gave him Jon!

[novella-b]

Love your jonsam post!!🥺 do u have any more headcanons about them?:o any different aus like omegaverse or soulmates aus?

thank you for reaching out!! i’ll take any excuse to talk about my boys 🫶

i haven’t personally engaged with much omegaverse content so i can’t speak on that but i hope this AU tickles your fancy

🐺 Soulmate AU where they can feel each other’s pain. For Jon it’s a much more peaceful experience. Sam doesn’t fling himself into battle or spar with his brothers. He would feel the occasional sharp burn of a slap Sam earned from his father, but such things were limited. It wasn’t until Sam first came to the Night’s Watch when Jon felt much at all

Jon walked across the frozen ground to catch the last bit of Ser Alliser Thorne’s sparring lesson. He was forced into mucking the stables because of Thorne’s personal vendetta against him, so he moved a little more tersely than usual.

A cry rang throughout the air as a jolt of pain knocked Jon to the ground. He caught himself on his hands, peering through his dark curls. Something must have hit him but no one was in sight.

He spotted a boy around his age writhing on the ground as a pack of bullies beat him with their sparring sticks. He remembered it then, the stories Sansa used to sigh dreamily about. Soulmates feeling each other’s pain. How romantic. Robb always thought it was barbaric. Jon didn’t think much of it at all.

Until now.

He mustered up his strength and stumbled across the yard. “Stop!” he cried, his voice choked. The bullies paid him no mind, and just as he was about to yell again, Thorne’s gravelly call echoed throughout the yard.

The bullies stood erect, their sticks falling to the ground. The pain stopped and Jon was able to move freely. He reached the boy as quickly as he could and helped me to his feet. The boy watched him, a meek smile on his lips.

“I’m Jon,” he said, touching his own chest.

The boy nodded, still dazed from the beating. “Oh, I’m Sam. Samwell Tarly.”

i loved writing this!! it makes me want to write a whole fic with this AU. thank you again for the ask!

[atopvisenyashill]

@transdimensional-void it’s like gay nedcat, they’re terrorizing everyone over how tenderly they are banging

[novella-b]

MY JONSAM HEADCANONS

🐺 Jon has trouble sleeping, often slipping in and out of dreams of the things he’s seen and sometimes even worse, the things he hasn’t. Sam watches over him with a book at the ready and reads to him until he lulls back to sleep

“Sam? Are you still awake?” Jon asked, squinting through the candlelight.

“Oh, yes,” Sam quickly responded, sitting up a little straighter and flicking his eyes to his open book. “Just…”

“Reading?” he guessed.

“Always.” Sam smiled. What Jon didn’t need to know was that he had sat with his cheek perched in his hand, watching Jon twitch in his sleep through a pair of half-lidded eyes. “Would you like to hear about my findings?”

Jon’s lips tugged at the corners, a wispy laugh disguised as an exhale. “Of course.”

🐺 Jon is very sheepish in the bedroom, at least the first few times. He believes himself undesirable due to his bastard skin. Sam does his very best to show Jon just how special he is

Sam brushed Jon’s abdomen with the most delicate of fingers. Jon flinched away while goosebumps blossomed on his skin. His eyes, almost black, watched Sam with tentative confusion. Why would someone, so loving and intelligent, want to touch a person like him?

“You’re beautiful,” Sam said through a dreamy sigh, knocking all the insecurities out of Jon’s head. “I wish you knew how much.”

🐺 Ghost is extremely protective over Jon. If anyone steps a hair too close to him, the wolf will react. But not with Sam. It’s almost as if Ghost was their match-maker

Sam approached cautiously with a hand outstretched. The albino wolf raised its large head, nose twitching with each sharp inhale. “Don’t,” Jon warned but it was drowned by Ghost’s sudden movements. He jumped to his feet and before Jon could raise a command, he sat obediently at Sam’s feet and licked his stubby fingers.

Jon’s mouth was agape. Sam looked up at him, a proud smile on his face as he patted the wolf’s head. Jon popped out a hip, his hand stroking his five o’clock shadow. “Where did you say you were from again?”

[asoiastarks]

jonsam would be the more popular jon yaoi if everyone wasn’t weird about fat people