ohsam | TRIPLE PLAY at OhSam!

Let’s try something a little different for September at

ohsam! We’re calling it the Triple Play Challenge and here’s the deal …

BOOST THE SIGNAL

Step One: Write a three-part prompt.
1.) Pick a setting
2.) Pick an additional character or characters (Sam is assumed, naturally.)
3.) Pick an H/C scenario, with Sam as the focus. Other characters can share the misery, but Sam should get the brunt of it. That's how we roll. :D

You can make as many prompts as your little heart desires, one set per comment, but it would probably work best if kept simple. For instance: 1.) the Impala, 2.) Dean and Garth, 3.) an infected hangnail, or 1.) autumn 2.) Jessica Moore 3.) allergies.

Step Two: Make visual art! Create a drawing, painting, photomanip, or video based around an offered prompt set. All three points must be addressed. The art can be doodled or extravagantly detailed, artist’s choice. And, of course, Sam should be the primary focus of the H/C. Please reply with your art under the prompt you chose, and either put the art beneath a cut or supply a link to it, with appropriate header and warnings! (See sidebar left.) As subject lines are no more, please begin your fills with the word FILLED and a TITLE in BOLD.

Step Three: Authors are invited to write roughly 300 words for the art. (No one’s going to count so if you run a little under, no big deal. And if you’re inspired to write more? Awesome! Go for it.) Again, please reply with your fic under the art you chose, with appropriate header and warnings. (See sidebar left.) As subject lines are no more, please begin your fills with the word FILLED and a TITLE in BOLD.

If more than one author or artist wants to work with the same prompt, have at it! Steps Two and Three can be inverted, however the end game is to complete all three steps, the Triple Play. But hey, follow where the muse leads you. Most of all, have fun … at Sam’s expense. ;)

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◊ MASTERLIST ◊

ANNOUNCEMENT: Back! I'm playing catch-up now; if I miss anybody, drop me a line:

quickreaver. THE CREATIVITY, IT DAZZLES. You guys have been great!

FICS
Moving Forward by

center_galaxy
Lost in the Ether by

a_starfish
White Padded Room by

of_nightingales
The Longest Hour by

nwspaprtaxis
Scarlet Thread on His Wrist by

sharktheory
Small Victories by

mentholpixie
Above the Surface by

foolscapper
Hair of the Dog by

monicawoe
Linger by

nblaque_impala
The Grandfather's Paradox by

kettle_o_fish
On the Outskirts of Normal by

rainb0betty
Faces by

weesta
The Soothing Roar by

calypsobard
Paging Dean Winchester by

calypsobard
Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down by

mamapranayama
Fall to Pieces by

disasterifickaz
Twice Shy by

disasterifickaz
New World Order by

nwspaprtaxis
Not This Time by

winchesterpooja
Bruises Prove It's Real by

jacyevans
Above the Surface by

foolscapper
Portal Hypertension by

nwspaprtaxis
Parachute by

nwspaprtaxis
And She Was by

quickreaver
Stupid Kid by

winchesterpooja
Inelligible by

foolscapper
Last Resort by

unzum

ART
-Blood and Snow (sfw) by

amber1960
-Snow! (sfw) by

a_starfish
-Untitled, pre-series (sfw) by

odysseaia
-In the Forest (sfw) by

a_starfish
-Untitled (wee!Sam, stigmata) (sfw) by anonymous
-Bloody and Cold (sfw) by

winchesterpooja
-Alone and Padded Room (sfw) by

reggie11
-Jackalope Attack! (sfw) by

a_starfish

TRIPLE PLAY!
-FIC & ART: Little Boy Blue (sfw) by

reggie11
-FIC & ART: To Bee or Not To Bee (sfw) by

indiachick
-ART (sfw) by

weesta and FIC: Mr. Boddy by

of_nightingales
-ART: Coulrophobia (sfw) by

reggie11 and FIC: Killer Clowns by

tifaching
-ART: Crucified (probably sfw) by

quickreaver and FIC: Heavenly Father by

center_galaxy and yet more FIC: Historically Inaccurate by

balder12
-FIC: Just Be Careful Not To Stray Too Far by

calypsobard, ART: The Weight of It (sfw) by

a_starfish
-ART: Snow! (sfw) by

a_starfish, FIC: Out in the Snow by

calypsobard

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

1) Stanford
2) Brady
3) hangover

I know who should write this one ...

FILLED: Hair of the Dog, 1/2
Sam/Brady, light R

Sam woke up with a headache so awful he could barely force his eyes open. Once he did, he immediately regretted it. The pain doubled, and he turned away from the blinding light coming in through the crack between his curtains. He rolled over on his pillow, to find Brady lying next to him.

His roommate's eyes flipped open and he smiled, sleepily.

Sam couldn't quite manage a smile back, and winced when a new lance of pain shot through his head.

"You okay?" Brady asked, his smile fading into concern.

"No," Sam said, and his own voice sounded overloud in his head.

"Hang on, I'll be right back."

The mattress dipped slightly and then sprung back up as Brady climbed out of the bed.

Sam made a few attempts at opening his eyes again, long enough to grasp that Brady was getting dressed, but by the time their door opened, he was already falling back into an exhausted half-sleep. His head still throbbed too intensely for true sleep though, and when Brady returned a short while later, Sam didn't feel any more rested.

"Okay give me about two minutes here, buddy. I'll get you vertical." Brady said, walking out of sight into the little common area that held both their kitchen and 'living room.' There were sounds of clinking glass and water running and then Brady's voice was right next to him again saying, "Okay, here comes the hard part. You have to sit up."

"No," Sam said. "Can't."

"That's pretty funny coming from you," Brady said, his voice quieting. "Didn't have a problem holding me up last night."

And then Sam remembered. Not everything. Just bits and pieces. The bar, and shot after shot after shot, and stumbling home with Brady and the taste of his lips. He opened his eyes and found Brady smiling at him again, a bit more of a smirk than before. He was holding a tall glass filled with red liquid.

Sam wrinkled his nose at the smell. "What is that? It stinks." He pushed himself up onto his elbows with great effort.

"You've never heard of a Bloody Mary?" Brady asked. "Come on that's like—not even possible."

"Where's the celery?" Sam asked.

"You're joking right?" Brady scoffed. "Look, I was willing to run over to Phi Theta and ransack their liquor cabinet, but I'm not running all the way off-campus for vegetables at—" He glanced down at his watch. "Nine forty-five in the morning."

"Nine forty-five!" Sam gasped. His Sociology class had started twenty minutes ago. "Shit, my class." He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood and cried out as the pain in his head doubled. He fell back onto the bed in agony.

"Yeah, you're not going anywhere today, champ," Brady offered the glass to Sam again who took it gratefully.

He could taste the worcestershire sauce, and the tomato, but there was something else underneath too that reminded him of eggs and made him want to gag. But he swallowed obediently and after a few seconds, the pressure in his head started to lessen.

Hair of the Dog, 2/2

"Huh? Helps, don't it?" Brady asked.

Sam took another two gulps. "You don't have to sound so smug about it."

Grin widening, Brady leaned back against the side of Sam's desk and straightened his legs. "I may know a thing or two."

A combination of the alcohol in the drink and a string of memories from the night before made Sam's skin flush. Brady definitely knew a few things. Bits and pieces were coming back to him—stuttering flashes of images and sensations: the two of them stumbling into their room, lips already pressed together. Brady dropping to his knees, the feel of his mouth as it kissed its way lower and lower down his stomach. He'd said things that would've made Sam laugh under any other circumstance, 'Anything for you, my king,' but in the midst of that much pleasure all they did was heighten his arousal. He remembered biting down on Brady's skin, a surge of pleasurable strength filling him that made his mind feel like it was filling with light.

Brady's grin faded a bit as he watched Sam's expression shift and he leaned forward, tilting his head to the side. "You know, last night—"

"Oh my god!" Sam said as he saw the side of Brady's neck. There were two large bruises near his shirt collar that he hadn't noticed until now. Dark purple and painful looking. "I'm so sorry, I—"

"Don't be sorry," Brady said, bringing his fingers to the bruised spots. "That was actually a highlight for me."

"I—I thought…" Sam put the glass down on his nightstand and moved closer to Brady, trying to get a better look at the bruises. "I thought I broke the skin." He remembered Brady pushing his head down hard against the side of his neck, remembered him moaning as he bit down, and he remembered a coppery taste on his tongue. He could still taste it.

"Did you?" Brady pushed harder against the bruises and shrugged. "Doesn't feel broken."

"No, I'm sure, I—I mean I thought I did." Sam's ears felt like they were burning, and out of lack of anything better to do he grabbed the glass again and started finishing off the Bloody Mary. There was still that weird aftertaste, but it was without a doubt making him feel much, much better.

"Last night…" Brady said, meeting Sam's eyes, "If you're uncomfortable with it, it doesn't have to happen again. It's just something we did."

"I'm not uncomfortable. Well, hangover aside," Sam said. "I just wish we hadn't had so much to drink. I can barely remember anything."

"That a fact?" Brady slid forward, a few feet. "Want me to remind you?"

Sam swallowed down the last of his drink and set the empty glass on his night-stand. He brought his hand up to Brady's neck and gently touched the purpling marks there. "Yeah," he said, leaning forward into a kiss. He could still taste copper on his tongue.

Oh man, Sam never had a chance. Great fic!

Oh man, I really liked that twist at the end! And Sam should know better than to drink on a school night. ;) Thanks so much!!

So glad you enjoyed the read! This was a fun prompt-set!

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