http://ohsam-mod.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ohsam-mod.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] ohsam2018-11-02 08:29 am

OhSam November meme 2018!

It’s that time again … our annual November 2nd OhSam meme!

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BOOST THE SIGNAL





Step 1: Leave a comment with a prompt. As always, since we are a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, Sam should be the primary recipient of any of the hurt and/or comfort. Prompts can involve Sam being sick, hurt, angst-filled, grief-bearded, or any other scenario that will put him into a hurt/comfort-y type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)

Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!



The rules:
-Post one prompt per comment, please. This makes it easier to track, and easier to tell which fills go with which prompts. If you have several prompts, post them in separate comments.

-Prompts can be as short or as detailed as you like, but shorter prompts give people more wiggle room to create.

-Post as many prompts as you'd like! The more, the merrier.

-Same goes for fills. You're welcome to fill as many prompts as you want to, and multiple people can absolutely fill the same prompt. We love to see different takes on the same concept.

-Like we said, h/c and Sam-centric.

-No real-person fic (RPF), please.

-Anon posting will be enabled. If you came here from tumblr and don’t have an LJ, just leave an anon comment linking back to your tumblr or AO3 post for any fic/art fills to prompts!

-Use the code below if your fic/art contains potential triggers (non/dub-con, abuse, self-harm, etc.):



-NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES. Please be courteous and post spoiler warnings for recently aired episodes. Use the following code for spoilers:



-Post fic fills as replies to the initial comment with the subject line “FILLED: [Title] (1/1)” for the number of parts your fic will have (If it doesn’t fit in a single comment, then change to (1/2), (2/2) or however many parts you’ll have. If the fic runs away from you and becomes too long to easily fit in comments, you can also link directly its original source post on LJ, AO3, etc.)

-Post art fills with a link to the original source, preferably with a thumbnail image. Please note whether the art is SFW or NSFW.

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-Contact a mod if you have a question.

-Pimp this meme! Spread the word to your friends! As with prompts and fills, the more, the merrier!

-No spamming. No flaming. No character bashing.

-Play nice and have fun!

The mods will update the post with a masterlist of prompts/fills periodically throughout the meme. If you notice a prompt or a fill missing from the masterlist, please poke [livejournal.com profile] quickreaver or [livejournal.com profile] cowboyguy and we'll get that updated as soon as we can.

Fill Little Helper P 2

[identity profile] jdl71.livejournal.com 2018-11-03 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
“Then explain the baggie with the orange and white pills,” Dean had demanded. His voice was low but full of fury.

All he could do was look at Dean. His mind worked at trying to find a way around this. He shook his head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really, Sam?” Dean had asked as he held up the baggie. The one he had bought only hours ago. Or had it been the other day? He was having trouble keeping track of things like that. “I found you out cold. How much did you take? Why did you take this crap?” Dean had asked. He sounded so hurt and disappointed.

“Needed it. Needed to stay sharp,” Sam breathed out.

“No, that’s just an excuse,” Dean shot back at him.

And then Dean was on him, wrestling him down on the bed. Before he knew it he was handcuffed to the metal headboard of one of the beds. “Come on Dean, really?” Sam asked as he yanked his wrist, clanking metal against metal and scraping his skin. “Let me out of these.” When Dean just shook his head no at him, he felt his anger bubble up to the surface. “Let me go! You can’t do this to me! YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

“Yeah, I know I am,” Dean responded quietly.

Sam went quiet as he looked around the cabin. The one off the grid, miles away from anyone else. He saw the stockpile of wood by the fireplace and the ample amount of canned goods spilling out from the cabinets, lining the counter. Dean had planned this. Dean had tricked him into coming here. “You . . . you played me,” Sam said in an even tone. “There’s nothing haunting these woods.” his voice had a defiant edge to it. He was going to kill Dean when he got loose.

Dean smiled at his brother, happy to see that Sam still had some of his brain cells firing in the drug induced haze. “Good, your mind’s not totally mush. Still got a couple of working brain cells. Still hope for you, yet” Dean taunted.

“Fuck you! I hate you!”

Dean shrugged at him. “I’d rather you hate me and still be alive, then OD and I have to bury your ass. By the way, cold turkey detox is gonna be a bitch,” Dean said as he climbed onto the other bed.
Edited 2018-11-03 00:44 (UTC)