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.

-Feedback is love. If you liked it, leave a comment!

-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.

FILLED Jefferson Starship (4/4)

[identity profile] dontknowmyname.livejournal.com 2019-01-25 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
The loud beeping beside him Was the first thing he recognized, accompanied by the groggy effect of slowly fading pain medication. He attempted to lift his arms and moved his eyes back and forth, working up the strength to open them. When he was finally able to crack his eyelid open, the bright fluorescent lighting had him quickly regretting it.

He managed to lift his hand slightly, feeling it brush against something warm. Sam slowly tilted his head in that direction, blinking his eyes open once again to see his brother resting his head atop the bed.

“Dean,” He croaked as he gently tapped Dean’s arm.

His brother startled awake, eyes quickly scanning their surroundings, a look of guilt taking over his tired features. Sam hated how often that look appeared on Dean’s face, especially because there was absolutely no reason for it.

“Hiya, Sammy,” Dean smiled. “How ya feeling?”

“I’m good,” He shrugged. “What happened?”

“You were stabbed by a starship.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “First of all, we need a better name. Secondly, I meant while I was out.”

“No need for a better name,” Dean leaned back in the chair with pride. “They are extinct, and I made sure of it this time.”

“So you took care of the monster without me?” He stared at his brother with a disapproving glare.

“I called Cas,” When Sam relaxed a bit, Dean continued. “We tracked the asshole down, beheaded the damn thing and burned it to ashes. All while you got some beauty rest.”

Sam smiled, “Someone has to still look good.”

“Oh, Sammy,” Dean laughed, leaning forward to slap Sam’s thigh. “You’ll need a hell of a lot more beauty sleep if you want to catch up to this fine specimen.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, even as he rolled his eyes and swatted Dean’s hand away. Truth is, Sam’s been a bit off his game lately. He knew it. This particular incident just made it all the more clear. Luckily, Dean was always there to help Sam get back on his feet. Dean didn’t do it out of obligation. His brother did it for him, stone number one, and that was something Sam could build on.