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November 2nd Comment Meme 2019!
Another year, another November. Once again, it’s time for our annual November 2nd comment meme!
BOOST THE SIGNAL
In honor of the final season of Supernatural, the theme for this meme is “firsts and lasts”.
Here’s how it works:
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, angsty, or any other scenario that involves him in a hurt/comfort type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)
To fit the theme of the meme (see what I did there?), the prompt should either be a “first” or a “last” -- such as, “Last thing Sam notices before losing consciousness”, or “Last time Sam eats gas mart sushi”, or “Sam’s last words to Dean”, but could also be something like “Sam’s first encounter with a ghost”, or “Sam’s first broken bone”, or “First time Sam hunts solo”.
Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!
Step 3: Post it here! Post as a comment to the prompt, or post a link directed to the fanwork you have created to fill the prompt.
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!
If you have any trouble posting or have any questions, please poke![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll take care of you.
BOOST THE SIGNAL
In honor of the final season of Supernatural, the theme for this meme is “firsts and lasts”.
Here’s how it works:
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, angsty, or any other scenario that involves him in a hurt/comfort type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)
To fit the theme of the meme (see what I did there?), the prompt should either be a “first” or a “last” -- such as, “Last thing Sam notices before losing consciousness”, or “Last time Sam eats gas mart sushi”, or “Sam’s last words to Dean”, but could also be something like “Sam’s first encounter with a ghost”, or “Sam’s first broken bone”, or “First time Sam hunts solo”.
Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!
Step 3: Post it here! Post as a comment to the prompt, or post a link directed to the fanwork you have created to fill the prompt.
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!
If you have any trouble posting or have any questions, please poke
quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll take care of you.
RE: Fill: Processed (2/3)
An hour later, they’re still driving down I-70, and the sushi is sitting less well in Sam’s stomach than it had at first. Looking out the window at the streetlights and the semi trucks zooming past had started to make him a little nauseated, so he’s staring down at his knees, taking careful breaths through his nose and trying not to think about how he feels.
Next to him, Dean is focused on the road, singing along with the radio under his breath. The open food containers lay empty on the seat between them, and Sam can somehow still smell the lingering scent of hot dog even though his brother has long since devoured them both. He considers trying to close up the containers, but the idea of moving at all right now is less than pleasant.
He closes his eyes, hands clutching the edge of the seat, and tries to breathe through a particularly intense cramp in his stomach. And he must whimper or something, because all of a sudden he hears Dean’s voice.
“Sammy? You okay?” He sounds concerned, and Sam bets that if he could manage to open his eyes, he’d see Dean turned towards him, eyes flickering back and forth between the road in front of him and his brother at his side.
Sam groans a little under his breath, shaking his head minutely. “Feel sick…” he mumbles, gulping down the saliva that’s started to pool in his mouth.
Beside him, he hears Dean saying, “Okay… okay, hang on…”, and he feels the car shift as Dean changes lanes. “I’m gonna pull over as soon as I can, okay?”
Sam cracks his eyelids open, risking a glance out the windshield. To either side of them on the stretch of three-lane highway are jersey walls, construction equipment and torn-up earth scattered behind them. Sam groans again, keeping his mouth shut, and presses one hand gently to his stomach as if that will do anything to stop the rising nausea.
The Impala speeds up as Dean tries to get past the construction zone as quickly as possible.
“Just hang on, buddy. We’re almost there,” Dean says.
Sam feels goosebumps rise all over his body as his stomach gives an ominous rumble. His breathing is starting to get faster, and he tries to hold off the inevitable for just a little while longer.
Finally, the jersey walls stop and the shoulder of the road opens up into gravel and grass. Dean puts on his blinker and slows down, swerving to the side of the road with a sickening lurch.
Sam feels nausea surge up his throat and he nearly chokes on his own breath, fumbling until his hand hits one of the empty plastic containers from an hour earlier. He gets it into his hands just in time to lean forward and heave into it, coughing up his partially digested dinner.
“Oh jeez,” Dean says at his side, and the car lurches as Dean hits the brakes and slams the gearshift into park. “It’s okay, Sammy, it’s okay.”
Sam’s too busy hyperventilating through his nose, clutching the plastic container and trying not to retch again. All of a sudden there’s the squeak of a door and Dean’s hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of the passenger side and onto the shoulder of the road. Sam stumbles upright and away from the car, dropping the food container and doubling over as he heaves again, vomit splattering against the gravel. The only thing that keeps him from tumbling to the ground is Dean’s grip on him, one hand pressed against his chest and the other clutching the back of Sam’s jacket.
“Let it out, buddy, you’ll be alright,” Dean’s reassuring voice says in his ear over the rush of cars driving by, and Sam coughs and heaves again, moaning pathetically as his stomach twists painfully.
“Dean--” he gasps.
“I’m right here,” Dean says, rubbing his chest. “Right here. Breathe, Sammy.”
RE: Fill: Processed (3/3)
“There you go…it’s alright, dude...” Dean murmurs, brushing Sam’s hair back from his forehead. “You wanna sit?” he asks.
Sam nods, and with Dean’s help, manages to stagger back to the car, landing heavily on the passenger seat. He leans forward, head nearly between his knees as he gasps for breath, the nausea starting to ease to a dull ache. Dean reaches forward and rubs his back, and Sam sighs gratefully.
“How ‘bout I find a motel nearby, huh?” Dean asks. “You think you could handle the car again?”
Carefully, Sam nods, letting out a slow breath. “Yeah…”
* * *
As Dean opens the door to the motel room, Sam staggers in after him, making a beeline for the first bed and gingerly sitting down on the side of it, curling his legs up and easing himself down to the pillow until he’s horizontal, lying motionless on top of the blankets. He sighs in relief, because even if the bed is lumpy and uncomfortable, it’s still worlds better than being upright.
“God, you look pathetic,” Dean comments, dumping their bags on top of the low dresser. “How’re you feeling?”
Sam hums a wordless sound, closing his eyes. Now that he’s lying down, exhaustion is quickly sweeping over him, and his whole body feels heavy. “Mmm’tired...” he mumbles.
“How’s your stomach?”
Sam considers the question for a moment, then peers up at Dean, blinking slowly. “Still a little wonky…”
“Better than it was, though?”
“Yeah, think so,” Sam replies as he watches Dean move to the foot of Sam’s bed. He leans foward, untying Sam’s shoelaces and gently pulling them off his brother’s feet, tossing them into the corner. “Thanks,” Sam murmurs.
Dean ambles across the room, grabbing the trashcan from the bathroom and carrying it over to Sam, placing it on the floor near the head of his bed. “Just in case,” Dean explains.
Sam closes his eyes, breathing out carefully. “I’m never doing that again,” Sam mumbles.
Dean chuckles softly. “Yeah, me neither,” he says, and Sam quirks an eyebrow in confusion. “I learned my lesson. Next time I’m getting you a hot dog.”
Sam groans, pressing his face into the bed. “Ugh, Dean…” he grumbles. He reaches blindly out behind him until his hand closes on the extra pillow and tosses it in the general direction of his brother’s face.
He hears Dean swat the pillow away, and it lands on the ground with a soft thump, but now that he’s closed his eyes, it’s almost impossible to open them again. “I’mma get some sleep…” he mumbles into his one remaining pillow.
“You do that, Sammy,” Dean responds. There’s a rustling noise, and then Sam feels the blanket being pulled up over his still fully-clothed body, tucked over his chest and around his legs. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”
RE: Fill: Processed (3/3)