bossypants ([personal profile] bossypants) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-05-27 11:14 am

the picture prompt meme

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-05-29 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
The job was local, which was good. Sam had left a note, letting Peter know he was just heading to Albany. Less than three hours away. The papers had labeled it as missing persons, but Sam had been piecing the file together for two weeks. It looked like a Lamia, but Sam would need to be there to be sure.

His hand shook as he dropped the note on the bed. The mattress, new. Hell, the mattress, bed spring, headboard, all new. All new for them, because sometimes the two lovers needed to sleep. Peter had his own worries, and Sam knew it would only take a day, two tops. He even left the address, because sometimes it was just nice to know that someone knew.

When he got to Albany, though, it was worse than he'd imagined. The reporting had been poor, or the facts had been switched to spare the reader. It wasn't young, single men looking for a good time. No. It was like the Greek.

They were kids.

The victims were kids and Sam was buying all the salt and rosemary in the area.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-05-29 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Peter was less than thrilled to find the note on their bed when he got back from class, dumping his bag by the door. He understood, though he really didn't like the idea of Sam going off on his own. At least he had the address but - it wouldn't exactly be easy for him to leave the city. He'd never done that before, he'd lived his entire life on that island.

It's a few hours later, sprawled across the couch with his textbooks and a pizza, Peter called Sam's cell, curling into the cushions of their new couch. They'd slowly been replacing a lot of his shabby furniture to make it more comfortable for the two of them, and Peter liked the change.

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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-05-29 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The phone was answered while Sam was still talking to someone else. "Thank you, Father. I know it was an odd request, but I appreciate it. Hello?" Sam said, coming into the conversation, hearing his name from hours away, wondering if Peter was lying on the bed or the sofa. Probably the sofa.

"Hi hon," Sam said, getting back into his car and setting the knives in the passenger seat. The door creaked shut with only the sound metal could make. None of that poly-whozzits for the Winchesters. "How're you doing?"
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-05-30 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
No point in lying on the bed without Sam. It just made it feel empty, and that wasn't something Peter enjoyed feeling. He pressed the phone against his ear, smiling when he heard Sam's voice. So far away, yet here he was, right up against Peter's ear. "Hon? You better still be in New York, Winchester, don't tell me you headed out west in pursuit of the manifest destiny - "

"Good. I'd be great if you were here." Peter is not above pouting, even over the phone. "What about you?"
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-05-30 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, I was talking to Father Mantauk. It just felt right to say," Sam admitted, leaning back against the seat, keys in his hand. He let them bounce so they jangled in his palm.

"I'll be there soon enough," Sam promised, rolling his eyes since Peter couldn't see. "Just getting a couple knives blessed by a priest for the hunt tonight. I'll be back by morning. What kind of donuts do you want? Sprinkles or cream-filled?"
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-01 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Well I don't mind," Peter corrected quickly, smiling despite himself, the crushing lonely feeling settling on his chest in the wake of Sam's absence. "Please, shower me in pet names."

"A hunt? What is it?" Peter latched on to the import part of his response, frowning a little. "Are you with Dean or are you alone?"

"Sprinkles, by the way, I wasn't raised a heathen."
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-01 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Baby, Lovey, Darling, Honey, Sweetie,, maybe not that last one," Sam said chuckling a bot, finding himself really glad that Peter called.

"It's a lamia, no big deal. are involved, and I have to stop it." One little lie and a big truth. Sam was confident he could handle the lamia on his own, but he knew someone had to take it out."

Sam snorted, glad for the comedy. "Are you saying I've got all the cream you need, or that you'd love me more if I shot sprinkles? Hard to say which would be harder to clean up. Especially, if it turned out to be edible glitter...," Sam trailed off wistfully, loving the conversations they had - it took the edge off him for the moment.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-01 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can stick to Baby. I'll also accept Honey or Sweetheart." Peter can't help but grin as Sam listed off the names at him. The sound of his voice was more than enough to soothe him.

"So you're alone," Peter translated, frown deepening. "Sam, are you sure you don't need backup? Better safe than sorry. Because if you're not safe I will make you sorry."

"My god, you're saucy today," Peter laughed, curling his legs underneath himself. "Your cream is wonderful. I prefer my donuts with sprinkles, not my dick." Maybe if they ever went to a club, the edible glitter would come into play, but Peter would put up a fight before letting glitter into his sheets. It'd be a bitch to clean out!
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-02 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll keep the dirty names to myself, but they're running through my head," Sam confided, fingers running through his hair and a little smile on his lips.

It withered like an unwatered plant when Peter started putting it all together. "I'm sure there are other hunters around if I need them, but I've got this. Just trust me, will you?" His tone was even, definitely not accusatory or hurt. He was just relating facts to his boyfriend - he was good saying that word now - and he promised donuts, so he couldn't not return to Peter.

"Don't start something you can't finish," Sam warned with a warmth in his voice. "Besides, I'm in the car, on a public street. Don't you try to get me arrested just to keep me from doing the job." Sam cleared his throat and adjusted his seatbelt across his chest.

"We good on everything else? Bandages? BenGay? Neosporin? Toilet paper? If you want to text me a list, I can just go grocery shopping once I tie this up." He was keeping nervous and that led to a slight babble. He got this way sometimes, before going up against the supernatural.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-03 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dirty names? What does that entail, soliloquies about my mouth?"

He may be pretty but he's also not stupid. And he knows Sam, knows he's just as self-sacrificing as his boyfriend. "You're sure they're there. Which is code for you haven't checked and you haven't called Dean, have you?" Peter sighed, frowning down at his socked feet. "Of course I trust you, Sam, I just don't like the idea that you're somewhere I can't help you."

"Who said I can't finish it?" Peter chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "That sounded like a challenge, Winchester, and you know how well we do with those."

"Uhh, I'll have to check." He may or may not have used the last of the Neosporin last night on a questionable cut from a rusty knife. "You could, or we could do it together tomorrow."

"Sam," Peter started, voice a little softer now. "Please be careful. And let Dean know where you are." If he had to go after Sam - he would try, but Peter had never been out of the city before. He couldn't exactly rent a car without a driver's license.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-03 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"And other parts of you, brains included." Sam loved to brag about how smart Peter was, if only to Pete himself, and at the most random times. It had started as a joke, root-deep inside Peter only mention his IQ or an ACT score.

"I'll check. And I know you don't, but I've been doing this for a while. I'll take every precaution and let someone know. Sometimes I simply can'tr each Dean on the phone, but I'll leave a message if I don't get him."

Sam had hoped to avoid this conversation, but it was going to happen, especially the first time Sam went out after they'd gotten back together. "Then just donuts, and we'll go shopping tomorrow...maybe some Neosporin just in case," Sam promised, his voice quiet, wistful, only for Pete's ear. "I have to go now, want to get this done while there's still daylight. I'll call you after, okay? Just...start that puzzle."
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-04 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have an intelligence fetish and it's disgusting." Peter chided, rolling his eyes. Yeah, he didn't exactly appreciate the talk about his standardized test scores when Sam was fully sheathed in his ass, but it was charming in a weird way. "Be shamed. Kink-shamed. Whatever."

"Alright..." Peter trailed off, silently vowing to text Dean himself. He may or may not have gotten the number off Sam's phone, just in case. "Can you give me a time frame? If I haven't heard back from you by when should I start worrying?"

"It's a date." Peter ran a hand back through his hair, sticking it up at odd ends. "I love you, Sam."
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-05 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you haven't heard back from me by morning, then you can worry," Sam said, biting his tongue about the times Peter would go out and leave him behind, making him worry. "But you won't have to because I'll be back with donuts and then we'll go grocery shopping and then spend the day in bed with a a full pantry for when we need to recharge."

Sam glanced at the sky. "Alright babe, I really have to go now. Love you too. Talk soon." Sam hung up the phone and let his head rest against the cracked leather band on the top of his seat.

He'd make it quick and be home earlier. Surprise Peter, wake him up with a blowjob or something. That silent promise sent the Winchester into action and he put the car in gear.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-05 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a solid plan to me," Peter smiled, allowing himself to buy into it for a minute. If, in some alternate reality, they were normal - Peter wasn't Spiderman, Sam wasn't a hunter - Peter was studying for his Masters, Sam was a successful lawyer out of town on business - what a nice dream that would be.

"Bye," Peter waited until Sam had hung up before he allowed himself to, biting his lip. He was still worried, despite everything.

[Do you want to time skip or end there?]
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-05 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
As Sam looked at his phone, he sighed, trying to focus on the job at hand instead of the donuts he hoped he'd be able to score in the morning.

[Action sequence goes here. Sam bloodied but not broken, scared but triumphant.]

The flimsy cardboard box and cellophane rattled as Sam set the dozen donuts on the conveyor belt. "Hey man, you drunk?" The cashier asked, taking in Sam's bruises, the way his bottom lip still....wept. The hunter knew he wasn't pretty, but by God, he didn't need that kind of shit after the night he'd had.

"Sober as a priest. How much do I owe you for the dozen?" Sam pulled the bills from his wallet and handed them over, scooping up the dozen before he could collect his fifteen cents in change. There was only one place he wanted to be, and that was with Peter.

Sometimes, it did pay to live with a superhero. Peter hadn't locked the door - Spiderman likely wouldn't need the added security - and Sam closed it behind him. He, unlike Peter, threw the deadbolt. He slid out of his boots and tried not to limp over to the bed. "Pete?" Sam whispered, the cellophane rustling.

"Hey Peter, it's me. Santa."
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-08 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Peter had developed some bad habits, okay? Not locking the door was one of them. Sleeping upside down in the corner of the room was another. Luckily, tonight, he'd opted for the bed, perhaps in the hopes that he'd wake up with a certain someone next to him.

"Mm, where've you been the last five years?" Peter snorted a laugh, slowly rousing. He stretched out with a groan, smiling sleepily as he lifted his head out of the pillow. The scent of blood and mild fear woke him up almost instantly, and Peter sat up quickly, staring at Sam as his eyes adjusted to the dark. "Sam? Are you okay?"
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-08 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Hunting demons, and banshees and things that go bump in the night," Sam answered honestly, taking a moment to appreciate Peter's lithe form, especially since he was still under the lull of sleep. Sam's hand - clean, thankfully, due to the whore's bath he gave himself in the grocery store bathroom - went to Peter's chest.

"Easy, easy, I'm fine, Pete. And you're not dreaming. See? I brought doughnuts." Sam tapped the box balanced on his hip. "I told you I'd be back," he said softly, offering a tender kiss because it was all he could really manage with his bottom lip split.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-08 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Santa doesn't do that," Peter chuckled, fingers finding Sam's hand when he touched his chest. He tangled their hands together, interlocking their fingers.

"You don't seem fine," Peter murmured, ignoring the doughnuts in favor of letting his hands explore Sam's chest, checking over his shoulders, his arms, for any signs of injury. The taste of blood on his lips was less than reassuring.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-08 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"This Santa doesn't have belly that shakes like a bowlful of jelly, either," Sam countered, squeezing his fingers against Peter's, a way to be closer even when they were already close. God, Sam was glad to be back.

"Here," Sam said, hating to be fussed over. His thumb slid over Peter's bottom lip. "Just some bruises, a couple scrapes. Us humans bounce back, just not as fast as superheroes." His tone was light, playful even, the fear and worry seeping out of him and dissipating. "Nothing's broken, I promise." His free hand found his pillow and Sam folded it in half, resting the side of his head on it.

"Split lip, so no tugging on it. Or blowjobs," he joked. It wouldn't stop him.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-08 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"But his pecs jiggle, that's close enough, right?"

Peter curled his fingers in Sam's hair, laying back down with him, albeit reluctantly. "It - I can smell the blood, Sam, are you sure it's not more than that?" He can't help but be paranoid, worried. It's weird to have the script flipped and frankly, it made him feel even worse about lying to Aunt May. No doubt she was just as, if not more worried, than Peter was right now.

"No blowjobs, huh. And here I was planning to suck you down to show you how glad I was you came home - guess I'll just scrap that plan..."
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-08 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I meant from me to you, not that other way around," Sam joked, poking Peter in the side. The hunter grew somber though, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I'll shower more next time. If it helps, it's not all mine. Hardly any of it is." Sam eased up on the bed, realizing he might be smudging their first new purchase. Luckily, whatever was on him was either dried on didn't make it onto his back. "This is winning for normal people who fight not-normal things," he said softly, a lone index finger pushing a lock of sleepy hair from Peter's forehead.

"Let me go shower and change, then I'll just be me again." It was said lightly, but Sam liked being a hunter. He liked helping people and setting right wrongs. He was doing what he could to make the world safer for everyone, even those super being who didn't believe in his world. "I got you sprinkles," he said, getting up from the bed and bringing the box closer, catching a whiff of the sugary breakfast inside.

"I'll be quick," he promised, though he knew his adrenaline would eventually run out and that would be the start of the aches.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-10 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, really? What a relief," Peter chuckled, stroking his fingers lightly through Sam's hair. "Sam, I think I know what your blood smells like."

Peter blinked for a second, as if registering what he'd just said. "...sorry, that was weird. I mean, it's true, but also very weird. My bad." He turned over a little more when Sam shifted, wondering if he was hurt and hiding it. "I feel like we should switch jobs. You fight the muggers and I'll take the crap beyond human comprehension."

"Hurry back. And let me know if you have any hidden wounds you want me to dress." Peter said, very serious. He didn't think joining Sam in the shower would make him feel any better right now. Maybe in the morning. The most Peter could do was maybe blow him - which, actually, released endorphins that might ease Sam's aches a little, no, Peter's honestly serious about that it's no joke - and kiss all of his bruises.

"My hero," Peter chuckled, pulling the box towards him, mostly to appease Sam.
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[personal profile] samwiser 2016-06-10 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"How would you know what blood smells like?" It was an honest question. He'd not been all that bloody around Peter when they'd been dating. At least, he hadn't thought he had. "And no, you're not trained like I am. Brain and brains doesn't always win the day with vamps or sirens. You would have been handy with the Wendigo, though," Sam admitted, just plain happy to be back where he felt content, safe.

"Or," Sam said, getting up from the bed, peeling his layers off and letting his pants drop, belt buckle clanging against the floor before he could stop it. "save those for morning and then we'll just sleep." The last word carried a tiny lilt to it, because as soon as it was out of his mouth, Sam realized how much he wanted to do just that.

Gathering up his clothes into a ball between his palms, Sam carried them to the hamper pulling out his wallet and miscellaneous pocket wealth before dumping them inside. He was in the shower quickly, the door half-closed. He'd gotten the hang of the water and was warmed as the hot water pelted his skin, fingers massaging what he could reach so he didn't cramp. He wondered, idly, if Pete still had that radioactive spider around. Just a little nip. Sam shut the water off before it got too cold and dried himself. With hair still damp, Sam slipped in behind Peter, a tiny mewling sound leaving his throat as he fit his front to the superhero's back.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-06-10 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean - you've bled in front of me before." Peter admitted sheepishly. Maybe it wasn't the kind of beat-up-and-bloody he was now, but Sam had cut himself once or twice. Peter had played nurse rather well. "I could do it! I'm more than brains, Sam."

"I'm not letting you go to bed with wounds untreated." Peter warned, shaking his head as Sam started stripping, readying for the shower. Peter knew firsthand how much one could wish to collapse in bed but - as long as there was someone there to take care of you, you didn't need to.

Peter actually did have the spider, although it was dead. Didn't mean it didn't have it's venom still but - well, bring it up and see whether or not he has a panic attack.

Peter smiled, one doughnut gone from the box, which was set upon their bedside table. He slid a hand over Sam's, around his middle, snuggling back against him. "You okay, babe?"

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