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turn that frown upside down
I want to write and be read today. Is there anything I can write for yall? Leave commentfic prompts if you like.
I can't promise anything and whatever I write will be small but....
I'd just like to write something that isn't fivesentencesmut right now.
EDIT thanks guys... i'm mopey and slow so sorry i'm not goin thru these faster.
I can't promise anything and whatever I write will be small but....
I'd just like to write something that isn't fivesentencesmut right now.
EDIT thanks guys... i'm mopey and slow so sorry i'm not goin thru these faster.
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Looking for a spell to add authenticity to her story, Becky accidently activates a love spell. Writer's choice as to whether Sam has to fend off a rabid fan girl who will go to any lengths to get her man; or, if Becky has to face a love-crazed Sam determined to make her his.
ugh, making this dark and not cracky turned my stomach. i hope it's what you wanted.
"Becky, just open the door. Just let me in," he kept saying. "I just want to talk. Come on, Becky, I know you feel it too."
"I don't feel it!" she shouted, bracing her hands across the doorway. "I don't feel it, and neither do you, it's a love spell, please, Sam, just fight it!"
"But why should I?" His voice was high and plaintive, and Becky's heart twinged. "You liked me, Becky, I know you did, you said so! Now I like you back, so why can't we just be happy?"
"I liked you, Sam!" She sighed. "Not this crazy lovesick thing you're becoming. This isn't how you'd act, not if you really liked me!"
Tears were coming to her eyes. She was terrified. She'd read the lore on the spell, she knew what would happen if he came within touching distance of her. She'd dreamed of Sam Winchester ravishing her, sure, but not like that. "Please," she said. "If you love me, then just... just go away. Just leave me alone, let me try to find some way to undo this."
"I can't," he said, "I can't stand it, you're crying, let me hold you, I'll make you feel better."
Forgetting he couldn't see her, she shook her head silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. This wasn't what she wanted. This was the furthest thing in the world from what she wanted. "Please, God," she whispered, "someone help me."
And then it occurred to her.
"Please," she said again. "Castiel."
Re: ugh, making this dark and not cracky turned my stomach. i hope it's what you wanted.
*frowns*
I didn't mean to make you feel all skeevy and yucky. D: This was supposed to be an outlet for your PMS. *hugs tightly* Would it make you feel better to write a crack version? *whistles innocently*
Re: ugh, making this dark and not cracky turned my stomach. i hope it's what you wanted.
It's cool, I'd rather leave it behind me <3 thanks for all your wonderful feedback!