Fanmix Fic: Part 11 - Epilogue

[femmenerd]

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[femmenerd]

Wow! You *did* read it all. Thank you so much. Really. Did I mention already that this story ate my soul? Because it did. Put me through the ringer. Also, random piece of writing trivia--I wrote it out of order somewhat and during the middle section I was getting so depressed that I randomly wrote what eventually became the last chapter, thinking I was doing it as a joke just for me to cheer myself up. I guess I needed to visualize where I was trying to take them in order to psych myself up for the daunting process of getting their broken-ass selves there.

[untitleddemo]

Aww, sweetie, I'm sorta sorry that I've reached the end of this! I enjoyed it SO MUCH, and I'm really in awe of you for doing this. *hugs you tight*

His favorite word used to be “fuck,” now it’s “Daddy.”

There is something so satisfying and mature about this.

After graduation, Sammy starts working at the library, which is infinitely amusing to Dean, but he has to admire how the whole “sheepish, nerdy guy” thing gets his little brother laid.

Librarian!Sam= OTP fanfic boyfriend.

Angel walks over to her then, leaning over and touching her shoulder with his hand. Faith shudders but doesn’t look up. Doesn’t push him away either. “It’s never too late, Faith. We have to believe that.”

Aww, just aww. You made me tear up there. Plus, yay for Angel and Buffy/Spike, yay!!!

“You’re so fucked in the head, Faith. You’re so fucked up,” he says, and yet weirdly, in his head it sounds like, "I love you."

Perfection.

“I’m still a fucking idiot when it comes to you-but the thing is, I’m somebody’s father now. Everything’s different. I won’

[femmenerd]

Dude. librarian!Sam totally needs his own porn. *nods*

Also, you dork--I knew you were going to be like the one person who noticed the tiny allusions to Spike/Buffy.

Daddy!Dean pwnz me like woah (obviously).

And omg, I love you to bits. I hope you're feeling better now and that all is well.

[greenapricot]

I read half of this last night right before bed (and I'll have you know that it kept me up later than I intended 'cause I didn't want to stop) and the other half this morning before even getting out of bed. And, baby, I am still in love. There are a million little things in here that make me go ah, or gah, or omg that's perfect and have little fluttery stomach happy feelings, or not so happy feelings. And it's all so wonderfully bittersweet and real feeling, you know. And so epic.

And Dean and the new Impala pieced together from the old one. Oh. *puts hand over heart and sighs*

[femmenerd]

Thank you so much baby, for so many things. P.S. I plan to finish reading over your fic this weekend, btw.

*mad love*

[petitebelette]

I loved it. I laughed, I cried, the whole enchilada.

Seriously. This my Faith/Dean bible.

[femmenerd]

Thank you so, so much! Writing this was quite the journey for me. Yes, indeed. :P

I doubt it's totally over though--I'm quite likely to write more short pieces in this 'verse, I think.

[skyebanshee]

So much love for this. So in character, and believable. Dean and Faith...They're fucked up and beautiful together and just...add in BrotherSam and the awesomeness that is Jan and I'm happy.

Dean doesn’t have to cram everything that really matters into his car anymore, but it’s still possible-there are four seatbelts after all.

Best last line, ever...coming back to the heart of what is Dean.

Thanks for sharing.

[femmenerd]

Thank you so much for commenting. And I'm glad that you like Jan. I kind of love her--enough that I'm getting over the shame of having written SPN het baby!song!fic. Ha!

Thanks again. :)