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I want a love story. I'm feeling estrogen-y and wibbly and I want a love story. I don't want one of those horrible bodice-ripper, O Fabio! stories, though, which is what always seems to come up when I looks for this sort of thing. 

I want to read a love story that makes you cry and makes you smile and makes you hurt because you want that, you want that. And I don't want it to be a perfect love or an angsty love, I just want it to be love. I want it to happen slowly and gently and creep up on the characters until one day they wake up and wowie, there it is, smack in the face. I want them to be friends first and foremost. I want one of them to make pancakes and the other to sneak up behind them and scare them into getting the pancakes stuck on the ceiling and then there's a permanent stain that always reminds them of their pancake-y love. 

I want them to wake up on Sundays and not have sex as soon as they see each other but sort of lay there and enjoy the sun and the sounds of the neighbor watering his lawn while they crab about who has to take out the garbage. I want to see the affection, the tiny domestic details, like how one of them has a fatal fear of asparagus and the other secretly purchases some and puts it next to the shampoo. I want humor and fun and love and for it to be well written and, damnit, why isn't this book just appearing in my hands? 

Since I really fail at writing and I don't know anyone who will be all "WOO GIMME I WANNA WRITE IT" about this, anyone have any book reccomendations which sort of fall in this vein? I'm open to suggestions.

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You know how I said I suck at writing? Well, that part remains true.

But I still wrote 1, 460 words of fic. 


who wants to beta?

Fic: The Many Faces of Dean Winchester (PG, Gen)

I ficced again. Oops.

Title: The Many Faces of Dean Winchester
Rating: PG
Category: General, no pairings
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Um, kinda schmoopy? I guess? And Dean says "hell". 
Disclaimer: Not mine, blah, blah, cake.
Notes: While my other fic explosion from earlier today will probably never see the light of day, this one is actually something I like. It's been sitting around on my harddrive for weeks with only three half-assed paragraphs, but finally I made something of it. Go me! \o/ 
Thanks, purple_sax09 for the unintentional encouragement and cid2065 for saying, "WHERE IS THE REST? FINISH IT." ♥
Wordcount: 999, bitches.

( His first week at Stanford, though he’d rather die than admit it to anyone, Sam had very carefully gotten himself plastered, sat down at his desk, and typed out a list of his favorite Dean-expressions, starting at the end and working his way toward the beginning.  )