Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Title: Mary Sue Goes to Hell
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing: Dean/Mary Sue
Rating/Work-safeness: PG
Approximate word count: 2300 words
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money from this, you idjit.
Betaed by: pwcorgigirl
Summary: After the finale of Season Three, Dean is you-know-where, when along comes this gorgeous chick with masses of flowing blonde hair and chameleon-like eyes.... Total crack!fic, in case you couldn't tell from the title.

( 'Just call me Mary Sue,' she purrs into Dean's ear as her lips graze the back of his neck.  )

Comments are shiny.

Title: My Shiroma
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing: It's a surprise!
Rating/Work-safeness: PG-13 for innuendo
Approximate word count: 600
Disclaimer: All rights belong to...er, whoever. Not me. I'm just a weirdo with a thing for epidemics. Blame it on the Sleuth Channel for showing the reruns!
Summary: To the best of my knowledge, no one has ever written flufftastic crack!fic for The Burning Zone...so *I* did. Everybody loves a wedding!


( My Shiroma )

Comments? Are love. Thanks!

Title: Cleavage 3/4
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Rating/Work-safeness: PG-13ish
Approximate word count: 100
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Kripke, the CW, etc.
Summary: The death!crack!drabble turned into a four-drabble series. More Dean! More Trixiebelle! Enjoy!

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Title: Cleavage
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Rating/Work-safeness: PG-13ish
Approximate word count: 100
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Kripke, the CW, etc.
Summary: It's a death!crack!drabble for Valentine's Day, because I'm just sentimental like that. Enjoy!


( Who knew? This is the way the world ends---neither with a bang nor a whimper but with cleavage. )

I have some bug that has me feeling like crap, and my sleep schedule is skewed every which way, but it's okay. At least I'm writing.

Got a wake-up call earlier when a friend's post reminded me that I need something to wear here: http://karaokegal.livejournal.com/26709.html I had nothing written at all. That's no longer the case. Hee hee.

Sometimes, you just have to give in to the bunnies. This one started whispering in my ear a couple days ago, and OMG---the more it whispers, the more I love it and want to hug it and squeeze it and call it George feed it carrot cake.

I had some trepidation; a crack-smoking concept is one thing, but sooner or later, a PLOT would be a Good Thing, as Cousin Martha would say. But have faith, as they say. One of my characters said something in the first scene---small talk on his part, but *I* seized on it---and several points obligingly sprouted like mushrooms after a rain. Amazing!

This is the first time in many months I've felt like this about a project. Writer, heal thyself!

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(This ended up being Bad Fairy, my SPN/BZ/House crossover)