omgsubtext!

Stranger Things Have Happened, PG, 750 words. For Day 5, sort of... I was listening to it, right, but I don't know that it has any bearing on what came out, so perhaps my toes are in line to be eaten? Many thanks to deathofletters for the help. ♥ And I am behind now, augh.

( I am not really the sort of writer who should play with punctuation in any way, but I did, so ha. )

(Lame) Title: A Few Mornings in January
Author: omgsubtext, now last_radio
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 6666, exactly. And it was an accident.
Disclaimer: I'm JKR. This is all mine. ... Am I fooling anyone? No? Good. Have a cookie and don't sue me.
Notes: Written mostly for blanketforts. Pure fluff. Like, what little plot there is was spun from sugar. You've been warned.

( This is what I wrote on time. )



( This is what I just finished today. )

Sweet (Spontaneous), so G it hurts, 300+ words. For Day 2 of wellymuck.


( You have mud between your toes. )

Just Until, PG, 1500+ words. For Day 1 of wellymuck; also inspired, very slightly, by Rufus Wainwright's "April Fools."

( In which there aren't any pranks, not really. )

Three, Two. For desetoiles because she is awesome, and also because she asked; sorry, dear, that I didn't exactly use the challenge you gave me or make it very long or any of that. Feel free to make me try again. My next goal is to write a fic that actually goes beyond the initial kissing, like. Un-beta'd, 1000+ words

( They could have avoided the whole mess if Paris had gone for Menelaus instead. )

Pure Reason!, 400 words, PG, for blanketforts.


( they are stupid, can rarely read handwriting, lost everything all the time, would not follow list anyway )

Title: Of the Romance-Impaired
Author: omgsubtext
Pairing: R/S
Length: 200 words. I am officially incapable of writing anything long, so I shoot for those special numbers that will allow me to call myself artistic.
Genre: Pre-Azkaban; sugar-free fluff. (Also low-fat, but high in sodium.)
A/N: Not much point in summarizing 200 words. Also, this Sirius is not my own. He belongs (in addition to JKR, etc.) to a friend of mine. Blame her.

( Remus imagined stars and kisses, Sirius knows. But he'll have to get over it. )