#bleghhhhh

[lazygodz]

colored them

[onetoomanyyy]

Whatever,,,

[evilham06]

take a gander at my creations

^_^

[ketelakeren]

OH GGOD THE HACKER STARTED FOLOWWING ME

I KNOW DAMN WELL @miri-negative AINT GOT THEIR ACCOUNT BACK WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO

[landonorissian]

ao3 hits, kudos, comments, bookmarks, all the feedback that comes from posting to the archive, are all blessed and good things, they let you know people read your story, liked it, that it meant something to them. big fan. big big fan. it's all motivational!! until something happens like you post a story and it's like twice as many hits and half as many comments and kudos and a third as many bookmarks as usual and it's like you have to start wondering wtf is going on and what went wrong, then ao3 statistics become evil

[c4tf1shh]

hey look it’s the guy

[awesomesauceharv]

Harleith fanfic because artblock won’t stop me from creating masterpieces m.

(This sucks, i know, a bit ooc i think, it’s late and i’m sick ouuuuhhhhhhh.. Give ne yao)

Quite the beautiful afternoon isn’t it? The sun is setting, filling the sky in a beautiful orange tone, couples walking home, exhausted from their dates, of course. February, the month of love, filled with.. Well, *Love*. People would usually be filled with a joyful atmosphere in this time.

Except Harley Sawyer, of course. He’s wearing a fancy suit (much to Leith’s request) Waiting at the entrance of a fancy french restaurant. Why is he here? Business meeting with Leith. At least, that’s what he tells people. Leith had actually rented the whole restaurant, making it extra private, and extra romantic (The only unromantic part is the mob of angry couples that stormed the restaurant earlier, but oh well)

But typical Leith, always late to the date he set up himself. Sawyer thought of walking down to the 7/11 down the road to grab some snacks. But then, a fancy ass car that he doesn’t bother to know the name of it, pulled up in front of him. Leith, wearing sunglasses, despite being late. And a driving hazard.

L.P: “Waiting for me, i see? How nice of you”

He teased, the arrogant still potent from his tone

Sawyer didn’t respond with any remarks, he just opened the door for him. They walked into the empty restaurant, the waiter greeted them, before leading them to their table near the window.

The light spilled through thin glass, Making Harley’s sharp features more pronounced, and god doesn’t he look handsome? At least to Leith’s standards.. Which is low, but at least he loves him… Probably..

Leith ordered the steak, medium rare with fries, and Harley, ordered a grilled salmon, because salmon is a nutritional food, packed especially with 20 grams of protein, zero carbohydrates, and-

They ate in peace, the silence isn’t awkward nor is it uncomfortable, but peaceful, especially after a day of medical malpractice. As they quickly finished up their food, Leith finally broke the silence

L.P: “So, you got any-“

H.S: “Yes, i have plans tonight, no, it does not involve me naked in your bed, no, you can’t come over, no, i won’t make an exception, yes, i will be busy for the weekends.”

Rude. But fair, Leith deflated, and just went back to chewing his steak. The last of their food finally disappeared, as the moon continued to rise, they decided that’s its time to leave. Leith payed the bills full (in cash, because he’s a show off) and they left. Leith was accompanying Harley at the entrance, while waiting for his taxi, Leith opened his mouth for a last attempt at talking

L.P: “Y’know, my car is big enough for two people”

H.S: “No, thank you. Like i said, i have something to attend to.”

L.P: “Aw, come on~ You haven’t been over in days. Can’t a man get some affection from his lover anymore?”

H.S: “Not right now, Leith.”

Leith visibly frowned, but didn’t push further. He knew he can annoy him tomorrow at the factory.

Harley’s taxi finally came, they bid farewell, not before Leith pulled him into a chaste kiss, Harley only scoffed as they finally separated. Harley climbed the passenger seat of the taxi, before it drive off to the night, leaving Leith alone.

———

The next morning, Leith was seen unusually clingy with Sawyer. Eddie and Stella are visibly confused and concerned at this sight. They considered calling in a psychiatrist at this point (Either for them or for Leith, or Harley.. Honestly, put them all in physic wards)

(@_@)

[bangtanforlifeot7]

i swear i saw him and a cheerleader(?)

Sam’s stomach dropped as he stared at the pleated skirt and halter top hanging inside. The red fabric looked cheap and garish under the fluorescent lights, smelling faintly of stale perfume. Footsteps slapped against tile: Dean shoved through the door, shoulders tense.

Dean stopped dead, his eyes flicking from Sam’s pale face to the skirt. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his lips. "Well, ain’t that cute," he drawled, leaning against the lockers with a metallic thud. Sam scowled at the wicked glint in Dean’s eyes. "Just take me home," Sammy whispered, fists clenched at his sides. "Now."

Dean’s grin widened as he snatched the skirt off the hook, letting the cheap fabric drape over his fingers. "Relax, Sammy," he muttered, voice low and rough. "But you owe me." He tossed the halter top into Sammy’s trembling hands. Outside, rain hammered the asphalt as Dean shoved him toward the Impala, the car’s engine roaring to life.

prompt: high school freshman sammy getting pranked a lot. ok walk with me, talk with me. one day after gym class he opens his locker and his clothes are gone. his clothes are gone but there’s a pleated skirt, a red and white halter top. he gets the one kid he’s actually sort of friends with to go get dean— my brother, just go get my brother. dean, barging into the locker room like he’s thinking sam got his ass kicked, laughs when he sees it. it’s real but there’s something wicked in his eyes that sam doesn’t like. sam wants to go back to the motel. now. no jokes, no comments. just take me home, dean, alright? seriously.

dean takes him home. there’s a condition to it, though. the next day, rumors start passing around that dean winchester fucked one of the cheerleaders in his car during lunch. someone told another someone who heard it from these two girls who saw it all from the bleachers. dean doesn’t deny it, doesn’t confirm it either, but his tongue in cheek smirk says enough. and sam pretends it’s a good thing the pranks stop after that.