Question: does anyone want me to publish my Sterek works on my back up account @s-sterek?
I'm keeping the author's note from yesterday up just in case anybody reads this fic in the future and has a certain opinion on the whole thing.
I just want to say it again, thank you all so much for all this support and suffocating love. All the feedback and stuff.
Don't feel uncomfortable to tell me how you feel. There is always a chance that I will completely disagree with you, but there's also a chance that I'll agree so just keep telling me what you want to tell me. But I'll always give you guys a heads up on any topics I'm touchy about or that I get easily frustrated with. Thank you guys again for reading, I appreciate all of it. ❤️
Here's a gif of this beauty because I am always only putting Justin gifs like why why whyyyyy. Even people who are salty most of the time need some loving. 💘
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Zayn: Fuck me.
Zayn: Wait, don't, you're probably a catfish.
Justin gaped at the screen, shocked that Zayn would actually suggest such a thing. But he actually couldn't help but chuckle in the end because one, Zayn wanted to get down and dirty. Two, Zayn thought he was so hot that there was no way it was actually Justin.
Justin: im not a catfish, i swear!
Zayn: Sure...
Justin: come on zee, would i lie to you?
Zayn: Obviously. Catfish lie about their identity.
The Canadian rolled his eyes, because surely, Zayn couldn't honestly believe that he was faking it.
Justin: you're ridiculous.
Zayn: Yeah well, so are you if you think I'm actually going to believe that's actually you.
Justin: nonetheless, you owe me a picture.
Zayn: No I don't. For all I know you're a saggy old man who's looking to capture me. I refuse to let you see my face now.
