Babe

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Shoutout to those who aren’t writers or artists

That’s all those of you who don’t produce drawings or comics, fics or drabbles.

All of you who just reblog, only comment, don’t do anything but look and read.

This one’s for you.

Because you’re the likers, the sharers, the taggers, the ask-senders. The reviewers, the praise-givers, the supporters, the flailers. The response, the feedback, the reward for all that hard work. Sometimes the difference between giving up and continuing.

You’re the cornerstone, the heart and soul of this community. It wouldn’t exist without you. Please don’t ever ever think otherwise. Please don’t ever think you shouldn’t talk to the creators whose stuff you enjoy.

And please let me say this:

Thank you for being awesome.

VMin harmonising their part in Love Myself: Answer🥺🥺

The smile they give to each other after that🥰🥰

©️to the owner

P. S I Love You

Any Male x Reader.

I've been feeling like complete shit lately, despite having graduated from school. I'm the only one of my friends to not have been kissed yet let alone date and it sucks so I turn to fanfiction. This is a result of me not being able to sleep and wishing for a Peter Parker, originally it was going to be paired with him but I felt like every single person feeling as shit and lonely as I do right now, even the ones that don't, deserve to have the feeling I'm hoping to convey in this. It's unedited and I'm rusty so I'm sorry if it's terrible.

Turning the door handle, he thanked god that you had left it unlocked for him, simultaneously planning to lecture you for it later in the back of his mind once he slept long enough for his eyes to stop burning. The door shut loudly behind him, moving forcefully under the pressure of his body weight. Shit. The TV was on. His brain was too stuffed with cotton wool to hear it's gentle buzz.

You were not the type of person to retire with the device still active. But were you the type of person to fall asleep once out of your caffeine induced haze lying on the couch half heartedly watching Ross saying Rachel's name at the alter for the thousandth and first time while scrolling through social media? Yes. Yes, you were.

He peered over at your sleeping on the lounge. No. Not peered. That sounded creepy. He was not being creepy. The lounge was on his way to his room. He just happened to glance at you. He couldn't help it; you were so beautiful.

You had forgone a blanket due to the summer's heat, your bare legs tucked up close to your chest. One of your hands, the one you weren't using as a pillow, rested near your face. How perfectly would it fit in his? In peace, you slept, your lips slightly parted in almost a pout, allowing for you to take breath. You were stunning. Without makeup. Without product. You looked so flawlessly gorgeous despite the blemishes you saw in the damned mirror. He was about to retreat to his room when his heart swelled. Illuminated in the changing lights off the TV he noticed it. The top you wore, too big on you, only slightly, only enough to reveal a generous amount of flesh below your collarbone and around your shoulder. It was his.

God, he was in love with you. He knew this, apart of him did surely. Because no matter how many times he insisted that the two of you were merely friends, there was no denying the overwhelming desire-no, need- he felt to hold you in his arms right now. For the longest time he feared what people would think of the two of you together, you deserved someone so much better than him, he was sure of that. This fear was still in his mind but couldn't be heard over the deafening drumming of his heart and the tidal wave of cute couple things he wanted to do with you, if only you would allow him. But he couldn't risk it. He couldn't lose you. He'd rather hold you as a friend when you cried over the deaths of characters in the books and TV shows that you treasured than sit by himself and wonder who was doing so and cursing himself for letting his heart fall from his chest.

He loved you so much. He was determined you know it. When you were happy, he would be there, basking in the light of your smile. When you were sad, he would be there, a box of tissue and bar of chocolate in hand, prepared to do anything to make you smile. On the days when the world was out to get you, he wouldn't know what to do, but he's be there...ready...waiting for any sign of what you needed him to do. For Christmas and your birthday he'd jump hurdles and fight any bargin shopper to ensure you got what you wanted, what you deserved. Every Valentine's Day, he'd hand you a single rose, if you were dating or not, so you would know how much he treasuresyou. How much he loves you. Even if it's hidden in post scripts.

Master list.

thank you all so so much for 4,000 followers! when i made this blog back in october, i never thought i’d hit a hundred, let alone 4k. i have made so many wonderful friends on here and spoken to so many lovely people, and i would not be here without any of you. 

thank you for reading and sharing my fics. thank you for requesting and sharing your ideas. thank you for supporting me throughout my time on here. 

in honor, i’m gonna list my favourite blogs that i’ll forever follow and deserve all the love in the world. bolded blogs are my most favourite ones!

a - i

@anoriginalvampirediary @blxnk-spxces @celestial-writing @completedylantrash @dumbass-stilinski @dylanobsessed @dylan-ohbrien @dylan-trash-tbh @eternalmikaelson @fillthevoid-stilinski @fox-lau @geminioriginalsimagines @godessallison @holystilinski 

j - r

@justanothermagicalbeing @justfangstvdto @just-jordie-things @kaidiaries @kaiparker-imagines @kaiperfect @kmikaelsonimagines @lauraholliis  @lovelydob @malachaiparkerimagines @mf-despair-queen @mikaelson-imagines @minhosmeanhoe @mummybear @mystic-biscuit @niklausmikaelsonimagines @ninja-stiles @obrienimagines @officialmccall @onceuponagladerhead @oneshot-obssessed @peterpevensje @pluviophileveins @rememberstilinski

s - z

@sarcasticallystilinski @silverdaggered @skepticalstilinski @smutandahalf @sophisticatedstiles @sparklingstilinski @stilinski-jpeg @stydiabond @surpeme-bean @teamkaiforever @teenwolf-theoriginals @thelittlestkitsune @the-teen-original @tvdiaries-imagines @werewolfmutant @wolfiehunters @writing-obrien @ximaginingkaiparkerx

thank you all again so so much for 4k! 

remember when namjoon was like i aint helping y'all go do it yourself and then hobi ordered food in the tinniest way possible while the others stood there like 🥺🥺 they are just the sweetest lil meatballs :(