#louislouisohno

[zarryandtea]

Just so you folk know, I was louislouisohno and I am now zaynandtea [another song reference, Blur's Coffee And TV this time]. Just in case you're wondering who this person is!

[ohthativy]

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[zarryandtea]

Title: Plum Pairing: Zayn/Harry Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction and none of the events within genuinely took place.  Word Count: 2, 300 Summary: Not famous!AU.  Zayn has a lipstick fetish and Harry is a generous boyfriend, more than happy to oblige. -  He is a fainting maiden in a Victorian melodrama- over lipstick- but Harry’s mouth looks dangerous and Zayn wants it to slice him like a knife and leave waxy tattoos in it’s wake. A/N: This was originally intended to be written for a three sentence fic meme- the prompt being Harry/Zayn + anything to do with cosmetics. Clearly it... sort of took on a life of it's own.

[zarryandtea]

Zayn/Harry, anything to do with cosmetics. ♡

This may be 2300 words long. I hope you enjoy, darling. I've been beating myself up over it but it feels done now.

[zarryandtea]

Zouis. Au where they both work for different radio stations and talk to eachother through subliminal messages between songs (that remind them of eachother) ? :)

[I'm so super nervous about this one. I wasn't sure I could do what you were imagining real justice, so I sort of put a bit of a spin on it? It also breaks the three sentences rule & I couldn't work out how to format it for the best, but anyway-]

Louis chooses Dizzy Miss Lizzy the morning after [once he’s tracked it down]- says mind you could of just been pissed innit, that makes things spin too and beams like a total dork into his tea mug.

During his evening show, Zayn slips Sun King somewhat seamlessly between the Rizzle Kicks and Rihanna.

At eight am the next morning, Louis goes with Any Time At All and a cheeky- I’ll be the less subtle of the two us then, eh?.

Later, Zayn blushes fucking furiously whilst selecting Got To Get You Into My Life and says absolutely nothing once it’s over.

Of course, Louis sighs dramatically as soon as his mic’s switched on for his next show- you’re all brooding romance then, yeah? Suits you to be fair, here you go- and plays From Me To You.

Eleven hours later, Zayn replies with a oi bugger off sarky arse and goes with You Really Got A Hold On Me, imagining Louis’ scowling with far too much affection. 

Lastly, Louis plays I Wanna Be Your Man- confidence fading, heart spasming in his chest for the one minute fifty nine seconds that it plays and a curious sweat sticky at the nape of his neck- he needn’t worry though, because then Zayn’s there, outside of his studio when he leaves, unlit cigarette between his lips, two cardboard coffee cups in-hand and sporting another Beatles t-shirt. 

[zarryandtea]

zayn/perrie, university au

“Hey- are you, are you headed to the library?” He asks, fringe falling forwards as he leans a little closer so that she’ll hear him above the thundering din of the rain on the roof.

She blinks and beams, all blue and soft, hitches her bag higher on her shoulder- “‘fraid so, if I don’t drown on my way across. Reckon Davies would still want my essay by Tuesday if I did?” 

He can’t keep himself from mirroring her grin, a little roll of his eyes at the mention of their Lit lecturer- “For sure, death doesn’t earn extensions, Ms Edwards. I’m headed across too though- I could...?” He tugs out his hoodie, lifting it high enough for her to duck beneath it, “Makeshift umbrella, maybe?” 

[zarryandtea]

Title: We Are The Dead [2/5] Pairing: Louis/Zayn Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction and none of the events within genuinely took place. The title is taken from a song by David Bowie. Word Count: 2, 404 Warning[s]: Gender non-conformity/being gender queer, references to drug use [both illegal & prescription], a necrophilia-related metaphor. Summary: Blitz Kids!AU They had both been golden, Louis knows. They’d been stalked in awe; the prettiest post-punks London had to offer. Coils of smoke that nobody could catch. Nobody’s property to cage and label. Whenever Louis spirals down, he wonders what Bowie had desired from Zayn that he couldn’t give, too; he would of given anything. His signature for his soul and fifteen minutes of fame. His signature for his soul and his rightful place tucked close to Zayn’s side. He feels like half a boy without him and no matter what makeup has framed them, his blue eyes have been dulled since their last kiss good bye. A/N: This piece is inspired by the Blitz Club kids/Boy George's teenage years & early career/the filmWorried About The Boy. I um, started this pre-Liam's unimpressive spat with Boy George, and gosh didn't that feel awkward... Anyway. The next four chapters will flick back and forth between flashbacks and present time [presents for the eighties, anyway]. Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

[hungerpunch]

9 & 36 :)

9. What kind of person attracts you?

i like many different kinds of people! but i think across the board, no matter what kind of relationship i’m establishing with someone, i appreciate tolerance, an openness to discussion, an interest in the world, and someone who stays relatively positive and who isn’t prone to melodrama. 

36. The best thing that has happened to me this week?

being that it’s only tuesday night, i’m gonna go with the fact that my school & workplace called a snow day today! it was really nice to take the day and clean the house, do some laundry, hang out with my roommates, and organize my headspace a lil since it’s been chaotic lately. :) yay snow days!!!