#mohawkpayne

[realityruinedmylifeandstuff]

mohawkpayne replied to your post “when people I personally snap don’t snap me back but have a snap...”

butch I haven't gotten a snap from you in forever ����

bitch i might have been snapping your old user name ahdsjfdlksjkl

[1994gay]

ME

[paradisewithziam]

mohawk liam orrrrr buzzcut liam

Mohawk Liam era cause gotdam👅👅👅👅💧💦

[ziamfanfiction]

i really love your icon!!! sorry i knwo its not fic related but its just so beautifu!

oh thank you. @mohawkpayne made it so she is the genius behind it :D

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As an apology for all of the angst, here’s a fluff scene I wrote when I was trying to work out my writers block. Inspired by @mohawkpayne

“Can you sing that song for me and Papa?”

Liam watches from the entranceway as Zayn smiles fondly, nose wrinkling as he nods and lifts Liam’s son onto his lap. He looks soft, the thick sweater he knicked from Liam loose around his shoulders and bunching at his elbows, hair fallen in front of his forehead and sleep still in his features. Oliver is the opposite, a brightness in his eyes as he wiggles excitedly in Zayn’s lap.

“But be quiet,” Zayn says gently. “Papa is still sleeping.”

His son nods, settling back against Zayn’s chest as Zayn positions his hands over the keys in front of him. Liam hasn’t touched the piano since he has bought it and always thought it to be a waste of money, but he is glad for it now that Zayn is here.

The music is soft, floating through the room and his son hums along, like he has heard it over and over again though it is new to Liam.

“I want to lend you my coat,” Zayn sings softly, cheek pressing to Oliver’s temple. “One that’s as soft as your cheek.”

Warmth fills Liam’s chest as he watches on, mixing in with something else he doesn’t want to put a name on, isn’t sure he wants to embrace it just yet.

“So when the world is cold,” his son sings along, not as quietly as Zayn, but Liam doesn’t mind - loves the way their voices float through the house, even if he wasn’t already awake. “You’ll have a hiding place you can go.”

Zayn turns to press his lips to his son’s temple before he moves his fingers back gracefully over the keys, his son singing a soft ‘oooh-oo-oo’.

“Everything I need I get from you,” Zayn sings louder, eyes finding Liam for a moment. His lips tug upwards, something in his eyes that matches the feeling in Liam’s chest before he looks back at the piano. “Givin’ back is all I wanna do.”

[agentnavi]

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8:  Want any tattoos?

Yes! So many lmao. I actually have a list that I’ve been keeping of all my ideas of things I want. I’m thinking my first will either be Navi from Legend of Zelda or a phoenix 😁

[taecheeks]

my first instinct is to honestly say smut, because you write it really well, i never feel like i'm pulled out of the story when it starts, it flows well (far superior to el james, don't sell yourself so short) but i also love how well you characterize not only Liam and Zayn (which you do flawlessly) but the other boys as well, even when their minor they don't fall into fic stereotypes and it makes reading your stuff so much better, Im never distracted or pulled away from the story by characters.

Aw babe thank you so much this means a lot!!! I wasn’t sure who else to compare myself too author wise :p catch me in a few years AK Zipple :p

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mohawkpayne answered your post: ziam shippers are called ziamies?

i thought it was ziamists…

i have heard that one before but i dunno lmao