I was tagged by the lovely @noshowolfie to list 10 songs I’m obsessed with at the moment. I don’t usually do this but I actually have some songs to share! So here we go!
1) Common by Zayn. Love this one so much!
2) There You Are by Zayn. This album. Killing me slowly but wonderfully.
3) Broken by lovelytheband. I wrote an entire Teen Wolf story to this song.
4) Dying Day by Brandi Carlile. I’ve been a huge fan of hers for so long and I’m so happy she’s getting the recognition she deserves now.
5) Bury a Friend by Billie Eilish. This is a new one for me. Introduced to me by my eldest daughter. Obsessed.
6) Satisfaction by Zayn. Yeah. There’s a bit of a theme here. This song makes me sad and happy at the same time.
7) Stranger Things soundtrack. I do a lot of writing to this music. The 80s synth vibe is very inspirational for some reason.
8) Rise. This song makes me very happy.
9) Too Much to Ask. This song makes me very sad.
10) And my beloved Bach. All the Bach. Especially for writing purposes. I could have done 10 Bach songs but I’ll just do one for now.
I’m not tagging anyone specifically but if anyone wants to do this I’d love to learn what you’re listening to :)
In your answer to Bix " You unlocked the porn!" you write "In my opinion it is not in character and not exactly what I want to happen next.". So um...what do you want to happen next?
Great question, though I’m afraid I don’t have a secret “here’s what happened next” scene to unlock. I’m sorry I made it sound like I have a definite idea when I don’t. I guess I feel like them skipping directly to shagging makes me feel like they’re leaving something out, because they haven’t been the same age with the same understanding of each other very long. But, they both really want to shag, so I assume they would. I guess I just want to be able to imagine multiple things happening next? Which is why I ended the fic where I did. Sorry this isn’t a great answer!
30) Pick one of your favorite quotes. I’m going with something from one of my favorite poems, Song, by Adrienne Rich. Please go read it if you haven’t before; it’s lovely.
You want to ask, am I lonely?Well, of course, lonelyas a woman driving across countryday after day, leaving behindmile after milelittle towns she might have stoppedand lived and died in, lonely
This is a good ask game! Please send me more if you feel like it--I’ll trade questions with anyone who sends an ask and reblogs the post!
Hey babe , for the prompt thing how about " Seduce Liam with love notes so Zayn stop pining" ?
Hope I did this justice babe xx
We follow a chilly winter’s morning, the atmosphere wasstill buzzing with the week-past New Year’s Eve celebrations as hopefulresolution-keepers bounded back and forth with promises of activity.
The scene is modern-time New York, the streets covered inwhite, slippery ice; cars grounded and parked under heaps of settled snow,people trudging through inches of ice in sturdy boots and water-proof pants. Alonesome coffee shop stands tucked into the corner of a brownstone, its whiteand red shop sign glistening with ice under the faint sunlight.
The four members of the shop’s founding crew were dashingabout busily, their coffee concoctions and warm pastries a hit with theholiday-exhausted crowd. Customers were ducking into the warmth of the shop,just to escape the bite of the snow-chilled air, only to be comforted by theintoxicating scent of brewing coffee and fresh baked goods.
The marble counter span an entire side of the shop; it was aglass-covered counter at the end where all their pastries, breads, pies, cakes,cheesecakes, croissants and buttery, sticky varieties of baklava.
The busy lines were branching out from the middle of thecounter, where a loud, mouthy man with piercing blue eyes and a Yorkshireaccent, stood accepting money and shouting out orders.
Behind him, a blond man with an infectious grin was boundingback and forth from the espresso machine and the syrup station, deftlyswitching coffee cups around with nimble, seasoned fingers.
Another man came out from behind the hidden door in thecorner of the shop, where the baked goods were kept, with a proud, dimpledsmile and a tray full of hot biscuits.
And right at the back of the shop, far away from the crowdsand his manically busy friends, sat a quiet but observant man, who looked likehe wanted to be elsewhere, like he wanted to escape into his mind.
His name was Zayn, a boy who had once come to New York as avery young 19 year-old with his three other friends, looking to write out hisdreams. This was a boy who had failed miserably at achieving his dreams, enoughto fall on hard times. The solution was soon decided simple: get a loan andopen a coffee shop, supplying the one thing New Yorkers could survive anapocalypse with.
It had worked, tremendously so, and while Louis, Harry andNiall had been ecstatic at the success of their conjoined business, Zayn hadstill felt an ache of regret.
Currently, he sat doodling idly on a napkin, which belongedto their shop, the name ‘Just Brew It’ etched in a cursive brown font overwhite. Niall had been the one to come up with the name, claiming Shia LaBeoufas inspiration.
**
Back at the end of the line was stood a frazzled and verylate Liam Payne. Usually, he couldn’t give a rat’s arse about being early, hisPA gracious enough to handle any problems before he lazily popped in at 11am.But today was different. He was supposed to be at a meeting with an importantclient, the sort who’d happily invest millions of dollars into Liam’s companyif he was buttered just the right way.
But he needed to be charming, and in order to be charming,he needed coffee. Desperately.
And that is why he was stood on a Tuesday morning, detestingthe loud crowds around him who were enjoying the cold in a coffee shop thatlooked ordinary enough. But, it was the closest to his office right now andLiam didn’t want to risk a 10 minute drive to his favourite coffee place withthe risk of getting stuck in traffic.
A child was crying loudly next to him, sat on a chair besidea stressed-looking mum and Liam was sure he going to join the crying child soonif he didn’t get his caffeine fix.
He loosened his tie, before changing his mind and doing itup again, he can’t look even a tiny bit off, he was dressed to impress. He scannedthe large interior of the shop, eyes roving casually over the baristas and atall man who was holding a tray of what looked like biscuits.
Liam froze to a stop, as his eyes locked onto the silhouetteof a young man. He couldn’t see much of the man; his head full of shock blackhair was ducked down, arms littered in numerous tattoos, shown off by ashort-sleeved work tee. A light scruff on his jaw was all Liam could make ofhis face until –
His breath was taken away, quite literally, when the man,the boy, looked up to face hiscoworker who came over to him. And when the boy smiled, a sweet and serenething, beautifully glinting eyes crinkling up and a perfectly angled nose thatheld a hint of scrunch, Liam’s jaw weakened and he feared he was about to startdrooling.
The boy’s face was enough to stir something up inside ofLiam, something that had been silenced a long time ago, an urge to possess, anurge to ruin but in the mostdelicious way possible.
God, was heactually stood here in a coffee shop lusting after a random barista? He fannedhimself with his suit jacket inconspicuously, looking around to make sure noone saw that.
He edged slowly up the line, people in front of him leavingone by one, but he kept his eyes trained on the boy, he couldn’t help himself.Seconds turned into minutes and yet Liam still couldn’t take his eyes off him.
***
“Zaynie!” Niall rushed up to him as he was doodling still,and he looked up at his friend, gracing him with a small smile. Niall’sliveliness was always infectious, his cackling laughter some of the best noisesZayn has ever heard.
“What’s up?”
“Louis wants to know why you’re brooding again.” Niallstated bluntly, head tilting backwards where Louis was pretending not tolisten.
With a huff, Zayn replied, “I’m not brooding – no, honestlyI’m not.” He emphasized as his friendlooked doubtful.
“Just, I feel like there’s nothing to look forward to thisyear. I dunno, is this what seasonal depression feels like?”
Louis, who had given up all pretense of not listening, cameover and tapped Niall on the shoulder to let him take over the orders. Hisperceived stare bore through Zayn, the latter of whom squirmed uncomfortablyunder the scrutiny.
“Listen, mate, how about we use that money we saved and getyou to – “
Zayn hastily replied with a resounding no, that money was for when it all went balls up, and he wasn’tgoing to waste it just because he felt homesick or bored.
“Oi, Louis! Here’s a Midlander for ya!” Niall called outfrom his position at the cash register, a wide grin threatening to split hisface as he chatted merrily with a customer.
Louis turned around with a confused expression, “What, issomeone cosplaying again?”
Zayn snorted and got up from his seat, determined to end theuncomfortably deep conversation he was having with Louis. He walked towardsNiall with a smile, “Nah, it just means the person is from –“
But the rest of his sentence never made it out of his throatbecause apparently someone ran away with his tongue. Someone who looked a lot like the man standing in front of him;regarding Zayn with calculating yet warm brown eyes.
Zayn took a few seconds to take him in, he seemed to beolder than him, late 30s maybe? He hadthose aforementioned gentle brown eyes, an adorably appropriate button nose andlips that were made to sin.
How were they so red? –
A loud clearing of the throat snapped him out of his reverieand he winced and realized he had been staring at the customer’s lips. Hischeeks flushed heavily and he ducked down behind Niall who was turningviolently purple from holding in his laughter. The dick.
A deep voice brought his attention back to the man who onlyamusedly murmured, “That’s Outlander, actually,” in a familiar yet foreignaccent. He was English and his accent was maybe close to where Louis and Zaynoriginated from, but it had a slight tang of New York phasing out of it.
So, he was someone who has lived here long, Zayn thoughtabsently as he kept his eyes trained on the cup in front of him, uncapping amarker before looking up at the man again.
“Your name?” He rasped out, clearing his throat andhopefully his thoughts of anything too inappropriate.
…Is what you’ll shoutwhen I finally get you under me, Liam thought, before mentally giving hisbrain a slap. He was here for coffee not to pick a barista up.
“Liam,” he assuredly stated, a bit of his lost confidence inthe face of beauty (literally)returning to his demeanour.
He was confident and assertive in the way he uttered his name, and Liamwas a name Zayn felt he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. He blushed lightly at hisown thoughts and got to work quickly, unknowingly tugging at the heart stringsof a man who thought that love was lost to him.
***
Right, so Zayn was definitely, properly, gone for Liam. Everything about the man endeared and sethim on fire simultaneously. Those eyes as they crinkled up in a rare laugh atsomething Zayn said, that cute button nose that always takes the time to sniffat Harry’s baked goods appreciatively, and those lips that curve perfectlyaround his name.
Liam had been coming round to the coffee shop for over amonth now and with the weather slowly warming up and Valentine’s Day fastapproaching, Zayn was adamant to date Liam.
He’s got this coffee coloured birthmark that he feels is somesort of fated clue; Liam was always dressed professionally and ratherdeliciously in suits with perfectly knotted ties. Zayn’s favourite was the greycheck-patterned suit paired with a white shirt and a pink silk pocket square.
Liam had been going to a charity gala wearing that suit,he’d informed Zayn , as he stood idly in front of the marble counter, on a lessbusy evening while Zayn waited for the espresso to brew.
Zayn remembered he could hardly keep his eyes off the man, hishair shorn down to a buzzcut with the slightest hint of silver around histemples. But he was soon caught, as amused brown eyes met his as Zayn finallyfinished doing a body scan on Liam.
The boy had blushed intensely before turning his back onLiam, pretending to keep busy with the espresso, even though he had to do nothing;the machine was doing all the work.
A slight chuckle was all he heard before the machine drippedthe dark brown liquid down into the waiting shot glass. A few minutes later, hefinished preparing the man’s drink and handed it over to him with a smallsmile.
“Thank you,” was all Liam murmured to him before he wasgraced with a wink and the man soon left after.
And that isexactly why Zayn is confused; Liam seems to show interest in the way he regardsZayn, the way his stare makes the boy’s cheeks flame, the little flirty momentsand smirks Liam throws his way.
A month of flirtyconversations and suggestive looks and yet not even an invitation to a drink?
Yeah, he was confused.
So he did what any person in a confusing situation might do,he turned to his friends. But as he filled his three friends in on histroubles, three very sly, almost Cheshire cat-like grins awaited him. He couldpractically see Louis rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
What the fuck did hejust get himself into?
***
Harry opted to help him out first, which was rather helpfulof his friend, Zayn thought, but all that ground to a halt when he heard hisfriend’s idea.
“A love note?”Zayn all but exclaimed incredulously as he lounged on their shared couch in thelittle apartment they shared not a long way away from the shop.
Harry who was currently perched on Louis’ lap (“My baby may have outgrown me, but he’s stillmy baby!”) nodded enthusiastically at him, jostling his boyfriend’s grip onhis beer bottle.
“Watch it!”
Harry only frowned down at Louis before turning back toZayn, ignoring his boyfriend’s irritated huff.
“Trust me, Liam’s gonna love it and he’s going to be beggingto know who it’s from!”
Zayn sighed quietly, mulling over the proposed idea.
The television blared loudly as Niall sat on the carpetedfloor in front of it, staring unblinkingly at Tiger Woods moving around on agolf course. Louis looked like he was close to dozing off, his head alreadyleaning against Harry’s shoulder and his beer bottle now lying empty on thefloor.
Great, so thosetwo were no help.
He remained unconvinced by the idea of an unsigned love notefor Liam but Harry’s dimples deepened invitingly and those trustworthy, greeneyes finally groaned an agreement out of him.
God help him.
The next morning, Harry was acting like someone hadwillingly handed a baby over to him and named him Mick; he was dashing about,throwing smug grins at Zayn who only rolled his eyes at the impish behaviour.
When Zayn had asked him that morning, before the doors tothe shop were opened, what he had written in the love note, Harry had onlyshaken his head in a scolding manner before ordering him to start the service.
Soon, Liam was stood in front of the cash register, orderinghis usual coffee to-go, grinning at Louis as they made small talk. Zayn wastucked in the shadows at the end of the shop, keeping an eye on Harry as he boundedup to Liam with a pastry package. He shoved it at a perplexed Liam beforerather loudly proclaiming, “From a secret admirer!”
Zayn groaned internally and hid his head in his hands, trustMr. “I’m a baker!” to want to seduce a man with a baked pastry. When he lookedback up, Liam was stood a little way down the marble counter to the side wherethere were no customers. He was preoccupied with the pastry bag, those adorablebushy eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he pulled out a card. His eyes roveover the card before he pursed his lips in an odd expression.
Oh wow, this was Liam trying to hold in his laughter.
Wait –
He was laughing atthe card, oh God, what did Harry do?
Mind made up, he casually strolled past the cash register,pretending to straighten up the syrup station before he noticed Liam.
“Oh! Liam, didn’t see you there, mate. What’s that you’vegot?” He asked as nonchalantly as possible, although going by Louis’ scoff hemay have come across as too eager.
But the man didn’t mind sharing the ridiculous card, a largegrin gracing his usually subdued features. He flipped the card towards Zayn andheld it up. The boy took a look; it was a pink and white Valentine’s card witha smiling cartooned hammer and a nail looking at each other. The caption said:“I want to nail you! Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Zayn paled considerably as Liam took his expression ashorrified judgment and laughed loudly.
“This is properly hilarious, and kind of unnecessary.” Liamsaid, casually looking up at Zayn but his attention still on the god-awfulcard.
“Unnecessary?” Zayn stuttered out.
“Yeah, it’s just whoever this is clearly wants no-stringsattached and I mean at this point in my life, I’m not looking for that. I’mlooking for something permanent.” He proclaimed, the words hanging meaningfullybetween them before Liam rapped the counter with his knuckles and headed outwith a goodbye.
Zayn stood there, utterly embarrassed yet still determined,if he was to judge Liam’s intent gaze towards him as he stated his wish for afuture.
And yes, he wanted exactly that. He wanted a future withLiam, where instead of sharing small smiles and awkward small talk over themarble counter, he shared soft, gentle pecks and warm hugs with a murmured good morning.
He sighed heavily and banged his forehead against themarble.
Right, time to break out the big guns. Tommo to the rescue.
***
Louis was very secretive about his idea, even went as far asto claim it was a gift. Now that confused Zayn, because Louis had packed the‘gift’ into a very thin brown bag to go with Liam’s Sunday coffee and breakfastthat he always took at the shop.
Sundays were also pretty stressful for Zayn; not just thatcustomers were milling in by the tens, rather a very intense looking Liam Paynesat in close proximity to where Zayn usually stood behind the counter. Hisknees felt weak every time they made eye contact, something hot and stormybrewing in those brown orbs.
But as Liam reached for his breakfast sandwich, somethingheavy like a booklet falls out of the brown packaging. Confusedly, he reacheddown for the long booklet that looked more like a cheque book but the vibrantpink and purple colours assured him it wasn’t.
He raised his head and looked around, maybe someone slippedit in or left it accidentally, but he paused as he flipped it around to readwhat was written on it.
Across the shop, Zayn held his breath as Liam looked aroundhim at the customers chatting away before finally zeroing in on Louis.
Zayn frowned as he watched Liam stand up from his chair andstride determinedly towards Louis before seeming hesitant to talk to him.
“Mate?” Louis has noticed now that Liam is stood in front ofhim, but he doesn’t see the cheque book like gift clutched in Liam’s fist.
The older man clears his throat uncomfortably, beforeraising the booklet to Louis’ eye level.
“Um, Louis, I appreciate the gift but, um, I’m not sure youand I – “
But Zayn zoned out of what Liam was saying, no his attentionwas on the booklet that Liam was waving around.
“Sex Favours for You,” it proclaimed in a loud, black textas Zayn felt like he needed to change state into a liquid form so he couldgladly sink down a drain.
Shamefaced, his cheeks burned red as he watched Liamcontinue his speech apparently letting Louis down gently.
But his friend only chuckled, causing Liam to stop and raisehis eyebrows.
“Mate! It’s not from me,it’s from your secret admirer.” Louis set the record straight, with a smugexpression fixed on his face.
Liam’s face cleared itself of the discomfort, and he laughedlightly and flapped the book around comically. For some reason, he snuck a lookat Zayn, who hurried to look busy and not like he was shamelesslyeavesdropping.
The man cleared his throat and went to a nearby bin,dropping the booklet unceremoniously and without any doubts. Zayn held hisbreath; what did this mean for him? Sure, Liam said he wasn’t interested inonly sex but had looked at him rather significantly before throwing the giftaway.
Seriously, what was he going to do now?
***
Zayn flopped onto his belly with a groan on his bed. Niallpatted his leg affectionately before falling silent; the only sounds in theroom were Zayn’s heavy breathing and Niall’s constant munching on crisps.
“Zaynie…” Niall started gently, before sighing anddiscarding his packet of snacks to the side before manhandling Zayn to facehim.
“Stop it,” he warned him, flicking Zayn’s nose. “You’reoverthinking this, mate. You like him right? Just tell him! Or if it’s easierfor you, write it down and give it to him.”
Zayn’s voice wobbled as he managed a, “Niall, I think I lovehim.” The boy turned back onto his belly, hiding his face in his pillow, eyesfilled with tears.
But Niall jumped up off the bed landing with a thump on thefloor.
“That’s it!” He reached over to Zayn’s work desk, a mess ofscripts and unfinished works, before taking out a writing pad and offering itto Zayn with a pen.
“Write what you love about him,” Niall ordered Zayn who onlystared at his friend in a daze before he was sitting up and accepting the padand pen.
“What’s that gonna do?” Zayn’s voice rasped out, tears stillevident in his tone.
“Solve your fecking problems!” Niall turned ratherdramatically and marched out of Zayn’s bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Words were his thing, had always been his specialty, evenwhen they failed to get him his dream career. That’s what he did best. So Zaynput pen to paper and started writing, loopy handwriting shaping out the profoundsort of love he felt for Liam.
***
The next day Liam doesn’t show up until the evening; clad ina black tux this time, hair grown out and artfully styled, a small smilegracing his features as he greeted Zayn.
The boy was subdued Liam noticed, more so than usual, andhis odd behaviour worried the man who didn’t like seeing Zayn like this, likesomeone had snuffed out the light inside of him.
Zayn was chewing incessantly on his bottom lip, refusing tomake eye contact with Liam but soon Niall brought his order out with a biggrin.
Liam accepted it with and absent-minded thanks, and turnedaround to leave before he realized something was wrong halfway out of the shop.His coffee cup was empty; rather it was full of papers, he realized perplexedly,as he shook it back and forth and heard a rustling.
Confused beyond belief and fearing something inappropriateyet again, he slowly edged the lid off and stared down at the messy mound ofchits, loopy handwriting staring up at him.
The first chit was unrolled and it read, “I love the way hesmirks at me with those unbelievable looking lips.”
Liam huffed at the sentence, bizarre as it was, he couldn’thelp but notice the word ‘love’. His heart skipped a beat and he reached foranother chit, oblivious to the four sets of eyes on him, one particular setbelonged to a rather nervous and teary-eyed boy.
The second one read, “I love the way he always says goodmorning even if he’s having a shit day.”
A third chit said, “I love the way his eyes twinkle when hetalks about his family.”
“I love the little coffee-coloured birthmark on his neck.”
“I love that he always takes the time to get to knowpeople.”
“I love the suits he wears almost every day.”
“I love the fact that even though he doesn’t love me, healways makes sure I’m okay.”
At the last one, Liam furrowed his eyebrows, emotionsflitting from happiness to complete confusion. Who was this person? And how didthey know him so well? He was about to look up to ask Niall, when he noticed afinal chit at the bottom of the empty cup.
“I love you, Liam. Always.
- Zayn xx”
Liam’s breath whooshed out of him, and he looked up at theboy with his mouth agape.
Zayn loved him? Him?
Finally, the last puzzle piece shifted into place; the boyhe was head over heels for was actually interested in him, in Liam. He could scarcely believe hisluck, not only was he under the impression that Zayn wasn’t interested in him,Liam was always aware of the significant age gap between them.
He huffed out a breath incredulously before forcing himselfto move. But he didn’t make his way towards Zayn like his heart was pushing himto.
He forced himself to walk out the door determinedly.
Zayn watched the love of his life walk out of the coffeeshop, possibly to never return. The coffee shop was completely empty ofcustomers and Zayn couldn’t help but let out a wounded noise as he sank to theground, arms wrapped around himself.
He felt hands on him, comforting words murmured into hishair, but he didn’t care. Liam had taken one look at the person behind thesilly notes and decided he didn’t want any of it. All of his fears had cometrue.
He doesn’t know how long he sat there, knees aching, cryinginto his friends’ embraces, before a loud bang jolted him.
Footsteps hurried towards them, and he heard Louis shoutout, “What the fuck do you want now?”
All of a sudden, he felt the warmth of Harry leave him, andZayn felt shocked at the loss before it was replaced by another person. Liam.
“Darling, don’t cry,” Liam cooed in his ear, lips pressinggently onto his tear-stained cheeks.
Zayn let out a confused sob as he cautiously looked up atLiam, who only tutted quietly at him, cupping his cheeks with large hands. Afleeting kiss was pressed into his forehead and Zayn leaned into the wonderfulfeeling before Liam was wiping his tears for him.
Still sitting on the floor like a dolt, Zayn attempted tosort himself out as best he could, scrubbing his face clean of tears andrunning a haphazard hand through his hair.
Liam gazed patiently at Zayn before murmuring to the boy, “Now,I still have an event to get to, darling, but I was wondering if you were freetomorrow?”
“Tomorrow? Why?” The boy asked with an adorably confused expressionon his face.
Liam beamed at him, “Yeah, there’s this art gallery openingI want to take you to.”
Zayn’s mouth gaped open, eyes wide as they gazed up at Liam,“You – you’re taking me to an art show? Like – on a date?”
The man nodded and chuckled at Zayn’s answering grin,pressing more lingering kisses onto the boy’s cheeks before moving away tostand up.
Zayn stood up with him, noting how his friends had alreadyleft, probably to grace him with the last shred of dignity he had left. Liamreached over to the marble counter, where he picked up a beautiful bouquet ofwhite roses and offered it gently to Zayn.
“White roses for my Yorkshire boy.”
Liam leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth softly,before smiling at him and turning away to the doors of the shop. He stopped atthe doors and turned back to Zayn and called out.
“See you tomorrow, darling. I’ll pick you up.”
And with that final sentence, the love of Zayn’s life walkedout again, this time leaving the boy with a heart bursting full of joy and asmile that lasted for hours as he buried his nose in the beautiful flowers allnight.
@yaz-the-spaz and @noshowolfie tagged me to do this. Probably I’m gonna put some answer different from another tags, but what can I say, I have a lot of faves.
1. Nicknames? Pomba (my name in Portuguese), Pombinha (diminutive of Dove in Portuguese), and my english speaker friends call me Dovie.
2. Gender? Female
3. Star Sign? Gemini
4. Height? 164 cm
5. Time? 10:43
6. Birthday? 12th June
7. Favourite Bands? Hmmm, dunno if I have a fave fave band, but I love Backstreet Boys.
8. Favourite Solo Artists? Liam Payne, Zayn, Adele, Beyoncé.
9. Song Stuck In My Head? Get Low by Zedd ft Liam Payne
10. Last Movie I Watched? Star Wars: The Last Jedi.
11. Last Show You Watched? Teen Wolf Season 3.
12. When Did You Create Your Blog? It was in February last year! I can’t believe I’m gonna make Blogversary next month!
13. What Do I Post? Ziam, my fics, fic recs, edits, all 1D/Ziam based, and some random I think is useful or nice or pretty.
14. Last Thing I Googled? Tyler Hoechlin chest hair. I regret nothing.
15. Do You Have Any Other Blogs? Not really.
16. Do You Get Asks? Here and there, yeah.
17. Why Did You Choose Your URL? My name+my ship. Easy. haha
18. Following? 241
19. Followers? Some really nice people, to whom I would like to quote Get Low “It's hard to know what you see in me” but I love y’all!
20. Favourite Colour? I love pink and black.
21. Average Hours Of Sleep? 4 or 5 or less (rip)
22. Lucky Number? I like to see all numbers as lucky ones.
24. What Am I Wearing? Gray shorts and white t-shirt. A basic gurl.
25. How Many Blankets Do I Sleep With? One or none.
26. Dream Job? Writer!
27. Dream Vacation? London and Boipeba, a Brazilian island)
28. Favourite Food? Bread. LMAO SORRY FOR BEING LAME
29. Nationality? Brazilian
30. Favourite Song? She, by Charles Aznavour. I’m an old lady.
