#oh zayn

[triski73]

"I didn't learn anything in Japan"

- Zayn Malik

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Re: Zayn's recent narrative about why/how he left 1D - I wondered about the public image of "I left because I wanted to be savvy and ahead of the curve" vs "I was sick, overwhelmed, couldn't take it anymore". As he's starting this new venture and clearly trying to do things in a big way musically/business-wise, perhaps he and his PR peeps have decided that a narrative based on Zayn's illness and sensitivity (??) is not the right move at this time. Better to promote a more savvy image at this time, perhaps.

I think there are lots of reasons that he might not want to present his decision to leave in terms of his vulnerability. Image is one of them, what he wants to talk about publicly, but also just how he sees himself.

I do think everything is probably true though - decisions are complex.

[erensfeed]

SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERYDAY😭😭😭😭🫵🏽. SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERYDAY SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVEYRDYA DHES GTTEING THAT DICK EVERYDAY SHES GETTING THAG

[chuluoyi]

3.0 — cosmic encounter

[tojicide]

my girl wiener is so hard right now??? grew a tail and it’s wagging fast as hell??? i hear meowing and it’s not coming from my mouth??? the fic ideas are already swirling in my head… you’re gonna be SICK OF ME!!!

[samijey]

and the boyfriend of the year award goes to.........

[boobearymuch]

A Promise

Summary: You locked yourself away in the bedroom after getting home, and when Zayne called you over for dinner, you took the plate to go. At that point, perhaps someone braver than Zayne would have followed you and finally talked it out. Zayne sat alone and ate in silence instead. Tags: Zayne/Reader, gender-neutral, fluff, light angst Word Count: 1.4k read on ao3 | masterlist

Careful tapping filled the tense silence of your apartment—accompanied by your occasional stomping to the kitchen and back—as Zayne typed away at his laptop. It was getting dark out, and it was usually around this hour when patient forms and research articles blurred into an incoherent mess. The doctor looked up from his screen, blinking away the strain in his hazel eyes, before glancing around. “Love, have you seen my glasses?” You don’t respond. Instead, he hears your heavy footfall in the next room until the bedroom door abruptly swings open. Zayne glances at you, and you impatiently present him with the article he’s looking for. Except, you’re holding them by the lens. Zayne says nothing as he accepts the smudged glasses. 

“Have fun reading.” You mutter under your breath and stomp back to the bedroom. Zayne simply stares at the dirty glasses for a moment before sighing and shutting his laptop. You’re angry. Still angry. Have been since your hospital visit this afternoon. And Zayne isn’t sure how to approach you, so—like a coward—he busied himself with work to avoid your ire. He managed to convince himself you needed space, that you would pout and cross your arms for a bit, but ultimately come around to see his side of things. That never happened. You locked yourself away in the bedroom after getting home, and when Zayne called you over for dinner, you took the plate to go. At that point, perhaps someone braver than Zayne would have followed you and finally talked it out. Zayne sat alone and ate in silence instead. 

He pinched the bridge of his noise and inhaled deeply. Right. 

The bedroom door creaked as Zayne gently pushed it open to find you scrolling away on your phone. You were resting, at least, like he suggested you did. “Have you taken your vitamins yet? I can bring you a glass of water.” His soft gaze never left you. 

You didn’t even glance up from your phone. “Why? Gonna tell Jenna if I don’t?” Well, then, there was no avoiding it now. 

Zayne stepped further into the bedroom. “No, but it would make your doctor feel better if you did.” You did glance at him this time, albeit briefly, to glare. “We should talk about this.”

Your nostrils flared at the statement. “Oh, so now you want my opinion?” 

“I’ve always valued your opinion.” Zayne sat at the opposite end of the bed now, and you groaned as you turned away from him. He’s never seen you like this. At least, not with him. Knowing he was at the root of your anger weighed painfully on his chest. It hurt to breathe, even. “But when it comes to your health, I am always going to prioritize your well-being. No matter what.”

“You went behind my back, Zayne.” Your voice was low, spine facing him, but he hung on your every word. “You just went ahead and told my captain I’d be taking the week off before you even told me.”

“I…regret that.” Zayne clasped his hands together awkwardly, “I should have let you known first. Listened to you.” When you said nothing, he let out a small breath, “But I am not letting myself regret making you take the week off.”

At this, you finally sat up to whirl around and huff at him. “That wasn’t your choice to make. It was mine. My choice.”

Zayne met your heated gaze with an intensity of his own. “You walked into my office half-dead and bleeding—”

“I was not half-dead, it was a concussion!”

“Well, you scared me half to death. How could I, in good conscience, just let you return to work like that?” Your mouth opened, then closed. Did you have any idea how terrified he was? “When I saw you,” Zayne paused to swallow around nothing, “My first thought was, how many more times will I have to see you like that?” His brow furrowed, and those green eyes desperately darted to the bandage on your forehead.

“It’s part of the job.” Your voice held no bite to it. Instead, you watched him as closely as he watched you now, “You know that.”

“I know that.” He repeated, “I know.” His jaw clenched, and his voice came out smaller than he expected it to, “...And what if you don’t make it to the hospital next time?” You inhaled sharply and looked away now, head dropping to distract yourself with Zayne’s bedding. “You constantly throw yourself into harm’s way, again and again, with little regard to your heart condition. Can you blame me for taking matters into my own hands?” He watched the fabric of his comforter scrunch underneath his fist. 

You seemed considerably calmer now and managed a glance at him. “...I really worried you today, didn’t I?”

“I am always worried. More than I’d like to admit.” He added softly.

The moment hung in the air for several seconds. “You could have just told me that from the beginning, you know.” You mumbled—face burning—and Zayne finally looked up, “I know I tend to ignore your medical advice, but if I had known how you were really feeling, I would have listened to you. Anything to reassure you.”

Zayne knew that already. He knew, deep down, you might agree to taking time off. But his heart reacted before his mind did; he feared the worst. If only he were better at expressing himself, this entire conversation could have been avoided. Guilt sank his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

The bed dipped, and you were suddenly mere inches from him. He said nothing as you grabbed his hand and laid his palm flat against your clothes. Over your heart. “Do you feel that?” You whispered, eyes searching his. Zayne’s breath hitched in his throat; the gentle drum of your heart beat faster than usual, “It’s still beating, thanks to you.” Your fingers curled around his, and Zayne took the moment to ground himself. You were so warm, so alive. You were okay. “I will always make it home to you, Zayne,” Your other hand gently thumbed his cheek, “I promised my doctor I would, after all.” 

He averted his gaze, embarrassed, as a breathy chuckle left him. Zayne felt ridiculous. You were the one with a concussion, yet here you were comforting him. “Can you make another promise? To just me?”

You perked up, clearly in a better mood now, “Anything.”

He brought your hands together to clasp them in his larger ones, “Promise me,” Then he brought them to his lips, “you’ll remember I’m always here for you.”

The kiss he placed on your knuckles brought the first smile to your lips all day. “What a sap.” You murmured timidly, and averted your eyes from Zayne’s. But he didn’t relent; this was the closest you’ve both been since your argument began this afternoon. You had no idea how sorely he itched to be at your side, to be within arm’s reach of whatever you could possibly want or need. Now that the matter was settled, he had no intention of letting you slip away. 

“Rest now,” And he kissed your hands again just because he could, “I’ll grab your vitamins and make tea.” He reluctantly pulled away to do just that—and completely missed the impish glint in your eye. Before Zayne could fully stand, a swift pair of arms wrapped themselves around his neck and tugged. A grunt of surprise left him as he fell forward and braced himself just in time to avoid crushing you. Wide eyes met your twinkling gaze, and you had the audacity to laugh at his expression. “Your concussion—”

“Don’t leave me, Dr. Zayne!” You wailed dramatically, “The only vitamin I need right now is vitamin you.”

“Stop.” His ears burned hot with embarrassment before you even finished your sentence. You’ve used that line before, every time he offered you vitamins, in fact. He should’ve seen it coming, honestly.

“And why should I? You’re too easy to tease,” You laughed to yourself and brushed disheveled bangs out of his flustered eyes. Then your gaze softened, “Come here?”

Zayne hesitated. “I shouldn’t. You need to rest properly.” But your arms only tugged at his shoulders impatiently.

“I can’t rest properly unless you come closer.” Zayne sighed, but smiled down at you gently. You could read him like an open book by now, and something told Zayne this was more for his benefit than your own. 

“Just for a few minutes.” Zayne carefully lowered himself to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, arms instantly wrapping themselves around your waist, “And then you’re taking your vitamins.”

“Mhm…” Your own hands began their lazy circles across his back, one reaching up to slide into his raven hair, “I missed you, too, by the way.” He chuckled softly against your skin. 

Like an open book.

[sefynarose]

okay but something i keep thinking about is the fact that mc, Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier and Sylus are currently all in the same timeline/lifetime. in the main story we’ve interacted with all four so far, and we’ve learned through their cards/myth/scenes about their past with mc and what has brought them here now. so is it not a fact that they are all SIMULTANEOUSLY pining and craving for her?! a man who betrayed a god, a man who betrayed his kingdom & people x 2, a man who?? well we aren’t sure for sylus just yet but LISTEN!! If the ending of this game is that she only chooses ONE the rest of them are fucked. they’re screwed in this lifetime and have to watch their soulmate, the love of their life go with ANOTHER. that’s absolutely insane

[kira-loves0905]

"Zayne, eat your carrots."

it was like nagging a petulant child. here you are with your hands on your hips, sternly glancing at the man in front of you who sat composed. his stature relaxed if it wasn't for the subtle tense of his muscles, how his eyes, despite trying to be calm— were lowkey glaring daggers at you.

"there are other source of nutrients that are considerably higher in beta-carotene-"

"those vegetables are currently out of stock. it was just convenient that this good old orange crunch is available," you replied, trying to hold back a laugh at his diverse expressions.

well, truth be told. you can find the other ingredients elsewhere, but this was what came in a clutch. aaaaaaand of course, you wouldn't miss this oppurtunity to make fun of him.

he sighs, as if HE is the one who is scolding you.

"my condition is not that serious, dear." Zayne says calmly.

"it's not my fault that you've overworked badly your eyes have been strained," you shook your head. grabbing a spoonful of the vegetable. "I wouldn't have known that if it wasn't for the nurse. were you even planning on telling me?"

Zayne softens up at your reply. muttering an apology as he drags you into his lap, "subtly" placing the spoon in your hands back at the plate. hoping that his looks would distract you from noticing his advances. no matter how ridiculous he looked like right now.

"I'm sorry, I should've informed you first."

"I know," you smiled, a bit too cheerful for his liking. smoothly grabbing back the utensil. "now say ah,"

"......hmph."

you could've almost missed it. a soft sound of puff, followed by a growing blush from his neck to ears. avoiding your gaze as he pretended he hadn't done that.

"fine, since you so insist." he deflects. taking a begrudging bite of the food.

"there there," you chuckled. patting his hair teasingly.

"we're buying other vegetables besides.... that thing after this," he grumbles, ".....and sweets."

"along with lattes." you smiled. glad he was at least (cutely) cooperating.

"now say ah-"

"I know how to eat my food, thank you."

[starmocha]

In boundless cosmos, a long, winding road awaits you and me.

[kaiaelsher]

Media literacy truly is dying bc why tf am I seeing bullshits like "mc is the problem all along" when i thought we all have talked it through and collectively agree on the fact that it was NO ONE'S (and i meant between the main characters) fault and MC is literally the BIGGEST victim compared to all of the LIs here??

[zainlouis]

zayn's dedication to liam at the end of his show with stardust playing :') 🤍

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

just listened to good years by zayn and i hope he is doing well. it made me remember the louis tweet afterwards and how tense it all seemed, versus with time it seems like louis seems a lot less heated about it all.

Time does heal a lot. They've both been through a lot since then.

[adoreddestiny]

AURORAA !! 👋 the pop-up event is too cute i couldn’t help but join in heheh 🫶

“your eyes are really pretty up close” is MOVING me so badly, it’s so tender 😭 and if i could have zayne with it as well!

thank you in advance 🥹💓

ೃ⁀➷ POP UP EVENT !! — aurora’s writing corner

— “your eyes are really pretty up close” x zayne

zayne lingers in the car for just a moment. he lets out a sigh when you sleepily rub your eyes and ask where the two of you are. he smiles affectionately at you, reaching forward to fix your hair with a gentle hand.

"we're back at your apartment," he murmurs, "would you like me to walk you back up?" the sound of cars in the midnight distance chimes a recollection of sorts that has you sitting up a little straighter.

you blink a couple times, soaking in your surroundings with a measured look. you recognize your apartment's parking lot, the lobby area, and the roundabout zayne always drops you off at.

"no, i'll be..." you pause to yawn, "fine."

his heart flutters slightly; more than you'll probably ever know. he touches your cheek with the back of his hand. the chilly touch has you shivering slightly, but it's not unwanted.

"i'll walk you back up," he says, stepping out of the car to walk over to your side. you don't refuse. you know he wouldn't let you. instead, you let him open the door and he slides you into his arms with ease.

leaning against his chest, you can hear his heart beating soundly. it's constant and steady. in many ways it's very much like him. it's calm and level, and you love it.

"is this comfortable for you?" he asks, unfazed with carrying you from the car to the elevator. you simply nod, looking up at him with sleep-seeking eyes. his eyes, the color of galactic currents across a dreamy midnight sky, capture your attention.

"your eyes are very really pretty up close," you whisper, a succinct drowsiness to your tone.

zayne glances down, not saying anything to your gentle words. but you can hear the beats of his heart quicken and grow.

[nostalgiaonedirection]

Liam, wrong way..

[chaoticneutraltor]