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[wolfofcelestia]

For the twitter thing, I covered kitty Zaynie in kisses :3

[nerds4life]

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[faithinlouisfuture]

[90sgrungelouis]

the way that zayn so wholeheartedly embraces his culture and displays it so proudly??? how he is one of the only muslim male artists in the industry today????? like he’s just out here, singing whole ass songs in urdu and kicking fucking ass???? do you REALIZE how amazing that is. literally no one else is doing this, theres nothing else like this in mainstream music today. i cant believe how proud i am. 

[silas-lehnsherr]

For anyone out there, some of us over on Twitter are doing something for Zayn’s upcoming 28th birthday. 15 days of Icarus Falls (and Better) if any of the tumblr Zquad wants to lend a hand. The above is an itinerary of what songs to stream on the designated days, but as always, feel free to stream as much of Zayn’s music as you want. Never too much Zaynie!!!!

Hash tags: StreamIcarusFalls, StreamBetter, 15DaysOfIcarusFalls, LoveForZayn (and any others you would like)

[phdmama]

I’m thinking about...

(Little Larry Drabble which is not at ALL what I should be writing right now ha ha)

It’s late, and Louis’ been up for ages. Forever. An eternity. Since 6:00 that morning, which means he’s been up for 20 hours now. He’s also had a drink, or maybe two.

Maybe more, he lost track a while ago.

He slings an arm around Niall’s shoulders.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Niall rubs his jaw where Louis just punched him - LIGHTLY - in the face.

“Sorry.” Louis closes first one eye, then the other. “Wasn’t sure which of your shoulders I was going for. You’ve got.” He opens both eyes very very wide and then blinks rapidly. “Like, 7?”

“Seven shoulders?” Niall looks absolutely delighted by this turn of events. “Wow, that’s a lot.” He rolls his shoulders experimentally. “Might need some tailoring, eh?”

Louis snickers and slides even lower on the couch, giving up for a moment on snuggling with Niall. And then it hits him.

“Imma text him!” he shouts, grabbing his phone and waving it excitedly. Something smacks him on the cheekbone and he cries out, turns to stare at Liam who is snuggled up under the coffee table and then looks at Niall.

“Hey man,” Niall holds up both hands, forgetting that he’s got a fistful of Cheez-Its so that they rain down on the carpet. He stares at them mournfully, then remembers what he was doing. “Wasn’t me, man.”

Louis eyes his phone resentfully and vows to remember this moment so that when he sees the bruise tomorrow, he won’t be surprised. The sight of his phone in his hand reminds him.

“Imma do it.” He nods forcefully and takes another swallow of beer.

“Do what?” Niall is now squinting into the distance and holding up his thumb towards where Zayn is slumped over in the uncomfortable armchair with his eyes closed. Niall moves his thumb and whispers “Nobody there,” and then moves it again and cackles. “There you are, Zaynie.” 

Zayn doesn’t open his eyes, just flips Niall off, who continues to cackle. 

“Imma text Harry.” Louis opens the app.

“Harry from bio or Harry from the corner store?” Niall asks, still making Zayn appear and disappear.

Louis considers. “Harry from bio. Harry from the corner store is almost 80. I don’t think he has a phone.”

Niall nods. “Fair point, my man. Fair, fair point. Whatcha going to say?”

Louis takes a deep breath. “Imma tell him the truth.”

“What, that you’re failing bio because you can’t stop looking at his cheekbones?”

“I’m not failing!” Louis says indignantly. “That was one quiz, man. Jeez.” He pauses and then says, “I’m just gonna take a chance. Tell him, you know.”

“Make it romantic,” Nial advises. “Perrie from calculus knows his roommate’s brother and she said that he said that his brother that Harry is totally a romantic. Likes candles and stuff.”

Louis nods, and then carefully, closing one eye to keep the screen in focus, laboriously types the letters. Then, taking another deep breath, he hits send.

It’s not until the next morning, when his phone alerts on the bathroom sink where he’s poking at the bruise on his cheek, wondering what happened, and when he opens it, he sees the text from Harry that says only what the fuck? and, with sinking heart, opens the app to see what he sent Harry last night.

I’m thinking about kicking you.

Inspired by this twitter post. 

[zaynliam]

Both Liam and Zayn has noticed this account before. Congrats!

Thanks @ziamminds for the heads up!

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Sat 2 Feb

Listen there's a lot. Again. I'm tired and there's a cat trying to canoodle with me, so here's what's going to happen, we're taking this more or less chronologically: here we go...

Zayn posted a zelfie! It was a simple picture but waaasss it? Three possible subtextual interpretations were suggested, two of them having to do with his reappearance after so long on Harry's birthday... 1) the red shirt was a message to or about Liam, possibly having to do with the fandom linking Liam to another man recently, 2) the pic was a bday message, a hello, to Harry, or 3) the pic was a less well meant message to Harry, a passive aggressive attention grab on his birthday. Of course there's also option 4) he was recording a video recently in Miami and he'll be reappearing to promo music stuff. In any case, fandom detectives disagree on location- some think Miami, which would seem to be borne out by the TWO MORE pics he posted today. Zexy shirtless pics in the sun! Two of them! But others are pretty sure the background in the pics is his London house. Anyway welcome back Zaynie, we missed you.

Harry tweeted last night to charmingly thank us for all the "birthday nice" then hit us with an absolute barrage of content today. I don't know if he has been in Japan at any point between the first week of Jan and today but he sure is there now! Lots of videos of him hanging out with a few of the Queer Eye guys and Kiko "surprise bitch bet you thought you'd seen the last of me" Mizuhara at a gay bar in Tokyo. Kiko is slated to appear in the episodes of Queer Eye that are currently filming in Japan. Highlights- Harry's furrowed little brow as his perfectionist ass attempts to be okay with being in crowd of people absolutely murdering such classics as Bohemian Rhapsody and I Have Nothing at karaoke, a ring around his neck that is really not possible to see but that, yes, COULD be the anniversary ring we saw him wear on tour, and his 2013Harry hair which is looking terrific. As for Kiko, well, it is groundhog day after all, a holiday which has become synonymous with the concept of reliving the same thing over and over again, how fitting. While it may be that this interaction is intended to send a certain message and that there is more to come, the facts are as follows: they are not shown interacting and the people who point out that she's pretty dang cozy with some other guy in the videos are... not wrong.

AND THEN! Louis tweeted us AND posted pictures from the studio, captioned "it's coming..."!!!!! He tweeted that he had just heard the master of his single and he was excited for us to hear it um well US TOO BITCH LET'S GO! And then he posted terrific pictures to his Instagram of him writing those hits in the studio! And singing those hits in the studio! And drinking a Stella! Fucking great stuff truly. He's in there with John Ryan and Julian Bunetta apparently, among others. His hair is also getting so long and looking just wonderful. Also wonderful and interesting- posting on his own accounts rather than the less trafficked LTHQ accounts.

Meanwhile, Niall's over on twitter talking about and rating sports. He says he likes them all (NOT relatable) except baseball, and then everyone tweeted pictures of him in various baseball merch items which he handled with dignity. He tried to explain what he likes about golf but I'm not sold, if I want to get away from my phone and challenge myself I'll just... well I don't want that. But I support you Niall, keep it up.

[zaynbirthday-blog]

Happy 26th Birthday Zaynie

Hi my love! I just wanted to wish you the happiest of birthdays! Please be happy and healthy forever and don't overwork or stress yourself out too much. I need you more than you'll ever realize. Also, congratulations on the album. Icarus Falls is truly amazing, I couldn't have asked for a better album. I also wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me over the past 7 years, I love you more than words can say. I've seen you grow into the amazing man that you are now and I couldn't be more grateful for that. You truly helped me overcome a lot of struggles and dark thoughts and I wish I could meet you to thank you in person. Thank you for speaking out about anxiety, thank you for using your voice to spread a message of love and acceptation. I am so proud of you for thinking about going back on stage, I know how hard fighting with anxiety is and I really admire you for being so strong. I am proud of how far you've come and who you are and what you stand for. Thank you for always giving me songs I can relate to and use to face life and its struggles. Thank you for saving my life so many times and inspiring me daily. I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow, Inès (@jeonggukilam on twitter) ♡

[ohthathurt]

Bring Me Home

Prompt: You were away for a while and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety…sorry? 

Also inspired by this art

Heaving up his shoulder bag, Liam absently rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, digging into a travelling bag in front of him on the trolley for his water bottle. Flying sucked balls. Obscene as that description may be, it was God’s honest truth and he couldn’t wait to get out of the airport and into a private car that took him to their flat. His and Zaynie’s flat in New York.

He had just landed a few minutes ago and thankfully it being a late flight there weren’t as many people milling in and out, which always set Paddy on edge, sticking to Liam like Velcro. Baggage claim done, he followed his security out towards the arrivals gate and out of the airport’s exit sliding doors.

This time, no paps were present to document his entry into New York because of obvious reasons but Liam was grateful for them, he was sure he looked a mess. Face wrinkled with however little sleep he could manage and hair sticking up on all ends thanks to the residual hair wax, he was surprised no one gave him the stink eye.

He dropped heavily onto the soft seats of the car, a black sedan with tinted windows, and immediately curled up to go back to sleep. From the front passenger seat, he could hear Paddy look back at him and scoff but Liam ignored him for the sweet call of slumber and dreams full of happy amber eyes.

It was much later that he jolted up as he heard a sharp rap against the window that his face was currently smushed up against, haphazardly wiping off any drool that may have accumulated.

He looked around in a daze and he found the car was parked in idle in a narrow alley behind a building. The flat’s back entrance, then.

It was already beginning to be sunrise so he pushed himself out the car door and walked towards the building’s back entrance, an inconspicuous looking door with matte black paint on it. Liam wobbled his way through the door and robotically made his way towards their flat. A quick swipe and the security checks were sorted as he finally stepped into his home.

The smell of vanilla and dog food welcomed him as he sleepily chuckled, so Zayn was sneaking Rhino in behind his back. Their dogs, more like babies, weren’t always allowed in the flat whenever they lived here, due to Rhino’s tendency to run in open areas and Loki loved the gardens at their LA mansion.

But Liam stopped short of their living room, the coffee table a mess of comics and coasters, sheets of paper strewn around no doubt filled with mindless lyrics or wordless melodies. His heart ached to hear the soft pads of feet across their plush carpet, a wide grin with a scrunchy nose and lively eyes. He longed for those thin, wiry arms to wind around his neck, his husband a light weight in his arms as he jumped up to greet Liam.

All he wanted was to bury his nose in the soft, raven hair and breathe in the familiar but still intoxicating scent of Zayn.

God, he’s such a sap, if his husband was here he’d get a roll of the eyes and a scoff but still with a hint of rosy cheeks. Even after all these years, Zayn still loved to hear how much he meant to Liam.

With a shake of his head, Liam forced himself out of his head. Right, first things first.

He took long strides towards their bedroom, the door half open with the king sized bed in view, and all clean white sheets. Unlacing his shoes, he kicked them off in a hurry outside the bedroom’s entrance and made his way towards the wardrobe room. Of course, they had a wardrobe room; where else would Zayn keep the innumerous clothing items he received on the daily.

Liam flicked on the dim orange light of the tiny space and made his way towards the far left corner, where his own drawer of things was situated. Swiftly sliding it open, he reached in for a small velvet pouch. He shook its contents out onto his palm with a small smile as he finally slid on his wedding band.

Now he felt complete. Now he felt like Liam, just Liam, or as Niall called him, Mrs. Zayn Malik.

With a huff at the memory of his best friend taking the piss out of him, he exited the small room and his eyes zeroed in on the bed. Finally, his own bed.

After a quick use of the washroom, he took his cellphone out and sent a customary reached text to his husband, before shutting it off. He planted himself face down on the bed, practically groaning at the memory foam as it hugged his body. Blindly, he reached for Zayn’s pillow and cuddled it close to him, the scent of his husband still a remnant on it.

With a small sigh, he switched onto his side and curled up into a foetal position, before finally drifting off.

***

Light danced across his eyelids and Liam groaned as he absently remembered he forgot to shut the blinds. He fluttered his eyes open carefully, the sunlight almost blinding him and found that he was in the same position he slept in.

With a loud grunt, he shifted onto his back, only to find a dull ache present in his left shoulder and his back. He’d probably have to call his trainer in to check that over before he went back to his weight training.

After an agonizing hour of moving himself around for enough blood flow to ease his pain, he was perched on a stool at the kitchen island, a bowl of oat bran cereal in front of him and his thumb scrolling busily through his twitter mentions.

He chuckled at the few memes, apparently him and Niall were fodder for ‘1d memes’ nowadays, and smiled at the warm yet manic compliments left by his fans.

He exited out of his own twitter page and typed in a name he’s not ashamed to admit that he Googles more than his own. Zayn Malik.

Switching to an update blog on Tumblr, he found a flurry of new pictures of Zayn who was currently in Milan attending a Louis Vuitton show. His husband was holding several poses, dressed in a sleek, aubergine-coloured tux with black trims, shiny black shoes and hair an artful mess of inky black.

In each picture, Zayn held a similar pose, the achingly familiar smoulder and the mandala-covered hand on the lapel of his suit jacket. Liam’s heart threatened to burst with affection as he scrolled through more pictures of his husband, in every angle possible. God, but he was beautiful. And God, did Liam miss him terribly.

He also longed to see the familiar black ring on the left hand, right above the mandala tattoo. The same ring that he had purchased back in 2013, with the help of his and Zayn’s sisters. The same ring he had then presented to Zayn with a tear-filled speech that neither of them could get through.

But there was no use longing for something that was well far off in their future. He heaved a huge sigh and shoveled the last few spoonfuls of his breakfast, dropping the bowl in the sink to wash later.

He looked around the lonesome flat, figuring out what to do. The comics on the coffee table looked inviting so headed over to pick a few up.

**

Evening approached quickly and Liam found himself utterly bored and surrounded by crumpled up white papers. Lyrics scrawled down and scratched over, a funny looking doodle that was supposed to be Watson and Loki playing in the grass and just Zayn’s name signed over and over again.

The flat now looked a bit of a mess; the couch was obviously stained with a large yellow spot from where he had accidentally spilled some beer earlier in the day. His crumpled up papers littered the living room floor and a few reached across to the entrance of his bedroom, from where he had lobbed it in frustration, when lyrics and melodies escaped him.

He was pretty sure there were dirty dishes piled up in the kitchen sink and a flurry of crumbs on the kitchen floor and counter from when he had dropped the box of cereal clumsily. He’d mostly cleaned it up but there were still some obvious signs of trauma.

His dirty clothes from the airport were lying half in and out of the laundry basket and their washroom a mess from when Liam took an hour long hot shower without bothering to clean up the steam stained windows of their shower.

So he was a bit of a mess, but his husband’s absence was getting to him. He couldn’t even call him because he didn’t want to bother Zayn and worry him with the fact that he couldn’t even handle a few weeks alone.

Thick scruff was now growing freely over his jaw and he hadn’t changed into any proper clothes for two days now. He was still in the same pajamas and shirt that he threw on after the shower yesterday.

Liam thought of a way to pass the time when a framed picture of a family on the far left wall in the room caught his eye. He grinned widely, jaw cracking due to lack of use.

He checked the time and it was just past dinner in the UK so he whipped his phone out and dialed Safaa on Skype.

It was answered quickly as a familiar wide grin filled the screen and a screeching “Bhai!” from none other than Walihya.

Liam grinned, “Hi monster, what are you doing on your sister’s cell?”

Walihya only switched to a smug grin, “I got to it first so I get to talk to you first.”

“Alright, smart arse, how’s it going there? You get the contract yet?”

His sister-in-law bit her lip nervously before answering, “No, but I’m scared I’m not gonna get it.”

Liam scoffed, if there was someone as persistent as her on a project, it would surely get done. He told her so and watched in amusement as she blushed lightly and switched back to her scream-talking.

But soon a scuffle broke out and Liam could make out heated girlish whispers as the phone jerked around violently before a sweet smile on a serene face greeted him. His little one.

“Hi Saf,” Liam all but cooed at her and watched her scrunch her nose up, just like her brother.

Safaa giggled, “I’m not 8 anymore, Bhai. You still greet me like I’m a child.”

“You are a child! You’re my itty bitty little widdle cuddle monster.” He teased her relentlessly, enjoying the sweet smile morph into a more sarcastic and deadpan look. She looked every bit as unimpressed as Zayn does when Liam wants him to wash his own socks.

“Excuse you, I’m a teenager!”

“Yeah, only sixteen!”

“Yeah, and sixteen is pretty grown up.” Safaa looked smug as she stated.

Liam laughed, “Is it really? So tell me, O wise one, what all can you do at sixteen?”

She put on a mischievous smile, “Didn’t Bhaiyya fall in love with you at sixteen?”

Liam sobered up, “Safaa, don’t go looking for that now, you’re way too young!”

But the little shit grinned widely still, “Oh so now I’m too young for this when you two were probably off shagging at – “

“Safaa!” A shout resounded from behind her and she instantly cringed as the phone was passed and Trisha appeared on the screen beside her.

A small, “Sorry, Mum” was quickly whispered as she scampered somewhere off screen, probably to her bedroom to sulk in shame. Liam felt guilty for teasing, she was a sensitive one, his Safaa, and he didn’t want to see her shamefaced like that.

He quickly greeted his mother-in-law who was smiling gently at him before he addressed the issue of his youngest sister-in-law.

With a tinkling laugh and a hand wave, his protests soon died down as she continued, “Don’t worry, darling, she’s the spoilt one, you and Zayn never let me or Yaser scold her.”

He relaxed as their conversation soon took a turn towards Liam being alone and Trisha tutted quietly at his dejected expression.

“Do you want to catch a quick one over to Bradford, jaan? You can keep us company until Zayn is done.” She offered gently, an invitation that made him feel warm in his gut and a strong sense of belonging in his veins.

He thanked her but rejected the invitation politely, he wanted to stay here and wait until his husband came back. Besides, Zayn was supposed to be here in two days.

Soon, he was hearing lectures on his unkempt appearance that he accepted with a winning grin, all the while wondering if she’d faint at the sight of the flat.

After a while, he was saying his goodbyes, a whispered, “Bye, Maa, love you” that made Trisha’s eyes shine suspiciously with tears.

The sight made him miss his own parents, who were barely a call away for Liam but he didn’t want to disturb their time at Ruth’s house, where they were probably busy doting over Ashton.

He slumped down onto their cream coloured couch, appreciating the feeling of drowning in the cushions before his stomach rumbled uncomfortably.

With a pained groan, he heaved himself up off the couch, rubbing a hand at his sore back, and made his way towards the refrigerator.

Expecting a mostly empty fridge with suspiciously old take-out food, he pulled it open and gaped in surprise at the number of Tupperware containers.

He took one container out and edged it open, sniffing at the contents and smiled surprisingly at discovering it was Zayn’s homemade Karahi chicken.

He excitedly ducked back into the fridge to find a wrapped package that turned out to be naan and moved towards the stove where he hurriedly heated everything up.

Soon, he was sat on their couch in the living room, tearing up at the taste of the familiar food. God, now he was crying over a plate of Karahi chicken. But he couldn’t help it; he missed his husband too much.

***

Liam was about to burst into tears; he was currently sat on the carpeted floor with crossed legs, facing the flat’s main door. A blanket, which Zayn favoured during cold nights, was draped over him, covering his head, shoulders and arms, pooling out onto the floor around him.

In his right hand, he clutched a well-worn shirt of Zayn’s , which used to belong to Liam but didn’t fit him anymore. In his left hand, he gripped at his cellphone, willing it to ring so that Zayn could inform him that he’d landed. He took turns every few minutes, alternating between smelling the shirt and checking his cellphone.

All he had gotten was a “On my way to the airport :)” text and in the next few hours Liam had worn a dent into their lovely carpet and had messed up the flat some more. He was pretty sure his bottom lip was threatening to wobble at this point.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he heard an electronic beep come from the door, as the red light on the door turned to green and door knob jiggled and twisted.

An excited yelp left Liam as he sat up straight, eyes wide and trained on the door as it swung open to reveal a tired but beautiful Zayn. His head faced the floor as he edged his way in, a bag on his shoulder swaying heavily that he dropped unceremoniously on the floor.

But he soon looked up and stopped short in his tracks, mouth agape at the sight of Liam on the carpet.

For some reason, Liam didn’t have the energy to get up to greet his husband because his limbs weren’t cooperating, so he stayed on the floor and continued to stare hungrily at his husband, seeing him after so long.

Zayn finally snapped out of his shock and moved towards his husband, a concerned expression evident on his face. He kneeled down in front of Liam and cupped his cheeks before whispering, “Liam, you okay, jaan?”

But Liam only made a noise that sounded a lot like ‘meep!’ and leaned into Zayn’s touch heavily, his eyes closing at the touch.

A dozen thoughts whirled through Zayn’s mind, almost all of them concerned and worried for his husband, as he stood up again, heart wrenching at the noise Liam made at the loss of touch. He reached down to hook his arms under his husband’s armpits and pulled him up and with a bit of difficulty, Liam was upright but swaying dangerously.

He nuzzled sweetly into Zayn’s neck, who accepted the warm touch but continued working to get Liam to the bedroom. It was only when he stepped aside that Zayn got a view of the flat.

It looked like Loki had run through it without supervision. The little hyper dog was privy to such behaviour which is why they only isolated him to their LA mansion or his in-laws’ house in London.

Now, Zayn gaped at the mess, couch cushions thrown on the floor, days-old dishes lining the kitchen counter and what looked like a trail of dirty clothes leading up to their bedroom.

What in the world, how did this - ?

He turned his head slightly to look at his husband who was now endearingly staring back with a dreamy expression. Liam blinked slowly at him, his eyes looking unfocused and feverish but a beautiful smile graced his soft features.

Oh no, thought Zayn as he realized he had found the culprit at last. Liam James Malik (as of 2014) was the one who had made an absolute shit of a mess of their flat, their house.

Zayn groaned internally at the sight but his worry for his husband overwhelmed any other thoughts. He needed to sort Liam out first.

Avoiding the mix of clothes and crumpled papers on the floor, he led Liam to their bedroom, kicking aside the mess to avoid either of them stumbling. He pushed Liam towards the washroom, tutting at the sight, and undressed himself before doing the same to his husband.

Liam realized in his half-sleep daze, that he was being undressed by a very naked Zayn. He giggled and patted his husband’s cheek limply before slurring out, “I like where this is going.”

Zayn huffed at him, before he bent down to slip Liam’s joggers off, before quickly leaning over and turning the hot water tap on. He gently guided Liam towards the spray who hooted adorably at the feeling of hot water touching his skin, before joining him in the spacious shower.

What was supposed to be a quick wash and rinse became a battle of limbs as Zayn continuously batted of Liam’s wandering hands and groping fingers that frankly made him blush a little. After a soapy victory, he rinsed himself and Liam off, before reaching out for the towel on the handle bar – only to find it used and slopped over near the laundry basket.

He groaned under his breath, and awkwardly hobbled his way towards their linen closet (something his mother absolutely insisted on them having) and blindingly grabbed a few towels for him and Liam.

When he went back to the washroom, he was greeted to the most adorable sight of Liam, sopping wet with hair dripping on his forehead, body leaning against the wall of the shower, seemingly asleep.

Zayn laughed gently before draping Liam with soft, fluffy towels, drying him with gentle touches and loving pecks all over his face.

Deciding to forego clothes, it was only the two of them, he all but dropped Liam onto their bed, who bounced comically once and twice on his front before going still, breathing deeply.

It was only now that Zayn finally looked around and was reminded of the mess Liam made. God, and he was the slob?

A quick text to for housekeeping to visit them the next afternoon, he too dropped heavily onto the bed, the exhaustion from the flight and taking care of Liam getting to him. Throwing a careless arm over Liam’s waist, he murmured a quiet, “Love you, jaan” (a goodnight tradition they insisted on since being married) and buried his face into a pillow, falling fast asleep.

**

Clearly Zayn was underestimating just how grateful Liam was for taking care of him and his mess, as he lay staring at the ceiling, panting heavily in the aftermath of his husband waking him up with a phenomenal blowjob. His husband lay smugly beside him before he bounded up towards the washroom, all too excited to start the day.

Zayn laughed a little hysterically before chasing Liam into the shower, intent on finishing what his husband started.

**

It was nearing noon in New York as deliciously golden rays of sunlight splashed across the floor of their living room. It bounced off the glass of the coffee table and lit up the hints of yellow in Zayn’s eyes. Liam stared intently at him, taking in the light scruff littering a delicate yet strong jaw, nose ring glinting in the sunlight, and eyelashes fluttering prettily as he looked down at his art pad on which he scribbled and scratched distractedly.

He sighed as he continued admiring his husband’s beauty, hands and arms artfully decorated with carefully chosen tattoos. The black ring sat snugly on his ring finger on the left hand, complementing the mandala. He was wearing a shirt that belonged to Liam, the neck of which was stretched out due to years of use and loose Batman boxers that were a gag gift from Niall on Liam’s 20th birthday.

Joke’s on you, Niall, he wore the shit out of them.

Zayn continued sketching oblivious to Liam’s staring, a fact Liam loved about him; whenever Zayn sat down to sketch something, anything, he was always so absorbed in his activity that he often forgot that he was maybe sat in a radio show where he was supposed to participate in an interview or even at Ashton’s Christening where he had sat for hours in front of the baby’s crib, sketching out the soft features.

Finally, Liam urged his body to move, his need to be close to Zayn overriding any other thought. He crossed the span of the living room in long strides before dropping to his knees, ignoring the little jolt Zayn gave as he finally noticed Liam.

Before he could figure out what Liam was doing, his husband lifted the loose shirt gently before unceremoniously shoving his face under it.

Zayn jumped at the sudden move, gawking at the round shape of Liam’s head under his shirt.

Okay, he had finally lost it, his darling, beautiful, intelligent husband had gone off the –

But Zayn’s internal ramblings all ground to a halt, as he felt soft lips reverently kissing the skin on his stomach, and strong, tattooed arms wound around his waist to grip possessively and hold him in place. Liam breathed in deeply as Zayn sat frozen, unsure of how to proceed.

When a minute passed and Liam’s breath stuttered as he felt those lips purse and tremble dangerously against him, Zayn laid a careful hand on his husband’s shirt covered head.

A mumbled ‘Missed you’ on his skin didn’t go unnoticed by Zayn as he finally relaxed, letting Liam do what he had to, to deal with the unnecessarily constant and painful distances between them. He hummed lightly, cherishing the feeling of lips quirked into a smile as Liam felt more than heard the vibrations of Zayn’s voice.

Yeah, he was gonna be fine now.

[nerds4life]

You’re the smartest person on here to ask. Yesterday, Zayn’s baby’s name was trending on Twitter. I am a STRONG Ziam, but seeing he had her name tattooed on his arm really made me question everything I know. Also seems like they’re living together, and they had presents for her under the tree, etc. idk what to think and I wanted to ask your educated opinion on this. I’ve been following you for years and your takes are consistently the best.

Hey nonnie.

While this ask seems like trolling, it’s a valid question so I’ll bite because it’s good to question things!

All we “see” (are told based on media) now regarding Ziam (as I said with Larry long ago) doesn’t negate anything we saw in the past, and the conclusions made on the evidence at the time. Really, the live concerts and the 1D video diaries were candid, unedited and were my main source of evidence. 

Additionally, these men are people, just like any of us, and not every relationship will be for a lifetime; just look at your own family or friends or the worldwide divorce rate if you have no experience with relationships. Please do NOT think you know anything about life based on AO3 and other fanfics - The Sun and other garbage media included.

And finally, this is also why I fought fiercely when this fandom and its “experts” tried to confirm how these boys identify. NO ONE IN THIS MESS KNOWS and anyone who says different is a liar you should run from. Everyone was guessing, some with more gullibility and projecting their own garbage on the boys than others, but I digress.

All that to say, don’t forget everything you’ve ever learned in this fandom - we see what they want us to see!

I’ve not really been following anything 1D related because there’s real world things happening - COVID-19 pandemic and all things US politics, as well as world events and my own life.

You should also know that I think Khai, as with Freddie and Bear, are all real children that exist, not dolls. Their mothers are likely the women referenced, but I wasn’t witness to these women’s pregnancies, so I can’t be certain (nor do I really care).

Could any of these 1D men have impregnated a woman, sure. But has my opinion of Larry and Ziam from 2010-2015 changed, nope. I haven’t been able to see these guys together live since then (I did see both Harry and Niall in concert live) so nothing has changed my opinion of what I witnessed of all of them together - there were nonplatonic things happening between those pairs of men that are undeniable, IMO. 

So I looked into this tattoo you referenced, and the child’s name. I have never heard the name Khai and I’ve seen people saying it’s her paternal grandmother’s name and others saying it’s a reference to her sister’s middle name. Apparently it means royalty or nobility.

The name goes well with Zaynie’s middle name, Javaad (noble). Could he have gotten the tattoo just because it’s relevant to his own name and the storytellers ran with it?? I can’t read Arabic to confirm what it says, but I don’t think it’s confirming anything.

And them “living together” well..colour me skeptical, about any of the living situations of these men. Why would the random public, or the BS media, need to know and share that information?? And as has always been the case, anything we “see” is a FRACTION of the days/lives of these men, so....

My favourite saying applicable to this fandom, and the publicity mess surrounding celebrities remains: We see what they want us to see.

I also still do NOT trust social media and garbage media who are the ones who wrote almost all the articles related to the men of 1D that I have ever seen. The situation regarding Khai is the same.

QUESTION EVERYTHING!

[zaynmoji]

Hi! I always come here to see any updates on zaynie and ive seen some of your personal posts, but the last one really got me. Im so sorry you are feeling this way ☹️ Do you want to talk to someone? Im on my phone right now, but my tumblr is spread-the-laugh, you can message me there any time. I understand if you dont feel comfortable sharing that with someone you dont know, but I really wanted you to know this. I hope you are feeling better. ♥️

hey love! i read your message the  day you sent it and it made me feel a lil better and im very thankful for it

[hazztommo28-blog]

Liam tweeted it wishing Zayn a Happy Birthday - January 12, 2018

Zayn didn’t answer him :( 

[madat-55]

so people cancelling zayn malik cuz he blocked some fans on twitter but support louis for punching non threat fans !!!!

My Anon.... is this what you understood?

I am trying to be as polite as humanly possible here but if you understood that anybody around here “cancelled” Zaynie because his lousy SMM blocked “some fans” (those weren’t some fans, those were accounts with +40K followers who have unconditinally supported him since day one just because one of them had studied photography and said she could do a far better job than the Ironing Board), then you understood wrong.

And if you think that Louis punched non-threatening fans, then we got nothing more to say. But let me give you a farewell present: Ask yourself why the video starts in the middle of the fight and why the poor dear innocent “fan” call Louis “the guy”...

[niallerisababe2-blog]

MASTERPOST

~My works~

Ziam

I don’t want to live without you (I’m not ready) - Zayn watches as Liam withers away in front of him, and he holds on to every precious moment they have left, because soon Liam will be gone and Zayn will be alone and he doesn't know if he'll survive. Complete; 2,379 words. MCD

I was there for you (all I ever wanted was the truth) - Zayn knows that he doesn't deserve to feel hurt that Liam hung up, because he was the one who severed his ties with his best friends, not Liam, but he still feels hurt. But he does what he always does, what he's been doing for the past year, and shoves down his feelings; and turns and walks away, already moving on and composing a Twitter post to apologize to his fans. It's what he has to do, or he'll crumble under the weight of this hurt, this burden he's carrying. (Or: my version of the event on June 11, 2016 where Zayn backed out of the Capitol FM Summertime Ball due to anxiety.) Complete; 1,138 words

We came all this way (but now comes the day to bid you farewell) - Zayn snuggles close to Liam, pressing into his side, and closes his eyes. "Don't hate me, Li. I love you..." he murmurs, even as he drifts off to sleep. Later, Zayn isn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but he thinks Liam kisses his forehead and whispers "I love you too, Zaynie". But Liam doesn't know that this is goodbye. (Or: my angsty take on the "come on then, come on" kiss.) Complete; 941 words

Ziall

Tears in our eyes (from holding too tight) - He steps around Niall’s chair like a vulture surveying its prey, placing his hands on Niall’s shoulders. “You see, what you do not know about your precious Zayn is that he is not a business consultant. He is a spy, a secret agent. One of the best in the world, actually. Highly skilled, able to blend in well, no weaknesses....until you came into his life, that is. You are to be his downfall, Niall James Horan. What beautiful irony. The one person he loved enough to let in, to put his whole life at risk, will be the one to destroy him. How I love happy endings.....for me, at least.” ....Niall lifts his head, staring straight ahead. Licking his dry, chapped lips, he rasps, “I will never help you destroy Zayn.” Incomplete; 10,789 words

Niam

Would you die for the one you love? (I can be your hero) - Liam is close enough by now to see the man point the gun at Niall, to hear the gunshot, to watch his best friend’s face twist with pain and anguish, to feel in his bones the sickening thud as Niall crumples to the floor. Complete; 2,675 words. MCD

[zaynliam]

"ZainLiam"

Thank you @inziam for the heads up!

Thanks @ziamminds for the heads up!