#zayn users

[voghe]

hello! I would like you to make some users of Jungkook and Zayn (and if you can, I want them together and separate too)! thank you in advance and congratulations on your work, it's incredible!

⭒ ephrjk󠀠 󠀠⭒ bgnjk ⭒ mytmjk ⭒ stwthy ⭒ prpsjk ⭒ drmrkook ⭒ fyrtkook ⭒ stykook ⭒ lstjk ⭒ mgckjk

⭒ pillowtalk ⭒ plwlkz ⭒ idontwannaliveforever ⭒ idwlvfr ⭒ dusktilldawn ⭒ dskdwnz ⭒ letme ⭒ ltmz ⭒ toomuch ⭒ tmzayn ⭒ likeiwould ⭒ lkwdzn ⭒ entertainer ⭒ ntrtzn ⭒ befour ⭒ bfrzayn ⭒ thereyouare ⭒ thyazr ⭒ borderz ⭒ brdzayn

⭒ jkzayn ⭒ kookzayn ⭒ plwphra ⭒ ldwdreams ⭒ bgnfate ⭒ prpstlk ⭒ fyrzn ⭒ stlzy ⭒ drmrlv ⭒ mgkdsk ⭒ bfrphrc ⭒ ldwzkn

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[bizzledits]

user zayn + justin??

jstinzayn

zynbizzle

malikjstin

sizzlerzayn

biebercommon

zaynholy

users zayn and justin

[alezusers]

Zayn Malik x Vic de Angelis Usernames (famous users)

@/victheangelis

@/zaynangelis

@/vicxmalik

@/angelismalik

@/angelisguitar

@/angeliszayn

@/zayndeangelis

@/vicdemalik

@/vicdeangelz

@/icarusangelis

@/vicdeicarus

@/vicpillowtalk

@/victoriaangelis

@/zaynmaneskin

@/maneskinmalik

@/maneskinfalls

Please, like or reblog if you use them. (: ♡

[castawayusers]

zayn malik users

zsynmaliksz safezaynm youwishyknw nobdyislsteng dsktilldwns calamistyx lsvelikthis

créditos no @calmstarkey

[starmocha]

1 week — first father's day

[Zayne + Son ★ 1168 words ★ Masterlist ★ Snowdrop Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Zayne's first Father's Day. Tag list: Under cut 【 request to be added 】

A/N: I made the mistake of thinking, and realized Zayne would be celebrating his first Father's Day when his son, "Snowdrop", would only be one week old. I've been crying about it ever since. 🥺

The last remnants of your beautiful dream started to fade away, slipping off into oblivion, as you opened your eyes. For a few minutes longer, your hazy mind continued to tread between the two consciousnesses before you finally realized that the space in bed next to you was empty. You peeked over at the nightstand on Zayne’s side of the bed, seeing the time was just a few minutes passed six in the morning.

Strange, you thought, sitting up and peering around your bedroom. Zayne didn’t say anything about waking up early on Sunday.

It wasn’t just any Sunday either, you remembered. It was also Father’s Day. Even more specifically, this would be Zayne’s first Father Day.

You smiled as you glanced down at your stomach. You still carried a little baby weight from your pregnancy, but just a little over a week earlier, you had given birth to yours and Zayne’s son, and now your husband was already able to celebrate this day. You couldn’t help but felt giddy at the thought, feeling the very notion still seemed so unreal that the two of you were now parents to a baby boy, and he was now here, and he was yours.

Yours. And Zayne’s.

Again, you smiled, feeling like you had managed to build the life you could have ever wanted: You were at the top of your career, you had married the man you loved, who loved you back in the way you deserved, and together with him, you became a family of three.

Right now, everything seemed so rosy, like you were floating high in the sky within the clouds, but even if there were storms ahead, you knew with Zayne by your side, you could face any calamity. Now with a child of your own, you were even more determined to build this perfect life, to provide your child with everything he deserved and more.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a car honking, stirring you out of your thoughts. It had already been nearly half an hour since you had woken up, and you still wondered about Zayne’s whereabouts.

Sighing, you decided to get up. You wanted to check on the baby anyway.

When you arrived at the nursery, you were surprised to see the very person you were missing.

Dressed in only gray joggers, Zayne paced around the nursery with his son cradled in his arms, seemingly unaware of your presence. The one-week-old baby’s eyes were still mostly closed, but not quite asleep. You could hear your son’s soft cooing alongside Zayne’s gentle voice as he spoke to the baby who seemed to be growing fussier by the seconds.

His voice was so low, you couldn’t make out his words, but you still found yourself secretly watching Zayne, not ready to alert him of your presence. He swayed from side to side, the baby tucked safely in his arms. Despite giving birth to the baby over a week passed the due date, the baby was still so small, especially when held by Zayne.

You smiled. The big snowman was so gentle and mindful with his little one. You found yourself falling in love all over again.

“How long do you suppose Mommy will keep spying on us?”

You perked up instantly upon hear Zayne’s voice, spoken intentionally louder, but still soft and sweet-toned to the baby. Smiling, you stepped closer, your arms instantly around his waist from behind, your cheek pressed to his back. His skin felt so cool, a perfect contrast to the warm June heatwave that was creeping in outside.

“How long have you known?”

“The floorboard creaked,” he deadpanned, adding with a smile, “Even if it hadn’t, I would always know when you are near.”

You let go of Zayne, watching as he immediately turned around and your heart skipped a beat, seeing up close and personal just how small your son looked in his father’s arm, face scrunched up before he let out a big yawn and cooed louder. You almost teared up at the sight, silently blaming your still imbalanced hormones as affecting your emotional state.

“When you are both near,” Zayne continued, unaware that he had just snapped you out of your daze. His eyes lingered on the baby boy for a few seconds longer before he turned to you with a smile.

You smiled back. “Happy Father’s Day, Zaynie.”

He looked puzzled.

You giggled.

“Did you… not know what today is?” you asked with a teasing smile.

Suddenly dumbfounded, he shook his head, smiling again when you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“How does it feel?” you asked, clarifying when he appeared puzzled again, “Being a father so far?”

He chuckled as he passed the baby over to you. He helped you settled down into the nursing chair, watching fondly as you began to nurse your hungry baby. He knelt next to the chair, his hand reaching out to cradle your cheek, and unwittingly, you leaned into his touch, relishing in the warmth of his hand.

“It feels like a dream,” Zayne admitted, catching your full attention with his words. His eyes drifted to the baby boy suckling eagerly at your breast with trickles of milk dripping down his chin. Zayne laughed and reached for a small cloth and helped wiped the milk from his son’s chin. “I still can’t believe he’s here. I’ve been holding him all morning, and yet…”

“What is it?” you pressed him gently when Zayne’s voice trailed off. You carefully shifted your son in your arms, letting your free hand reached over to touch his cheek this time. You caressed Zayne’s cheek, smiling when he leaned in to kiss your palm before his much bigger hand covered yours.

He gazed at you with gentle hazel eyes before he spoke. “Thank you,” he said instead, “For giving birth to our son. For making me a father. And…”

He leaned up, his lips suddenly centimeters from yours. You gasped in surprise, the warmth of your breath intermingled with Zayne’s before he finished his thought, his voice just barely above a whisper, “For being mine.”

He stole a kiss before you could respond, but the moment seemed to be over just as quickly as it had begun when you both heard the baby fussing louder. You both looked down startled before laughing together in amusement at the situation.

You shifted the baby to burp him. As you patted his back gently, you smiled again at Zayne, quipping helplessly, “I think we both better get used to being interrupted like that.”

He knelt back down, nodding in agreement, but you noticed the delight twinkling in his eyes as if it say he was unbothered by such interruptions. He peered up at you fondly again as you finished burping the baby, the both of you laughing again when your son let out the tiniest burp before he rubbed his face against your shoulder, his small legs kicking instinctively.

You shifted the baby again, cradling him close to your bosoms as the chair rocked gently. Your son yawned, appearing to quickly fall back to sleep after his early morning meal. Despite wanting to continue your conversation with your husband, you could feel your own eyes growing heavy just as well. Helplessly, they closed on their own, a drowsiness settling over as you rested your eyes with your sleeping baby cradled in your arms.

Suddenly, you felt a warm kiss pressed to your forehead. You forced your eyes open, seeing Zayne sitting on the floor next to you, his hand placed over your knee to rub soothingly, seemingly lulling you into a deeper sleep.

“Happy Father’s Day, Zaynie,” you murmured once more, no longer able to keep your eyes open further.

As your eyes closed, and sleep crept in, you heard Zayne’s voice answering you fondly: “Thank you, my love.”

Tag list: @lavlynyan @alfredosaws @solifloris @nezuswritingdesk @valkyyriia @natimiles @yourlocalcatscammer @callilypso @likewhyareyousoobsessedwithme @qyuin @asiaticapple @rainbowsnowflake @jasmines-greentea @notisekais @littleapplle @animegamerfox 【 request to be added 】

[aethercoreheart]

zayne | 4:07 PM

“You really need some hand cream.”

Zayne lets out an amused huff as you brush your fingers across his hand. Your fingers trace the lines of his palm, noting how dry and tight the skin is.

He shakes his head, a smile tugging up at the corners of his lips. “I have to wash my hands a lot, in case you forgot.”

“Well, you’re not scrubbing down for surgery now. Here, let’s see if this’ll make a difference.”

You release his hand and reach for the nightstand next to the bed. You pull the drawer out and start digging through its contents. He watches you with an eyebrow raised.

“Hang on, it’s gotta be here somewhere,” you mutter, still combing through the drawer. “Ah, here it is!” You pull out a tube of hand cream and hold it up triumphantly.

Zayne squints at it. The label says it’s jasmine scented.

“Give me your hands.” You reach for his hand again without waiting for a response and squeeze a dollop of cream into it. You start massaging it into his skin, its scent filling your nostrils. You take his other hand and do the same to it. “See, isn’t that better?”

He says nothing as your hands continue to massage his skin, watching you with a quiet fascination. Your fingers start to stray away from his hands, and up his arm. The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains of the room, casting a warm glow on his skin. The sunlight catches the scars on his arms, and your thumbs start swiping at them gently.

“Did these hurt?” you whisper, tracing the shapes of the scars, your touch light and feathery.

Zayne swallows before he answers, a dull ache starting to form in his chest. “I don’t remember,” he murmurs, his voice strained.

He feels a phantom pain radiating from them, cold and stinging, as you touch each of them. He doesn’t know where it comes from or why he feels it. Your lips slowly replace your fingers, kissing at each of his scars carefully, starting from the ones closest to his wrist and going up to his elbow.

The pain dissipates, and is replaced by the feeling of your lips on his skin, warm and comforting. The ache from his chest starts to lift, and he feels like he can breathe again. He releases a long, shaking breath, which he doesn’t realize he’s been holding.

You look up at him, concern tinging your features. You reach up for his face, your thumb wiping at the tears rolling down his cheeks. When did he start crying?

“Do they hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

Zayne shakes his head, his hand and fingers running through your hair. “No,” he breathes, his voice thick with unshed tears. He takes another breath, trembling slightly as he does so. “Please… keep going.”

You place your lips back on his arm, continuing in your kissing. “I’ll keep going as long as I have to,” you murmur against his skin. “Until you forget they’re there.”

[samijey]

#idk about u guys but im starting to think they might be in love 🤔

[flvrnne]

Camila cabello icons + louis tomlinson or zayn header

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[loveandfreakspacee]

Zayne

Sylus

Caleb

Rafayel

[soloveely]

hiiii do you have any ariana icon that match with this?

maybe one of this :)

[junespriince]

What MC gets to do since Caleb is back.

Punch him, I know he is most likely traumatized and that's why he's that way but still she gets to punch him once and he take it. Long overdue for that he said before the explosion, for "dying" and for scaring mc like that.

Get them wings, again blah blah blah evil backstory whatever tell me all about while making those wings, I'm ruled by my stomach so super soldier get in the kitchen where you belong.

The rest up to you, personally I don't really interested in him as much as some of y'all are so a punch and wings all I need.

[voghe]

can you do more nick jonas and zayn usernames? (or jonas brothers and zayn, but i prefer nick!) but make it like how u did with the ariana and taylor swift ones? if that’s okay xx

⭒ nicknonymousㅤㅤㅤ ⭒ zaynesthesia ⭒ jonastalgicㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⭒ zaynpurified ⭒ zaynrosé ⭒ nixelixirㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⭒ popnickz ⭒ fragilickjonasㅤㅤ ⭒ zaynellectra

⭒ zaynthology ⭒ nickvixenㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⭒ jonaspells ⭒ nicksomniaㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⭒ zayndreamscape ⭒ nickloricㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⭒ jonasorbitalㅤ

⭒ mysticzayn ⭒ jonaserendipiaㅤㅤ ⭒ zaynloretta ⭒ nicktropicaㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⭒ zayngelicspellㅤㅤ ⭒ nickenchantix ⭒ sirenickkㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⭒ jonascrushics ⭒ zayncerulean

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[grateful-for-zayn]

anna_not_anna

beanie_ontour

chanavarromartin

fangirlnotes on tiktok

louist91otter

taylorswiftball on tiktok

credit: Zaynlivestreams

[worldchamp-samizayn]

[iic4rusfalls]

mind of mine & Icarus falls header twitter

[thericons]

users jb and zayn malik pls

users justin bieber + zayn malik

unstruth / jourvibez / icarvfalls / scripeachs / brigtholy /habitdusk

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