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[hirayalia]

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[diviniyae]

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[hirayalia]

when I wrote about Maine coon!Zayne having a beautifully groomed fur, this is exactly what I imagined.

LOOK AT THAT SILKY BLACK FLUR OMGG 😮‍💨💗

MAJESTIC

THE PRETTY EARS AND THE FUR

[hirayalia]

LIA YEONJUN COMEBACK IN JULY

LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

i genuinely have no idea how he's gonna beat ggum but considering how it's yeonjun he'll find a way

IM EXCITED HEHE

[hirayalia]

welcome home

fluff! falling asleep on the sofa whilst waiting for zayne to come home from work, typical lover boy zayne activities

the door opens and zayne sighs in relief, taking off his shoes and hanging his coat. he spots a warm light hovering over the sofa, assuming you probably forgot to turn it off.

he walks over, realising that you stubbornly insisted on waiting for him to come home instead of going to bed. his heart softens as you curl up into yourself to keep warm.

crouching down, he watches fondly as the gentle light shines onto your peaceful features. zayne doesn’t dare to disturb your beauty sleep, but he can’t stand the thought of you waking up with a cramp in your neck.

his arms slide under you, bringing you closer to him in a bridal carry. your head instinctively rests against the crook of his arm, seeking his warmth.

he walks with gentle precision, careful to not wake you up. your eyes flutter, and zayne’s heart drops as he realises he woke you up.

“zaynie?” you ask, your voice groggy with sleep.

“hello my love.” he replies, watching as you try to keep your eyes open.

“you’re here. welcome home.” you say, a small smile appearing on your face.

before he can even say thank you, your eyes droopily close. zayne only smiles adoringly as he watches sleep overcome you.

putting you down gently on the bed, he places the blanket over you and kisses your cheek.

telling you off for sleeping on the sofa will have to wait until tomorrow. but for now, his darling must rest.

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[hirayalia]

let’s pretend i didn’t spend the past hour fixing my pinned post only for it to look the exact same

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[erenophilic]

"You're not hypoglycemic, Zayne.”

"What if i were? What if i died right here of low blood sugar because my wife refused to let me have one macaron?” The seriousness in his voice might have fooled anyone but you.

"Stop being dramatic. You’re not going to die of hypoglycemia just by skipping one macaron right after your dental appointment.” With that said, you snatch the plate from his hands and head straight to the kitchen to hide them somewhere he can't find.

When you come back to the living room, you see Zayne lying on the couch with his eyes closed, body still. “Zayne, are you okay?”

A small smile appears on his face at your concerned voice and you roll your eyes. You can't believe what lengths this grown ass doctor with a prestigious medical degree could go for sweets.

You decide to play along and walk over to him, crouching down on the floor. "Oh no. Did the famous cardiac surgeon of Akso hospital dr Zayne Li die of hypoglycemia?” You fake mourn his pretend death. “What a tragedy! I have no choice but to check his heartbeat."

His smile grows bigger, awaiting your touch on his chest, instead he feels them on his crotch.

He grabs your hands off almost immediately and pulls you on top of him, looking equally amused as surprised. "Do you think my heart is located there?”

“It’s not my fault that they're both big and do a very good job in loving me. Anyone could be easily mistaken.” you say while tracing a huge penis on his chest.

He seemed pleased with your answer. “What if i propose a deal? You show me how much you love me by giving me one macaron and i dedicate both my big attributes to love you back?”

“You're trying to sell your body for one macaron?”

He innocently nods, and you giggle. "As tempting as your offer is, Zaynie." You pat his chest and climb off him. "I'm going to have to pass."

"So my wife would rather see me dead than let my teeth rot?”

You shake your head, he's acting like a man in withdrawal except his addiction is sweet and so is his suffering. You almost pity him, “Yes, no sweets for..... a month.”

His face falls comically and you turn away, already running before he becomes more dramatic.

[jellyelle]

cowboy!caleb comes home to his pregnant wife

sitting on the porch, you sigh as strands of wool yarn move between your fingers, metal needles scraping as you finish off another row of the little sweater you're making. afternoon light warms your figure, curled up in the corner on a rocking chair. a homemade blanket covers your legs and growing belly, lavender at your feet swaying in the breeze.

in the distance, you hear the familiar thrum of your husband's pickup truck. and in a matter of moments, you see it, this small, boxy thing growing bigger with every second, tyres stirring up dirt and bonnet shining beneath the sun.

a smile spreads across your lips, excitement tingling in your aching sitting bones. you've been knitting since lunch, trying to finish this sweater off. but your mind has been fuzzy. distracted. but now everything seems to be clearing up as the truck pulls into your driveway.

the driver's side door pops open, and your hubby jumps down, grinning from ear-to-ear like this is the happiest day of his life. the dogs come barking, eager to welcome him home. they encircle his legs, paws tapping on his boots and scratching up his jeans as he gives you a 'one second, honey' look. you giggle quietly, your gaze falling down to the unfinished project in your hands. with a deep breath, you start on the next row, busying yourself for the next minute or so until caleb finally reaches you.

"how's my girl doing today?" he asks, his rough palm brushing back your hair and fingers pulling you in for sweet kiss. grin on grin, you chortle as he draws back.

"good," you say, beaming up at him.

"and how's our little one?" caleb shifts in front of you and crouches between your legs, his hands coming to your covered belly and rubbing it reverently. leaning forward, he kisses your tummy, those gooey, puppy eyes staring right at you, meanwhile.

"also good." after planting another kiss, your husband rises to his feet and pulls the rocking chair next to you even closer. sitting down in it, the dogs soon come bounding over, barking playfully. the older of the pair, comet, has a chewed-up tennis ball in her mouth.

"go get it girls!" caleb exclaims, throwing the saliva-drenched ball towards the grass beside your cosy home. your furry babies scurry off, excited to fetch the ball, while you call back your hubby's attention.

"look. i'm almost done." you hold up the sweater to him. he chuckles, reaching out and feeling the soft wool between his fingertips.

"mhm, what am i looking at, honey?" you pout at him adorably.

"this is the back, silly. i already did the front and the arms, and then once i finish this, i can sew it altogether."

"ah, i see." he leans over the armrests, hand falling back onto your tummy. "the baby's gonna love it."

"you think?" you ask, nerves slipping into your voice. the dogs return, and caleb throws the ball again, watching them sprint toward it with a satisfied smirk.

meanwhile, you continue knitting your row, a little pucker in your brow as you do so. you see, your pregnancy wasn't exactly planned. you and caleb have been married for a few years, you're both financially stable, and you've both grown and matured as people (sort of—cough caleb cough). there couldn't be a better time to start expanding your little family. but admittedly, you've been far more nervous about it than he has.

and he knows. he's been listening to your late-night rants about how terrifying it is to have a baby. from the ways in which your body will change to the responsibility of raising a child. and the entire time, he's been nothing but supportive, always listening and talking things out with you, helping you to see that while it's gonna be a big change, it'll be worth it.

"c'mon, sweetheart," caleb coos, drawing your attention back to this moment. you've finished your row. "the baby's gonna love anything you make, yeah? and they're gonna love you even more." he gently pries your hand away from the unfinished sweater and intertwines your fingers. your wedding bands clash, metal burning hot with the memories of the vows you made to each other. another sigh escapes you, this time, setting your mind at ease.

"really?"

"really," caleb reassures you, bringing his lips to the back of your hand. the dogs hound. "alright, alright." he lets go of your hand reluctantly and ends up throwing the ball so far it might have landed on the next property. "whoopsies." they go running, disappearing into the tree line.

"so how was work today?" you ask, changing the topic as you continue knitting. cay scratches the back of his head, fingers nudging his akubra.

"it was fine. a few new cows were delivered. a bit skinny, but we'll fatten 'em up in no time," he remarks. "you start on dinner yet?"

"no."

"good. i went to the butcher's on the way back. picked us up a couple of steaks. i was thinking about roastin' some veggies to go with 'em tonight." you flinch as caleb's ringtone blares at full volume, harsh and unexpected. "shit, sorry, honey. just a sec." he reefs his phone out of his back pocket and brings it to his ear.

you chuckle quietly as you listen to your neighbour berate caleb about your dogs jumping the fence again.

"yes, yes, i know. and i told you, i'm very sorry, mrs collins. they just love to play. look, i'll be over in a few minutes to pick 'em, okay? it won't happen again." huffing, caleb gets up and adjusts his hat. gazing down at you, the sun illuminates the long day etched into his handsome face.

"won't be long, sweetheart. why don't you head inside? i'll get started on dinner once i'm back." like how he greeted you, he places a tender kiss on your lips before walking away. he's halfway down the steps when you call out to him.

"caleb!" immediately, he whips around, alert like a canine.

"yeah?!" he calls back.

"i love you!" a grin instantly breaks out across his lips.

"i love you, too, honey! head back inside, alright?" you give him a thumbs-up and watch as his figure retreats, long legs carrying him quickly across the ground. for a moment, you sit there and wonder, how did you get so damn lucky?

© jellyelle 2026. do not copy, repost, translate, or feed my works into ai.

[hirayalia]

coming home

fluff! husband zayne coming home early after five days abroad for a conference, just lots of hugs and kisses

sitting on the sofa, you stare outside the window as happy couples walk past under the twinkling streetlights. you sigh, knowing that zayne still has two more days left before he comes back to you.

you head to the kitchen, making a cup of camomile tea to help you fall asleep quicker so that your lover comes home sooner. the sound of the door handle rattling has you feeling immediately anxious, knowing that nobody is meant to be entering for the next two days. grabbing a jasmine scented disinfectant spray, you await for the attacker to enter.

the door opens, and you feel your heart pounding. a man steps through the entrance, and you soon realise that it is your man.

“zayne!” you drop the disinfectant and run up to him, where he catches you with ease. “i missed you so so much. it was so lonely without you.”

“did you enjoy my surprise, darling?” he asks, stroking your hair. you sniffle in response. “there's no need for tears, beloved. let me see the face i missed so much, hm?”

you face him with a frown on your face and he wipes the tears on your cheeks, kissing the tip of your nose. “what about my lips?” you pout and he smiles before pressing his lips against yours.

“my pretty darling. i missed you so much these past five days.” he whispers.

“five days too long, zaynie. five days are too long without you.” you complain, tightening your grip around his neck.

“it really is, darling. i dreamt of your gorgeous face every night. i don't think i would have been able to survive another two more days without you by my side.” you giggle, pointing towards the bedroom where all you want to do is cuddle your husband.

“let me just put down my bags darling and we can go sleep.” he suggests, and you shake your head, refusing to let him go. “alright, i won't darling. did you go out with your friends today? it smells like your perfume.”

“hm? no?” you face your husband, smelling the air. the disinfectant spray. “oh, it's the jasmine disinfectant spray when i thought you were an intruder.” you grin.

“you thought i was an intruder? darling, if anything you should use more stronger weapons, like bleach for example.” your husband responds, offended you didn't almost try and harm him.

“i'm sorry for not wanting to injure my husband? besides, you're back so you can do all of that for me.” you kiss his cheek.

“i'm back and i'm here to stay, my love.” he replies, taking you to your shared bedroom.

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[igotanidea]

Cardiac surgeon habits: Zayne x reader

(aka: the one where he jokes about his professional instincs)

People thinks he's cold.

And he's okay with that. Knowing that surgeon life is lonely and emotions are killer, especially in the OR.

But when he comes home after another 48h shift and finds her still awake, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling ... it hurts.

And somehow, for the first time in a very, very long time, he feels like explanining himself.

Something he never does.

With light steps, he approaches the bed and settles next to her, the dip of the mattress seving as a familiar welcome home.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"I know i'm dry and curt sometimes, but -"

"That's not much of a surprise though." She muttered, not shiifting to look a him, eyes still boring a hole in the ceiling.

Andi it felt like some twisted sort of ice bucket challenge on his already frailed psyche.

Why would she say something so cruel?

But then... Perhaps he did deserve it. He definitely deserved it.

"Hm." He hummed, like a neutral sign he internally agreed and wished to no longer discuss it.

"Hey. Hey no." Y/N realised her slip in a matter of seconds. "Let me finish. I only meant that... Well, you operate on hearts. You give a piece of your own to every patient on the table, no wonder you have nothing left for yourself..." Her hand landed on his chest, feeling the steady rythm of his blood being pumped. "But for what it;s worth... you have mine. I'll share if that's what it takes."

"Y- Y/N..." he was literally speechless.

"Sh. It;s okay. It's strong. It can beat for us both..." She nuzzled into him, this time guiding his hand to her chest. "I'll be your heart outside your body."

"Should I remind you, you're talking to cardiac surgeon?" He tried to dead-pan, but the way his voice faltered (in a way his hands were never allowed to) gave him away. "What if one day I decide to steal it and transplant it?"

"Oh Zayne, you silly man. Cardiac surgeon habits or not, you can;t still something that's already yours."

[chaeggis]

#sylusmc one-panel filo au

pagod ka na nga, gusto nang umuwi, at napaka-mahal pa ng gas ngayon pero...

(p.s. posted this sa X nung March pa)

[hirayalia]

maine coon!zaynie is asking for treats, what is the only correct answer, my dear Lia? 🥸🎤

EJSFJDSLEK this is so silly, i'm sorry. he's been on my mind lately (i need to continue the series omg please throw a tomato at me so i feel more pressured LMAO).

what an extinguished gentleman!! whatever the young maine coon desires, he must get!! MY ZAYNIE OMG

MAI PLEASE SPAM MY REQUESTS WHENEVER HEHE!!

BUT *THROWS TOMATO AT YOU LANDING SMACK BANG ON YOUR CUTE HEAD* GET YOUR WRITING DONE LOVELY!! <3

[hirayalia]

Hellooo,

Having PCOS symptoms, I’ve been thinking about Zayne reaction in learning that MC/Us have PCOS, how he would act.. if it’s possible !

It could be comforting for PCOS girlies !

Btw I love your account :3

hi anon!!

terribly sorry about this request being extremely overdue (overdue to the point where the literal name of the condition has changed from pcos to pmos)!

i was unfortunately failing at becoming an academic weapon :( i hope you enjoy my thoughts and i hope it was what you wanted my lovely!!