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09 liner (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ writing for funnnnn

[starlami]

Masterlist .✦ ݁˖

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Tommorow x Together:

Ot5 txt: Hybrid headcanons

Choi Soobin: nothing here... .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

Choi Yeonjun: Kissed the (fresh) scars on my skin

Choi Beomgyu: Let me

Kang Taehyun: nothing here... .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

Huening Kai: Bed bug

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Stray Kids:

Yang Jeongin: Fox's love

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Boy next door:

Kim Woonhak: Burning hot

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BTS:

nothing here... .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

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about.... Me!!

[starlami]

Burning hot

Pairing: Kim Woonhak x gn!reader

Summary: Both of you cannot stand the heat of the summer in the morning, but he will be the less lazy one to get up?

Genre: fluff, slice of life, domestic fluff

!Warnings!: -

Word count: 520

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You felt so hot. That was the first thing you realised as you blinked your eyes open. Your gaze was met with Woonhak’s barely parted eyes, still glazed with sleep. He was on the opposite end of the bed, dressed in a random tshirt and underwear - similar to you. The heat of summer was overwhelming, forcing you two to sleep on the far ends of the bed, not able to stand the body heat of the other. Despite that, Woonkah managed to have one of his ankles hooked over yours, wanting to share even the smallest touch with you. 

“Hi” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the silence of the room, his voice hoarse from sleep. “Hi” You mumbled back, watching him squeeze his eyes shut and groan as he buried his face in his pillow. 

“‘m so… hot” He mumbled, rolling his face to look at you again before moving his gaze to the turned off fan that stood by the far edge of the bed. The only reason for the fan to be off was the stupid programming which for some reason forced it to turn off after 3 hours of constant usage. To save energy or whatever bullshit the instructions tried to feed you. He then moved his eyes back to you, now wearing a pleading look. 

“I’m not getting up” You mumbled, basking in the laziness of the morning despite the sweat clinging to your body. “But i turned it on last time” He huffed, eyes closing, making him look like a kicked puppy. He did have a point, as he bravely got up last morning at 6 a.m to turn the damn fan on. You closed your eyes, breathing the hot air in through your nose before pushing yourself up onto your forearms… and falling back down onto the soft mattress “But Im sooo comfy” You whined, peering your eyes open to look at Woonhak’s unimpressed face. 

“Me too” he retorted. “Not as comfy as me” You argued. “I'm more comfy than you” he frowned at you.

“No you’re not.” “Yes I am.” “No you’re not” “Yes I am” 

The bickering went on for a good minute before you accepted your defeat and with an exaggerated groan you pushed yourself up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Your feet made contact with the wooden floor, sticking to the floor in that weird, sticky-sweaty way as you made your way to the foot of the bed, reaching a hand out to turn the fan on. The machine slowly started to move, cold air blowing across the bed accompanied with a satisfied huff from your boyfriend. You walked back around the bed, falling face first onto your pillow.

“Thank you, you’re the best” Woonhak smiled at you, ignoring the annoyed groan he got from you. His hand reached out, pinkyhooking around yours as he closed his eyes, basking in the chilliness the fan brought. You turned your head, looking at his content face. If getting up to turn the fan on got him this happy, you wouldn't mind getting up everyday for him.   

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Ahhhh finnaly a new post after... a few weeks (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠). A short one but i somehow gotta get back to writing without forcing myself to do it but doing it for fun. Btw this is inspired by what im going through rn, bc the heat is unbareable im melting (ᗒᗣᗕ)

[soobinsoudesu]

GHOST GIRL ☆⋆⭒˚.⋆ yeonjun smau

Summary: Y/N moves into a cheap apartment only to find out it’s haunted. Desperate, she asks for help, and Taehyun tags his friend Yeonjun—a rookie paranormal investigator. The catch? Yeonjun is a certified professional who is utterly terrified of ghosts.

⤷ choi yeonjun x fem! reader

a/n: last chapter (or is it?). thank you for reading ghost girl, this was my actual first time writing something about paranormal and thriller so thank you for giving it love🤍 I'm gonna take a really short break from writing and will come back to post soon!

15. unfinished business

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The police tape fluttered lazily in the evening breeze, its bright yellow plastic a jarring contrast against the decaying concrete of the alleyway.

From across the street, Y/N stared at it, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if she could shield herself from the sudden rush of memories. "Remind me again why I agreed to this?"

Beside her, Yeonjun adjusted the strap of the heavy equipment bag hanging from his left shoulder. He did it clumsily, his injured right arm still tucked securely against his chest in a sleek black sling, a sharp reminder of just how high the stakes had been only days prior.

"Because deep down, you're a brave and noble soul," Yeonjun murmured, offering her a faint, reassuring grin.

"I think it's actually because you wouldn't stop texting me about this," Y/N corrected dryly, though her lips twitched upward despite the anxiety knotting her stomach.

"That too."

Turning her gaze back to the building, Y/N realized Woori Villa looked entirely different now. It seemed smaller, somehow. Less threatening. For months, the apartment complex had loomed over her life like a monster waiting around every corner, a labyrinth of shifting shadows and malicious intent. Now, stripped of its secrets, it just looked old and entirely abandoned.

The cracked windows reflected the warm, bleeding orange glow of the sunset. There were no looming silhouettes behind the glass. No indistinct figures pacing the halls. No sudden, unnatural movement. Just hollow glass catching the dying light of the day.

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of the past week pressing down on her. "I still hate this."

Yeonjun's playful expression softened, the tease leaving his eyes as he looked at her. "I know."

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The city hummed around them, a stark reminder that the rest of the world was moving on, completely unaware of what had transpired within these walls. Finally, Yeonjun nodded toward the taped-off entrance.

"Ready?"

"No."

"Great."

"Yeonjun."

"I'm kidding," he said softly, a beat passing before he added with a slight smirk, "Mostly."

Y/N rolled her eyes, let out a shaky breath, and ducked beneath the yellow police barrier. "You are truly the worst."

"Yet you keep hanging out with me," Yeonjun pointed out, slipping under the tape behind her with an agile twist of his shoulders, despite his immobilized arm.

"Unfortunately."

"That's basically a confession of love."

"It's literally not."

The bickering died the exact moment they stepped into the lobby. Immediately, both of them froze, their senses on high alert.

The silence hit them first. But it wasn't the heavy, suffocating silence they had grown terrified of. It wasn't the kind of static air that made the hair on the back of Y/N's neck stand up, signaling that something unseen was angry. It was just... silence. The entirely ordinary, mundane kind.

Somewhere deep in the structure, the building creaked overhead as it settled into the evening cool. A pipe groaned faintly within the walls. Nothing else followed.

Slowly, Yeonjun lifted his left hand, flicking on the spirit box. The familiar, harsh crackle of sweeping white 

noise bled through the speaker, cutting through the stillness. Frequencies flashed across the tiny screen, sliding past one another rapidly.

Chhh-krzz-shhh.

No voices. No desperate, fragmented whispers. No distorted warnings or icy drafts. Just pure, empty radio static.

Y/N found herself holding her breath anyway as they began to climb the stairs. Each familiar step was a physical anchor to a memory she wished she didn't have. She could still see the phantom echoes of it all—the discovery of the hidden room, the worn pages of the diary, the echoing screams, and the sharp copper smell of blood on the floor. By the time they reached her floor, her chest felt incredibly tight, the ghost of her past terror constricting her lungs.

Yeonjun paused on the landing, checking her expression. "You okay?"

She nodded instinctively, then immediately shook her head, letting out a breathless laugh. "Not really."

"Fair." His blunt, honest answer caught her off guard, making her chuckle despite the thick tension.

Her apartment door stood completely open, left unlatched by the forensic teams who had already finished meticulously combing the unit for evidence. Stepping across the threshold, the place felt entirely surreal without her belongings. It was hollowed out. Devoid of life, but notably, devoid of fear. It looked exactly like a stage after the actors had gone home and the lights had been cut.

The floorboards creaked beneath her sneakers as she walked into the center of the room. For a fleeting second, her muscles braced for the temperature to plummet. She expected the overhead lights to flicker wildly. She expected something.

Nothing happened.

Yeonjun walked a slow, deliberate circle around the perimeter, sweeping the spirit box through the empty space.

Static. Static. Static.

Minutes ticked by in agonizing slowness. Still, nothing came through the white noise.

Eventually, Yeonjun lowered his arm, flicking the switch to turn the device off. The sudden absence of the static left a profound, tranquil quiet in its wake. The final realization settled between them, heavy and undeniable, requiring absolutely no words to confirm.

Y/N looked around her old apartment one last time. She traced the lines of the living room, the narrow stretch of the hallway, the exact spot near the kitchen where she had first heard the disembodied footsteps months ago. This was the place where she had spent countless sleepless nights, terrified and utterly convinced that something malicious was watching her from the dark.

And for the first time since she had signed the lease—she wasn't afraid.

Beside her, Yeonjun let out a long, slow exhale. A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, all the dramatic bravado completely melting away.

"I think they're gone," he murmured.

Y/N turned her eyes toward the window. The golden hour sunlight spilled across the bare floorboards, casting everything in a warm, quiet, and deeply peaceful glow.

"Yeah," she whispered softly, feeling the last remnant of the weight leave her chest. "I think so too."

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[starlami]

Last text lowkey got me nervous

[starlami]

Sooo.... A longer taehyun ff coming this summer???

[starlami]

So this is how writers block feels like...   ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა 

[starlami]

Should I write skz or bts hybrid hc next????

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Skz!!

Bts!!

Voting ended onJun 8

[starlami]

100 likes on bed bug, almost 100 on fox's love and almost 50 on hybrid hc, I am so grateful!!!! Literaly giving me energy to write, taehyun one shot coming sooooooon

[soobinieee]

Things He Never Throws Away

pairing: bf! soobin x f!reader

genre: FLUFFFF, established relationship, slice of life

word count: 712

sum. you discovered that Soobin secretly keeps small, seemingly meaningless items...

The first time you realized Soobin kept things, it was by accident.

You weren’t supposed to see it.

He’d left his notebook open on the desk while he went to grab something, and you, being you—leaned over out of boredom more than curiosity.

It wasn’t notes. It was… random. A receipt. A dried leaf. A candy wrapper.

You frowned slightly, flipping the page.

A movie ticket stub.

Another page—there was a tiny pressed flower, carefully taped down. And then...

Your handwriting.

You froze.

It was just a scrap of paper. Torn, slightly crumpled, with a messy “don’t forget to eat!!!” written in your rushed handwriting, complete with three aggressively drawn exclamation marks.

You remembered writing it. You’d shoved it into his hand weeks ago when he skipped lunch again.

“…what are you doing?”

You nearly jumped.

Soobin was standing in the doorway, staring at you. Not angry—just… caught.

“I...uh—” You gestured helplessly at the notebook. “You collect trash?”

His ears turned red almost instantly. “It’s not trash.”

“It’s literally a candy wrapper.”

“It was from that place you like,” he muttered, walking over quickly and closing the notebook.

You blinked. “…you kept it because of that?”

He didn’t answer. Which, honestly, was an answer.

You leaned against the desk, crossing your arms. “Okay, but the leaf?”

“…you said it looked like a heart.”

You tried—really tried—not to smile.

“And the receipt?” “You were complaining about the price for ten minutes.” “I still stand by that,” you said immediately. “It was overpriced.”

A pause.

Then, softer, you added, “So you kept it?”

He shrugged, avoiding your eyes. “I just… keep things.”

“Things,” you repeated slowly. “Yeah.” “That remind you of me?”

Silence.

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly debating whether to deny it or not.

“…maybe.”

That did it.

You laughed, not in a teasing way, but something warmer—something that made him glance at you, slightly confused.

“That’s kind of cute, Soobin.”

“It’s not supposed to be cute,” he mumbled.

“Too late.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but didn’t. Instead, he sat down, pulling the notebook closer to him like you might steal it.

You leaned down slightly, peeking at the edge. “What else is in there?”

“Nothing.” “Liar.” “It’s just random stuff.” “Show me.” “No.”

“Show me,” you insisted, nudging his arm.

He held firm for a second—then sighed, like he knew he wasn’t going to win anyway.

“Fine. But don’t laugh.” “I won’t.”

You absolutely would.

He opened it slowly this time, flipping through the pages himself. There was more than you expected.

A bus ticket. A photo booth strip—your faces slightly blurry because you wouldn’t stop moving. A sticky note with a badly drawn star (yours again).

And then—

You pointed. “Wait, that’s from—”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

It was from a day you barely remembered mentioning. Something small, insignificant to you.

But he had it. Saved. Pressed between pages like it mattered.

“…you’re really serious about this, huh?” you said, softer now.

He didn’t look embarrassed anymore. Just honest.

“I forget things easily,” he admitted. “So I keep stuff instead.”

You tilted your head. “But these are all… me.” “…yeah.”

There was no hesitation that time.

Something in your chest shifted.

Carefully, you reached out, touching the edge of the page where your messy note was taped down.

“You know,” you said, voice quieter than before, “you don’t have to keep pieces of paper to remember me.”

He looked at you then, really looked.

“I know,” he said.

A small pause. “…but I want to.”

That landed heavier than anything else he’d said. You didn’t tease him this time. Didn’t laugh. Instead, you tore a small piece from your own notebook, quickly scribbling something before placing it in front of him.

He blinked. “What’s this?”

“Add it to your collection,” you said.

Suspicious, he picked it up. “you’re cute too (but don’t get used to it)”

His lips pressed together, like he was trying not to smile.

Failed.

“…this one’s staying,” he said. “Obviously.”

He carefully tucked it into the notebook, smoothing it out like it was something fragile.

And for the first time, you noticed—

He wasn’t just keeping things. He was keeping moments. And somehow, without you realizing...

He’d been keeping you, too.

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[starlami]

So cute I might get diabetes

[starlami]

I have so much ideas for ffs but no motivation 💔💔💔💔💔💔

[starlami]

A writer I adore liked my post....... Im so chill about it (I'm not)

[starlami]

TXT hybrid headcanons

Pairing: individual hybrid!txt x gn!reader

Summary: Basicly my take on txt as hybrids ><

Genre: fluff, headcanons

!Warnings!: -

Word count: 1K

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Yeonjun as… a fennec fox!

With large ears poking out his blonde hair, dark eyes and a loud, loud voice, a fluffy tail (he spends too much time taking care of) Yeonjun takes pride in his nature.

Is so so so loud, always whining, barking, chattering… the neighbors hate him

claimed a spot on the couch that is opposite the window so he can bask in the sun all day long

Is the most active in the afternoon after sleeping through the whole morning

So playful and a tease, always keeps you on your toes

But when the sun dims and the house is drowned in moonlight, he’ll lay with you on the couch, rubbing his cheek against yours in a desperate attempt to merge himself with you 

Tries to take care of you and protect you, he just wants you to be safe!!

Anytime you come back from a night out, he’s already on you asking you a million questions while helping you unwind - he help you wash your makeup off and get ready for bed

Yeonjun loves like a real fox, warm, sweet and protective. 

Soobin as… a bunny!

Such a basic headcanon, but i cannot see Soobin as anything else but a sweet bunny, with dusty gray, fluffy ears that flop around and a pair of bunny teeth 

So jumpy, he gets a jumpscare from anything 

Trails behind you all day long, always wants to stay by your side

If he’s angry or impatient he will thump his foot against the floor (and will later be embarrassed about it)

Such a clean freak, he always makes sure his ears aren’t dirty

Assert ‘dominance’ by forcing you to wash his hair and ears (he whines until you agree) and by nipping your shoulders while cuddling

loves cuddling so much, especially if he gets to be the little spoon. 

He isn’t that vocal, motley because he’s shy, but he will ‘purr’ from time to time

Soobin is a sweet, clingy, fluffy ball of love that can’t stay longer than a minute away from you 

Beomgyu as… a hyena!

Covered in soft brown spots with two round ears and a permanent smile stuck on his face. The short tail he has is almost always curling or moving uncontrollably  

So, so, so annoyingly loud. If he starts laughing or talking you can’t shut him up.

He’s so curious it often borders on invasive. You bought something new and don't want to show him? He will find it. Randomly goes through your stuff. Trying to lock yourself away from him in another room? He will find a way to open the door, somehow not breaking it. Never told you how he does it.

He might be a brat, but one frown from you and he’s acting like an angel. Matriarchy runs deep in him. Would never, ever question your order. Jump of a bridge? He’s on it. 

Does the typical hyena like giggle when he’s nervous or anxious, often while meeting new people. Tries to hold it in, he’s so embarrassed when it slips out.

As I mentioned, he's loud. It's 3am and he’s howling because…. honestly you never know. He could be excited about something he saw on tv, annoyed at other howling hybrids or barking dogs.

He’s nocturnal and is the most active after midnight. But he will try to keep quiet for you and will set thousands of alarms for morning just so he can wake up and spend time with you. 

Beomgyu loves in a loud, chaotic way but never fails to make you feel protected. 

Taehyun as… a lemon shark!

Look at his teeth and tell me that’s not a shark. His skin is a pretty tan shade with gills on the sides of his neck. He’s capable of both breathing underwater and on land. Also has a fin on his upper back- finding clothes that fit over it is an annoying chore.

He loves visiting the beach or pools and demands you take him swimming at least twice a week. 

He also goes on runs a few times a week, needing to stay active. You had to either sponsor him a gym membership or equipment he could use to work out at home

Refuses to eat if there’s no meat in the food, preferably fish or other sea creatures

Will ‘hunt’ you. So basically run around after you until he catches you, than play fights with you until he finally kisses you, stating that's basically like eating you

Is so jealous. You're out and another pretty hybrid approaches you? Not on his watch, he will literally bare his teeth if he ‘feels a bad vibe’ from them. He sometimes gets jealous of your friends, but he quickly learned not to act on his instincts around them unless he wants to get scolded.. 

Will gently bite you while cuddling. Never hard enough to hurt you, but enough to leave faint marks on your skin.

 Taehyun is kind of like a puppy - a big, active ball of love that wants you by his side till the day he dies

Huening Kai as… a white dove!

So basically a white rock pigeon… but he calls himself a dove because it ‘sounds more fancy’. Takes soooo much pride in ‘being the symbol of peace’ 

With beautiful, white hair and soft feathers sticking alongside the strands of hair. More feathers grow in patches on his body and beautiful angel-like wings adoring his back. He loves to wrap his wings around you while hugging you

Will make a nest on your bed containing a blanket, the duvet and both of your clothes wrapped messily into a nest like construction and later demands you cuddle with him in it

Loses feathers which can be so annoying. You often have to vacuum the feathers because sometimes he loses so much of them!

Sees you and only you as his one and only. Bonded with you for life, he has no idea how he was able to live for so long without you

Has a habit of stashing snack under the bed ‘just in case’

Often chirps, coos and hoots when he’s excited. You often get noise complaints from your members as he loves to be vocal in the mornings. He’s basically your personal alarm clock. 

Love with Huening Kai is pure and innocent. He sees you as a mare for life

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A/N

So excited to post this!!!! I had sm fun writing it ><

[starlami]

Hybrid Txt dropping #today in like 4 hours 👏👏

[starlami]

School is reslly overwhelming rm so no one shot this week 💔💔💔 but I started writing some short hybrid Txt headcanons so I'll try to drop them this week!!!

[starlami]

I want to announce that I love my 12 followers

[starlami]

Istg if I find another amazing looking fanfic, literaly all i ever wanted in the description and I get hit with #smut I'm gonna kms.

[starlami]

Fox's love

Pairing: Fox hybrid!Yang Jeonign x gn!reader

Summary: Jeonging cannot have his favourite person exhausted like this!!!

Genre: Fluff, domestic fluff

!Warnings!: -

Word count: 1,5K

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Jeongins eyes snapped open at the sound of the front door being shut close. He stretched his arms over his head, letting out a quiet huff as he shook off the well earned nap (after a day of doing nothing) from his body. The pair of long, fluffy ears peaking out from his ginger hair caught a sound that made him turn his head in your direction, even though he couldn't see you from where you were taking off your jacket, hearing you let out an exhausted huff. He frowned slightly, his nose twitching in displeasure as he caught the bitter scent of distress and the busy city seeping into the apartment along with you. Finally you, his owner, the sun in his life, walked into the room. Except you looked more like the rainy clouds outside, not the sun he envisioned you as. Your hair was wet from the pouring rain, your makeup slightly smudged from a long day. Your shoulders were slumped in that tired way he learned to decipher after one too many days you came back from university looking just like this.

 Exhausted. 

Overwhelmed. 

The fox jumped off the couch, gracefully making his way to you. His orange, fluffy tail that ended with a soft white tip twitched and swayed lightly behind him as he followed you to the kitchen. He came up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Hi” he said softly, the usual teasing in his voice now replaced by softness only reserved for you. “Hey” you said back, not paying him too much attention as your body moved on autopilot, putting in a teaspoon too much of coffee into your mug. The fox frowned, knowing you were probably planning on cramping for your exams again instead of paying him the attention he deserved. 

“Long day?” He asked, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rubbed his cheek against your neck, trying to get rid of the bitter scent of the outside world and get you covered in his scent - a mix of ginger, cinnamon and a hint of something powder like. His arms tightened around you, restricting you slightly from the preparation of your nth coffee of the day. 

You sighed slightly, still not allowing yourself to fully rest. To fully lean into him like he wanted you to. “Yeah. I swear, the professor wants to kill us. He said the exam will cover another topic he literally said wouldn't be on it! Adding another, huge topic a week before exams? Who does that!” You huffed in annoyance, trying to pry the foxes arms away from your waist so you could move fully. He didn't allow you to. “Have you eaten today?” he mumbled, now switching to the other side where he rubbed his nose along the column of your neck, his forehead bumping your chin ever so often. 

“...I have” You said as you allowed the fox to scent you as he pleased. “anything other than breakfast? And no, granola bars do not count.” he murmured, lips brushing your skin.

The silence after his words was loud enough to give him his answer. “And let me guess. You're planning on studying until you fall asleep at the desk?” He asked, biting your shoulder lightly in a playful gesture. “Mmm, not happening” He decided for you, nuzzling his forehead against your shoulder before swooping you up in his arms, ignoring your yelp of surprise. 

“Innie! Put me down!” You exclaimed, trying to push at his chest and kicking your legs in protest, with no result. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, steering his way through the dimly lit apartment until he reached the bathroom door. He opened it with his elbow, turned on the light by headbutting the light switch and then kicked the door closed. He made his way to the bathtub, setting you at the edge of it. You looked up at him with your arms crossed and an annoyed expression as he moved to turn the water on, adjusting the temperature until it was comfortable enough for you. He turned to you, watching you as if you were acting strange. 

“What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off” He said, blinking at you before moving to one of your cupboards. He started rummaging through it as if he owned it, tail swishing behind him as he pulled out some of your oils and bath salts. By this point the tub was full and you turned the water off. He turned back to you with a hum, taking your hand as he helped you step into the water. As you settled down in the warm, comforting water he wasted no time in pouring the scented oils and expensive salts into the water, clearly having no idea what he was doing. But instead of scolding him like you first thought told you to do, you just closed your eyes. You peeled one eye open when the warm scent of the fox hit you, being met with his boyish grin and too pleased with himself expression. He was kneeling next to the bathtub, his tail wagging softly behind him as he watched you relax. 

“Im gonna go make you some food, yeah? Can't have you going to bed hungry.” He said, getting up. But before he could even take a step away from you, your wet hand grabbed onto his, making him turn his head to look at you. “Stay with me…?” You asked shyly. The surprised expression he first made quickly melted into a happy grin, his tail starting to wag in excitement. He basically fell to his knees by the bathtub, his hands gripping the edge of it as he rested his chin on them, staring straight at you as his tail continued on wagging, now thumping against the floor. You turned your head away from the fox, embarrassed with your request and his intense staring. He shuffled even closer, which was almost impossible. 

“Why aren’t you looking at me? Shy?” he cooed at you, following his words with a giggle. He turned his head, trying to catch your gaze. You groaned in fake annoyance, splashing a tiny bit of water at him which made his gasp in an overexaggerated way, his ears twitching slightly as he fell back onto his butt. You chuckled, looking at the grinning boy who was already up on his knees, staring at you. He moved to his earlier position, only now he dipped his hand into the warm water to fish out your hand, intertwining them together. You allowed him too, finally meeting his eyes.

You sat with him like this, holding eye contact in silence. His brown eyes, filled with so much love, were tracing your face as if he tried to burn this moment into his memory so he could hold onto it forever. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but the water was getting colder with every second that passed. “Cold?” He asked, almost hesitant like he didn’t want to break this peaceful moment. “A bit” you mumbled softly. He stood up, reaching his hand out for you to help you out of the water. He pulled you up to your feet, carefully leading your wet feet to the fluffy towel laid out on the floor, water dripping from your body, wetting the material. Suddenly, he wrapped a towel around you, helping you dry yourself. You chuckled “Innie, i can do it myself” He ignored your words as he patted your legs dry. “I know” He hummed, placing a kiss on your nose. He passed you your Pjs, allowing you to get dressed into the pair of warm sweats and his shirt that was soaked in his scent. 

You two left the bathroom and he pulled you to the kitchen “So. Let me cook for you hm?” He hummed pulling his sleeves up like he was confident of his cooking abilities. You giggled, running a hand through his ginger hair, making him lean into your touch with a quiet purr. “How about we order take out instead? I think you remember what happened last time I allowed you to cook…” You hummed, recalling the day he wanted to show off his cooking skills… And almost burned down the kitchen. He huffed “Fine, fine.” He grumbled, hiding his face in your shoulder, taking in your new scent. You smelled clean, but still like him. Good. 

He grabbed your hand, steering you to the couch. It was messy, a few pillows kicked off, the blanket he napped under messily thrown across the couch. He pulled you onto the softness of the couch, wrapping himself around you as he purred, rubbing his cheek against yours. 

“Thank you Innie” You said, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to relax and feel him, all of him, around you. To feel his warm touch, cheek to cheek, arms around your body. To feel his scent, the warmness filling your nose. To hear the soft pattern of his breath and feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. To taste all the sweet words you wanted to shower him in. And finally, to lift your eyelids and be met with his eyes, looking deep into yours with a smile on his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”   

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An

I had so so so much fun writing this one bc: i love fluff and i love hybrids!!! Lets ignore how freaky 90% of hybrid ffs are.... #fluff4ever (˶>⩊<˶)

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