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Thank you! This made me smile so much 🥹 this is my first time writing toxic stuff, and I was so proud of the cologne bit when I came up with it 🤭

Toxic ex-husband!txt

Warnings: toxic, possessive, erratic behaviour, do not try this at home

Note: I feel diabolical for writing this

Soobin

Soobin is ushered out of a different exit of the courthouse than you, but his long legs make quick work of rounding the building—he’d seen your lawyer steering you out a back door. He finds you just as you reach your car, in such a passion that he doesn't notice the way you jump at the sound of his voice. You just sat through an hour of feeling his eyes on you as your divorce was finalised, kept your nerve and avoided looking his way, and you didn't have the nerve to face him now. His mind flashes with glimpses of the past, before you went through this silly charade of separation. All the happy times you’d had, all those years of love. His heart felt sour in his chest.

"You don't mean it, I know you don't," he calls out to you as he approaches. You're quick to shut yourself inside your car and lock the doors, scrambling to put the key in the ignition as his hands press against the window. "I know you'll miss me," he insists, somehow still not understanding the reality of the situation even after the year-long divorce process. "You won't last a day in that house without me." He walks mindlessly in the wake of the car as you drive away, anger flaring. He won't give you up.

Yeonjun

He dons a hoodie and sits in the back of the dark bar you're having a first date in. It wasn't hard to get access to the time and location of this little rendezvous, since the password for your new dating profile is the same one you use for everything else. He watches you flirt and make small talk, smile stupidly at this new love interest, who in Yeonjun's opinion is definitely trying way too hard. And yes, he's noticed that you're wearing his favourite dress, the one that he bought for you, that you would wear to every date night the two of you shared. He grits his teeth so hard he can hear the strain on them, downing the last of the drink he ordered to keep his table and slipping out. When you finally make it back to the parking lot, he's leant up against your car, hood off and face smug in the dim artificial light.

"Hey, baby," he says smugly, causing you to shiver. You haven't heard his voice in so long, and the pet name...

"What are you doing here? You know it's over," you keep your tone confident while looking around nervously. "You should be moving on, like I have."

He takes a few steps closer to you. "You know why you like that guy so much?" Yeonjun asks, leaning his face close to your ear and taking a whiff of an in-breath before whispering, "he's wearing my cologne."

Beomgyu

You're about to turn out the light and go to sleep when a loud knocking startles you, bringing you back downstairs. Carefully you look out the peep hole and see Beomgyu, cursing to yourself before opening the door with the plan to give him an earful. But when the door swings open, his eyes look frantic, and he lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging as if relieved. "Oh thank god," he says, before stepping around you into the house and looking around the room.

"Beomgyu, no. You have to go," you say sternly. He turns to face you and his distressed look is still at play. "I saw- There was someone creeping around out there," he explains excitedly, eyes wide. "They were right on the lawn!”

Panicked, you turn your gaze to the window. Before you know it he's grabbing you, pulling you against his chest. "I was so worried." You can feel his heart hammering against you, no evidence to be suspicious of his story. Your own heart rate picks up, and you almost feel comforted that Beomgyu is here, that someone was looking out for you. "I'll keep you safe. Let me stay, just for tonight."

Taehyun

Taehyun never thought he would stoop to this level, but hey, the tracking program was on sale—it was as if the universe was telling him he was meant to do it. He doesn't know how long he's been awake, staring at his computer screen, at the red dot that represents your phone's location. He did wash a few dishes earlier, but he had intermittently looked over at his phone where the same red dot shone unblinking back at him. It hasn't moved for hours, and he begins to wonder if he's been scammed, if maybe he should have gone for the device that he could attach to your car... Taehyun feels like the little red dot is mocking him, and he almost wants it to move from the square that depicts your house. Antsy and frustrated, he turns on the TV. But even while he distractedly watches some sporting match, he sees red.

Huening Kai

You hear your mother talking as you let yourself in to her house, your childhood home, for one of your weekly dinners together. There were no cars parked on the street, so you figure she's on the phone with one of her friends as she laughs heartily. You can't help but smile at how happy she sounds as you leave your shoes at the door. When you round the corner into the kitchen, the smile dies on your face. Standing there, oven mitts in hand, chuckling along with your mother, is your ex husband. It's as if the last eight months never happened and all is nice and peachy, just another Tuesday night and not the twilight zone.

Huening Kai spots you in the doorway and gives you a smile, your mother turning around looking bubbly and bright. "Here she is! Look who stopped in," she says, as if you haven't noticed the big elephant in the room.

"Why?" you ask with no semblance of friendliness.

She flicks the tea towel your way as if scolding you, looking simply incredulous. "Be nice to our guest! He brought dessert."

You feel like you're being pranked. She's always been on your side of things, though she would never speak badly of her ex son-in-law, and suddenly she's wrapped around his little finger? Have you missed something, you wonder.

The oven dings and the two exchange excited looks, seemingly ignoring your presence. Kai slips his hands into the mitts and opens the door, retrieving a sweet smelling pie. Your mother claps her hands, childlike, and moves off to find cutlery. Surely you must be dreaming, because this is too much. Kai holds the dessert out for you to see, smiling down at you with bright innocent eyes, tilting his head the way he used to when he addressed you. "Would you like to taste, honey?"

This is so 🥺 it gets better everytime I read it

Him being injured and them meeting because of that is genius! (in battle and everything, I'm eating this up) And her being so gentle with him like he's fragile even though he's immortal and she's the mortal one 😭 He could feel his own heartbeat again- his firework in the dark- 🥹 But using his snow powers when she's sad and the PAJAMAS?! I can't. The fact that she makes him hate mortality even more and the researching PLEASE AURA my heart

I can definitely say I'm down bad for frost prince Taehyun and your brain because this was everything I needed and more, can I please write like you?

↬ frost prince taehyun hc’s ↫

genre: sfw, fluff/slight angst

warnings: fantasy au, mentions of injuries and death, lmk if i missed something

note: i got a little carried away but ughh i love this tyun so much!! i also wanted to add some nsfw but ended up abandoning this idea. big thank you to @mapofthemazeinthemirror who totally made me write this 🥹🙏🏻

frost prince taehyun who’s heart is as cold as his powers, an icy shell surrounding the vulnerable organ. he never shows his emotions, walking around the castle with a stoic expression

even though he’s so closed with his feelings, everybody knows how he despises humans. he hates everything about them. their mortality, warm body temperature, fragile skin and especially - the way they’re so shamelessly open with their emotions. couples, families or friends always make him gag, a hint of disgust in his glare. he even wears gloves to avoid direct contact.

he’s known for being cruel to his human servants, making their life a living hell. the hatred is mutual as mortals can’t do anything to the prince, having to constantly deal with his sadistic ideas

so when the prince’s hand got badly injured in a battle, his father gathered all the best healers from the world to treat it. he examined every single one of them and to his surprise, the best one seemed to be you

your existence was a mistery for everyone in the castle as you had an incredibly gentle yet healing touch, even though your form was purely human

when taehyun heard the news, he was furious. being so close to a mortal and, god forbid, letting it touch his skin was something he was not prepared for. he didn’t want to do this, it completely disgusted him

but an order from his father could not be disrespected or disobeyed

as he sat down with his gloved hand reached out, he could already feel that something was..different

you weren’t scared, you didn’t look at him with hatred

you weren’t even a little bit hesitant when you grabbed his glove and gently took it off

there was something in your touch, something that instantly soothed his pain

you were so gentle, treating him as if he was porcelain that could break at any moment

the warmth emitting from your body wasn’t disgusting nor annoying - it felt soft, almost comforting

by the time you were done with his wound, you noticed him staring

“is there anything else i can help you with, lord?” you asked him and oh god, you’re voice was like honey to his ears.

he chatted with you for a little while, asking about your ancestors or the healing ‘powers’ while trying to remain as cold as possible

he couldn’t let you see how much you intrigued him, how much he craved to get to know you more

one meeting turned into another, and another, and another

at first he was asking for your help with the wound, secretly just wanting to see you

each time you both catched up you were getting closer and he swore he could hear the ice shell around his heart crack

and in a couple of months, he confessed with a kiss, finally sealing you as official

you broke the walls he spent years on building

you somehow melted his icy heart and for the first time in decades, he could actually feel his own heartbeat

you were the only human he ever trusted, the only human who didn’t disgust him

each time his purple lips brushed against yours and each time his cold fingers caressed your soft cheeks, he felt truly alive

he was alone for so many years, avoiding people and other creatures as to prevent getting hurt

and now he had you - his little firework in this dark as the night world

he swore to protect you, to never let anyone get even near you

you would never think that this cold, cruel prince was secretly a hopeless romantic

whenever you were sad, he used his powers to make a little snow show for you, trying to atleast make you feel a little better

his skin was icy cold so he asked two of his servants to make you the warmest pyjamas possible, just so he could hold you all night

he told his father that he doesn’t care about the legacy and that he wanted to marry you

you were so precious that he was ready to lose all of his royal privileges just to stay with you forever

every now and then he made a sarcastic joke about other humans, but you always scolded him to remind him that you’re also one

but being with you made his hatred towards mortality even worse

he hated the fact that you were mortal, he was actually frightened by it

when you weren’t near him, he spend the time to search up ways to prevent you from dying

he visited witches, fairies and wizards to somehow make you immortal

he couldn’t let you just die, he needed you to stay with him forever

he wasn’t ready

not now, not tomorrow and definitely not in a couple of years

you were the only thing that mattered, the only thing that made him feel less like a monster

and he promised to love you endlessly

even if he couldnt’t save you

even if you finally died in his cold arms

I thought I had reblogged this but apparently not?

Aura, your brain >>> like okay, fantasy writer, where have you been hiding?! We live for angsty fantasy princes in this house.

no no you’re not thinking angsty enough

frost prince tyun and reader who dies young, not of old age or anything,, gets deathly ill or something

he’d break completely, become even worse than he was before he met her, willing to do anything in his power to bring her back..

istg yall are gonna make me start absolutely YAPPING ONLY ABOUT THIS FUCKING AU AND I’M NOT GONNA SHUT UP UNTIL I SQUEEZE OUT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY BRAIN JUICES

forget the nsfw, now we’re at frost prince tyun brainrot

warnings: blood, experimenting on dead + alive bodies, experimenting on humans, infecting people on purpose, mentions of human organs, mentions of death

no but if we’re talking about these scenarios then you’re right - he would become worse than he was before he met her. he’d start of pretty innocent, trying potions and spells to bring you back, never losing hope. but as time passess and nothing helps, he starts acting out. he’d sneak out to human villages at night n freeze mortals so he could take them back to his secret lab and replace your dead vital organs with the unfrozen 'living' ones. would also have packets of human blood in his lab, just to transfuse it into you constantly (yes he still believes that’ll work). would experiment on reader trying to, for example, replace her blood with his. he’d even injure himself on purpose, just to try out a ritual that’s supposed to bring you back.

if reader died from an illness, he’d try to recreate the virus/bacteria and then infect whole human villages to find the cure. won’t hesitate to experiment on a mortal, slicing the body while they’re still concious or poisoning it to see if his newly discovered cure works. his rage mixed with grief would eventually spiral out of control, making it hard for him to even control his powers. he’d go on more battles and would end up getting injured more frequently, just because he cannot focus. his main goal would become to destroy the whole humanity because they made you this way. a human gave birth to you, so a human must pay for it. it’s an obssession at this point.

Just wanna be tucked into bed by responsible and secretly protective Taehyun <3

I was summoned to drop some headcanons... btw reading your work inspired me to write earlier :)

College roommate Taehyun coming to remove you pick you up from a party because one of his friends saw you there and you're wasted. Idk why this thought is hot to me. Probably because it's Taehyun and like he'd be stone faced and stoic, marching through some stranger's house, weaving through the crowd to find you, slinging your arm around his shoulders and helping you to his car, you whining the whole way. He's probably in one of those tank tops cause he was probably sleeping asdgjkl studious responsible college boy Taehyun, we love him in this house

cee i’m so sorry that i’m answering this so late..BUT YOURE SO RIGHT! THIS IS A HOT TAKE EVERYONE

like imagine him just pushing through the crowd with his stoic expression, not even caring if he hurts anyone with the way he’s shoving people away, but when he sees you he gets all soft n protective because you two may not have a great relationship, but he still cares for u:( something about his beefy arm wrapped around your waist while you lean on him for support n the way he would absolutely cuss n scold u, but still make sure you’re okay makes me go feral dhakcxiughh roommate taehyun’s gonna be the death of me istg

Thank you for inspiring it <3

I'm not sure who this is about, since the poll hasn't finished. I was envisioning Yeonjun as I wrote it, but you can read it as whoever you like :) side note, thanks to aura whose work I was reading when inspiration struck!

trigger warning: angst?

"Don't marry him."

The world seems to shake as the words fall from his lips. It feels as though your heart comes to a screeching stop and drops into your stomach with a thud.

"What?"

"Please," he's saying before you've even finished forming the word.

His eyes are so sorrowful, and you're not sure if it's guilt or sincerity. Your head begins to throb as you catch up to reality. A few steps and he's in reach of you, reaching to cup your face between his hands as he looks down at you. His eyes dart between your own, trying to trace the look in them back to one single emotion. But even you don't know what you feel as you wordlessly shake your head as though the action could clear it.

"I..." you splutter, and his eyebrows tick upward, waiting for the rest of your reply, but it doesn't come. It feels like time might have stopped inside this room.

"I love you."

It sounds like the most matter of fact statement in the world. It sounds like waves crashing and the wind picking up and the first bird song of the day. So why does it feel so wrong?

"Why?"

You can feel the warmth of your own cheeks radiating back to you from the skin of his hands. The emotions you can't name are beginning to bubble up like lava in your belly, too many to name.

"'Why?'" he repeats, confusion clouding his brow with lines.

You wish you could silence the noise inside your mind. Thousands of words and questions and scenarios battering round and round inside your head, too loud.

"Why now? Wh- why are you telling me this now?"

You see the way he bites the inside of his cheek before he speaks, a nervous habit he's always had. "Because... I can't lose you."

The lava forms a name: Anger.

Instinctively, you pull your face from his hands, moving half a step back from him. "You're ruining everything... because you're jealous?"

"It's- I'm not jealous." His hands hang dumbly at his sides now. He looks hurt—by your words or by the way you've separated yourself from him, you're not sure. "Didn't you hear me? I love you."

Blinking back hot tears, you shake your head again. You refuse to believe it. Somewhere in the molten pool inside you swirls grief for what could have been if his words are true, and it's too much to bear.

"If you loved me, you could have told me. You had so many years to make your feelings known." You breathe sharply, something catching in your throat. "You just don't want me to have something that you don't."

The expression his face dissolves into makes your heart hurt tenfold. Maybe you were reading this whole thing wrong. But it's too late now; you're too proud to take it back or stay to hear another word. With one last look at your best friend and his pitiful glassy eyes, you turn and make a swift exit, finally allowing the tears to make their own escape. They taste of loss and regret.

i just got like a random angst (??) idea like what if bf taehyun who has powers (visions/dreams of the future) but he can’t control them n is in a lot of pain when they take over his body 🤔

Whaaa this is such a good concept 🤯 I love your big brain

tw: mentions of death

Sometimes when you are out on dates you notice that your boyfriend suddenly goes quiet; body stiff, eyes blank, and seemingly suddenly disinterested in what you're saying and even his meal. You can't help but feel that maybe he's growing bored of you, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to break up with you. But he doesn't.

One night, you're staying over at his place—something Taehyun has only allowed a handful of times in the two years you’ve been together—when you're woken by movement beside you. Taehyun's having a fitful sleep. You roll over to find perspiration on his brow, his teeth and hands clenched as though he's in agony. You've never seen him like this and begin to worry. Pulling the covers off of him, you discover his shirt is soaked with sweat.

They say you should never wake a sleep walker... is it the same for nightmares?

"Tyun," you call quietly, half hoping he doesn't wake. He begins to tremble, small grunts emitting from his throat, and you can't bear to see him in pain any longer. Shaking his shoulders, you speak louder. "Taehyun!"

His body jolts. His eyes fly open, pupils dilated. You can feel the heat radiating off of him–it's no wonder he's sweating.

"Are- are you okay?"

It takes him a moment to see you—really see you. The feeling that he's looking straight through you is one you know all too well, but maybe this time it's just the nightmare lingering in his view. He looks exhausted, swallowing thickly, his breath still coming to him in short pants.

Blinking fervently, his eyes finally seem to focus on you. "Why did you wake me?"

The words, though not said unkindly, stun you. You thought you were doing the right thing, and now you feel so wrong.

"I... you were... I'm sorry."

Feeling defeated, you roll back over onto your side, hiding your face from him and trying not to dissolve into tears.

Taehyun, on the other hand, is grappling with so much; the lingering fatigue and physical pain that accompanies his future-seeing visions, the emotional turmoil of what he saw is inevitably to come, and the guilt of how he knows he makes you feel. One day soon you'll leave him, he thinks.

He often wants to tell you about his ability, this inconvenient thing that was thrust upon him, but then he would have to tell you what he sees.

How can he tell you that he knew you before the two of you met? That he came into your life purposely, with the intention of getting close to you, for good reason? How can he tell you that every vision he has, every waking and sleeping dream, is of your untimely death?