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𒀭࣪⋆texts with bf! nct dream

"we listen and we don't judge " with the dreamies [part two]

nct dream x reader . non-idol au. cw: fluff

•°.❀ jaemin

•°.❀ chenle

[link to masterlist here]

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𒀭࣪⋆texts with bf! nct dream

the dreamies reacting to your reposts [part three]

non-idol au. cw: fluff , mention of religion , mild language

calla's note: this was meant to be part two, but I just realised that it didn't upload for some reason 😒 anyway here we are. mark's part discusses converting to christianity. if you're not religious/christian, it's okay to skip that section.

•°.❀ mark

•°.❀ haechan

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:dandelion: springtime with nct dream [masterlist]

:𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧// 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲// 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞// 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬:

non-idol au. cw: fluff, slightly suggestive

•°.❀ part i

•°.❀ part ii

•°.❀ part iii

•°.❀ part iv

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[link to main masterlist here]

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𒀭࣪⋆ texts with bf! nct dream!

"we listen and don't judge" with the dreamies [part one]

non-idol au. cw: fluff , smau

•°.❀ jeno

•°.❀ renjun

[masterlist]

[anniebeckcalla]

your blog gives me peace

aww thank you SO MUCH for saying this!!! I'm so grateful that you felt comfortable to come and tell me that! I hope that blessings fall down on you wherever you go 🙌💓

[anniebeckcalla]

Can you make a masterlist pls?

hello!

i have already made a masterlist. HOWEVER it is so disorganised (my fault) i will work on it this weekend and have it nice and ready for you!

i appreciate that you asked!

-calla

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"The Meaning of Love" (NCT 127 came on as i was reading this and I think it suits this perfectly! (we love supportive gfs)

Rapper Boyfriend Texts pt2

rapper!mark × afab!reader (smau)

Summary : A hater makes mark want to stop making music and you help him

Warnings & Tags : Cursing, kinda angst

pt 1 : here

a/n: a bit shitty but i fw it

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𒀭࣪⋆ texts with bf! nct dream

the dreamies reacting to your reposts [part two]

non-idol au. cw: fluff

•°.❀ jaemin

•°.❀ chenle

[anniebeckcalla]

𒀭࣪⋆ texts with bf! nct dream

the dreamies reacting to your reposts [part one]

non-idol au. cw: fluff

•°.❀ jeno

•°.❀ renjun

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𒀭࣪⋆ texts with bf! nct dream

•°.❀ the dreamies when you are getting bullied [part four]

non-idol au. cw: fluff , bullying , harassment , blackmail

calla's note: no offence intended to anyone called sera kang. also, there's a mention of us dollars, just switch it to your currency

•°.❀ chenle

[masterlist being worked on]

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𒀭࣪⋆texts with bf! nct dream

•°.❀ the dreamies when you're getting bullied! [part three]

non-idol au. cw: fluff, bullying, slight harassment

•°.❀ mark

•°.❀ jisung

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𒀭࣪⋆ texts with bf! nct dream

•°.❀ the dreamies when you are getting bullied [part two]

non-idol au. cw:slight fluff, bullying, harassment

•°.❀ jaemin

•°.❀ haechan

[anniebeckcalla]

𒀭࣪⋆ texts with bf! nct dream

•°.❀ the dreamies when you are getting bullied [part two]

non-idol au. cw:slight fluff, bullying, harassment

•°.❀ jaemin

•°.❀ haechan

[anniebeckcalla]

perfectly depicted 😌🙌

it’s 3 in the morning when this sudden thought comes to your mind. sighing, you roll to lay on your back and look over to your left to see chenle asleep. you feel bad for waking him up, but this thought won’t leave you alone.

“chenle?” you tap on his arm a couple times until you feel him stir.

“mm?”

“do you still like me?”

there’s a minute of silence before he groans, running his hands down his face.

“y/n, seriously?”

“well, yes. what if you changed your mind?”

“our wedding is in two days, babe. i’m pretty sure i’m still certain about you.”

“okay!” you smile and snuggle up to him.

[anniebeckcalla]

𒀭࣪⋆texts with bf! nct dream

.°•❀ the dreamies when you're getting bullied [part one]

non-idol au. cw: fluff , mention of bullying + harassment

•°.❀ jeno

•°.❀ renjun

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𒀭࣪⋆ :completely: [mark lee x reader]

non- idol au. wc:1000 cw:self-h@rm, mental health issues, body dysphoria, fluff, slight skinship, slight angst. mental breakdown

calla's note: if you know that you might get triggered by sh, please don't read this story. it's okay, it doesn't make you any less brave or cool to skip this story.

You glared at yourself in the mirror, your image becoming more and more blurry as tears blocked your view. As you blinked them away, the water smudging your makeup, you hated yourself for allowing yourself to believe that you could ever look good in the strapless dress that your boyfriend, Mark, had bought for you.

Everywhere-your arms, shoulders, and clavicles- were crisscrossed with scars. They made you look like a wild animal had been let all over you; angry, red, and relentless.

“Cutter,” your ex had remarked in the past. To him, it was unattractive to bear the unforgiving marks of self-mutilation.

“Poser,” a friend had laughed when you'd accidentally shown them to her (whatever that meant.)

You bad been together with Mark for two months. With Mark, you felt like you could be yourself. You didn't need to pretend to lead a perfect life, nor be happy 100% of the time. He made you laugh, made you smile, made you forget about everything else apart from you and him. Although you hadn't yet said it to his face, you were convinced that you were in love with him.

However…

…you had never shown him your cuts.

You didn't want to imagine the look of horror on his face when he realised that he was going out with a madwoman. You didn't want to make him feel like it was his fault for your unsteady mental health. You didn't want him to leave you after discovering that you didn't truly love yourself yet.

For that reason, you had always covered your body with long jumpers and shirts, insisting that you were fine even when it was boiling hot. For that reason, you had tried hard not to show how unhappy you were when Mark presented you the strapless dress “as something to wear for our date.” You had hugged him, thanking him for being so thoughtful, and he had kissed you in response, glad that he had been able to help.

With Mark waiting for you downstairs, you had reluctantly changed out of your hoodie and long sleeved top and pulled the dress over your head, hoping that somehow, your latticed arms wouldn't look too bad. But here they looked, worse than ever, a multicoloured array of scarlet, pink, brown, and white lines in every place that the eyes could see.

You were soiled. Worthless. Disgusting.

Your body shook with sobs as the tears flowed freely down your face. You knew that Mark was going to find out, and he was going to leave you, and you were going to be alone forever and ever.

Tap-tap!

Mark's voice came through the door. “Hey, y/n. I don't want to rush you, but you've been a bit of a while in there. I hope you're okay. Um- I'm coming in, so I hope you're decent…”

You crossed your arms over your chest as if doing so would make the scars disappear. “NO!” you mouthed silently. But it was too late. Mark came around the door, ever dapper in a smart casual affair. He was smiling, but then he stopped when he saw your streaming face. Then his eyes went down to your arms, and he stopped completely, still as a stone.

“That's right,” you hiccuped. “Laugh at me. Despise me. Hate me for who I am. I'm sorry that I look like this, and I wish I could change, but I can't.”

Mark walked up to you and gently took your hand in his. “Why are you ashamed?” he asked softly. “Why would you hide this away from me?”

His other hand hovered over one of your arms, but then he glanced up at you. “May I?” he questioned. You shrugged in response. To be honest, you didn't didn't understand what was going on. Whether Mark was being kind to you, or whether this was his rejection ritual. You decided that you'd let everything play out.

Mark ran his finger down the raised scars, brows furrowed with concern. He looked up at you. “You see these, y/n?” he said. “These are what they call battle scars. They're a proof of the mental turmoil that's going on inside your head, You should never, never feel bad for having these scars.” He drew you into a hug, and the action made you cry again, weeping into his shoulder and making his suit damp. “I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that you can't express yourself freely, darling,” he uttered. “I don't care what issues you have, I don't mind what you've been through or what you have on your body. I'm going to love you completely.”

Had he just said…-?

Mark pulled away suddenly. “Okay, babe, I was going to say this tonight at our date, but I might as well say it now. I love you. I always have, since we met, and I always will.” You weren't sure if you could believe what you were hearing. “Even with my cuts?” Mark pulled you into another embrace, kissing you gently on the cheek. “Even with your cuts, y/n. I know that one day you'll be able to open up to me, but we're going to take things one step at a time.” He pulled at your dress as you broke away. “You don't have to wear this, you know, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You looked down at your dress. Now that you were recovering from your breakdown, you realised that you liked the way that the dress hugged your figure, the way that the colour complimented your hair and skin. Mark really did have a good sense of style. Besides, what was wrong with your cuts? Beauty's in the eye of the beholder, and you decided that you'd give your marks some love, even if only for tonight.

“It's okay. I'll wear this one.”

“Oh, great.” Mark tried to hide his smile, but you could tell that he was very excited at this small achievement.

So were you.

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❀dandelion: springtime with nct dream [part four]

:𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧// 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲// 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞// 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬:

non-idol au. wc:n/a cw:fluff , skinship

calla's note: thank you for the support towards this series! i will be making more drabble series based on songs!

❀~jisung

You sighed as you tapped through the endless story highlights from your friends on Instagram (friends? more like people who were in endless competition to be the best and outshine each other). They were all making the best work of the spring weather- they were going out to the renaissance fairs, doing Easter egg hunts, and holding massive picnics in lush locations.

They were being productive.

Meanwhile, you lay in bed, having done none of the things you'd intended to do, all because you were so exhausted from working late shifts and used any spare time you had to revitalise your energy. The morning light streamed through the curtains and hit you in the face, teasing you, egging you on to go out and add your submission to the Instagram competition.

You weakly stretched a leg out of the duvet, but your body cringed so hard with the sudden movement that you curled up into a ball under the sheets, feeling defeated. All the rustling must have woken up the man in the bed next to you. Jisung finally turned around from his slumber, and with a large yawn, he wrapped his arms around your midsection, chest pressed to your back. “What's wrong, hm?” he whispered, breath warm on your neck.

Your cheeks flamed with shyness as you bit back a smile. “It's just that we haven't been very…productive, Jisung. Everyone's on Instagram showing off how much fun they're having this spring, and all I've done is sit around at home if I'm not at work.” Jisung chuckled against your nape, the vibrations sending butterflies all around your stomach. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, because-”

“Do you want to have fun in the spring because it's spring, or because everyone else is showing off?”

“No, it's-”

“Okay, open the phone. Let's see some of these stories that you're talking about.” Jisung rubbed his thumb gently over one of your hip bones as you opened the application. If he was trying to get you to stay at home, his plan was working.

“So, 'minniesung_83' went out to the Cherry Blossom Appreciation Event.” You zoomed in on your mutual's face, and to be honest, she didn't look like she was having fun. Jisung was of the same mind. “She looks a bit unhappy.”

You tapped to the next story. 'DoReMi_721' went to the Annual Hanbok Village Mountainside Picnic..” While the scenery was stunning, it was packed to the brim with people(especially children) and barely a spot to sit, ensuring a guaranteed sensory breakdown. “Wayyy too many people,” Jisung commented.

“ 'Yeahyeahthatsme_djj' says that she went to the waterpark with her boyfriend.” A picture of the mentioned mutual showed her standing outside a log flume, drenched to the bone, hair in rats tails around her face. You could feel her shivers through the screen. “Isn't it too early in the year to go to the waterpark?” Jisung laughed, yet again echoing your silent monologue. “You have weird friends, y/n.”

“Don't be mean!” you retorted.

“I'm not being mean! I'm just telling the truth! Hey. Look at me.” Jisung let go of you, and you reluctantly spun in your bed to face him. All thoughts of going out disappeared as he cupped your face in his hands and drew you close. “It doesn't matter if you don't have anything to show the crowd on Instagram, babe,” he whispered, lips brushing against your cheek. “You have me.”

[series complete! check the masterlist!]