anniebeckcalla

[anniebeckcalla]

ღtexts with plug!nctdream

...when your plug has a soft spot for you... [part one]

(plug!mark x reader au) ◦ ₊ CW! weed, drug use, slight fluff, pretty mild (sorry smut enjoyers) ◦ ₊

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ღNOTE FROM C. the last stoner au i made with mark was incredibly cringy and far-fetched! (wdym by pink glittery weed??) as a non-stoner, i hope that this new one is more realistic and less awful to read. it's so short because it's a test run to see if you giys will enjoy it. if all goes well, i'm hoping to make this a series with all the dreamies. thank you so much for taking the time to give this post attention. <3

thank you so much for reading, saving, and reblogging !! (　＾ω＾)

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[anniebeckcalla]

so, i decided to create a strawpage !!

you can ask me questions, draw something, or just say hi !!

i won't know who's written the messages, though, so add an anon emoji if you wish to be known !!

(please be nice)

access it here: abc bakery

thank you !!

[anniebeckcalla]

ღtexts with bf! nct dream

asking the dreamies what they'd do if you switched bodies for a day [part 1]

[bf!dream x f!reader] ◦ ₊ CW!fluff, bit boring, reader is girly (sorry to the mascfemmes) ◦ ₊ masterlist | tattoo shop | click here

ღNOTE FROM C. this is a filler post which may explain the dull quality of the texts. sorry that i haven't been as active as i should have been. i do hope that you enjoy this post anyway.

chenle

jisung

thank you so much for reading, saving, and reblogging !!

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[anniebeckcalla]

roses (l.mk x reader)

(bf!marklee x fm reader) ◦ ₊ WC! 959 ◦ ₊ CW! angst, fluff, cheating, heartbreak, y/n being a drama queen when it's all her fault [sorry yes it's another angst]

ღ NOTE FROM C. this was inspired by roses (jaehyun) (although ik you guessed that already) it's a short one but I hope you like it !!

Valentines Day had always been the best day of the year for you in recent years- yes, over birthdays and Christmas. It wasn't just the wine and the gifts and the chocolate, (although those were nice too.) No, it was the person who you got to celebrate it with- Mark Lee.

He always made you feel like the luckiest woman, but even more so on Valentine's Day; he'd wake you up with warm kisses to your cheek and jaw, insisting that there was no reason to go to work that day. “Can't have you doing boring things on this special day, can we?” he'd smile. The entire morning and afternoon would be filled with surprises and excitement (one year, Mark had hidden handwritten notes around the house that when opened, revealed reasons why Mark loved you so much.) Of course, there would be the evening. After a night out of dining on your favourite cuisine (Mark always insisted it had to be your favourite and not his) it would be back home to a night of slow music, rose petals, and candles in bed.

Mark made Valentines Day your day; he showered you with more love and affection than you could imagine. There wasn't a future that you could imagine without him.

But then you had to go and ruin everything.

One day, several months ago, you'd let yourself get too close with your work colleague, Hyunsuk Choi. ‘Only for a bit of fun,’ you'd told yourself. You thought that Hyunsuk really liked you when he called you for a quick fumble in the office bathroom. You felt powerful when he sent you text messages declaring how lonely he was without your presence, all while Mark went to the end of the world for you.

You thought Mark would never know.

But of course, he found out. It was a late evening when he'd arrived to pick you up from work, his heart shattering when he saw you two in the back of Hyunsuk's car.

“We're done,” was all that he'd said to you afterwards.

Fast forward to tonight, the first Valentine's Day that you were spending alone in ages. (of course, that thing with Hyunsuk had never lasted.) Funnily enough, you had worked all day today. Of course, you were at a different place; a waitress at a high-end restaurant. The couples that you'd seen all day made you long for Mark- his hand over yours as he read the menu to you, his dark eyes gazing into yours as you told him what you wanted, his politeness to the staff as he told them your order. With a dull ache in your heart, you realised that you missed him so, so much. You didn't want Hyunsuk, nor the countless failed relationships that you'd had afterwards. You just wanted Mark. The longing and regret was painful.

“Someone's waiting at the table over there,” your co-worker Giselle snapped. “Go over and see them, that's what you're paid to do.” You knew better than to backchat Giselle, so you went over to the table. A man sat there alone, staring at the table. “Can I take your order, sir?” you chirped. When the man looked up, you almost fell over with surprise. It was none other than Mark, more handsome than ever. His black hair was in a stylish haircut, his clothes fresh and new. His cologne smelt heavenly.

“Mark,” you gasped.

“Y/n.” Mark nodded politely.

“You look…great,” you stuttered.

“I'd say the same to you, but I was taught not to tell lies,” Mark snipped back, an edge of razor steel to his voice.

You felt hurt by that remark, but continued, “I see you're alone tonight.”

Mark didn't answer, but stared down at the table. “I don't know why you're making that your business.”

Hope flickered in your chest. Maybe Mark didn't have a partner… maybe he sat here alone, hoping that you-

“I'm back, honey!” A beautiful girl with long red hair waltzed to the table, completely ignoring you as she sat down opposite Mark. Mark's eyes immediately softened, his hand reaching out to take hers. “I missed you, darling,” he said gently. The girl laughed, the sound as light as lilting bells. “I was only in the toilet, Mark! Tell you what, though, I missed you as well.” Your stomach churned, pain and envy ebbing throughout your heart and veins like a disease. You turned around to leave; you couldn't watch anymore.

You found yourself facing a massive bouquet of red roses. “Move out of the way, you klutz,” Giselle snapped, shoving you as she and the other waiters approached Mark's table with the roses.

“Woah,” Mark exclaimed. “What's this?” Giselle smiled as she read the note attached to the roses, “These are for the love of my life, Mark Lee. You are the 106 to my 94. Happy Valentine's Day from your girlfriend.” Everyone in the restaurant cheered as Mark took the flowers, his cheeks rosy with shyness and excitement. “Thank you so much,” he said to the red haired girl. “I love you.”

It was all too much. Mark's coldness towards you, the beautiful red haired girl, everyone cheering for them like they were some sort of heroes-

And the roses. You felt sick at the very sight of the roses. Vomit filled your mouth as you rushed out of the door without a word. When you were outside, you retched, sobbing heavily, your heart breaking into little pieces. You'd truly lost Mark, and you knew it. The warmth in his eyes when he looked at you was gone, restored and saved for the new woman.

It was 0 to you, and 200 to Mark.

Valentines Day would never be the same again.

thank you so much for reading !!

i appreciate your reblogs and saves !! (ФωФ)

taglist: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin [thank you so much !!]

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[anniebeckcalla]

hi! i just want to compliment your recent summertime post with nct dream. i feel like each story suited each member. like i know you were saying that chenle and jaemin's didn't feel romantic enough, but i still feel like they suited them well. like, the jaemin one felt very jaemin to me, and i kind of laughed because of that. like yeah, jaemin would do that. and i thought it was fun that mark was flipping steaks at the grill in chenle's! 😆 like yes, mark at the grill.

renjun's being them making a sandcastle—i liked that one too! and jisung's!!!!! that one was crazyyy. i really liked it 😭 like oh my god...i'd die 😭😭 i liked how you said he looked even more beautiful with the sunset and the water 🥺 like i feel like the way you described everything, i could imagine it clearly! i also bias him, so it was especially nice to have that one for him too 🥺

this message made my day !! thank you so, so much for taking the time to write this and give me reassurance !! i will keep on writing for you and the other lovely people who enjoy my stories, thank you SO much !! ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

[anniebeckcalla]

too little, too late ( p.sh)

(bf!park sunghoon x f!reader) ◦ ₊ WC!1660> ◦ ₊ CW!prison, violence, long sentences, the law, y/n acting like the first prison gf , slight angst, fluff ◦ ₊

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ღNOTE FROM C. another enhypen story! i don't know much about prison visits, and there wasn't much info when i made research, so this might be a bit inaccurate...sorry for that. thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoy it !!

You found yourself zoning out whilst staring at one of the many posters that dotted the mauve wall of the room. The table you were sat at was laminated wood, the varnish chipping at the edges; a few TV Guide magazines sat atop, dusty and unloved.

Beside the door was a clock which ticked alarmingly loudly for its’ small size. When you inhaled, you caught a whiff of stale food, which was rather odd considering the setting. Above you was a single light bulb that filled the room with a mulchy glow.

You weren't the only one in the room- people sat at other tables, some alone, others with families. A couple of them scrolled on their phones, while a handful attempted to take interest in the magazines in front of them. A few stared into space, their minds thousands of miles away.

Despite the gloom, you were dressed to the nines- your makeup was on point, hair washed and styled, clothes freshly pressed. Your hands and ears were adorned with jewellery that twinkled in the light. It almost masked how awful you felt.

There were a million other places that you wanted to be right now, but here you were; on the visiting wing of a prison, trying your best not to fall apart.

It was all thanks to the love of your life, Park Sunghoon. He'd risen to the bait of crime once again, and let himself get caught by the law. Now, he was paying for his actions with loss of his freedom-and half of your heart.

It had only been three months since Sunghoon had gone to prison, but you were losing touch with reality with every day that passed. You couldn't eat, drink, or sleep properly. Even the occasional cigarette did nothing to curb your worries. If you weren't staring into space, you were crying. (You'd made your way through several multipacks of Kleenex.) You had become a ghost of yourself.

Your family had had enough of it all. “Just give up on that bad influence and move on,” your mother had laughed, rolling up a spliff with gnarled fingers. “Goodbye to bad rubbish!” You (obviously) ignored her. Sunghoon was the only person who made you feel like life was worth living. He laughed with you, not at you. He listened to you, acknowledging your fears and worries. He never tried to prove you wrong. He loved you, and you loved him back.

How you missed his warm embraces. You pined after the times that you'd fall asleep next to him, waking up to see him smiling down at you, hand caressing your face. You missed his soft kisses along your jaw and neck. You longed to hear his voice reassuring you that everything would work out, that it would always be you and him, that nobody and nothing would come between the pair of you.

The only problem with Sunghoon was his passion for trouble; he just couldn't seem to stay away from it. It wasn't that he liked committing crimes. He thought himself the server of justice in the community. Any drug dealer attempting to make children transport their wares were kissed with his brass knuckleduster. Any nonces who tried their hand at the vulnerable were mercilessly kicked until their ribs snapped. School bullies who made their victims’ lives hell were dragged through the back lanes by their eyelids. He was the community’s hero; a saviour to the ones who couldn't fight for themselves.

But this time. he'd gone one step too far and caused serious damage. The drug dealer that he'd beaten up with a baseball bat was hospitalised in a comatose state, with no signs of coming round soon. Sunghoon hadn't been sentenced yet, but he was looking at a minimum of five years- yes, a minimum.

The door beeped as it opened, and a prison guard waddled in. She glared hard at everyone in the room as the prisoners shuffled in, daring someone to stare back. You barely noticed her, eyes at the door. All that mattered was him. At last, Sunghoon appeared, eyes downcast. Your own eyes filled with tears, throat burning as it threatened to let out a sob.

You knew that there was no reason to cry. You had done all this a thousand times before; the hourly visits every once a month,the reassurances that prison life wasn't that bad, the promises to send letters and call as soon as possible.

But things were different this time around. This time, you had something you needed to say.

You inhaled sharply when Sunghoon met your gaze, your heart beating faster with every step he took towards your table. Nobody and nothing existed anymore- not the other families, not the prison guards, not the dusty magazines.

Sunghoon walked over to your table and settled down in front of you. Despite your sadness, your heart gave an extra beat. Nothing looked bad on him, not even the grey bleak uniform that he had to wear at all times. In fact, it contrasted well with his pale skin. His jet hair had grown long since he'd gone in, his fringe brushing his lashes and ends curling at his neck.Tears filled your eyes as he took your hand in his, fingers brushing gently over your knuckles.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you replied.

There was a brief silence.

“How've you been doing?” Sunghoon’s eyes met yours as he attempted to smile. You didn't answer, the tears rolling down your cheeks and smudging your perfect mascara.

“Why are you crying?” Sunghoon's voice was gentle and quiet. “I'm right here.” His reassurance only made you cry more, the warm tears rolling into your mouth and blurring your vision. “I told myself that I wasn't going to cry today,” you gulped, wiping your face with the back of your hand. Sunghoon held your hand tighter. “It's okay, darling. Don't be ashamed to cry.” You took a deep breath as you looked back up at him. Even though he was right there, you missed him more than ever.

“I'm sorry, Sunghoon,” you whispered.

Sunghoon’'s dark eyes glinted with fear, but his voice remained calm. “Why are you sorry?”

“Please try not to be mad at me,” you replied, voice barely audible. You closed your eyes as you faced the table. Sunghoon’s grip increased on your hand. “You'll have to tell me first, won't you?” You let out the breath that you'd been holding. As much as you adored Sunghoon, you had no idea how he would handle what you were about to tell him. You didn't even know if he'd want to be together anymore.

“You haven't killed someone, have you?” Sunghoon laughed. Your eyes shot open. “No, of course not!” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “It's sort of…the other way around,”

“What? Did someone try to kill you?” Sunghoon's eyes rounded, and your hands felt like they would fall off with how tightly he held them.

It was now or never.

“I'm carrying our child, Sunghoon.”

You couldn't look at him as the words fell off your lips. The silence that followed was unbearable. You waited for Sunghoon to let go and stand up, expected to hear “How do I know it's mine?”. You were ready to be abandoned.

“How far along are you?” he asked at last, his voice low.

“Exactly three months,” you replied. “Remember when-”

“I remember, don't worry,” Sunghoon cut through you. He frowned. “Why were you too scared to tell me?” “I don't know,” you stuttered. In that moment, you really didn't know. You silently cursed yourself for thinking that he'd hate you now that you were pregnant.

He let go of your hands, pushing his fringe back. “I've only gone and done it, haven't I?”

“What do you mean?”

“I've ruined everything for us, y/n. I thought I had to be the hero as usual, and I've near killed someone because of it.. Nobody knows how long I'm going to have to spend in here, and you're going to have to raise our child alone, surrounded by people who keep putting you down…”

In a way, Sunghoon's reaction to the news had made everything worse; he'd presented the reality of what was going to happen. It truly would be just you and your child against your community, struggling through each day.

“Think of all the milestones I'm going to miss,” Sunghoon muttered. He looked directly at you. “I've let us all down, y/n, and I'm sorry.”

“Visiting time's almost over,” the prison guard called out.

Sunghoon leaned forward to you, his eyes pleading. “You shouldn't be sorry, y/n. I'm the one who should apologise to you.” Lowering his voice, he continued, “I'm going to be there for our child, y/n, no matter where I am. When they let me out of here, I'll protect you both with my life. I promise.” The guard was waddling over towards you two, possibly hoping to drag Sunghoon away. “I'm so sorry,” Sunghoon whispered. Ever so gently, he kissed his index and middle fingers, placing them on your lips. “Enough of that,” the guard snapped, gripping Sunghoon's shoulder to pull him up and join the other prisoners.

You weren't sad that Sunghoon didn't turn back to to you to wave goodbye; you two didn't say bye at prison visits. It was easier to turn away than to utter the difficult parting words. Instead, you watched the back of him walk away until he was out of sight, hidden away behind the alarmed door.

For the first time in a long while, tears rolled down Sunghoon's face. He let them flow in front of everyone, ignoring the other prisoners’ stares and the prison guards’ mean jibes. As the day turned to dusk, he continued to cry, his face hidden in his bolster.(giving the pillow the much needed wash it deserved.)

He had let you down, and he knew it.

thank you so much for reading, reblogging, and saving !! (ФωФ)

taglist: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin (thank you so much!)

[anniebeckcalla]

roses (l.mk x reader)

(bf!marklee x fm reader) ◦ ₊ WC! 959 ◦ ₊ CW! angst, fluff, cheating, heartbreak, y/n being a drama queen when it's all her fault [sorry yes it's another angst]

ღ NOTE FROM C. this was inspired by roses (jaehyun) (although ik you guessed that already) it's a short one but I hope you like it !!

Valentines Day had always been the best day of the year for you in recent years- yes, over birthdays and Christmas. It wasn't just the wine and the gifts and the chocolate, (although those were nice too.) No, it was the person who you got to celebrate it with- Mark Lee.

He always made you feel like the luckiest woman, but even more so on Valentine's Day; he'd wake you up with warm kisses to your cheek and jaw, insisting that there was no reason to go to work that day. “Can't have you doing boring things on this special day, can we?” he'd smile. The entire morning and afternoon would be filled with surprises and excitement (one year, Mark had hidden handwritten notes around the house that when opened, revealed reasons why Mark loved you so much.) Of course, there would be the evening. After a night out of dining on your favourite cuisine (Mark always insisted it had to be your favourite and not his) it would be back home to a night of slow music, rose petals, and candles in bed.

Mark made Valentines Day your day; he showered you with more love and affection than you could imagine. There wasn't a future that you could imagine without him.

But then you had to go and ruin everything.

One day, several months ago, you'd let yourself get too close with your work colleague, Hyunsuk Choi. ‘Only for a bit of fun,’ you'd told yourself. You thought that Hyunsuk really liked you when he called you for a quick fumble in the office bathroom. You felt powerful when he sent you text messages declaring how lonely he was without your presence, all while Mark went to the end of the world for you.

You thought Mark would never know.

But of course, he found out. It was a late evening when he'd arrived to pick you up from work, his heart shattering when he saw you two in the back of Hyunsuk's car.

“We're done,” was all that he'd said to you afterwards.

Fast forward to tonight, the first Valentine's Day that you were spending alone in ages. (of course, that thing with Hyunsuk had never lasted.) Funnily enough, you had worked all day today. Of course, you were at a different place; a waitress at a high-end restaurant. The couples that you'd seen all day made you long for Mark- his hand over yours as he read the menu to you, his dark eyes gazing into yours as you told him what you wanted, his politeness to the staff as he told them your order. With a dull ache in your heart, you realised that you missed him so, so much. You didn't want Hyunsuk, nor the countless failed relationships that you'd had afterwards. You just wanted Mark. The longing and regret was painful.

“Someone's waiting at the table over there,” your co-worker Giselle snapped. “Go over and see them, that's what you're paid to do.” You knew better than to backchat Giselle, so you went over to the table. A man sat there alone, staring at the table. “Can I take your order, sir?” you chirped. When the man looked up, you almost fell over with surprise. It was none other than Mark, more handsome than ever. His black hair was in a stylish haircut, his clothes fresh and new. His cologne smelt heavenly.

“Mark,” you gasped.

“Y/n.” Mark nodded politely.

“You look…great,” you stuttered.

“I'd say the same to you, but I was taught not to tell lies,” Mark snipped back, an edge of razor steel to his voice.

You felt hurt by that remark, but continued, “I see you're alone tonight.”

Mark didn't answer, but stared down at the table. “I don't know why you're making that your business.”

Hope flickered in your chest. Maybe Mark didn't have a partner… maybe he sat here alone, hoping that you-

“I'm back, honey!” A beautiful girl with long red hair waltzed to the table, completely ignoring you as she sat down opposite Mark. Mark's eyes immediately softened, his hand reaching out to take hers. “I missed you, darling,” he said gently. The girl laughed, the sound as light as lilting bells. “I was only in the toilet, Mark! Tell you what, though, I missed you as well.” Your stomach churned, pain and envy ebbing throughout your heart and veins like a disease. You turned around to leave; you couldn't watch anymore.

You found yourself facing a massive bouquet of red roses. “Move out of the way, you klutz,” Giselle snapped, shoving you as she and the other waiters approached Mark's table with the roses.

“Woah,” Mark exclaimed. “What's this?” Giselle smiled as she read the note attached to the roses, “These are for the love of my life, Mark Lee. You are the 106 to my 94. Happy Valentine's Day from your girlfriend.” Everyone in the restaurant cheered as Mark took the flowers, his cheeks rosy with shyness and excitement. “Thank you so much,” he said to the red haired girl. “I love you.”

It was all too much. Mark's coldness towards you, the beautiful red haired girl, everyone cheering for them like they were some sort of heroes-

And the roses. You felt sick at the very sight of the roses. Vomit filled your mouth as you rushed out of the door without a word. When you were outside, you retched, sobbing heavily, your heart breaking into little pieces. You'd truly lost Mark, and you knew it. The warmth in his eyes when he looked at you was gone, restored and saved for the new woman.

It was 0 to you, and 200 to Mark.

Valentines Day would never be the same again.

thank you so much for reading !!

i appreciate your reblogs and saves !! (ФωФ)

taglist: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin [thank you so much !!]

credits to @dollywons for the beautiful lace dividers !! ♡

[anniebeckcalla]

your themes are always so angelic 🤍 i love the universes you create for them as well me and sion will definitely stop by for a visit so he can get my name tatted on his forehead !!

thank you so much dearest cigsaftersuh !! i'll be waiting with the tattoo pen and i'll make sure it doesn't hurt too much !! (　＾ω＾) (i'll do a discount as well)

thank you for noticing the details !!

[anniebeckcalla]

crushing on you

"...june june heat it up gimme all you got..."

summertime with bf!nctdream (ot7)

(bf!nctdream x f reader) ◦ ₊ WC! 1130>. ◦ ₊ CW! fluff, skinship,.you're being annoying (sorry) hesitation to eat (sorry again), meat

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ღ NOTE FROM C. this took a month to finish. chenle's and jaemin's ones are liike mini stories in one post, which wasnt my intention. additionally, they don't feel romantic enough...? i will do better.

ღ2. sorry that i haven't posted anything in a short while. writer's block got the better of me!

mark

“Ouch!” Mark winced as you smothered aloe vera gel on his scarlet back, his shoulder blades rippling with discomfort. “Sorry,” you replied, gazing at him in the mirror on the wall opposite you. “I'll be careful, okay?” You rubbed his shoulders in circular motions, your fingers working the gel into the dips and arches of his skin. Mark closed his eyes, his head to the side. “Ah, y/n,” he sighed, “ that feels really good.” “I'm sure it does,” you said softly, your hands trailing over his shoulders to the plane of his chest. At last, Mark opened his eyes. With a smirk, he said, “I'd better try to get sunburn more often.”

renjun

You pushed the last shell into the sandy wall of the statue, rising up to admire your work. Whilst everyone else played in the sea and ate themselves sick with candyfloss, you and Renjun had sacrificed the beach day to create the perfect sandcastle. The hard work had paid off; other people watched on in admiration, clearly impressed by the sand sculpture. A round woman in a flowery sundress raised her phone to the castle, taking pictures. “I'm sending this to the local gazette,” she announced. “You two deserve exposure!” “We make a good team, don't we?” Renjun said, placing his arm around your shoulders. “I guess so,” you smiled in reply, too content to say anything else.

jisung

Jisung's arms tightened around your waist as he balanced you on his lap in the water. The waves ebbed calmly around you both as the sun lowered behind the horizon, painting the sky a dusky scarlet. A breeze was in the air, cool and fresh; goosebumps rose along your arms slightly. You looked down at Jisung, your heart giving an extra beat when his eyes met yours. He was already handsome, but the sunset enhanced his features beyond aptitude. Water droplets adorned his jet hair and eyelashes, his irises reflecting the burning sky. “Well?” he smiled. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Instead of replying, you placed your hands on each side of his face and dipped your head, your lips meeting his in a silent kiss.

chenle

“Y/n,” Chenle looked up from his food, pointing to your plate, "is everything alright?” You looked down at the uneaten hotdog on the plate, garnished with an array of toppings. “I'd rather not eat right now, thanks,” you smiled, despite your stomach twinging hungrily. Chenle frowned. “Come on, y/n. After all the effort that Mark went to make that?” You both looked across at Mark at the barbecue grill, flipping steaks like the happiest man in the world. “You normally love Mark's food.” As if to prove your point, you pushed the paper plate slightly away from you. “Like I said, I'm not hungry.” Chenle looked across at the others, then leaned in, lowering his voice.

“I'm not stupid, y/n,” he said. “We both know why you're not eating that.” You felt your ears burn with shame as you turned to Chenle. “Alright, Chenle. I'm just trying to keep myself trim, okay?” Gesturing to your body, you continued, “It took me a lot of effort to look this good. I can't lose it all again just because of a hot dog.” Chenle placed his hand over yours, his eyes focused on yours. “A hotdog isn't going to turn you into a balloon, y/n,” he said. “It's summer. You're meant to have fun, not worry about your body. Besides, you look beautiful at any weight, okay?” When he noticed your doubt, he added, “Of course, don't force yourself to eat, okay?” You looked back down at the hotdog. It looked more scrumptious than ever. “It's okay. I'll eat it,” you said, picking it up. “I hoped you'd do that,” Chenle smiled.

jeno

“Are you sure you even need this to go in the pool?” Jeno frowned as he fiddled with the adjustment straps of your bright pink snorkel, the rubber and dials small under his hands. “I'm not taking chances in that water with them,” you replied, glancing at the pool of the resort you were staying in. Hendery, Winwin and Jungwoo were already at home in the water, causing safety hazards as they whacked each other with the inflatables. Jeno fiddled with the contraptions for a few more seconds before holding it up, delighted. “Got there at last,” he said, gently sliding it over your head and placing the mouth valve on your lips. “You don't think I'm weird, do you?” you said, your voice low. Jeno smiled. “As long as you'll come in the pool, it doesn't matter what you do,” he replied, taking your hand in his.

jaemin

“It says here that you need to use a knife to carve a hole in the coconut,” you said, squinting down at the instructions on your phone. Jaemin continued to hack into the young coconut with a jagged rock. “We're on holiday, right, y/n?” he said. “While we're here, we need to do things the natural way.” You stared down at him, annoyed that he wasn't listening to you, but taken by how handsome he looked whilst trying to open the coconut. The hours that he'd spent working out were paying off; his back and arms rippled in the light, tanned beautifully by the holiday sun-

“OW!”

Jaemin held up his hand. One of his fingers spurted blood, etching a scarlet river down his arm. You rushed forward to help him, cradling him hand in the fabric of your dress. “I told you that you should have used a knife,” you scolded. Jaemin shrugged. “Whatever. At least the coconut has a hole in it now.” Pulling away, he picked up the coconut and handed it to you. “Have it, y/n,” he smiled. “Take it as a present from me.” You raised the coconut to your lips, savouring the sweet liquid that entered your mouth. “Mm, that's good,” you exclaimed.” Jaemin examined his wounded finger. “I guess this was worth it, then,” he smiled.

haechan

“Look, Haechan!” You pointed to the summer sky above you, clear and dark. “The Big Dipper's up in the sky tonight.” Haechan looked up, and sure enough, there was the asterism, twinkling brightly in the night. “See those stars?” you said, your fingertips light on his cheek. “They look like the marks on your face.” You lowered your voice to a whisper, your lips brushing his earlobe gently, “I guess that makes you the Big Dipper in human form.” Haechan let out a laugh, the sound ringing out into the silent night. “You do say some weird things, y/n,” he said. With a kiss to the corner of your lips, he added, “I wouldn't have it any other way.”

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[anniebeckcalla]

Edited because the format was a bit messy towards the end

far too long [p.js]

(bf!jayenhypen x fm reader) ◦ ₊ NOT PROOFREAD!! ◦ ₊ WC! 570> ◦ ₊ CW! feeling lonely, fluff (!!)

ღNOTE FROM C. sorry i have been inconsistent, I have writer's block at the moment. I'm giving writing about enhypen a go. all i wish for is that you enjoy this short story. if you don't, i will work harder to make a story that you will enjoy.

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you hugged your pillow as the opening credits of your favourite show started rolling. you buried your nose into the fabric, inhaling that familiar scent that you loved so much- jay’s, of course. you frowned as a pang of sadness pierced your heart, jay should have been with you now, your head on his chest as he stroked your hair, but instead, he was away on a road trip to daegu with his best friends sunghoon and jungwon. it was the first time that he'd been away from you for longer than a day since you'd gotten married.while you were happy that he was having a good time with his boys, you missed him terribly.

embarrassment stirred within you as you hugged the pillow tighter, the show forgotten. you were upset about jay, yet he'd only left for the trip that morning. it was fresh in your mind- you assuring him that you'd be absolutely fine, him packing one hundred and twenty seven useless things that he probably wouldn't use. If he'd been at work, he wouldn't even be home by this time. you felt like a weirdo for making such a big deal of being away from jay for three whole days. still though, you thought, closing your eyes, at least you had this pillow. it smelt like jay,so you could pretend that it was jay until he came back. in all fairness, it had a bit of jay in it- he'd laid his head on it, cuddled you on it, plumped it when getting fresh sheets.

your breathing slowed as you imagined jay's beating heart underneath your ear, one hand trailing up and down your spine, the other gently caressing your hair. a smile traced your lips as you thought of his low voice, soft and reassuring, pulling you into deep slumber…

the sound of the front door opening startled you out of your doze. You sat up straight, heart in your mouth, holding the pillow close to your chest as feet advanced the stairs. you were unable to move, so scared were you. had you locked the front door earlier on? what if you hadn't, and a psychopath had come in to hurt you? what if a burglar had watched jay leave and had seized the moment to take the valuables?

the bedroom door opened, and you opened your mouth to scream.

“y/n?” jay entered the room, dropping his large bag to the floor. he laughed when he saw you. “aww, were you cuddling the pillow?” you leaped out of bed to embrace jay, almost knocking him over in the process. “i missed you so much,” you said into his jumper. jay hugged you back, his arms locked around you. “me too, y/n.” at last, you let go. “why are you back?” you said. “did you forget something?” jay shrugged while looking down.

“can i be honest, y/n?”

“yes?”

“i couldn't do it without you.” he looked up at you, a small smile on his face. “call me a simp, but i missed you too much. i told the guys to call jake instead to take my place.”

“weren't they angry with you?”

“does it matter? at least i get to come back to my girl,” jay cupped your face in his hands, kissing your lips gently. his face an inch away from yours, he whispered, “i'm never leaving you ever again.”

likes and reblogs are very appreciated !! please let me know if you want more enha content !!

taglist: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin

[anniebeckcalla]

far too long [p.js]

(bf!jayenhypen x fm reader) ◦ ₊ NOT PROOFREAD!! ◦ ₊ WC! 570> ◦ ₊ CW! feeling lonely, fluff (!!)

ღNOTE FROM C. sorry i have been inconsistent, I have writer's block at the moment. I'm giving writing about enhypen a go. all i wish for is that you enjoy this short story. if you don't, i will work harder to make a story that you will enjoy.

masterlist | tattoo shop | click here !!

you hugged your pillow as the opening credits of your favourite show started rolling. you buried your nose into the fabric, inhaling that familiar scent that you loved so much- jay’s, of course. you frowned as a pang of sadness pierced your heart, jay should have been with you now, your head on his chest as he stroked your hair, but instead, he was away on a road trip to daegu with his best friends sunghoon and jungwon. it was the first time that he'd been away from you for longer than a day since you'd gotten married.while you were happy that he was having a good time with his boys, you missed him terribly.

embarrassment stirred within you as you hugged the pillow tighter, the show forgotten. you were upset about jay, yet he'd only left for the trip that morning. it was fresh in your mind- you assuring him that you'd be absolutely fine, him packing one hundred and twenty seven useless things that he probably wouldn't use. If he'd been at work, he wouldn't even be home by this time. you felt like a weirdo for making such a big deal of being away from jay for three whole days. still though, you thought, closing your eyes, at least you had this pillow. it smelt like jay,so you could pretend that it was jay until he came back. in all fairness, it had a bit of jay in it- he'd laid his head on it, cuddled you on it, plumped it when getting fresh sheets.

your breathing slowed as you imagined jay's beating heart underneath your ear, one hand trailing up and down your spine, the other gently caressing your hair. a smile traced your lips as you thought of his low voice, soft and reassuring, pulling you into deep slumber…

the sound of the front door opening startled you out of your doze. you sat up straight, heart in your mouth, holding the pillow close to your chest as feet advanced the stairs. you were unable to move, so scared were you. had you locked the front door earlier on? what if you hadn't, and a psychopath had come in to hurt you? what if a burglar had watched jay leave and had seized the moment to take the valuables?

the bedroom door opened, and you poised your mouth to scream.

“y/n?”

jay entered the room, dropping his large bag to the floor. he laughed when he saw you. “aww, were you cuddling the pillow?” you leaped out of bed to embrace jay, almost knocking him over in the process. “i missed you so much,” you said into his jumper. jay hugged you back, his arms locked around you. “me too, y/n.” at last, you let go. “why are you back?” you said. “did you forget something?” jay shrugged while looking down.

“can i be honest, y/n?”

“yes?”

“i couldn't do it without you.” he looked up at you, a small smile on his face. “call me a simp, but i missed you too much. i told the guys to call jake instead to take my place.”

“weren't they angry with you?”

“does it matter? at least i get to come back to my girl,” jay cupped your face in his hands, kissing your lips gently. his face an inch away from yours, he whispered, “i'm never leaving you ever again.”

likes and reblogs are very appreciated !! please let me know if you want more enha content !!

taglist: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin

[anniebeckcalla]

updated

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[anniebeckcalla]

By the way everyone this post is not 'inappropriate' as the moderators have suggested, it's just like the usual posts and completely sfw.

dallas love field

being in a long distance relationship with the dreamies (ot7!)

◦ ₊ (bf!nctdream x reader) ◦ ₊ CW! fluff, slight crack, frustration, discord mod stereotypes (no hate to discord mods) masterlist | tattoo shop | click here!

ღ NOTE FROM C. sorry it's taken me so long to upload another smau. I think I have have writer's block :( the ideas take years to load into my head. anyway, I hope you enjoy this smau.

(2) HAD TO REUPLOAD DUE TO TUMBLR MIXING ALL THE IMAGES UP LIKE A WORD DOCUMENT!!!

jeno

jaemin

haechan

mark

renjun

chenle

jisung

thank you so much for the reblogs and saves ! (ФωФ)

taglist: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin. (thank you so much for supporting me)

(thank you to @dollywons for the borders !)

(dti avatars not mine !)

[anniebeckcalla]

there's this cool application called instafest that shows what a music festival would be like if it had the artists from your spotify/apple music/last.fm playlists !!

here's mine:

(would you attend this music festival guys?)

tagging some of you precious people in case you would like to have a go!: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin @pjsteroid @injvns @viasdreams @florihaei @kongjjen @haluenx @wonswondrland [you don't have to show me what yours is, i just want you guys to have fun] ANYONE ELSE CAN JOIN IN BTW

(In the case that you've done this before, or don't want to have a go, just ignore this post. it's okay.)

FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK!!!! Visit Instafest here -> INSTAFEST

[anniebeckcalla]

there's this cool application called instafest that shows what a music festival would be like if it had the artists from your spotify/apple music/last.fm playlists !!

here's mine:

(would you attend this music festival guys?)

tagging some of you precious people in case you would like to have a go!: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin @pjsteroid @injvns @viasdreams @florihaei @kongjjen @haluenx @wonswondrland [you don't have to show me what yours is, i just want you guys to have fun] ANYONE ELSE CAN JOIN IN BTW

(In the case that you've done this before, or don't want to have a go, just ignore this post. it's okay.)

FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK!!!! Visit Instafest here -> INSTAFEST

[anniebeckcalla]

dallas love field

being in a long distance relationship with the dreamies (ot7!)

◦ ₊ (bf!nctdream x reader) ◦ ₊ CW! fluff, slight crack, frustration, discord mod stereotypes (no hate to discord mods) masterlist | tattoo shop | click here!

ღ NOTE FROM C. sorry it's taken me so long to upload another smau. I think I have have writer's block :( the ideas take years to load into my head. anyway, I hope you enjoy this smau.

(2) HAD TO REUPLOAD DUE TO TUMBLR MIXING ALL THE IMAGES UP LIKE A WORD DOCUMENT!!!

jeno

jaemin

haechan

mark

renjun

chenle

jisung

thank you so much for the reblogs and saves ! (ФωФ)

taglist: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin. (thank you so much for supporting me)

(thank you to @dollywons for the borders !)

(dti avatars not mine !)

[anniebeckcalla]

truly honoured cigsaftersuh >///<

How I feel after crying over a literal x reader fanfic