A/N:So proud of the boys for breaking records with Hot Sauce Also, Eid Mubarak to all who celebrate!
Renjun is ashamed to be surprised, but his friends remain true to their word.
That night, Renjun slept for what he’s sure was a good fourteen hours. Because by the time he woke, it was way in the afternoon. Jaemin was already back from his shift and Jeno was almost halfway through his. Jisung had insisted that Renjun get some more rest before he had to take over. It was a tiny bit disconcerting to have Jisung hovering over him the entire day to make sure he was eating and feeling okay, but Renjun had to admit–this was exactly what he needed. He didn’t like who he was when he was alone.
The boys had apparently even created a dedicated group chat where they would post updates and a list of things that were required at the hospital. Not that there was much required, anyway. But the boys would make sure that at the very least, Renjun’s mom had fresh clothes and home cooked food everyday while she couldn’t get out herself. Jaemin had even taken Renjun’s phone and gotten it fixed so he at least had a proper screen instead of a cracked one.
Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre:College AU, romance, angst, fluff Warnings:Strong language, descriptions of anxiety and trauma response, a character gets Covid-19 Word Count: 3.8k
A/N:The Dreamies are best friends and you can’t change my mind.
What do you do when everything that makes you a person starts to feel rudimentary? When you start to feel like an imposter in your own body? When nothing feels real and everything feels inconsequential and the world spins but you stand still?
You do what you’ve always done. You let your body keep you alive.
And that’s what Renjun does. He lets his body take over. He lets it put one foot in front of the other. He lets it make him breathe in and out. He lets it keep his heart beating.
Because his mind had stopped functioning. He felt a numbing take over. Like a warm trickle that started from the crown of his head had run down to his shoulders, numbing everything in its wake. Like his kind body knew that his mind needed protection that way. He feels numb and that’s all he feels.
Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre:College AU, romance, angst, fluff Warnings:Strong language, descriptions of a shiner, a character gets Covid-19 Word Count: 7.3k
You only stop walking when you’re out of the apartment building. Eyebrows scrunched, face scowled like you were trying to hold onto the anger. But the more you had walked, the more you had realized that you couldn’t hold onto something that wasn’t there in the first place. It would be like holding onto smoke: futile and baseless. You weren’t angry. You stop moving to just breathe for a moment. And as the cool night air hits your face, you get a little more clarity in your thoughts. No, you weren’t angry. Not really.
Suddenly, you find yourself smiling to the sky and scoffing. Oh, how stupid. How stupid and how typical. This was classic you. Only this time, you couldn’t believe you had fallen for the broody artsy boy type. The kind of boy that blew hot and cold. The kind of boy that would keep you on edge and never like you as much as you liked him. God, you were such a cliché. Fuck, how embarrassing. So no, you weren’t angry. You were embarrassed. You had spent the last few weeks simping over a boy that never really liked you. God, you were so stupid.
♡dear y/n, i’m writing you this letter in the hopes that it gets to you well. our relationship has been tumultuous, that’s for sure, and i thought it was high time i wrote you a letter detailing all the times you said “i love you” that are important to me.
genre:chenle x reader, angst, fluff, supernatural!chenle, vampire!chenle
warnings:violence, blood/gore, death (of animals), guns, general vampirism
The first time you said “I love you”, I thought I was going to have to kill you.
That night we first met, I was not in a good state. My family had recently been forced to move from the commune we had called home for twenty years by your kind, and we were essentially on the run in search of a new, friendlier place to stay. Because we were vampires, my family could only travel efficiently during the night and so we were tired and very, very hungry. My mother, older brother, and I had managed to find a dingy little abandoned warehouse to stay in and we’d been taking turns to go out and feed on the wildlife near our new home. When I met you, I was scouring the forest for something to eat. A deer, a rabbit, a fox - I would eat literally anything at this point. Shit, even a frog would have been enough to sustain me until my family joined the vampire commune rumoured to be near your city.
Running almost blindly through the forest due to the large trees blocking out any moonlight, I had picked up the scent of what I assumed to be a wild deer and was doing my best to catch up to it while working on extremely low levels of energy. As a half-vampire, my senses were not as strong as a pure vampire even when they were functioning at normal capacity, let alone when I had been starving for days. I’d never ever been this hungry before in my whole life - I could feel my vision clouding and the bloodlust taking over my mind, pure adrenaline and craving coursing through my veins.
After a few moments the deer was within my sights and a couple of seconds later I was close enough to pounce on top of it and send us both rolling through the damp forest floor. The poor creature had no idea what was happening - one second it was standing peacefully alone and the next it was being chased by an inhuman creature, unaware of what its fate would be. Trust me, I did feel guilty killing the poor thing, as I’d only ever fed off of willing mortals at the old commune. But as my fangs sunk into the deer’s neck and its hot blood flowed into my mouth, down my throat, and to every fibre of my being, remorse was the last thing I was feeling.
SUMMARY ::As Renjun struggles to find a muse for his final series of artworks, you dance your way into his heart and fill the void to make him whole. Of course, life is never fair and when he realizes just how deep his feelings for you run, he has to accept that you might not feel the same way.
A/N ::This one was inspired by this edit made by @hoeforau , who helped me bounce ideas for how this story could turn out. I definitely enjoyed writing it and as someone who’s done art in high school, I can confirm that creative block is bitch and a half. Either way, enjoy!
The first time Renjun puts a brush to his canvas, he doesn’t know what to do.
It’s a classic case of a creative block, where his mind decides to put up a wall against anything that could possibly help him. The white fabric stares back at him as he thinks and think and thinks until he’s not sure he’s thinking anymore. Something, anything, just a sliver of inspiration to kickstart what he hopes to be his best work yet.
Well, it would be his best work if he could think of something.
The project is a masterworks series, which will be displayed in the annual showcase at the end of the year. To have your work exhibited in one of the biggest art galleries in the city is a massive honour, not to mention the attention that it draws. It’s a big deal to many, too big of a deal for some who end up losing precious hours of sleep to craft fine details into their canvases. Of course, an artist’s muse can strike at any hour and one must be ready to embrace it, but it’s a fickle thing that knows no end once it appears. The fourth years have barely begun to feel the pressure, but Renjun naturally worries too much and feels the need to begin before anyone else has the chance. Call it competitive painting, so to speak. He tries to be ahead of the game before it can be ahead of him.
Once again, that works only if he has an idea, which he doesn’t.
