#renjun crack

hi anon!!! not sure if you wanted a short fic, but jsyk, i got too carried away writing this coz HUANG RENJUN? a girl dad??? pls my heart is weaaakkkk 😭 thank u for requesting this btw, hope u like it ♡

summary: renjun gently embraces the joy of being a father to his sweet baby girl while quietly sharing his heartfelt worries about marriage and raising a child

pairings: renjun x afab!reader┊special appearance by the chaotic uncle squad (just 6 grown men obsessed with ur daughter)

genre: fluff, softie renjun┊wc: 1.7k

Renjun was sitting on the living room floor, legs crossed, face a soft mush of adoration as he held a tiny sock in one hand and watched your daughter try to bite the other one.

"No, sweetheart, socks go on your feet," he said, voice gentle, amused. He reached forward to scoop her up, making exaggerated sound effects as she let out a delighted squeal.

You watched the two of them from the kitchen, heart swelling with so much love it hurt. Renjun had never looked more at peace than when he was with her. The center of both your worlds.

"She tried to eat her sock again, huh?" you called out with a knowing grin.

"She gets it from you," he quipped back, grinning at you over her head.

"Say what now?"

He stood, holding her like a little koala attached to his chest.

"Don’t pretend I didn’t see you bite her teething ring that one time just to check how tough it was."

You flushed, laughing. "That was for research."

He walked over, kissed your cheek, then leaned her toward you.

"Tell your mommy you get all your weirdness from her."

Your daughter promptly drooled down his shoulder in protest.

"See? She agrees with me," you teased. Renjun just rolled his eyes and chuckled.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Renjun groaned. “Please tell me you didn’t invite them.”

“I didn’t. They just have a sixth sense.”

The moment you opened the door, chaos entered in the form of six grown men carrying bags, boxes, and suspiciously excited grins.

“BABY TIME,” Haechan announced. “Where is my favorite niece?!”

“We brought presents,” Jaemin said, holding what looked like a plush avocado wearing a crown.

“I brought baby-safe paint for foot art,” Chenle added.

“I brought snacks,” Jeno said. “Mostly for us, but still counts.”

Mark gave you a sheepish grin.

“I brought earplugs for when she starts teething. For you.”

“Too late,” you and Renjun said at the same time.

Soon, your living room looked like a baby boutique exploded.

Jisung had your daughter giggling in his lap, making exaggerated faces while Jaemin tried (and failed) to tie a baby headband on her. Chenle was laying out paint paper for a footprint project while Haechan narrated everything like a sports commentator.

“She’s lifting her left leg… slight wiggle… oh! We have a SPIT BUBBLE!!! The crowd goes wild!”

“She likes the avocado,” Jeno noted, watching her cuddle the plush. “She has good taste.”

Renjun watched from the couch, sipping coffee now, his arm slung around your shoulder as your daughter squealed in delight, a loving smile playing on his lips from seeing her surrounded by love.

“Remind me to thank them later,” he said softly.

“For what? Ruining our carpet?”

“For showing her what family looks like. In all its loud, chaotic, ridiculous forms.”

You smiled. “She’s going to grow up so loved.”

Behind you, Haechan was putting your daughter on the avocado plush like it was a throne.

“LONG LIVE PRINCESS SQUISH!!!” he declared.

Your daughter burped in response.

You and Renjun both burst out laughing.

Later that night, when the house was finally quiet again and your daughter was finally asleep in her crib (after the fifth bedtime story, which Renjun insists on reading despite being half-asleep himself), you found Renjun out on the balcony. Leaning on the railing with the city lights casting a soft glow on his face.

You slipped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek between his shoulder blades. He let out a quiet breath and covered your hands with his.

"She didn’t want to let go of me tonight," he said quietly. "Clung to my shirt for ten whole minutes."

You smiled against his back. "Of course, she loves her daddy so much."

There was a pause, long enough that you felt his heartbeat under your cheek.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked.

You turned him around gently, nodding.

He looked down, brushing your fingers with his. 

"When you told me you were pregnant, I was happy. So, so happy. But... I was also scared out of my mind."

You stayed silent, letting him go on.

"Our pregnancy... it wasn't planned. I mean, not that I ever didn't want a child with you. I just—it felt like everything happened so fast. I was worried about my career but it was nothing compared to the worry I had about being a good father... a good husband."

You reached out, brushing your hand against his.

"I kept thinking, what if I'm not enough? Not just financially. I mean... I knew I could provide. But that’s not what makes a good dad, is it? What if I can’t be the kind of father she deserves? What if she grows up and thinks I was never around? Or worse, what if she feels like she can’t talk to me?"

You remained silent.

"And what if... what if I was keeping you from your own dreams? You didn’t ask for this... and then you found out you were pregnant, and just like that, your world shifted, too. You married me—someone whose schedule is a disaster, whose life is scrutinized by millions, who disappears for months at a time... someone who can’t even guarantee he’ll be there for birthdays or first words..."

He paused, letting out a deep sigh before continuing. 

“But you never complained. Even when you were throwing up every morning and I was stuck in Japan promoting… even when our daughter wouldn’t stop crying and you were the only one here.”

He looked at you, eyes glossy. 

"I was terrified you’d resent me. That you'd wake up one day and feel like you settled… that one day you’d look at me and think, 'I could have had something easier’.”

Tears pricked your eyes. You reached up, cupping his face.

“Renjun…”

“I kept thinking…what if our daughter grows up and hates me? What if I become the kind of father she doesn’t want around? I’m not perfect. I’ve seen what being an idol can take from your personal life. I didn’t want to become someone you two had to just… tolerate.”

You grab his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“You’re not someone we tolerate, honey. You’re our everything.”

He looked away briefly, swallowing thickly. 

“I know I’m away a lot,” he says, voice cracking, “and you take care of so much on your own when I’m not around. You haven’t slept more than four hours in a row since she was born, yet you still smile at me when I come home like I’m the best part of your day. You still ask me if I’ve eaten, how my day was… you always make sure I'm okay. I don’t even know how you do it.”

“Because I love you,” you say simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Because this life with you and our daughter is everything I ever wanted.”

His eyes fill with tears.

“You’re incredible. You’re the reason I feel like I can do this. You carried her, birthed her, and stayed up every night while I was gone. And somehow…you still had love left for me… I don’t deserve you.”

“You do,” you whisper.

“You deserve all the love in the world, Renjun. You never stop trying. Even when you’re tired, even when things are hard, you never give up on us.”

He pulled you in, holding you like he was scared you’d vanish.

"I know being a parent isn't just about diapers, bottles, and sleepless nights. It's about being there every single day, in the big things and the small. And I want to be the kind of father she’ll be proud of. The kind of dad she’ll still call when she’s forty."

"You are that dad. You already are."

He kissed you, long and slow.

"Thank you for choosing me," he whispered.

"Out of everyone in the world... you chose me. Thank you for wanting to carry our child… for starting a life with me."

You hugged him tighter.

"I should be the one thanking you. You loved me when loving me wasn’t easy. You picked me when it would have been safer to choose someone in your world, but you didn’t care about safe. You just cared about us."

There was a long pause, before he murmured, “Can I… ask you something?”

You raised a brow.

“You’re being really soft tonight, what’s going on?”

He chuckled, nose scrunching. 

“I’ve been thinking about…maybe, one day, having another baby.”

Your eyes widened a bit, and he was quick to continue.

“Not now! I swear—not unless you’re ready… I mean, you would be the one carrying the baby, going through everything again. I watched you go through so much with our daughter. The morning sickness, exhaustion, the pain, the changes in your body… yet you still found a way to laugh with me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.”

Renjun paused before pulling you back in a hug and gently stroked your hair.

“I will never pretend to fully understand everything you went through and will go through, but I want you to know that I'm willing to wait. However long it takes. I just want you to know… if you ever feel ready, I am. The choice is yours. Always.”

Your eyes welled again. "Thank you for being so thoughtful. For always putting me first… and for looking at me like I was beautiful when I felt anything but."

He hugged you tighter. "Because you were and you are, my love. You’re the strongest, and most beautiful person I know."

You buried your face in his neck.

"We’ll take it one day at a time. But knowing you’re ready? It makes me feel safe."

He pulled you tighter. "That’s all I want for you."

Outside, the city buzzed. But inside, you held your whole world in your arms: your daughter fast asleep, and Renjun, whose heart beat in sync with yours. And love held everything else.

synopsis: the one where you made out with a stranger in the club the night before, only to find that he was your interviewer the next morning

pairing: renjun x reader genre: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers(??), crack, fluff warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos, mentions of partying, jokes about death note: WOAH j's consistently posting?!?!!?!? CRAZY.... (lol watch me disappear again after this😭 /hj....)

[ part one ]

PAIRING.    renjun x reader CATEGORY.    mini filo smau, fluff, humor, crack, academic rivals, high school au WARNINGS.    language SUMMARY.    random conversations with your academic rival and secret boyfriend, renjun huang.

part 1 | part 2

NOTE. quick renjun brainrot lang po kasi bagay na bagay sa kanya trope na to pero short lang kasi bobo ako wala ako macocontribute sa acads part ng rivalry CHZ HAHAHAHA background lang ! g12 stem students sila, anak ng vice principal si y/n, they've been academic rivals since g7, and they've been secretly dating for 6 months.

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you've been popularly known as a bitch, and you agree. that's not the issue here. you enjoy messing around with boys for quite a while, their heart in your hands. you never expected for it to go the other way when you bump into a boy at the corn maze. yep, and it gets worse when you find out you're not the only girl head over heels for him. you're becoming a better person, but karma was bound to strike for what you've done in the past. maybe it's about time you understand how it really feels.

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[1:20am]You stumble over to the couch where Renjun is watching TV and outstretch your arms expectantly.

Renjun looks up, confused, “What?”

“I wanna cuwwle,” you murmur, your voice slurring.

“Oh, so now you want my hugs.”

“Yesss s-ssirr.” His eyes widen at your uncharacteristic response but slowly softens at the sincerity in your voice.

“Come here, you big baby,” he says, stretching his arms out toward you. You crawl into his lap and snuggle into his shoulder.

“You’re sow warmmm,” you hum into his chest.

Renjun’s cheeks tinge red, blushing at your words. Then, pulling you closer, he settles his cheek on your head, whispering, “You’re so cute when you’re drunk.”

“what do you mean we’re not doing it?!” boyfriend!renjun asked with huge eyes bulging out of his sockets. “i think it’s an absolute perfect time to bake cupcakes and i really don’t see the issue in general.”

you sighed, closing the laptop that was on your lap as you looked over at him, an annoyed expression etched on your face. “the issue is that i have a report due tomorrow and it is nearly midnight and i really don’t see why we have to do that right now.”

it was weird, seeing someone like renjun get all excited about doing something simple, but he had recently gotten so into baking since quarantine started and always felt that something was left out in his delicious results: that being you. and you, being the procrastinator that you are, had decided to leave your important biology lab report till the last minute and you had been working on it all day. to be fair, renjun only wanted to give you a break.

when you reached for your laptop again, you heard a sigh from beside you, and the next moment you were over his shoulder, having a nice view of his ass (that he had ‘been working on’ according to him). “renjun, what the fuck?! put me down!”

“no,” he said calmly, giving a sharp slap to your ass to shut you up. “i’ve been waiting all damn day to spend time with you, and i don’t really care what time it is. we are making the fucking cupcakes right now, and you aren’t objecting or i’ll throw your laptop out the window.”

“you do realize that we live on the ground floor—”

“besides the point!” he continued, placing you down on the island counter. “i want to do something with you, y/n. it’s sunday and you’ve been doing shit for the whole day, just give me an hour. that’s all.”

renjun turned around, handing you the recipe he had printed out earlier. “i have everything out already, we just need to—” you eyed him from behind the paper, gulping as he rolled up his sleeves to reveal the veins trailing up his arms.

he stopped halfway in his words, watching how you were getting turned on by the slightest thing and he sighed, giving a slap to your thigh. “focus, babe, don’t you want to get back to your work?”

putting down the recipe, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him between your legs close enough to wrap your arms around his neck. “or, you know, we could do something else?” you looked at him with anticipation, but his expression didn’t change a bit.

“i’m not dicking you down, y/n,” he whispered in your ear, pinching your waist slightly to make you yelp. “i am trying to prove to the both of us that we can do something other than work and have sex.”

“but you’re hot,” you whined, pulling him back as he walked away. “how am i supposed to concentrate when you’re out here looking like the hottest thing in this kitchen?”

there was a moment of silence, right before you and renjun burst out in laughter. “y/n, i understand that i’m irresistible, but please control yourself.” he leaned in carefully, placing a kiss upon your lips that left you pouting for more. “behave, babe, let’s actually do something.”

the actually preparation of the cupcakes wasn’t that long of a process, since the both of you were decent enough at cooking that it wouldn’t burn down the apartment (it made you think back to the last time you two allowed mark and jeno to prepare celery sticks and dip, which led to a confused disaster).

while the cupcakes baked in the oven, the two of you had attempted to make your own icing for the first time in three different colors. it turned out well, better than you had expected, except for the fact that it ended up all over your hands as you put it into the piping bag.

considering you had been focusing on renjun’s (very clean, hicky-less) neck, you swiped some onto his skin, making him jump back. but before he could wipe it off, your tongue was already doing the job and your lips had very nicely produced a mark. 

“you horny creature,” he said, attacking your neck with a force that would have had you collapsing if he hadn’t held you. his teeth nibbled on your skin, making you giggle at his annoyance. “i swear, you really make me question my sanity sometimes.”

thankfully, the oven screeched at the two of you, telling you to take the cupcakes the fuck out before they burned to inedible smithereens. excitedly, you reached for the hot pan, but retracted your hand immediately as you touched it. “ow!”

“stupid,” renjun teased you, making you stick out your tongue at him in response as he pulled out the pan with an oven mitt. “did you burn yourself?”

you looked at the finger that had touched the pan, watching as it grew in color and pain. “yeah, i think so. it doesn’t hurt that—bad though.” your boyfriend gave it a small touch and you winced.

“liar.” he grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand under cold running water as he turned on the faucet. “wait here, i’ll get the burn pads.” he turned away, walking to the medicine cabinet.

“we have burn pads?”

“yeah, they’re like the small bandage type things,” he returned with a small band-aid looking strip, pulling your hand out of the water. “well, these are technically mark’s that he bought after he burned himself. but since that happened in our kitchen, i kept them. plus, he probably has a hundred of these at his house considering his horrible cooking skills.”

you snorted as renjun dried off your hand, applying the bandage to your finger. “more like non-existent cooking skills.”

finally, after making another mess while frosting, the cupcakes were finally done and perfect. you clapped your hands at the masterpiece, looking at renjun who had a soft smile on his face as he watched you. “let’s taste them!”

you had to say that those were probably the most delicious thing you had in a while (other than some renjun di—), and you probably could have eaten the entire batch in the next hour if you didn’t stop yourself. as you took another one in your hand, renjun wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his head on your shoulder. he opened his mouth, signaling for you to give him a bite.

lucky enough for you, the cupcake smashed right against his nose as you tried to aim for his mouth, making the frosting smear all over his face. gasping, he attacked your stomach, tickling you mercilessly.

the cupcake fell from your hand (thankfully onto the plate) as you leaned back, your fits of laughter increasing as you tried to break yourself out of his grasp. “babe—i didn’t—do it on—it was an accident!”

“you’re such a bad liar,” renjun said in chuckles, letting go of you to wipe off the icing on his face. “i’m surprised you didn’t try to lick it off my face this time.”

“do you want me to? because i—”

the last words never came out, because his fingers found your ticklish spots, abusing them until you were on the floor. now damn, you were so glad that you had gotten off your bed to spend time with your boyfriend, since the little moments were the ones that you loved the most.

“how you like that?” you sassily sang, your voice echoing throughout the huge arena.

the camera panned to renjun gazing at the stage as he mouthed ‘she’s so pretty.’

the sound of nctzens and blinks screaming from the boy’s sudden reaction filled his ears, as he just realized that the cameraman got his sudden reaction on camera.

the camera returned to your member, lisa, absolutely killing her rap verse. meanwhile, jaemin playfully punched renjun’s shoulder as a way of teasing him.

the shorter boy couldn’t help but get flustered at how the whole stadium could see him drooling over you — a goddess.

as you finished your performance, with heavy breaths you sent a wink to the camera as it panned to your face.

a shot of jaemin and jisung clapping was then showed, jisung smiling and sending a thumbs up to the camera.

jaemin, being the cheeky boy he is, pulled renjun so that he would be shown too. the chinese boy was shocked by the sudden gesture but looked at the camera and grinned while clapping.

fans screamed at his adorable smile and waved their nctzen bongs up — color switched to pink to support your group who had just finished performing.

you and your members were still in your ending formation as you looked confused as to why pink squares were being held up high by a bunch of screaming fans. your light stick certainly did not look like that.

you quickly recognized it as the nct lightstick and smiled at the kindness when you realized that nctzens had changed their lightstick color to support your group.

you gazed at the cameraman pointing his gear towards nct dream as the fans screamed even louder.

you couldn’t see clearly what was happening as the stage was too far away from the artist’s seats.

the cameraman was blocking your view anyway.

jisoo on the other hand, could see what was happening from her position.

“aigoo, those boys. they’re so cute~” your eldest member cooed.

only the five of you could hear her remark as your built-in microphones were already turned off.

you raised your eyebrow with confusion,

Genre: fluff/crack to angst

Pairing: Renjun x fem reader (platonic or romantic )

Warning: hospitals, cursing, paranormal happenings, implications of suicide, mentions of needles and doctors, implied abuse, minor implications of panic attacks