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sunny-speaks · 4 months

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Nerd (RIVAL!DACTED x Reader)

First Ren Fic of the new year let's go guys!

Lol, life's been pretty busy and I haven't had as much time to write as I wanted but I guess I have a new aspiration for 2024! Enjoy the fic!

Characters: [REDACTED]/[RIVAL-DACTED] from @14dayswithyou x reader !!

Quick summary: library date??? with [RIVAL-DACTED]??? even though hes a pain to you??? more likely than you would think-

You groaned into your hand, head starting to slump into the crook of your arm.

You loved academic validation and you were all for getting good grades and all, but…

Studying?

Always found a way to bore you somehow.

You were painfully poring over the midterm research that your postsecondary teacher and lecturer had assigned for your ‘Psychology in Modern Media’ course.

Sure, it was fun and all. But the exams were sooo boring and the prep material?

God awfully boring.

You took a sip from the drink that you got from the nearby coffee store, twirling the near-empty cup in your hand as you wistfully sighed.

High school was something you’d taken for granted, huh… Man, you'd kill to do those stupid assigned readings right now.

You could feel some form of fatigue taking over your body riiight before… “Angel? What are you doing here~?”

That cotton candy bastard showed up.

Ugh! You couldn’t get enough of him! (In a negative sense! In a negative sense!)

He was everywhere!

You spotted his annoyingly attractive face in that dumb coffee shop earlier when he winked at you and five people behind you nearly fainted.

That ridiculously hot face of his was giving you unwanted and unwarranted troubles! You wanted him gone.

He pulled up in that ridiculously tight black bodysuit and that white slasher hoodie of his with too many belts and buckles to keep track of. The same unfortunately went for his pants.

It’s like he was trying to show himself off! Ugh, he knew he was hot shit, didn’t he?!

You glared at him, frustration seeping through, “What do you want now, [REDACTED]? If it’s not your head on a spike, I’m good.”

He raised his arms in mock surrender, “Woah, what’s got you so worked up, Angel? Is it lonely at the top?” He’d let you top him in anything if you wanted… In class, in bed, whatever…

He looked so stupidly attractive with the way his hair framed his face, the way his grin sat perfectly on all his features, the little way his eyebrows creas—

“Ugh, just, shut up, will you?” You scoffed out at him then winced at your volume.

That was rude. Even for you.

You sighed, exasperated, slight guilt remnants on your face. “I- My bad… Just the… exam prep is confusing. And I don’t get it.”

He gave an inquisitive tilt of his head, “Which questions?” He slid into the seat beside you, leaning close enough for you to smell the faint traces of black coffee lingering on your clothes from your previous encounter. You tried to erase that ugly feeling when you saw him smile at a pair of girls from earlier.

(…Does he always smile like that to others?)

(Ha, yeah. Not like you’re anyone special��)

He smiled softly to himself as his breaths got deeper, trying to intake as much of your natural scent as he could. That was something he would always want more of...

(Those pathetic leeches from earlier left their stupid perfume lingering on his clothes… the only way to rid him of it was to sit closer to youuu <3)

Somehow, you were too preoccupied with your stupidly annoying questions to even berate his presence this time.

And if you were a little distracted by how close he was, that was no one else's business.

They’d been giving you way too much trouble for the past… half-hour or so.

You picked up the question sheet and pointed at the parts you didn’t understand, “So, I got what a sociopath should look like and covert signs in that dumb show I had to watch, and I know the ways to find sociopathic responses in someone, but how does that correlate with these random non-associated symptoms portrayed by this character?!”

You involuntarily leaned closer to him as you stabbed the piece of paper with an accusatory finger, frustrated. “I swear! The teacher hates me or something!”

[REDACTED] wouldn’t let it slide if the teacher actually hated you though… He’d ruin her reputation amongst colleagues while keeping her isolated from social media. They’d make all family members repulsed of her and willing to not contact her. And then they’d get her fired from her job. If she ever tried to get another job, he could easily fabricate a couple pieces of incriminating evidence from one of his crime scenes…

But he knew you would find it hot that he's confident in himself and that he's witty. So he wouldn't explain his plan just like that.

He grinned, a condescending quip on the tip of his tongue. “Maybe it’s just because I’m a hotter student.”

You spluttered in indignance, bewildered how he even thought of that. Was he insinuating he was hotter than you?! He might be right then... “Wh-What?! Asshole! Ugh!” Just as you were about to get up, he added onto his comment.

“Also, the answer’s right there.” He twirled a pen with his fingers, softly whistling to himself.

“Huh?!” You couldn’t believe it.

But he was right...?

You read the part he had underlined and circled and… the answer was there. That's... weird.

You didn’t have a clue on how you missed it! It drove you insane for so long, and for what?! For that stupidly sexy jerk to find it in one go?

You groaned reluctantly at the help. Maybe he wasn’t just… y’know, a piece of ass all the time... or a jerk. Maybe he was… kinda smart and nice. “Fine. Good job, I guess, asshat… Why’re you even here, god knows you don’t need to study. Like. Ever.” You eye up and down at his visible muscles that his outfit strains to keep compressed.

He pouts a little at the accusation. “Mm, even I study, angel. Might be hard to believe with a physique as good as mine, but I do take time to work on my studies.”

“Sure. And it was totally by chance that we saw each other at the coffee shop down the street. And that you study at the same library as me.” You drawled on, naming one coincidence after the other until [REDACTED] was subjected to some form of abject embarrassment. "What're you, a copycat?"

You paid that much attention to him? No one else… Just him?

Ooh, his heartbeat practically played hopscotch in his chest at the revelation! But no! He must remain calm and mean! Only for you!

They grinned slyly at you. “Angel, please. I would never even try to copy you. So it must’ve been your idea to imitate me, huh? Bet you stalk me or something,” He lied through their teeth, in the pathological way they were used to. They’d be lying if it wasn’t incredibly ironic.

“Hah, you wish.” Your nose twitched in annoyance. God, he was far too good at riling you up. “Whatever, what’s the answer to…”

And the two of you spent the rest of the day, bickering over answers.

Maybe [REDACTED] had earned a bit, a fraction, of your gratitude.

Maybe you were starting to like them a bit more.

But he’d never know that, it’s not like he reads your phone notes or messages or has cameras in your house.

…Right?

#yandere x reader #✨ full fic #14 days with you #14dwy ren #ren x reader #ren 14 days with you #2024 post lesgo #yandere

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sunny-speaks · 9 months

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Your 'Normal' Neighbour

Character(s): Ren from @14dayswithyou x reader!

back on that renren grind, sorry for the radio silence yall-

academic rivals! [redacted] has a wip sittin in the back rn, so hopefully yall are excited for thaT-

this is basically like if Ren was your neighbour instead of Violet or if Violet lived like down the block-

hope u enjoy !!

And that was it.

You grunted, setting down that last box before rubbing your back, who knew moving back to Corland Bay could be so exhausting. You swore that you had less stuff when you first moved out!

You finally managed to set your bedroom up in a way that you liked, thankfully having signed up for a fully furnished apartment. This way, you ould just add your personal touches and you’d be good to go, right?

You strung up a couple of fairy lights and puts some polaroids of your friends up. Maybe you’d miss them, maybe you wouldn’t. You certainly didn’t remember many people from Corland Bay, so now you’d have to make new relationships…

Great.

But the fairy lights were a nice touch from your friend, Thesia, all the way back in the neighbourhood you’d moved away from. You’d miss them, you thought, heading to the living room, grabbing a juice box out of the fridge.

Thank God you’d stocked it before all this heavy work…

You sprawled yourself on the couch and endured the August heat, mmm, coming back in summer was a brilliant idea. You soaked up all the sunlight from your translucent curtains and basked in the heat.

It wasn’t so bad, if you didn’t pay attention to how sweltering it felt. But you were too lazy to turn on the aircon at the moment…

Almost dozing off, you heard a hesitant couple of knocks at your door, almost groaning in annoyance as you heaved yourself off of your couch.

Your parents had thrown many fits about how persistent door-to-door salesmen were back here in Corland Bay, so you already knew how you felt about people trying to get their hands in your wallet.

You threw open the door and plastered on a close-eyed grin, “I’m not buying anything,” and promptly began to shut the door before you heard a soft noise of surprise.

“Wait!” The stranger stuck his hand right in between your door frame and your quickly closing door, “Ah-!” He hissed a little under his breath but his expression quickly relaxed when he saw you looking at him.

“Oh shit.” You looked at his hand, now red from the impact and then back at him.

That’s when it hit you. You gulped, trying to repress any of your delusional thoughts from coming out of your mouth or your jaw dropping to the ground.

This guy was cute as fuck.

You would buy anything from him, any day of the week. Even though it was summer, if he wanted to buy you a hot chocolate, you would gladly accept.

I mean, whaaat??? That’d be crazy. That’d be so down bad of you…

I mean, just cause he was the prettiest, most awe-striking, adorable guy you’d seen in ever, doesn’t mean you had to get on one knee for him-

Even if he was your future husband, not like he’d want you after you slammed the door on his hand―

“Oh shit.” You quickly grabbed his hand, “Uh, my bad, dude.” ‘My bad, dude’??? That was the best you could do?! Dumbass! “Didn’t, uh, didn’t think telemarketers these days were so persistent, damn…”

The stranger, rapidly blinking his eyes to shift his focus from ‘fuck, were you holding his hand????’ to ‘ohmygod angel is so cute when panicked!!’ before slowly answering your remark, “U-Uh… I’m your neighbour, aha…” They managed as you gently held their hand after having slammed on it, grabbing a pack of ice from your freezer. “I’m, uh, Ren. I wanted to w-welcome you to the building?”

Well, that made things considerably worse.

Not only had you mistaken him for a scammer, you had slammed a door on his hand! And were forcing him to endure conversation with you!

This could physically not get worse.

“Aha, yeah. Nice to meet you,” You quickly introduced your name, age and pronouns, “I really am sorry about the conditions though…” You awkwardly chuckled to yourself, “Uh, take a seat or something, if you… y’know maybe wanna stay? I’m really sorry, I can give you some cash as an apology?” You didn’t really know what to do when you injured someone or how to apologize to be precise. What does one do in that situation?

“Ah, no, no! Don’t worry yourself over that!” He frantically waved, ‘wincing’ at the pain in his hand. “I’m sure it’s just a bruise if you’re worried about anything like that! I’ve had worse injuries! You’re too kind to me, angel…” He muttered something at the end of his dialogue but you couldn’t quite make it out.

He looked up at you with small pleading eyes, “But if you want to pay me back… maybe we could hang out for lunch? I mean, I-I do want to know a little more about my new neighbour, you know?” He quickly backtracked, face flushing, “But i-if you don’t want to, I completely understand! …I know it’s a little forward of me…”

“O-Oh, sure! Yeah, I’d be, I’d be down for that!” You hastily agreed, anything so this wouldn’t be held over your head. You didn’t need someone being mad at you your first day in the apartment complex, much less your neighbour!

Plus, he seemed cute, wouldn’t hurt to get to know him better… right?

You made eye contact with the small Haruko character stand on display in your living room and back at the stranger, picking up quite a few similarities.

Nope.

You weren’t going to ask that and get someone weirded out, now is not the time.

“I, uh, should probably change then.” You gestured to your clothes that while comfortable in the solace of your home, were not too comfortable in public. Where people could see you.

“A-Ah, of course!” His face perked up and a wide grin took over, as he fiddled with the sleeves, “I-I’ll wait for you here?”

“Yeah, I won’t take too long, don’t worry!” You hurriedly made your way to your bedroom, leaving Ren by himself in your living room.

He hummed to himself excited, practically vibrating on the spot. He was in your living room! He took a couple photos of the layout so he could remember it when he came to visit later that night…

To be fair, he hadn’t expected you to actually let him in on the first try… Angel, you were too kind! One day, some bad person was going to take advantage of that… But he’d be there to protect you so it’s alright then!

Luckily, he’d brought a couple of cameras with him, [REDACTED] wasn’t stupid. He glanced around for a couple blind spots where you wouldn’t see them and slapped them around, even putting one right near your Haruko character stand before pausing.

He hissed under his breath a little, “What do you have that I don’t…?” before returning to his spot on the couch.

You were still in your room, humming along to one of your new favorite songs… for now.

You had taken off your top before pausing in realization. Your cute new neighbour…was wearing two fucking layers. Including a knitted cardigan.

What psychopath was that?!

Mm, nah. He probably just ran cold. Could be a medical condition, or he’s really dedicated to his outfit and aesthetic.

He’s too cute to be a psychopath.

You quickly changed into a normal fitting t-shirt and a pair of sport shorts before grabbing a small backpack before heading out to your living room.

“Alright, Ren. Ready to go?” You hadn’t changed much per se, but you changed enough so you would look good enough.

Now that Ren thought about it, you had been wearing clothes you looked and felt comfortable in… Ugh! He should’ve taken more notes!

Gah, if only he wasn’t so fixated on how pretty you were, how nice you smelled if he leaned in close enough, or how many eyelashes you had on each eyes…!

Ren sat there, out of comission for a couple moments before eagerly nodding, “Mhm! Yeah! Whenever you are, angel~!”

You paused in your tracks, “Um… angel?”

An akward and embarassed look made its way to his face. “Aha… s-sorry… You’re just, really nice, and really good looking. …Do you mind it? Because if it makes you uncomfortable…!” He let the rest of his sentence hang in the air.

You mulled it over. It had definitely been a first for cute guys to want to call you a petname… But you weren’t arguing!

“Mmm… I don’t mind. I’ve never been called that before, so it was a first. But if it makes you happy, then go ahead, I guess.” You paused, before remembering a playful comment Moth had made a while back grimacing with good-natured intent. “But I’m not calling you my ‘little kitten-whiskers’ or anything like that though…”

“Ah, of course not!” He flushed, elated at the mere fact that you were letting him call you ‘angel!’ “Shall we get going then?”

He couldn’t believe it! You let him call you ‘angel,’ which obviously meant you liked him enough for it, right?

And if you liked him now, with enough time, you’d be sure to love him!

#14 days with you #ren 14dwy #ren x reader #yandere #visual novel #ren 14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #✨ full fic

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sunny-speaks · 9 months

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Hello ! I've read your fanfiction about a 14dwy academical rivals to lovers AU. I loved it... and know I'm obssessed. Could you please give us more headcanons ?

Academic Rivals! [REDACTED] x Reader Headcanons

Ahhh! This is my first ask and I am more than glad to answer! I am so sorry I took so long responding,,, but I do hope you enjoy!

Characters: [REDACTED] from @14dayswithyou x reader !!

(also to @14dayswithyou you can make as many additions as you want to this au, anyone can! a tag or two would be cool,,, but I don't mind not being tagged! i just can't believe i'm the first to write academic rivals-- but ill gladly claim the au!!)

So… [REDACTED], huh? Out of all the people at your post-secondary education institute, you chose the asshat fuckboi?

…Not a bad choice.

What, you falling for him because despite that hugeass brain (and his even bigger dick), he doesn’t make you feel like you’re dumb or inferior to him?

What, you like the fact that he treats you with borderline reverence on the inside yet willingly chooses to joke around and banter with you because it’s attention nonetheless?

What, you like the fact that he’s crazy dedicated to you and would never cheat (unlike a certain *cough* Teodore *cough*) on you?

What, you falling for him because deep down he is crazy, down bad for you and just wants you to want him as much as he wants you?

Well, you’re in for a ride if you even muttered a ‘...sure’ to any of those questions, because boy… does [REDACTED] deliver.

So maybe you say you hate him, but do you really?

Would your gaze drop from his eyes to other places on him and back up to him if you detested him as much as you say?

Would you continue bantering and teasing him like you do if you really wished he were dead?

Mmm, nah. He didn’t think so.

He knows you well enough to know you don’t actually hate him. You just rather think you hate him.

Oh, you loved the tension that came with rivalry, didn’t you?

Don’t worry, as long as you did, he did too. <3

He may have gone to therapy for some of his family issues or deep rooted self-esteem issues, but that won’t change anything in the way he loves you.

He loves you sooo much, and he knows how smart you are as a person and believes in you so much… But he can’t help but worry!

He promised he’d leave his life of lies behind… but until you’re safe, he can’t stop what he’s started…

So, yes. He will ‘obsessively’ love you. But it would be less… ‘secretly following you in real life’ and more ‘just checking through the cameras.’

Something that hopefully you wouldn’t be aware of any time soon.

After all, you had a real communicative relationship with him now!

Why would he jeopardize that?

Better yet, if you ever feel unsafe from other stalkers, you could always stop by his place. He’s probably stronger than you if you want someone intimidating around to scare off the creeps!

“Hey, [REDACTED]?” You hesitantly asked, god, this was embarrassing… But he was the only person that you could go to that would hopefully not ask too many questions about your request.

You hated his guts, but at the end of the day, if you had to admit it (to yourself, never to him, God forbid), [REDACTED] was a dependable guy. And he seemed to respect you at times…

So that meant he was one of the people you trusted.

“Yeah, angel? Do you want some help with tutoring? Y’know, cause I’m sooo smart?” He made some offhanded comments with a snarky tone as he gathered his items into his bag before seeing you were serious. His grin fell. “Ah, sorry. …What is it?”

“Well- Uh— I-” You stammered, regret flashing through your face. Did you really have to ask him…?

No.

It was a problem, hopefully they’d help you out.

No matter how rude or condescending he acted, [REDACTED] was a good person nonetheless. He does realize that there are days you’re not up to bantering with him and leaves you alone… And days where he makes sure you’re not sick under the guise of it not being a fair fight.

Well, they wouldn’t like all this hesitation…

Better to be blunt about it. “I think I have a stalker.”

His face immediately fell to concern, “Shit. You’re sure?” He quickly shoved everything into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder as you gave him a brusque nod. He hesitantly hovered his hand over your shoulder, giving you a worried look, “That must be horrifying.”

[REDACTED]’s lip furled into a disgusted frown just thinking about the assholes out there who had even dared to scare you a bit. It was none of their goddamn business to stare, even breathe the same air, as his angel.

The fact that they had the gall to follow you around? Atrocious.

You let out a stuttered breath, body tensing at the adjective he had used. It was horrifying. You didn’t know where this stalker had come from… All you had known was that there was supposedly a creep on the loose and you didn’t need any sort of pervert interested in you… “I d-don’t need your concern, dumbass.” You gave him a quick, approving tilt of your head, letting him rest his hand on your shoulder, contrary to what you had huffed under your breath.

Something about the warmth of someone else grounded you, tethered you back to the world. It was a lot nicer than that paranoid feeling you’d been carrying with you lately. You hadn’t seen anyone you were close to, not wanting to bother them…

But with [REDACTED], it just felt… easier? You weren’t quite sure.

“I was just… y’know wondering if you might… wanna have me over for a couple days?” You awkwardly chuckled, maybe this was too much to ask of him… How could you phrase this so you didn’t seem too vulnerable…? Especially in front of your jerk rival. “I know you might not handle my presence with you for so long, you might even combust from being so close to me… My apartment just doesn’t feel… too safe right now.”

His face immediately softened, eyebrows unfurling from worry to concern and comforting features made their way to his face. He gave you a small smile, “Angel, you can drop by anytime you want. I don’t have experience with…creeps like that.” His mouth curled into a snarl, but immediately was washed over with a kind smile, “But if you feel more secure with someone like me around, then I’m more than glad too.” He paused, a smirk making its way to his face, “But I hope you aren’t doing this to scope out your competition. Wouldn’t be trying to find a flaw of mine, now are ya?”

Your body relaxed, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Before you heard his last quip at least.

You let out an annoyed and flabbergasted noise at his quip before rolling your eyes, “Oh? You’d be so flattered, wouldn’t you, [REDACTED]? I don’t even need to scope you out to beat you…!” You stopped before sighing, “But… Thanks for letting me stay at your place, I guess. I’ll need to pick up some of my shit at home before we go, that alright with you… 2nd place?” You jeered at the insult. After all, what were the two of you if not competitors for the highest mark in the class?

Friends? You scoffed at the notion fondly, if he were to ask, you wouldn’t say no.

But that was for you to know, and for him to never discover.

He softly smiled to himself, more than glad to see you back to your nature before looking down at you than winking, “Won’t be 2nd for too long, angel.”

You stared at him, beckoning him with you on your way out of the class, “Gonna walk me to the car? Can’t hurt to have people gape out my intellect without you there to rub it in. We both know I’m better anyway.”

He let out a series of breathless chuckles, “That’s my considerate rival now, always putting my needs above yours… I’m honored.”

“Good. C’mon now, [REDACTED].”

The two of you end up teasing each other, hurling insults, bickering and a bit of everything in almost every conversation.

It’s in your nature to be naturally competitive for some reason.

Maybe [REDACTED] just enjoys seeing how frustrated or worked up you get… It is kind of adorable.

The same goes for him too though…

You roll your eyes at him, a small scoff making it through your voice, “You beat me once. Don’t let it go to your head.”

He gave you a taunting grin, his eyes squinted, light blue twinkling with mischief. “Why? Are you jealous, angel?”

“What-” You made a sound of disbelief. He was acting like a child! “Wipe that stupid grin off your face, idiot! So you beat me by a couple points-”

“And you flaunt it when you beat me by even less…” He mumbled loud enough to himself that you could barely pick up on it.

“Hey! It’s different and you know it!” You huffed at him, “Whatever. Just… stop grinning like that, you look stupid.”

He shrugged his shoulders, a triumphant, lazy grin splayed on his features, “Make me.”

Your eye twitched at his threat. Ohhh, that punk did not just― You flexed your fingers as if that would calm you.

Of course, he had to beat you by a couple of points this one time… It was such a dumb project! You hissed at him under your breath, seeing that stupidly cocky grin on his face.

Why’d you have that dumb main character with little to no trauma, while he got the side character that hides all their insecurities but ends up projecting onto their kids?!

Unfair. That teacher was totally biased.

Giving [REDACTED] more work to analyze… making his grade go up from the research… Hrrr, so biased. So unfair.

He gave you a slitted-eye smile as if to mock your frustration. You grumbled in envy before glaring at him. You grab him by the collar, tough enough to pull him towards you but gentle enough for him to break out by choice, “You wish. What’s it take to shut that stupidly pretty mouth of yours, huh?”

Your eyes flickered between his widened, shocked blue eyes to those soft, kissable lips of his.

You did not like where this was going…

Or maybe you did.

You weren’t too sure, emotions get muddled easily… Love and hate have a fine line after all.

…So do fear and arou-

Nope!

No way!

Those are not very ‘pure’ thoughts!

You pulled him closer to you by his shirt collar and tilted your head, “Maybe a kiss from a resident angel?” You practically snorted at the remark of that condescending nickname he used for you.

[REDACTED] stared at you, too stunned to speak as you huffed with pride, quickly letting go. You smirked, turning around after winking at him, shit-faced grin all on display, “Clearly, that worked.”

With no one in the class anymore, [REDACTED] was left by himself. Their jaw went slack for a bit before mumbling into his hand as you were far away, furious blush spreading through their cheeks.

“…Was that a promise?”

#14 days with you #ren 14dwy #ren x reader #yandere #visual novel #ren 14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #🧨headcanons #🌟small fic

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sunny-speaks · 10 months

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Promise

Characters: Ren from @14dayswithyou x reader

lolol angst!!

If you read this post, it's basically the same guidelines!

You get stabbed in front of your resident Yandere and he has to stay by your side as you slowly leave from his life, permanently.

Trigger warnings: Death

Also i am really bad at making songs, just imagine it's a laufey type beat, i've been listening to her songs obsessively lately...

You felt a sharp, piercing stab in your abdomen as you crumpled to the ground. Your body felt paralyzed from the intial shock and pain.

Ren immediately felt his breath grow shallow as he looked down at you in horror, already feeling your body slip through his hands which were too slow to catch you.

You swayed a little before Ren set into action, quickly cursing himself internally for not catching you sooner. He looked at you with terrified eyes, as you curled in on yourself in his arms. His voice wavered, swallowing any possible noises from making their way out of his throat. He had to be strong, if not for himself, for you. He’d spent years acting like characters for you, it’d be so so so easy to do it again…

So why was he crying like a baby? “A-Angel,” His voice, usually melodic and shy, stuttered with his breath shaking and arms hesitant to cradle you in them. “A-Angel, you’re, you’re going to be alright, I promise.”

You saw that look in his eyes, you saw the hope, you saw the denial. You knew he wasn’t just lying to you, he was lying to himself.

“Angel, can you-” He forced back a wretched noise and a hoarse tone, “Can you stay concious? For… for me? For your Renren, huh?” He grit his teeth into a smile, hoping that would make it harder to spot the tears in his eyes.

It didn’t.

“My Renren?” You shakily managed, laboured breaths in between forced chuckles, “You mean the pretty guy who’s– aghkk― who’s cryin’ over me? I’d have to be so mean to do that to hi-” You gagged back the blood, iron-like taste on your tongue. It was an uphill struggle to hide your pain from anyone, even moreso from a guy who had spent his whole life studying you to be closer even for a second.

His eyes watered, his eyebrows furrowed inwards in a earnestly distraught expression, “Y-You’re not mean, angel. You could never be. ‘D-Don’t have it in you to be mean t’ anyone…” He sniffed, not wanting to get his tears on you, not wanting to desecrate you with his stupid emotions. “Even if they were a pathetic, cowardly liar. …Like I am.” [REDACTED] looked down at you in his arms.

You could never love a freak like him. Much less, while you’re dying.

You frowned, “Hey. Hey, don’t say that about yourself.” You brought your already-fragile hand up to his face, thumb gently swiping right under his eyes where tears threatened to fall from. “You’re none of those words, okay? You’re so… You’re so pretty, love. You’re so brave. You’re so awesome, alright? Don’t ever say anything like that about yourself.” You brought a second hand up to his face, gently pulling his closer to yours as your foreheads bumped together. “I -hgkk— I love you. I know you’re… hiding something from me, Ren.”

His breath hitched in his chest. You… you knew? You knew he was lying to you and you… You still loved him?

You knew how horrible he was, lying to the person he claimed he loved most, even though he did, and you… you still wanted him after that?

Tears unabashedly dripped down his face, mouth agape at the reveal.

You let out a strained chuckle, “Yeah, I knew… But darling, if you were so scared, why didn’t you hide it better?”

He… didn’t know.

He didn’t know.

Why didn’t he hide it better? Why didn’t he try to prevent you from ever seeing what a monster he is?

You let out a series of small, breathless laughs, “Y-You wanted me to see, didn’t you?” He blinked, no, he’d never want that. He’d never want anyone to see how disgusting and horrific he was…

Your voice breaks but your smile doesn’t. You grin through the pain, flash him a real smile that he’s seen, no lies hidden behind it, “I love you, Ren. I’ll love you, forever and ever. And I’d— hrnkk– I’d never love you any less for being any different. You never have to be anyone around me. Never.”

[REDACTEd] froze. Maybe he had wanted you to see. Wanted someone to see. And see too, that he was human and he was worth loving like how you loved him.

And this would be both the first and last time he’d hear you say it.

His heart froze over and shattered like dry ice in his chest. How could it hurt so much if he could still feel it pumping warm blood through his chest?

How could it hurt so bad if he thought he was the monster he’d been taught he was? Monsters don’t have hearts, they can’t. Humans are weak to emotion, he isn’t. He isn’t, he isn’theisn’theisn’t.

“A-Angel,” He started to cry, sobs wracking through his chest, “You-You can’t leave me like this! I-I can’t live without you, please!” Mumbled, intellgible pleas slipped through his mouth, desperate to convince someone―you, himself, anyone really -that his begging could save your life.

As his emotions swept him up, swallowed him whole, they also started making you feel as desperate, straining to keep your familiar grin on your face in favor of breaking down in his arms. You could feel the strength leaving your body, trying to even talk taking so much out of you, “Ren. Ren, my beautiful, beautiful Ren. You,” Tears were welling up in your eyes. If it was from the physical pain or the emotional, you weren’t quite sure. Your voice cracked, “You don’t have to live without me, Ren. Live for me, alright? I don’t—” You grimaced, pressing your lips and gritting your teeth so you don’t make any strained noises of pain. “I don’t care what you do with your life, Ren. But please,” Your vision is going blurry from the tears and the pain of your wound, “Please don’t die for me. You- You have to promise. Fucking promise me, Ren!”

Your breaths heave through your chest, desperate anger racking through your lungs, anguish filling your features. You didn’t know if you could die peacefully of Ren died too.

The two of you hadn’t even gotten that far in your realtionship, he had somany firsts to experience.

And you wanted him to experience them all. Even if they weren’t with you.

“Li-Live for me, live for yourself, Ren.” Your voice was croaky and hoarse from yelling at him, “But just… please live.”

You were… You were begging him. You wanted him… to live in a world without you?

Without his Angel?

He couldn’t…

He couldn’t do―

…He could.

For you.

Only for you.

But he doesn’t want to live without you. He doesn’t want to wake up and know that he’ll never, ever see you again. HE doesn’t want to go to bed knowing that there are hundreds of people who won’t ever know you. He doesn’t want to sit down at his computer every day knowing that he walks the worl;d with the heart of a monster while you are dead despite you being his Angel.

He… he can’t.

But he has to do it for you. If that’s what you want from him, dying wish or not, it’d be cruel of him to refuse.

“...A-Anything for you, angel.” His bottom lip quivered as he let the words out of his mouth, his body faintly trembling as he held yours, blood getting all over his clothes.

“C-Can I ask you somethin’, Ren?” You looked up at him through hooded eyelids, spots in your vision and everything blurring.

He let out a series of strangled sobs and chuckles before a shaky smile made its way to his face. Still trying to reassure you, even when he knows that it’s too late. “Y-Yeah, angel?”

You hummed to yourself before choking a little on your blood, “Can you… can you sing me a song, Ren?”

You can tell the way he looked at you with such sad eyes and a pained whimper leaving his throat, “Y-Yeah. I can do that, angel. I made one for you a while back… would you like that?”

“Mhm… would like it a lot.”

“O-okay.” Ren furiously dabbed his face, and tried to clear his throat before starting, even if his voice was hoarse from crying or if his eyes were red from the tears falling.

“P-past the roses and the daisies, is where the sunset meets the sea. Someday, by the water, in the sand is where we’ll be.”

He let out a soft chuckle.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to have a second of your time while you hold my heart in one hand and i’m holding yours in mine.”

His fingers intertwined with yours as he continued with his song.

“Oh my dearest, my angel, the love of my life. I will love you until the end of both our… lives.” A small smile graced his features as he continued singing, suddenly noticing the fatigue taking over you. His breathing began to quicken as yours began to slow, fear taking over his body once again.

“W-Wait, no, no, no.” He frantically jostled your body, “Angel, angel, no.” He winced at his actions, seeing the smile on your face in your limp body in his arms.

He pulled you to his chest, sobs heaving through his body, leaving little to no room for oxygen. He shuddered, his chest recoiling from yours as he wiped any tears off of your face before bringing you close again.

You were…gone.

His angel, the light of his life, the sun to his moon… was gone.

His heart broke into pieces. He knew he had to live for you now, but… how was he supposed to?

Everything, everything he did… was for you.

So what does he do now?

#14 days with you #ren 14dwy #ren x reader #yandere #visual novel #ren 14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #✨ full fic #angst

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guess whos dropping some renren angst soon?

(by soon i mean i have no clue cause my writing schedule is ass)

#🎇mod moments #14dwy ren

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Smartass

Characters: Academic Rival! Ren @14dayswithyou x reader

Okay, but I have been an academic rivals to lovers stan for far too long, y’all don’t understand…

So like, this au would totally have redacted still the same as Canon! Redacted, he’d just be like… more open to the MC? And it’d be in an academic setting??? Like he developed some self-esteem solutions and got more confident in being himself, still having subtle mannerisms of character traits you enjoyed… but more him

Like… he went to therapy so he could be better for you before you even knew him, cause you said some bullshit like they were no good looking guys in the world who didn’t have therapy, cause there’s nothing hotter than a mentally stable guy. (i mean, you’re all here because you love a stable guy, right… ;] )

But yeah, now you just know him as that snarky ass, dark-haired with pink tips ‘genius’ in your university ‘psychology in modern media’ class.

Warnings and whatnot: lolol NSFW implications so minors DNI, a decent amount of swearing on my part, I'd say?

Another flawless assignment completed for you. Whoo! It was a nice day to be smart!

To be fair, you had pored over that goddamn presentation for hours before going to sleep, so if you hadn’t done well, you probably would’ve bust a pipe over some unlucky guy’s head.

You grinned seeing the big 95 on your paper. You spent so long detailing the moral complications between the character relationships as you gutted the root problems for each of the character flaws and how that showed in their bonds with others.

Unfortunately, you had the (dis)pleasure of being seated to [REDACTED], the class self-proclaimed genius.

God, you hated him.

You were pretty sure you hated him more because he was so stupidly hot. You could clearly see his chiseled stone abs when he wore those clingy, black compression shirts! And paired with gray fucking sweatpants?

He knew what he was doing… And it was to mess up your game!

I mean, seriously, what was the lecturer doing, seating you next to this second coming of Michelangelo?! It’s almost like she had something personal against you!

(the lecturer was in fact, very for the both of you getting together. You both were smart, maybe you’d find a way to increase [REDACTED]’s grades…)

You never noticed him all that much in the beginning of the year. He brooded in his own corner, never noticed by anyone in those dumb black baggy hoodies.

But the minute he sat next to you, all of a sudden he realized he was hot stuff???

Okay, sure there, bro. He needed to chill out.

All of a sudden, he went from a lonely loser, to some hot genius within like the span of a day.

You didn’t get it.

But to be fair, you didn’t remember telling your good friend Moth how you started having things for hot but smart guys and guys who could actually stand a battle of wits… But that was for [REDACTED] to remember, and you to forget.

He leaned over your shoulder, a lazy smirk gracing his features. “95, not bad, angel.”

Agh! That stupid nickname! It was supposed to be something intimate, something reserved for lovers and such, but he insisted on using it to berate your grades!

He slid his paper over with a big 96 on it. “But not good enough.”

Of course. He had to have known that he was doing an in depth character analysis on the teachers favorite character and played to all the teachers preferences in the character and was spouting self-servient bullshit!

…But his presentation was well done, you had to admit. Normal people wouldn’t notice because you pay an unhealthy amount to any flaws in his looks, but he must’ve studied hard, he had huge eyebags during his presentation…

How would you know it’s because he thought your frustrated face was so cute when you kept thinking of ideas for your presentation that he completely forgot he had to impress the teacher to impress you?

Honestly, [REDACTED] cared more that he was on your mind in any way, even if that was because he acted like a ‘suck-up’ because he was too busy watching you.

“Hope you haven’t forgotten the many times I’ve beaten you academically, [REDACTED]. Or are you losing your memory because you’ve been sitting with a godsend this whole time? Sorry, didn’t mean for my heavenly powers to warp with your memory.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Then, you’re sure living up to your title, angel.” He snorted and went back to looking towards the front before muttering something under his breath. “...But your presentation was good, dork.”

In shock at the compliment, you stood there with your mouth open.

He glanced back over at you, “What? Is it so hard to believe that you did well on our midterm presentation?” he huffed to himself in disbelief before a grin made its way to his face. “Sitting there with your mouth open? It’s like you want someone to kiss that dumb look off your face.”

He thought the comment would shake you out of your stupor, make you come back with a feisty comment.

But no, you sat there, thinking about all the implications of that statement. …What if he kissed you? But he has so many piercings… He has a tongue piercing, snakebites, honestly, your mouth would feel like a jewelry store with the amount of silver in it…

But he looked like a fuckboy, would he be good at kissing?

Wait, hold up, no, no, no. Dude, you gotta remember…

He was a loser up until now.

If that’s the way he’d been his whole life, he’s probably never even kis—

And if that realization wasn’t enough for you to drop your jaw, nothing ever would.

[REDACTED] could only stare at you in mild surprise as your mouth opened… even more. He slowly blinked at you, a mock-scandalized look on his face, “What, you really want someone to kiss you that bad? You volunteering to be kissed, angel?”

You immediately let go all thoughts of kissing that gorgeous jerk in favor of heat rising to your face, “Nope. I’m good.”

He pushed and prodded a little more, “What, you never kissed anyone before?” He actually wasn’t quite sure. The early years when he didn’t know how to hack anything and couldn’t follow you were blank spaces in your life to him.

You muttered a curse under your breath and turned away from him without denying his question.

Although you couldn’t see it, his whole face lit up with hope. Oh, he was going to be your first kiss! He couldn’t wait! He internallly coughed at his eagerness.

He had to court you first before the two of you could become anything.

He looked back at your lecturer who had been picking on students who had to read out full paragraphs of their analysis on a TV Show that followed the messy plot of a coming of age, romance drama.

And also, clearly, leaving the two of you alone. He hushedly whispered to you, “Wait, are you serious, angel?”

You grumbled into the palm of your hand before slowly turning to him, “unfortunately… yes. I haven’t kissed anyone yet. But turns out this university is full of jerks and dumbasses…”

You paused. Well, maybe not all jerks and dumbasses. “Guess there’s a couple guys in the music department that are cool.”

Murder flashed through [REDACTED]’s mind thinking of you asking them out before putting on a strained smile, “So where do I fit in, hm?”

“I dunno…” You hadn’t put too much thought towards [REDACTED]. Sure, he was hot. But he was kind of a prick.

But he did respect your gender identity…

And he never went too far, making sure he didn’t cross any lines or boundaries…

And he gave you that academic rival that you’d been search―

…Oh my god.

He was your academic rival.

You loved rivals to lovers… Was this a sign? You got a hot rival, who respects you, your boundaries, your intellect and he was hot?!

Okay, maybe you had dreamed about him on a couple of weird occasions, but dreams don’t mean anything!

Is what you would say if you were in denial.

Oh dear, did you like him?!

You gave him a quick once over, looking at all the piercings on his ears and face as your eyes trailed to his shirt which clung tightly to his skin, all defined abs and muscles on display.

Hold up! Were those body cutouts on his top around his hips that you saw?! Fuck, those were hot…

Your eyes trailed a little bit lower to his pants… and shit, he was packing… There was no way in hell he was allowed to be that big, in height and in… length.

Ugh, your thoughts made you shudder a little. No way you were thirsting over a guy you were just fighting.

…But it wouldn’t be the first time, that’s for sure…

Okay, so maybe you had not-so-subtly eyed your seatmate like he was a piece of meat.

But he enjoyed the attention! He loved you drinking him up like he was just a pretty thing. But he was your pretty thing… Some random girls keep trying to ask him out, but he doesn’t want them. He wants you. But most importantly, he wants you to want him too.

“What, cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He teased, using something other than angel as a nickname.

“Wh-Whatever, [REDACTED]. Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and took your attention off of him before whispering something under your breath.

“Angel, you gotta speak up.”

You grimaced, “I guess you go into the alright department. Luckily for you, you’re the only one there. You seem to be the only one I know who’s cool enough to handle me around here.”

He blinked, looking at you in subtle reverence, “A whole department for me, angel? Thank you.” He laced it with an edge of sarcasm but internally, he couldn’t have been more happy.

He was the only one there that you tolerated! The only one you liked.

You. Chose. Him.

#yandere x reader #✨ full fic #14 days with you #14dwy ren #ren x reader #ren 14 days with you

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Soulmates

Characters: Harper @campwillowpeak x reader!

Soulmate au where distinct traits appear on the other persons body, (ex. freckles, dyed hair, tattoos) but also body writing is transferred as well!

Hope you enjoy! On that 'pumping out Harper fics' grindset atm.

You never quite understood the rules of soulmates and how they worked, but that’s okay. You had already turned the age that it set in before you knew it and you were so excited to talk to your soulmate. Your closest friend Harper was turning the same age as you just in a couple of weeks!

The two of you were both seated on the bed in your room as he was the first person to see you the morning of. He had slept over that night because the two of you were too excited to see any changes.

You both waited to see if anything had already changed about you, like your hair color or any marks on your skin or even some scribbles and doodles.

But you were met with nothing.

…That was disappointing.

Harper sat on your bed, gesturing for you to sit next to him, “Maybe your soulmate’s younger than you?” God, was he hopeful it was him.

He had like the biggest crush on you, you didn’t understand… He hoped so badly that when it was his birthday that his hair burns reflected back at him on you so he could show off to others and Gavin, that he was yours and you were his.

You had always been so nice and caring to him. Even if he was considerably taller than you and you had him on a leash, you never acted condescending or mean to him. You didn’t talk to him out of fear or anything, you acted like… he was special or something.

He didn’t… Ugh, he didn’t know what to do with these feelings of his. He was your best friend, firstmost and foremost. He had seen those videos girls post about making guy friends for them to guy ‘I have something to tell you…’ and he didn’t want to disappoint you like that!!

Even if he did want something more…

You sighed, “I don’t know… I just wish I could’ve gotten a sign or something that they’re not like a decade younger than me? Or if they’re just plain…” You grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled a ‘hey :D’ onto your arm. “If I’m lucky enough, maybe they’re just in a different timezone, you know?” You tried to give him a smile but it appeared pretty weak unfortunately…

Were you a little desperate? Sure.

But maybe there was a higher force trying to help you out. Which you would greatly appreciate.

Your parents just set this… rule of no dating until you meet your soulmate because they believe that you should only ever be intimate with your soulmate, your destined one.

You weren’t sure about your stance on that to be honest…

“Yeah… maybe.” Harper tried to sound enthusiastic for you, but it was harder than he expected. He clearly adored you and didn’t understand how you didn’t notice….

But no matter! He had fended others off for you for years, he could do it for longer.

You paused before trying to crack a half-joke. “But wouldn’t it be so funny, if like… I knew my soulmate already?” You were trying to hint at… something to Harper, but he didn’t pick up on it out of sheer density.

Harper almost choked on his saliva as he let out an awkward laugh, starting to test the waters. “I-I mean, well, uh, how would you feel about that? Like someone you’ve known as a friend was, uh… something more than that?”

You laid on your back, “I dunno man, I’ve always liked a friends to lovers trope, you know? All that romantic tension unresolved until boom! Inciting incident! But mutual pining always hits hard too…”

He laid on his back too, as both your feet dangled off the end of the bend. The two of you were both lying vertically on the bed, your head barely brushing the pillows while Harper wholeass body took up the whole length of the bed.

“Dude, why’re you so big? It, like, doesn’t make any sense…” You watched him slightly curl in on himself trying to fit on your small bed that barely accustomed his height.

Your question made him splutter, face turning bright red. “Ah- Um- Uhhh―”

You paused and started shaking uncontrollably as you lightly punched his arm, “Not like that, Harper! My god… You are just as bad as Friend sometimes, geez. I pity Sweetheart…”

Friend was Harper’s close friend and Sweetheart was Friend’s soulmate. You knew them well enough to see how happy they made each other. But also enough to know about Friend’s… unique sense of humor.

Harper coughed into his fist, “That’s supposed to be an insult, is it now, cara mio?” He let out a soft chuckle that resounded through his chest.

The two of you were face to face even if Harper had to awkwardly lay in position to meet your height. You know… if you leaned in, your lips would just barely brus—

Nope.

Nuh uh.

This is not the time to begin having very romantic thoughts about your childhood crush— Agh! Childhood friend. Childhood friend, yeah…

As your eyes flickered between his lips and down to his chest nervously, Harper couldn’t help but feel a little hot under all his layers from how intensely you were staring at him.

He turned his head away from your gaze, blushing beginning to reach the base of his neck. Curious as to why the skin color changed, you brought featherlight touches to his skin.

Needless to say, his body lit on fire. Sure, just a couple seconds ago, you were just joking like friends, but now the two of you were acutely aware of the little space between you and Harper could already feel himself withering under your touch each second.

A low whine was muttered from his throat when you brushed over a certain scar, “Mgh… Not there…”

You immediately recoiled, the mere thought of him taking pleasure, indulging in your touches, maniacal, “Oh shit, my bad.” Your hand immediately flew off his neck…

Or at least it would’ve. If you know, his hand hadn’t attached itself to yours as he gently pressed it back, “No, I mean… ugh…” He got drunk on your touch way more early than he thought he would… did he have no self-preservation?

By the way he brought his head into the corner of your nape and used his other hand as a lock to your waist, he had the answer to his question.

And following that afternoon of the two of you cuddling, unfortunately or fortunately the tension between the two of you continued to grow.

You spent your breaks at work just sitting on a bench and listening to him ramble on and on and staring into those beautiful sky blue eyes of his that complimented his ink black hair with those occasional white patches from fire damage.

Sure, he was a pyromaniac, but he was your pyro best friend.

Sometimes, you felt the lines of ‘friend’ and ‘partner’ blur. Whether that ‘partner’ meant ‘partner in crime’ or ‘romantic partner,’ the both of you didn’t want to ask the question or risk breaking the peace.

You had taken the first initiative by kissing him on his birthday. The day he’d finally meet his soulmate.

The both of you had barely gotten any sleep the night prior, both anxiety and excitement keeping you restless. While it hadn’t been very long since your birthday, maybe the two of you had grown to see each other in a… different light?

You weren’t sure.

All you knew now was that you liked Harper. More than a friend. Maybe you always had. You still haven't gotten any responses from a soulmate so it had to be someone younger than you.

You couldn’t bear the thought of your soulmate just ghosting you or your soulmate already dead.

That wasn’t pleasant to imagine...

The two of you laid on his huge bed in his bedroom. It was so big to barely just fit his height, which was something you joked a lot about.

With bags under your eyes, you slowly turned to Harper. “So… this is it.”

“...Yeah.” Harper was internally buzzing with excitement but all sorts of anxious thoughts returned to his head. What if it wasn’t you? He loved you more than anything, but what if he was wrong? What if it was some stranger he’d never met?!

“You’re worried?” You accurately picked up his emotions, billowing off of him in waves. He’d always worn his heart on his sleeve after all. “Bout what?”

“I don’t know. I guess I don’t really want to love a stranger.” He combed his hair through his hands, as he turned to you, worried, wide eyes. “Like, I don’t want to build a relationship with someone I don’t know just because the universe says we’re destined to be.”

“Harper…” You’d had the existential crisis before too. Why does Fate get to govern your love lives? It was so stupid sometimes. But somehow, it always worked out.

You let out a sigh of exasperation. “Well, it’d be better to get this off my chest even if your soulmate’s someone else…”

“Huh?” Harper perked up at the sheer idea of a confession.

You fidgeted around on his bed, trying to think of a way you could encapsulate how much you liked him and how that changed from friendship into a more romantic sense… but you weren’t entirely sure how.

“I… I like you, Harper. I’m not quite sure when the boundaries between ‘friends’ and ‘something more’ kinda disappeared. I don’t even know when I started liking you in a romantic light. But you’re the kindest, most beautiful, chaotic pyromaniac shit that I think I’ll ever love.”

His heart played hopscotch in its chest, running miles an hour. His bottom lip started trembling as he tried to rein in a smile.

“I know that, like, maybe I’m not your soulmate. But I think I can love you regardless of the fact we’re destined for others. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you, aha…” You awkwardly trailed off, “Y’know they say you never forget your first love? I like to think that’s been you. And maybe by some stroke of luck, we are soulmates! And wouldn’t that just be… I don’t know, perfect?” You gave him an awkward smile, “But can I do something before we check who your soulmate is?”

“Go ahead…” Harper’s backbone was like wet tissue after hearing your confession. You mean, you mean, his years of liking you back weren’t unreciprocated??? And- And you felt the same?

God, he was elated.

You leaned in, your hands around his waist as you slowly pulled yourself closer to him, letting him push you away at any moment’s notice. Harper’s body went stiff when he realized what you were doing right before his face burst out into flames.

“So… this is why you like fire so much? Cause it’s such a pretty shade.” You teased him a little with a cringey joke as he failed to reply.

You pressed your lips to his and he could feel your lips grow into a smile against his. He brought his hand to the base of your neck and pressed you closer to him. His tongue slightly prodded at your bottom lip as he tilted his head to the side for a better angle.

And that’s when you remembered… He had a gigantic tongue ! That was not going down your throat first thing in the morning!

But the both of you were interrupted by someone joining the room… It was Cucumber, Harper’s snitten, looking mildly appalled at what the two of you were doing at the asscrack of dawn.

You immediately separated, to Harper’s disappointment and your relief. Regardless of gag reflex, you still hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast. So tongue-shoving would have to wait.

“...You should probably check for your soulmate.” You paused. Well. This was it. God, if it weren’t for that kiss you just shared, you’d be a lot more anxious.

“OH yeah. Probably.” He dragged his feet to a desk away from his bed, almost pouting as he left you alone. He brought the pen to his wrist and scribbled something on it. “Anything appear on yours?”

You looked down at your wrist in relief and then in mild horror.

“...Did you just write ‘Olive Garden /neg’ as our first soulmate bond.” It wasn’t a question, more of a passive aggressive statement.

But what Harper was enamored with was that the both of you were soulmates.

He started shaking uncontrollably and picked you up off the bed and gave you a tight hug. “Cara mio, cara mio! We’re soulmates! I haven’t called you that in so long, I’ve wanted to for so long! But you would’ve felt awkward, agh- Cara mio, I’ve loved you for so long, didn’t know you liked me too!”

You raised both eyebrows in surprise, “Someone’s been dreaming of this for too long, hm?”

He gently played with strands of your hair, having calmed down a little. “...Maybe. But your hair matches mine now, cara mio. …Oh. Wait, can I call you that?”

You nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and leaving him dumbfounded, “We should go eat, let’s go break the news to your Nonna, hm?”

You headed downstairs as Harper was left to furiously blush and chase after you, “Give me a moment to react, will you, cara mio!”

#cwp harper x reader #cwp harper #harper cwp #✨ full fic #yandere #yandere x reader #camp willowpeak

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Hacker! Ren Headcanons

Basically just hc’s abt what ren does in his free time watching u, yk, normal stuff

Character(s): Ren/[REDACTED] from @14dayswithyou and mild mention of Harper from @/campwillowpeak

A/N: Definitely check out Camp Willowpeak if you have the time! Great VN in progress!

Trigger warnings: Minor panic attack after ‘And it is the worst feeling in all of Corland Bay.’

Um, mention of NSFW and kinks etc. Minors DNI !

Ren spends every waking hour of the day trying to be as close to you as he can possibly muster.

He just wants to be there with you in some shape or form!

The best days for him are the weekends, you don’t have to work and you can stay home all day if you choose to!

Some of his favorite things to watch you do is watch your anime, read fanfiction and a bunch of other things that help with his research.

When you indulge in your fixations, it helps Ren change himself accordingly to whatever you like at the moment!

You like science-y guys? Luckily for you, he took Biology and Chemistry in high school!

Totally not to figure out how to kill people effectively or clean up bloodstains, what???

You like artsy guys? He makes these amazing collages and collections of photography! Also took painting and art in high school!

Once again, totally not because he wanted the best drawings/paintings of you or the best high quality photos for his shrine, whaaat???

But having you read fanfiction is much more interesting to him.

He can see the types of characters you like to read about, your favorite genre, your favorite pairings, your favorite character dynamics…

Whether you prefer sunshine characters with a dark side, characters who look like they could kill you but are actually cinnamon rolls, two idiots + one brain cell, it’d all help him further his agenda of manipulating you to love him making him perfect for you!

And if you go into the NSFW section? He is frothing at the mouth.

This is his chance!! He can figure out what you prefer in the bedroom and win you over with his seduction skills! (not that he needs any ofc… have u seen him??? His dick is like 10 inches, that's a seduction skill on its own…)

(and maybe sometimes he takes advantage of the cameras around your place to listen in and watch you do some… intimate activities)

Whether you like submissive guys or dominant guys or service tops or brats, Ren is all for it! If you’re into some kinky shit, he might not be too into it, but he’ll give it a try for you!!

But if you share one of his massive kinks (ex. Breeding, marking) dude, you are so fucked.

Ren is straight up praying to his shrine that he can be the only one to fulfill your desires because, whoa, he would be soo good to you if you gave him a chance. He would literally cry if you wanted him to do whatever he liked to you.

Also you both like the same shit??? You were clearly meant to be!!

He sees you scrolling on social media and calling yourself delulu? (just like him ong) Don’t worry, he’ll be there so you can fufill your delusions!!

You’ll never have to be delusional again now that you have him!!

Ren saw you scroll through your Tumblr feed, seemingly spending hours lurking on this one account of… Camp Treepeak, or something. It irked him when he saw you focusing on this one character who had you swooning.

So what if that dumb brunette was 6’9’’??? So what if he was a pyromaniac??? He was just a dumb game character, Ren was real! Besides, Ren was more than sure that those missing 4 inches of height between and that fictional guy went somewhere… else.

You didn’t know what you were missing out on!! Ren was right there, always waiting for you to notice him! If you gave him even the smallest chance, he’d swoop in and make your life a living romance visual novel if you wanted!

He could be anyone you wanted him to be! At all! If that’s what it takes for him to be yours, he’d do it in a heartbeat!

(I have brought this up before lmao) Would absolutely be down to try and cosplay any character you aggressively rave about to Moth.

While he absolutely detests Moth for being the one that you go to with this stuff, he can’t deny that it's useful for him to tap into the call, mute Moth on his own end and listen to you go on and on about whatever you’re rambling about at the moment.

Your voice is so pretty, like a canary… Birds remind him of freedom in some way, some days Ren would like to keep you captive, hide you away from the world.

But then he looks at himself in the mirror and he sees his father stare back.

And it is the worst feeling in all of Corland Bay.

He hums to himself, listening to you talk on and on to Moth but can’t help and think, ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if I was the only one they ever sang to?’ and it sends Ren into a spiral of dark thoughts he immediately dry heaves at.

He’s trying so hard to focus on your melodic tone before he pants over the sink, body shaking. No, no, no, no.

No. He is not psychopathic. You are not something he can own. You are not his. That is not his decision. You have your voice. You are your own person.

“Hey, you alright?” Your calming voice shakes him out of his stupor. Of course, it did. It helped him get through nightmares, through hungover evenings where he just wanted to be with you, past his job when he felt demotivated.

Subconsciously, he knew you were just talking to Moth, but he couldn’t help but respond. “Y-yeah. I think so.”

“Mm, I feel that.”

Wow, maybe if he squinted, the two of you could be having a conversation! If it wasn’t for that lingering thought of his bastard dad, he would’ve been giggling on the couch, kicking his feet and twirling his hair.

…He was really getting into his Ren persona, wasn’t he…?

“Look, cheer up, things get better. I mean, my job’s no walk in the park, but it’s about the small wins!” He could hear the grin in your voice, you always managed to bring your emotions through audio, “Like, like! The other day, some guy on the street saw my subtle Attack on Giants jacket and stopped to me and said―”

“ ‘Yoo, is that AOG?’ “ Ren repeated the same words with a small smile on his face. He remembered how you reined in your expression before your face lit up as soon as you were by yourself.

You sighed and chuckled at whatever Moth had replied. “No, I am not a huge nerd. I simply have good taste. Oh yeah, remember how I told you about that one skater boy–” and your voice faded to background noise again.

Ren took a couple deep breaths to calm himself. He wasn’t his sperm donor, he’d be better. For you.

And the rest of his nights would be spent, adoringly adding to your shrine and his collection of your items.

Then he would lay in bed, clutching a pillow, wishing it were you he had to cuddle with but could settle for the plush, soft object until he finally won you over.

(personal headcanon that ren has one of those like, duck filled pillows he hugs instead of his stuffed toys which he leaves on display. Sometimes all the body parts just get in the way and he just wants to hug something soft… :(( like you :(( )

Which he would… one day.

#14 days with you #ren 14dwy #ren x reader #yandere #visual novel #ren 14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #🧨headcanons #🌟small fic

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Break Him to Pieces (pt 2 of 'Pieces')

Characters: Harper (@campwillowpeak) x reader, mild mention of Friend from STNAF

Trigger Warnings: descriptive gore, violence, death, suicide (entails suicidal actions and thoughts)

A/N: im so sorry 😭😭😭😭 I cannot write murderder scenes very well, or just anger in general... ASHDKASJD hope i did not do Harper dirty :((

God, after some fucking time, Harper had finally found that bastard. His vision went red, memories of you dying in his arms flashing through his mind.

Months of sorrow turned apathy morphed into something… aggressive.

Harper peeked out from the alley and pieced a gag in his mouth, manic anger overtaking his features as he dragged the killer further in.

He held him by his throat, his untamed nails sinking into his throat as he let out a delirious chuckle, “Hi there. Do you remember me?”

The man struggled underneath him, trying to kick at Harper with his feet off the ground.

Harper’s eyes had dulled with the months of your passing and couldn’t remember what joy felt like anymore. Sorrow created apathy for him. “I’ll take that as a no.” Harper brought a knee to the guy’s crotch, some twisted part of him enjoying as he writhed in pain. “So that hurts? Good. Could never compare to having your loved ones die, could it now?” He slowly brought his knee down then harshly back up.

The man spasmed in pain, sending a sharp glare to Harper before Harper threw him on the ground, sat on his chest and punched him once. The guy let out a loud groan of pain, harshly interrupted by another punch from Harper, eyes twitching in anger, “No. You don’t get to relieve yourself of some pain.” He furiously threw another punch to the guy's face in which he stayed silent. A maniac grin made its way to his face. “Good.”

Harper scuttled around before finding a metal pipe without having to get up, leaving no chance for the man to escape. “Now, we can’t have you running,” HIs eyes widened in dull anger like a fire that had dimmed but not been smothered. “Can we now?” He raised the pole over his shoulder… and brought it down on the man's ankles. A loud crack resounded between the two of them, tears running down the strangers face, sobs barely making it through the cloth.

“Shut up.” Harper brought them down, right under his knees as the stranger wrangled another sob from his chest. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” As he progressively got louder and louder, the intensity of the hits got stronger and stronger before he calmed himself. He got back on top of the stranger's chest and whispered in his ear, pissed beyond relief. “I would’ve been louder, but we wouldn’t want anyone finding your ugly ass corpse by the time I’m not done with you, hm?”

The stranger had barely managed to escape his gag before Harper had talked in his ear. He weakly managed to say something outside of the pain. “Fu-Fuck you and your bitch.”

Something inside Harper had snapped.

His fist hit. And something crunched.

The man let out a strangled cry of pain that was quickly muffled by Harper’s arm before another punch was dealt.

And another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another.

Harper had been there for at least 10 minutes, furiously pounding his fist into the other guy’s fist until his teeth were down his throat, his nose was caved in, his eyes were closed and puffy. His whole face was covered in blood, slowly dripping down onto the floor, skin pale and gaunt.

When Harper’s hand hit the guy’s flesh and it made a skin crawling squelch, it shook him out of his rageful trance. His gritted teeth and frown immediately dissipated in turn for a trembling bottom lip and transparent grief-filled tears.

He let out conflicted sobs into his blood-covered hands.

He quickly doused the body in gasoline through his regret and dropped a lit match on the body before throwing his hood on and leaving the crime scene.

That night, Harper had clutched your sweater, trying to preserve what little memory of you was left as he curled himself into a fetal position, tears ruining your top.

And the worst part? He had slept better that night than he did all those nights you were gone.

-Some years later-

He let out a shaky sigh of resolve. He approached his Nonna’s grave.

After he killed that man, he couldn’t find it in himself to get his grandmother involved. He told her that he was going to be moving somewhere to deal with his grief.

She had seen that look in her grandson’s eyes and couldn’t bear to let him leave. She begged him to not leave, she told him that she loved him and always would, no matter how hard he pushed her away and that she could not, in good conscience, let him leave because of his self-destructive tendencies.

That day, they talked about a lot of things, about Harper’s grandad, about his pyromaniac tendencies, about you. But never about your killer.

And then she died.

And Harper could afford to live, he had his grandfather’s money to live off of. He had Uber to eat from. He had his Nonna’s house to live in.

But it was so lonely.

God, it was so empty in that house.

Everywhere was a reminder of everything he had lost.

Things got shitty real quick for Harper. He couldn’t see any reason in living anymore. He’d pushed away Friend, he’d lost both you and his Nonna, he had no one.

So he came up with plans. Lots of plans. Too many plans that would’ve broken your heart if you knew what they were.

But you weren’t here anymore, so you would never know.

He had thought about hanging himself, but research proved that it was an uncomfortable death if you regretted it.

You died with him, he didn’t want to die without you.

He had put down a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She said that she had always loved how comforting their smell was and that they were also her favorite color. She said that sometimes, they reminded her of Harper and that only made her love them even more.

And then he made his way over to your grave. He took the shovel and pulled away all the dirt surrounding your coffin and pried it open. He poured in the gasoline, a silent apology for desecrating you with gasoline.

He laid in the uncomfortable oil, his hand making its way to yours. He could feel the discomfort of your coffin, god, how uncomfortable you must’ve been…

He took out a syringe of a strong sedative that he had paid a shit ton for. It better have knocked him out while he died or he’d be in a bunch of pain…

He took out his match box and struck the match. It lit.

And your grave burst into flames.

#cwp harper x reader #cwp harper #harper cwp #✨ full fic #yandere #yandere x reader #revenge time lmao #camp willowpeak

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Love You to Pieces (pt 1 of 'Pieces')

Character(s): Harper @campwillowpeak x reader, mild mention of Friend from @stnaf-vn

Okay but i saw that one post about ‘what if someone murdered CM…’ AND OH MY GOD THAT POST??? SENT SHIVERS??? DOWN MY SPINE??? AUGH love me a silly goofy psychotic guy who mourns me and just feels like shit after he gets my revenge because that isn’t what I would want for him…

(SASJKDHASDJK @the-wannabe-hero thank u for the idea omg i forgor to credit--)

Part 2 !!

Trigger Warnings: death of a loved one

Main warning: SHIT TON OF ANGST DUDE I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS (i mean my standards could be a lil too low idkkk)

ALSO MAMA SLOTH I HOPE U ENJOY IF U END UP READING !!

Fic under the cut!!

His eyes widened, pupil shrinking as he watched all the blood spill from your stabbed abdomen. The coward who had stuck the knife there immediately ran away before Harper could catch him.

Harper knew he could run after him, knew he’d have a pretty good chance at killing him. But there was also something else he knew.

After years of killing others, he knew how fatal your wound was.

No, he didn’t want to even think about what was happening.

He caught your fumbling body before it hit the ground, cradling your upper torso in his arms, all fear evident on his face. “C-Cara mia?” He knew how broken and fragile he sounded and how that would scare you a little, but he didn’t have the effort to hide it from you.

You winced as you shifted in his arms, “Harper…” You grit your teeth and flashed him a smile. “I-It’s fine, everything’s going to be alright, hm?”

God, he loved your smiles. The ones you would make when you enjoyed his food, the ones you made after kissing him and leaving him breathless, the ones you reassured him that he was not a bad person and would never be, the one you made when he first got on one knee. All of them.

Even if you were dying, you still managed to smile for him. His heart stuttered in his chest, his love and fear for you both taking over. He let out a watery chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, “Y-You’re so bad for me, darling.” He brought the hand that your engagement ring sat on before kissing it. The cool metal brushed his chapped lips as a tear slipped down his face. “...Please don’t leave me, cara mia. We still,” His breath hitched and a silent sob wracked through his body, “We still haven’t gotten married yet. You can’t… You can’t do this to me.”

You coughed on the blood coagulating in your throat, droplets of blood making it onto his shirt. “A-Aw man, I got your shirt dirty…” Your eyes began to gloss over with tears, hearing Harper beg for you not to leave made things feel a lot more serious. “If it cheers you up, Harper, I do.”

“W-What?” His confusion caused him to blink back his tears before he tilted his head to the side, “I… What?”

You let out a set of broken laughter and he had to suppress a flinch. You never laughed like that, you never laughed like you were having a bad time, you never laughed like you were going to die-

Oh.

His eyebrows furrowed as if that act itself would stop the tears from forming.

And of course, because you knew him so so so well, you tried to give him a reassuring smile, “I do, Harper. I do love you, and I will marry you. Through life and through death.” Tears trickled down your face as you wiped at the dry tracks of Harper’s face, “Through sickness and health and whatnot. Harper, will you…aghk― will you marry me too?”

He stifled a whimper, his bottom lip trembling, “Of course I will, always, always, always for you, cara mia.” He craned his neck so his face met yours and he kissed you before setting you back down in his lap.

“Harper, Harper, it hurts…” You gave him one last weak look before your eyes flickered up to him. You entwined your fingers with his and brought them to your lips. “I love you, Harper. More, hgk— more than, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Okay, darling?”

He begged through tears, grasping your hand so tight, he could’ve broken your hand. But he’d never do that to you, he loved you so much. He loved you too much. He wouldn’t let you leave. “Please. Please don’t say that like you’re…” His chest wracked with sobs he was too heartbroken over to care. “Like you’re dying. You can’t. You can’t leave me, cara mia. You wouldn’t.” His lungs cried and wailed for proper oxygen intake, his brain told him he needed to breathe, but how could he? How could he dare to breathe when he knew soon enough, you wouldn’t share the same air as him.

And god, if that didn’t shatter his heart into pieces.

“Please, please, please. They can’t― They can’t take you—! Please, please, please, please…” Each repeated word was followed by tears falling from his face to yours.

If he wasn’t so overcome with his sorrow, maybe he’d have already noticed how you had already died.

Your blank eyes stared back at his glassy blue ones. He rested his face in his hand, propped on his knee as he held you to his chest, cries unabashedly rocking through his body as he had to believe it.

Believe you were gone.

Believe some coward had taken the light of his life away, forever.

Believe some scum had taken away the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

Anyone else on the street would’ve seen him chanting meaningless words of ‘please, please, please’ and ‘love you so much, love you, please don’t leave me.”

But all Harper could see was you, broken and shattered in his arms.

Harper couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep properly. Everywhere he went was a reminder of you.

He tried, he tried so hard to move on. He tried not to isolate himself. God, he had even shut himself off from his Nonna. She didn’t deserve that. It was all because of him, because he would never be good enough to save you, to save himself. Because it was all his fault that he couldn’t have seen it coming. He should’ve been more careful, been more cautious.

Friend had come over to reassure him that he understood losing a loved one, but he just… he just didn’t. He didn’t know what it meant to lose the love of his life, didn’t know how Harper had spent nights just replaying it over and over in his head.

Some nights were even worse because some days, he’d never tell a single soul, some days he forgot what you looked like, couldn’t picture your face anymore because it had been so long since he had seen you smiling at him. Those nights were the worst. How could he have forgotten his spouse, someone he had dedicated his life to?

God, he was such a piece of shit for forgetting you.

Friend only had his sweetheart, but Harper had other people to care for.

His Nonna.

But he couldn’t handle the pain your death had caused him and refused to let anyone else share it.

He had to look at your photos just to have some feeling of what it was like to be yours because he kept forgetting. He kept forgetting and forgetting what it was like to love someone like you.

You were his world and how could he ever forget it?

Was it because you weren’t there to remind him?

Ouch.

A/N: dw dw harper gets his revenge

#yandere #cwp harper x reader #cwp harper #harper cwp #angst #✨ full fic #yandere x reader #friend stnaf

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Early Mornings

Character(s): Ren from @14dayswithyou !! x reader

Renren fic!!

Just a real big self indulgent ren fic… cause while i absolutely act feral for my boy redacted, renren is a guilty pleasure for me !!

Fic under the cut, mild implied NSFW at the beginning and end! Pretty implicit imo, but I'd advise minors to DNI anyway !

It had been a couple weeks since you first had hooked up with that, as Teo called him, Cotton-candy mascot of yours, Ren. You weren’t sure why you invited him over that day, or why you decided to take things further to be fair.

But you regretted nothing.

As sunlight made its way through the slits of your semi-transparent curtains, filtering the UV rays to be less blinding, you looked over to your right as Ren slept soundly, arms posessively snaking around your waist as if he was scared of you leaving him.

Sometimes, you didn’t quite understand his protective urge to ‘keep you safe and protect’ you, but if it was a red flag, it was one that went unnoticed.

After all, your Renren was too cute to hurt a fly.

Even if he had those commonly odd mood swings of his.

You gently tucked away cotton candy coloured strands of hair behind his ears and parted his bangs before gently pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. And then another, and another, and so on.

Gently cupping his face, you saw the corners of his lips quiver slightly when you lovingly laid another kiss to the corner of his eyelids. You teasingly rolled your eyes, “You’ve been awake this whole time, hm?”

His eyelashes quickly fluttered open as nervous sky-blue eyes looked back at you, “M-maybe I was… W-Would that be so bad?” There’s the obvious tone of anxiety, but there’s an edge of teasing to his words. Maybe if you hadn’t grown so accustomed to it, you would’ve pointed it out.

“I mean, it just shows how much you enjoy being smothered by affection. You’re greedy, you know that, Ren?” Your words would cut deep if they weren’t laced with a teasing edge and the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen you wear in the morning.

Usually, he’d only be able to see your face through a camera. And while it was high quality, it’d never compare to having you choose to smile at him, instead of seeing you smile at something else. Now that he had a taste, there was no going back.

Even if it was an uncommon or common experience, seeing you smile at him only him, forever and ever and ever and ever was such an ethereal sensation, it made him only prouder he had given you the nickname Angel.

You paused before rubbing his flushed cheeks with your thumbs, giving him another forehead kiss. He could feel your smile grow against his skin and it gave him butterflies. “But you’re lucky I’m more than glad to make you happy.” You kissed him in the space between his eyebrows. “More than glad to spoil you with whatever you want.” A kiss to the corner of his left and right eyes. “More than glad to keep you with me forever.” And god, he hoped you didn’t see him shiver at that last line.

The mere thought of being with you made him so elated. But you choosing to keep him? Forever? You might as well have proposed to him on the spot! He would always be yours, if that's what you asked of him. And you wanted to give him anything he wanted?? No matter what it was?

Ah, he could’ve died happy. But he can’t die before you, of course!

He let out a shaky chuckle, “Mmm, I’m so unbelievably lucky to be with you, Angel. I’ll be yours forever, you just need to say the word.” He pulled himself closer to you and gently nuzzled into the nape of your neck.

You weren’t sure if you were the big spoon or the small spoon anymore, your legs entwined and chests pressed together. You could feel his breath fan against your collarbones as he tried to inhale as much of you as he could. You chuckled, a flustered note to your voice, “You’re a little too drowsy to be proposing now, Ren? With the way you’re talking it sounds like you enjoy me being possessive of you.” You combed through his hair, a playful grin on your face, “Bet you would like being called my Ren, huh?”

Woah.

That did things to him. A lot more intense than he would like to admit unfortunately… He was praying you didn’t feel anything twitch at your wording. ‘Your Ren?’ Like he belonged to you? Like he was yours to own? Yours to love? Yours to devote himself to?

His heart hammered in his chest and his whole body went flush. He tried to rein himself in, clearly not wanting things to escalate. It was still the beginning of the morning !

Of course, he would love to do nothing more than spend it with you all day. But you had to eat first, he wouldn’t let it slide if you skipped a meal! Your health is much more important than his… health.

You arched your back into him as you stretched, unknowingly(or maybe knowingly…) aggravating his problem much more than he would’ve liked. He stifled a low groan as you sat up in bed. “Well, we should probably start making breakfast… I picked up some groceries yesterday I think.” You peeled off your blanket and strolled towards the door before turning back at Ren. “You coming, or what?”

He looked dazed and in his own world, before snapping his attention at your voice immediately, red taking over his face, “A-Ah, um…! I’ll be right there!”

You paused and raised your eyebrows at him teasingly, “Clean yourself up after you take care of your problem, alright, Ren? Don’t forget, I’m in the room over, if you need any…” You sent him a mirthful wink, “Help.”

He let that sink in for a moment as you made your way to your kitchen before sinking his humiliated face into his hands. You had obviously looked down, hadn’t you?

He was wearing a small pair of shorts and his white top still, something… unfortunately prominent in his pants.

He let out a wistful sigh at his future actions. You both already knew what he was about to do.

A shaky whine chimed from your bedroom, “A-Angel… St-Stop teasing me…”And with a wide smirk, you made your way back to your beloved Ren, ready to give him everything he wanted and more.

#✨ full fic #yandere #yandere x reader #14dwy ren #ren x reader #14dwy x reader x #visual novel #14 days with you

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First Kiss

Characters: Henry Morgan (@homecomingvn) x Reader

Pov: you’re just chillin’ with your good buddie Henry, your best friend. One you may have had like a tiny little crush on… You’re whining about how you haven’t had your first kiss, complaining on and on about all these hopeless guys who’ve never liked you back.(Am I indulging myself? Ofc i am) or relationships you couldn’t pursue because you had academic pressure on your back? (ok now im totally projecting)

Fic under the cut! Have a good time reading !!

You were sprawled out on Henry’s bed, whining about how post-secondary school was kicking your ass, how life was kicking your ass, a lot of things that were kicking your ass. To be fair, adulthood seemed much better in YA novels and shows compared to… ugh, reality. Honestly, why do they produce such bullshit to make it seem fun?

“Buttercup, I’m sure things’ll get better for you! Just give it some time, mhm?” Henry added on while you noticed you had grumbled that last line of thought out loud. They then turned all his attention back to his FNAF game before you let out a wistful sigh.

“At least they make it seem so… rose-tinted. What I would do to actually have a love life, I swear to God.” You combed your hands through your hair, the summer heat making you perspire more on your friend’s bedsheets as you groaned at the thought. “Dude, I can’t believe I’m this old and I still haven’t had my first kiss. God, what am I even waiting for at this point…?” You dejectedly mumbled the last part to yourself.

Henry, albeit barely noticeable, perked up at the word ‘first kiss.’ They could hear the discouragement in your voice, ears picking up on that last note. “Well, guess we’re both hopeless romantics then…”

“I don’t know, I’ve always thought that there’d be this great guy waiting for me when I got old enough. He’d want nothing more than to be the best partner, and he’d just sing my praises. I know it’s kind of…” You flushed a little at your wording, “Self-serving. I know you care about me and all! But it’d be nice to have someone care about me romantically. Ugh, my expectations are too high, aren’t they?” You sat back up, legs dangling off the edge of the mattress, hands fiddled with in your lap.

Were you being too obvious on what you were trying to signal him? You wanted a partner, a boyfriend even, and your best friend would be so perfect and you really wanted him to at least reject you and give you closure rather than drag this out. But if things turned out positively? Well, that’d just be a cherry on top.

He totally wasn’t your first friend and first love. Totally not the only one who you would never outwardly confess to without prompting. Totally not the one that you’ve loved since childhood.Totally not the one who made all your past loves pale in comparison. Totally not th―! You were getting distracted.

“Yeah, don’t think anyone would wanna kiss me…” You muttered to yourself under your breath.

Henry quickly paused his game. He wanted nothing more than to jump out of his seat and say ‘I want to be the best partner! I want to sing your praises! I care about you romantically! If I’m not good enough, you can do anything to fix me! I’ll be whatever you want me to! I’d make sure no one could ever hurt you again! If they did, I’d make them pay suffer rethink their decisions!’ But that would come off a little too desperate. He’s waited years for you.

It wouldn’t kill to wait a little longer.

Well, if only he knew how much you liked him. He was a little… dense when it came to others trying to court him, after all, he never thought that he’d be the object of someone else’s affections. Henry hummed out their reply after some thought, trying to subconsciously hint that there’s someone out there who’d love to be your partner. Even if he didn’t outwardly say it was himself. “I don’t think they’re too high. Maybe there is someone out there perfect for you. Besides, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You sarcastically chuckled with no malice behind it, “Maybe all the people I’ve liked in the past?”

He opened his mouth, sputtering rebuttals, “Well that’s because they were clearly all blind! They just have no taste! You know what?” He gets out of his chair and stands in front of you, pointing an accusing finger at your window.

“What?” You raised an amused and curious eyebrow at his mild aggression to your past crushes.

Still gesturing to the window, he referred to your past admirations. “Clearly, they’re just dumb, because I would totally kiss you! And I would enjoy it!” He puffs out his chest in some sort of… pride at his words before realizing what he said. “Uh.” After a single noise from him, his face almost erupts into a bright red. “I- wow, um. I- Yeah, uh…”

As he struggled to mentally compute what he had just said to you, to your face, (oh my god he was going to die from rejection or embarrassment or even both, ahhh―) and how you were gonna react, you were in our own world.

Everything going through your brain was a disorganized chaos alarm that had only one cohesive thought.

Which was to shut up his mumbling by kissing him.

And so, that’s what you did. No fear, no hesitation, no consequences. You snaked your hand up to the back of his neck, feeling a couple of goosebumps. You gave him chances to pull away as you drew your heads closer together. Your fingers entwined themselves into strands of his golden hair, nails gently raking his scalp.

Fuck, you left him breathless. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he swore his heart stopped for that solid second. The question ‘Is this okay?’ was left unsaid, but not unheard when he gave you a shaky whine in response, “Please, yes…” was muttered from the pretty lips of his. Pretty lips that you were about to kiss.

It was inexperienced and a little awkward at first, teeth clacking against each other awkwardly as you both got a feel for what you were trying to do. It was chaste as you pulled away rather quickly to see a very flushed Henry begin to open his eyes that were closed to soak up all the pleasure before you went back in for another, his eyes fluttering wide in surprise.

“Hhn—?” You pulled on his scalp a little, tilting your head to the side so you could slot your mouths together a bit more easily. He jolted a little before slowly hovering his arms around your waist before deciding to settle them there. He keened and pulled you closer to him until there was barely any space between the two of you.

Of course, oxygen was, unfortunately, necessary for one to survive and that need had caused you to pull away from him. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, as you drank up the sight of a dazed Henry who looked back at you with reverent eyes, clearly more than interested in continuing kissing you.

You soaked up all the attention before gently booping him on the nose, “You enjoy that enough?” You gave him a small teasing grin, regardless of your internal panic over how that was your first kiss, with the first guy you’d been friends with, with the first guy you ever really loved like that. God, maybe YA shows weren’t bullshit?

He stammered, light puffs of air passed through his mouth as his eyes darted everywhere except towards yours.

You weren’t that bad at kissing… you hoped. “Was I so good at kissing you that I took your breath away?” You instantly cringed at your words as they slipped out of your mouth. Why did that seem so cheesy?

After a moment of silence, he quietly mumbled, “...yeah.”

You could feel heat rise to your face at his reply. He was too adorable to not tease and he was too honest for his own good.

“... That was my first kiss too.” He quietly admitted. If it was to you or to himself, neither of you knew. “I’d been saving it for you, buttercup.”

Your heart leaped in your chest at the implications of his statement, hope filling your eyes. “Well, there’s no easy way to say this. Henry, I’ve liked you for years now. It was on and off, if I’m being honest. But you’ve always been the one constant in my life, you’ve always been there for me, supported me. Henry, I really, really, really do like you. I, uh—” You paused, it was so much harder to confess after you had kissed, because it was usually the other way around first. “Will you date me?”

He held a shaky hand to his mouth to barely hide the biggest grin on his face before exclaiming in elation, “Of course, buttercup, a thousand times yes.” He gently began peppering your face with soft, chaste kisses. The temples of your face, the crown of your forehead, the corners of your eyes, the tip of your nose before planting a soft gentle one on your lips.

He picked you up and sat laid on the bed, before getting you to lie beside him as he draped his arms over your shoulder and pulled you in closer. He snuck his head into the crook of your neck and let that guide him to sleep.

“D’you mind if we take a nap, love?”

“Geez, already pulling out the ‘L word,’ Henry? You move quick!” He could feel your laughs reverberate through your chest as you looped your hands around his waist. “Of course we can take a nap. All that excitement tired me out for sure…”

He looked over your shoulder, pulling your warmth closer to him, to see a picture frame with a photo of the two of you.

He had been patient for so long. Clearly, it had paid off.

A/N: AUGH THIS TOOK ME LIKE 4 HOUrS I'M SO SORRY I MEANT THIS TO RELEASE ON JUNE 28TH BUT THEN I WROTE TOO MUCH AND COULDN'T STOP. (1.6k words i think? uGH AND THATS NOT A LOT OF WORDS BY MY STANDARDS EITHERRRR--)

Once again, go check out Henry Morgan from @homecomingvn's tumblr !! They are very cool !! Also I hope you don't mind that I tagged you, I can always remove it if you'd like?

#henry morgan #homecoming vn #henry x reader #henry morgan x reader #fluff content #✨ full fic

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Househusband Harper Headcanons

Hello, hello !! I am going to be redoing some blog design stuff when I WORK UP THE MOTIVATION-- so if the blog name changes, y’all know why!!

Anyway, I've been deep diving for Harper crumbs to accurately write him as one does. (gotta get everything lore accurate, would not be able to live with a too OOC in any of my fictional literature./hj)

AND I KNOW HE WOULD RATHER HAVE YOU BE THE AT-HOME PERSON AND WHATNOT while he works but hear me out… He would be such a good househusband, alright? AUHG- Everything's under the cut, lol.

also Harper is from @campwillowpeak !! I can remove the tag btw, if you don't wanna be tagged in further works ;-;

So maybe the two of you had been married for years. Doesn’t make Harper feel any less happy when you introduce him to people as your husband or when he sees the ring on your hand that he bought for you before you leave the house, it always leaves him with a tingly feeling.

After all, now you’re his. And doesn’t that sound just lovely?

Harper’s got that side job of his to keep the both of you financially stable, as long as you don’t ask too many questions about it.

He doesn’t understand why you need to go work, when the two of you could be comfortable at home from his profits.

Especially when he has more than enough to keep you happy with him!

But if that’s what his partner wants, who is he to deny you?

He’s always anxious to let you leave the house, you’re so magnificent, what if on your way home, some creep tries to hit on you?

He knows you wouldn’t cheat on him and that you can defend yourself, but… but wouldn’t it be safer to just be at home with you?

Or worse, what if one of your coworkers, god forbid your boss, tried to… coerce you into something!

He knows you always wear your wedding ring, and he made sure that it was shiny enough to show people how much he loved you. (Material objects could never dare to show anyone how much he loved you. He loves you sooo much and he knows you love him too !)

But there are a lot of ignorant people out there!

If you let him, Harper's be more than glad to mark you up, stake his claim so your peers know exactly who you’re married to.

“Cara miaaa,” Your husband looked up at you with wide, pleading, unfaltering eyes, “You said your coworkers were giving you trouble, right?” He’d practiced saying it without violently cursing out your coworkers. You wouldn’t like it if he was mean about them… Even if it was true.

“Unfortunately, yeah. They can’t take a hint, even with this.” You gestured to your wedding ring. “I don’t get how it’s so hard for them to understand I’m a faithful spouse…”

And with that, Harper set his plan into action. “Y’know… we could do something a bit more drastic, if you wish, dear?”

Your eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “And what would that be, Harp?” You had a vague idea what he was hinting at, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Mm, just showing them how much I looove you… and maybe biting you.” He muttered the last part to himself, a light flush making its way to his face. He had not prepared too much on how to convince you.

“You mind giving me a little preview?” You sat yourself down on the couch and beckoned him towards you with a finger.

“Not at all, cara mia.”

But there are some pros to being alone when you’re gone!

Harper being your dutiful househusband means he can and will do anything and everything for you !

(And indulge himself in certain activities while you’re gone)

He also has complete control over everything you sleep in, you eat, you wear.

So if you notice some odd stains on your clothes or weird tastes in your food, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about ! Do you not like the food he spent so much time preparing? Or the laundry he did to take a load off your back ?

It’s not his fault he gets so lonely when you’re gone ! It’s just because he misses you so much !

You should just quit your job, you know? It’s so dangerous ! That boss of yours was targeted by an arsonist ! (Because he had the nerve to try and touch you.) Gosh, what if you were next ?! (Harper would never do that to you though… <3)

You should just listen to your husband, he’s so worried for you ! Won’t you pleaaase hear him out?

#cwp harper #harper x reader #cwp harper x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #🧨headcanons

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sunny-speaks · 10 months

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Constantly !!

Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

#sjhdjsd totally not because my brain cant come up with ideas...#that'd be crazy #🎇mod moments #go ahead and send anything !!!#anon or not #i'll try my best to respond !!

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sunny-speaks · 10 months

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Alan x Reader (My Dear Hatchet Man)

So I don’t know much about Hatchet Man lmaooo- He’s more mildly possessive but not a full blown yandere or creep or stalker-- so I'm adding a couple of personal touches!

But seriously, we don't get much Yandere! Alan content in the demo so far aside from him being a lil posessive. Or at least what I've seen so far, I could be wrong--

Wants nothing more for him and his doe-eyes to just avoid society and live together for the rest of their life

Is way too committed for a relationship despite meeting you yesterday ‘for the first time.’

Maybe you don’t remember him, maybe you do… But see, you made eye contact and smiled at him a year ago! So that had to mean something to you!

Even if you were just working at a convenience store for quick cash, you wouldn’t just smile at anyone !

(He made sure you didn’t.)

Studied every habit of yours down to the narrowest of details, just so he could act and pretend think like you were right there with him at all times of the day.

He's so observant for you, isn't he?

He wouldn’t venture out far from the forest, but on special occasions, he would stumble upon you sitting on a bench, feeding bread crumbs to birds.

Ohhh, that’s his pretty doe-eyes for ya, hmm? So kind, so generous, so… breathtaking.

Gosh, all his tech is so outdated. When he saw you taking photos of yourself on that fancy rectangle you call a ‘phone,’ he almost regretted becoming a hermit. Simply thinking about the quality photos he could get of you from your style of ‘phone?’ Sent shivers down his spine.

But he supposed he’d have to settle for an older method. Black-and-white camera out, film loaded and ready to take as many photos of his precious darling as possible.

During the day, inconspicuously guarded by the thick lines of trees and maybe at night, if you left your window open. He could scale the walls and crawl in or get a vantage point from a tree.

You were so innocent, his doe-eyes. He had to take such good care of ya, huh? Forgetting to lock your windows sometimes, leaving the curtains open, awh… You must’ve forgotten how creepy the rest of the world is. Don’t worry, Alan’s here to protect you…!

And if he took a couple photos of you sleeping, that’s no one else’s business but his own.

He couldn't wait for the day where he'd be able to be beside you while you were awake too..

So, won’t you be a dear and notice how much he loves you…?

#my dear hatchet man #🧨headcanons #mdhm #mdhm alan #alan orion #alan x reader #mdhm alan x reader #yandere x reader

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sunny-speaks · 10 months

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okay but like,,, ITSYABOI REBLOGGED THIS??? HI??? IM A BIG FAN-- JDSKHFKJF you're so cool, keep up the great work !!

(also still reeling from shock, hi-

Siren Friend x Reader

So this is really late to the bandwagon :((( But here we are, resident yandere Friend! But Siren version cause I can't stop thinking about the chatbot... :P

You work a nice job, decent pay, the works.

You live near a beach in a decently populated city, you’re single and ready to mingle. But there’s no pressure! After all, your job is so tiring… There’s literally no room to romance people… But he'd change that.

Nothing too big, just studying an obscure species that emerged a couple months ago that look pretty similar to mermaids, mermen and other humanoid fish folk from mythology.

Of course, you weren’t too bothered, you just fed them and kept them occupied whilst other researchers collected data. You were more of a mer caretaker than an actual scientist.

Just the other day however… you found this really cute one washed up against the shoreline of your beachfront house !

You honestly didn’t expect much out of living so close to the water… but if that’s what it takes for pretty guys to get close to you, you weren’t arguing.

He was unconscious, dying in the sand or something when you chucked him into a bathtub.

Dark blue skin and hair the color of the sun, god, you couldn’t help but admire the pretty merman who was now chilling in your bathtub.

If you looked hard enough, you’d barely be able to see the way that the lightbulb in the ceiling catches the scales of his face in a way that makes the patches on his shoulders, cheeks and abdomen shimmer in a glamorous way.

Gold linings went up and down his body, marking contours and every dip in his body. They sectioned his abdomen and melded into his tail, they trailed up the sides of his neck to the back of his… webbed ears?

Wow, you’d probably stare forever at him until--!

You were busy admiring just how elegant the siren looked under the yellow-tinted lighting of your bathroom before you noticed his eyelashes fluttering awake under the water. How long he’d been out for, he wasn’t sure. When he saw the human that he’d always… admired from a distance hovering over him, he thought he had died and gone to fish heaven! He poked his head out of the water, black eyes looking up at you through his eyelashes, the lower half of his face obscured by the water. Water droplets accumulated on his long eyelashes every time he blinked. Which was quite a lot, seeing as how the unapproachable, ethereal human you were in his eyes, was right in front of him and had even saved his life ! He was the only one you'd saved, right? That made him special, right? He let out a small chirp in response, a little mix of shock and awe to which you awkwardly replied with, “Heeeeey?”

To be fair, you weren’t necessarily versed in talking to merfolk. It wasn’t your job- Well, it kind of was…

But you had context clues! You had diagrams and data to go off on in the lab !

This time around, you were too busy ogling the goddamn merperson to call your boss and tell him about a new discovery.

You were, as the kids call it, ‘faking it till you made it’ when you conversed with him.

Honestly, what were you supposed to do with a random attractive siren stranger in your house?! Just kick him out?!

Nah, you'd have to let him stay. After all, you didn't know what tests they did on the other merfolk, but honestly? You didn't want to know.

You just wanted to protect this one. You weren't sure why.

Maybe if you paid any attention the studies by scholars, you would've realized about their charmspeak and how they can lull you into a hazy state of mind...

But to the siren who’d only ever been enamored with you from afar? Only ever gazed at your smile, waiting for a day it could be displayed to him? Only ever hung onto every morsel of speech he could make out from that pretty mouth of yours?

He was hoping you’d let him stay with you… forever.

#stnaf #friend stnaf #🎇mod moments

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