He Gon Kiss Ur Boo Boo Away

"methinks that my husband is now sublimating his subconscious need to lie under the bottom of a car in the garage"

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(animation by the fantastic aimeryaa again 🥰🥰🥰)

Dad!Ren and his daughter Shayla (My OC fankid!!!)

FINALLY, after some hard work i represent to you.. My OC Shayla! Shayla is based on the official cutiesigh artwork with AU Dad!Ren. This post will have all the basic info about her so far + some headcanons about Ren's family life and his relationship with Shayla. So it's going to be a kinda? long post! I've put a lot of work and love into these arts. Enjoy :3

Redacted holding Shayla!! and their very different reactions

They're just having a bit of a nap on the sofa after Shayla painted Ren's face... and Shayla is drooling on dad's soft chest😭 (kind of inspired?? by this post!)

Her reference:

BASIC INFO

Clarification: in my AU, where there is Shayla, Redacted doesn't pretend to be Ren, but acts naturally! But I use both names in the text

Shayla is a kind, naive, sincere, energetic and cheerful girl who is always looking for adventure. But often, due to her age, her trusting nature and her curiosity, she doesn't always understand the risks and ends up in various messes. The girl is very friendly to everyone she meets! She believes that the world is a kind and beautiful place! Some kids think that Shayla is strange and weird (at least because of her "weird" family), which is why she gets mocked, but she doesn't read social cues (she's kinda autistic coded).

Likes: creative activities (drawing, needlework, sewing (not very wearable yet), making different outfits, daddy's jewelry, laughing, getting up early, climbing trees.

Dislikes: being controlled and restricted, rudeness, social games (she doesn't understand them).

She is the only and most wanted child for Ren and Angel, they had her when they were 30-35 years old. They love her very much!! Thanks to Ren, the family is very wealthy! Redacted spoils her a lot, fulfills all her wishes (well, as much as possible, since it's all after Angel, of course). In Shayla's family, both parents work, but Ren does it from home like he used to. So while Angel is at work, Redacted spends most of his time with their daughter. He picks her up from school, takes her to classes, goes for walks with her + does the housework, cooks, etc (basically he's a stay-at-home dad, because I don't think he needs to spend half a day on hacking; a couple of three hours is enough). With the birth of Shayla, Ren has begun to keep an eye not only on Angel, but also on their daughter, though not as closely. Thanks to this, he manages to get the girl out of trouble in time, but he often arrives at the very last moment.

Shayla is very attached to her father, she thinks he is the coolest dad in the world!!! She loves spending time with him, as well as his dark style and tattoos! She is a daddy's girl :))

While Angel is undoubtedly still Ren's top priority, Redacted genuinely loves his daughter both as an affirmation/continuation of their love with Angel AND for who she is. Her cheerful nature often lifts his spirits. Now, he has another person in his life who helps him see the world through a different, less apathetic and indifferent lens. Ren sees how naive and kind his daughter is and protects her to keep that light in her. And when Shayla comes up with questionable ideas… He supports her! He even suggests something himself😭 BUT even he has limits. He will not do anything that might harm her.

(pretty much everything canon about how Sai describes Dad!Ren)

RANDOM FACTS AND HEADCANONS:

I named her after that meme OOHH MY SHAYLAAA😭 (I didn't have a name for her at first, so I just called her that in my mind for a while. It was actually quite funny to me… but eventually it started to grow on me, ngl, so I kept it)

You know those stories where a kid goes into their mom's makeup bag, purse, or closet and tries on something? In this case, mom is Ren💀 Shayla loves to find all kinds of alt stuff from Redacted, ask what it is, and then try it on herself! Redacted gave her some - a spiked bracelet and a silver chain!

Ren agrees to paint Shayla's nails. She wears all the colors of the rainbow, but she likes to keep all her nails black on one hand, though!

Thanks to the creative atmosphere in the family and Redacted's alternative style, Shayla will be a goth in the future! She's also going to become an alt-clothing designer.

She is wearing three of the five gold hairpins that Ren used to wear! When Redacted and Angel got married, he started wearing only two hairpins - a symbol of their relationship. Years later, when Shayla was born and grew up, the rest of the hairpins were inherited to her, and she wears them with great pride, just like the rest of her dad's jewelry.

Shayla also has her dad's features. She has pale, dry skin and black hair. However, her eyes are a unique combination of Ren's color (blue) + my Angel's (red) = creating a beautiful purple color for her.(I know that's not how gynetics works lmaoo I just think it's cute!!!)

aaaand also, @yzumimenu drew some amazing fanart of Shayla, LOOK AT HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND TY SO MUCH AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

semester ended so i finally got to draw ren for the first time :3 yayyy !!

⋆˚࿔ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ren x GN!reader

mdni !! / 14dwy x reader / 14 days with you / dominant leaning reader / sfw / ren belongs to @14dayswithyou

•ଓ.° ren sits patiently on your bed as he waits for you to come back into your room. he waits and waits and waits, until you request a favor.

Ren sits patiently in your bedroom, waiting for you to return from the kitchen.

You had gone to grab something with zero explanation. The simple “be right back” you’d shot at him before you left the room oddly made his chest a bit heavy.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of you not returning, this was your own apartment after all.. unfortunately.

They obviously just want to spend as much time with you as possible.

But if you were to ask him to sit, he’d stay.

Ren glances up at the ceiling, the blank popcorn-like texture above leaves him visualizing your stunning figure peering over him, just as it was not even five minutes ago. Your hand rests gently on his shoulder, patting it softly as he sits comfortably on the plush mattress.

“Wait here, ren” you beam, before lifting your hand off of them.

Peering up at you from such an angle left him completely breathless every single time. You looked so.. in control.

Like you knew exactly how easily he'd listen.

His eyes, glazed over and glossy, widen in surprise once he overhears something loud fall to the ground from the room you stand in.

*THUD*

He rushes his way into the kitchen stumbling over your furniture a bit. Ren locks eyes with yours as he wails, “Are you okay?!”

You smile at the man down the hall, arms extended into one of the cupboards above. “I’m fine honey,” you chuckle breathlessly, “thank you.”

Ren swiftly makes his way over to where you stand, peering down at the ground to see exactly what caused the all the ruckus.

A large box, toppled over to its side lays on the floor beside your feet. Partially opened, Ren has full sight of the contents inside.

The box is filled to the brim with dishes, wrapped in rough paper to prevent them from breaking.

Glancing over once more, their gaze immediately diverts onto your legs. How your calves tighten as you balance on your toes, extending your fingers, desperately attempting to reach the box. He felt a bit bad watching you struggle so much, but he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Ugh!” you grunt, finally slamming your heels on the floor. Sighing in defeat, you against the counter to catch your breath for a moment, eyes suddenly shooting open as they dart over to Ren.

“Heyy... you’re tall! Would you mind helping me get this box down up here?” you say with a smile, mentally beating yourself up for not asking him sooner.

Darting their gaze upward, Ren shyly looks at the box you were pointing at, a little afraid of getting caught staring where he was.

“Of course.”

Shifting closer to you, Ren practically traps you with his body. He’s not crushing you by any means, he’s never even imagine doing so, but his tall figure restraints your movements, towering over your smaller body.

A hand rests against the rim of the counter, their thumb grazing the side of your hip. He extends his other arm above you, chest appearing closer and closer to your face the more he leans, the scent of faint mint fulfilling your nostrils.

You can practically hear his heart hammering through his ribcage.

You grin.

Gently grabbing at his elbow, you put a halt to his movement.

Peering down at you, Ren fears that he’d done something wrong. Maybe he'd gotten too ahead of himself? He just wanted to help out. and—

“Not like that, Ren.” you speak with a shake of your head.

He slumps his risen arm, resting his two hands on both sides of your body.

“Can you lift me?” you softly utter, your index finger grazing the hem of their cardigan.

He jerks, mouth agape as his heavy eyes settle on your lips.

“Of course. A-anything for you.”

Bright-eyed, you pat at your thighs, signifying the way you want to be lifted. Ren nearly explodes at the look you’re giving him.

They lowers themself on one knee for an easier arrangement, yet again met with your smiling face above him.

The vision of you earlier appears before him once more. Breathtaking.

You relish in having him beneath you, so pretty and obsessive, and Ren wouldn’t have it any other way.

His low, lovestruck eyes glance down at the waistband of your shorts.

Giggling, you circle around him and place one of your legs on his shoulders. His heart nearly leaps out of his throat at the warm contact of your thighs.

You then place your other leg atop him, wiggling around his neck to secure yourself.

Their heartbeat practically blasts throughout their ears as their cheeks flush a bright pink.

Body hot to the touch, Ren’s layers of clothing don’t make him any cooler. His fingers twitch and ache as he holds you steady in place with both hands, pressing your legs even closer to his face. Your plush thighs feel all the more comfortable against his hot cheeks.

He hopes you feel how hot his face is. He hopes you understand just how much he’d do for you. He hopes you realize how much he cares. How much he loves you.

He wants to rest you on the couch, his head between your legs as he gets lost in his bottomless obsession with you.

But he can’t.

He has to wait just a little while longer.

After all, he is a patient man.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [REDACTED]!!!!!!! <3

Unreliable Narrator

A lil thing I meant to write for April Fools, but am a little late lol. Isn't that in the spirit of the day tho? >:3

(inspired by a lovely artwork from @veriitasu) mdni !! / 14 days with you / sfw / redacted belongs to @14dayswithyou

Redacted lazily strums out the simple riff on his guitar, endlessly patient as Angel squints at him, trying to learn to replicate the riff. He can’t help but admire his Angel’s face, scrunched up in the most adorable way as they lean in closer, lower lip caught between their teeth in intense concentration.

Once he finishes his demonstration, he gestures to them, gently encouraging, “One more try, Angel. Y’can do it, you’re s’close.”

Angel just groans, flopping back on their bed, “Ughhhhh I can’ttttt. How do you even-? My brain understands but my fingers won’t cooperate!!”

He chuckles before humming in agreement, mindlessly strumming at the guitar, “Mmm, yeah, I remember it bein’ like that when I was first learnin’ too. Don’t worry, it’ll get easier th’more you practice. N’ you’re already making such great progress! F’real, Angel, I’m so proud of you.”

Angel shoots a lingering glance toward them, and Redacted’s breath catches at the intensity of their Angel’s eyes, shining with newfound determination, “Alright. One last try, I got this!”

With an eager expression, Redacted silences the last vibrations of his guitar with a swift hand over the strings, instead leaning in to cheer on Angel’s next attempt.

And this time, they finally, finally get it right, the strings giving way to a melody that filled the room with an electric energy.

Redacted grins, looking on in admiration, “That’s m’Angel.” His eyes then widen with a realization, and he practically trips over himself to switch out his electric guitar for the bass guitar that was leaning on the other side of the room.

Readjusting it to their form, they mutter under their breath, more of a wish than a request, “If y’just play it one more time…” He checks to make sure his camera was recording.

After cheering a small celebration of their own, Angel does just that, replaying the melody with more confidence than before. This time, Redacted joins them, playing the accompaniment he had already learned far earlier in their study session. Their notes easily meld together, Redacted’s tune matching Angel’s perfectly, even through the slight hesitation, making it sound as though there was no better way to play it.

Redacted smiles to himself as the music hangs in the air, “See, s’like we were made for each other.”

They reach out to their Angel, running the back of their knuckles against the warmth of their cheek affectionately. That is, until Angel reaches back toward him. Redacted freezes, holding his breath as his Angel’s eyes lock onto his own for a split second. And then the world tilts, and the screen in front of him goes to static.

Frantically, Redacted reaches over to his keyboard, quickly maximizing the feed from the other cameras in Angel’s room.

But the moment is broken, and Redacted can do nothing but sit at his desk, alone. So close and yet so heartbreakingly far from his other half as they move to put their guitar away, unknowingly severing the false connection Redacted had so desperately built between them.

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been a while since i posted ren content