Someone Hit Me With Their Car And I Got Isekai'd To A World That's Really Similar To My Old One Except

rawr

i love short haired ren 😭😭😭

Rendacted my beloved :))

We are a very very dumb, stupid people

HAPPY BIRTHDAY REN^_^ !

this was such a last minute piece ahdksjdksj

when you are washing clothes but you put a sock with the wrong batch of colors

doing things to them but like in a scientific way im researching and taking data but also having fun

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.

yoohoo!!! @nabi004 and @mialuna4 and that one anon!!! sick angel request!!! many thanks for the love <3

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~A Sick Angel~

“Can you please—”

“No.”

The past few minutes had been like talking to a brick wall. [REDACTED] hadn't let you move an inch from the bed since you’d woken up in an agonizing daze.

Sure, you felt like complete shit, maybe a little on the side of a fever. And the moment you sat up you wanted to scream. But it was manageable. If you tried, you'd be able to make it through a day at the library. 

Blue eyes quickly narrowed, as if they knew exactly what you were thinking. It was frustrating how stubborn they could be when he wanted to.

You attempted to frown at your companion. Nothing really changed about your haggard expression—thanks to your face and entire body feeling like dead weight—but your tone worked well enough. “I need to go to work today.”

“Not happening,” he insisted as he reached up to your forehead.

You closed your eyes for just a second. His cold palm against your brow was too heavenly to ignore. “I don't want to let Elanor down. Today's really important for her,” you croaked.

They didn't bother to hide the momentary disgust in their tone at the mention of your coworker. “She wouldn't want y’working either, Angel.” As if to prove his point, they tapped away on your phone. He'd been holding it hostage behind his back. 

Only a minute later, it dinged with a response and he finally held it out to you. Elanor had sent a polite and elaborate text as always. You read through it while he continued to run both of their cold hands over your heated face like two makeshift ice packs.

Good morning, [REDACTED]. At least I assume so from how brief that message was? Thank you for letting me know Y/N is ill! I'm sure they must be worried about missing today's event but we can handle it just fine! And I’m happy to take some pictures for them! Please take good care of them and give my well wishes. Regards, Elanor.

You raised an eyebrow and scrolled back up to the paltry message he'd sent her.

sick no work

Somehow, it was probably the nicest thing they'd ever managed to send any of your friends. You looked back up at him with what was meant to be a pout. “Okay then.”

With instant trust in your word, he stood up to leave the room. He soon returned with his arms full. A cold compress, medicine, some drinks, and anything else they thought you might need. You lightly rolled your neck and resigned to your fate as a patient when he sat next to you. The medicine and drink he offered were swallowed without fuss on your part, then you laid down. The throbbing pain already seemed to calm as you did.

The compress stayed at his side instead of being placed on your forehead like you thought. You felt their hand on your cheek yet again, a more noticeable chill to his rough skin this time.

“Just in case it feels too cold f’you,” he explained before you even asked.

It felt perfect, so you didn't mind at all. You practically purred in relief at the gentle circles they rubbed. You tiredly looked up to him as you complained, if only to tease them, “I'm a little disappointed you didn't bring out the nurse outfit.”

“‘Course you are.” His eyes lit up with mischief, a knowing smile cut across his lips to match your playful one. “I'll make it up t’you when y'feel better, yeah?” Their thumb slowly traced back and forth from one corner of your mouth to the other.

“Germs, you weirdo,” you reminded him. Though you didn't bother to shake off his hand, weak as you were. “You’ll get sick.”

“Y’worried about me, love? Cute. But I promise ‘M not gonna catch whatever you have that easy.” They leaned down to kiss your flushed temple, eventually settling propped up on one arm to lay as close as possible beside you. Faintly warm breath tickled the top of your head until you drifted back to sleep under their watchful gaze.

I just love how you're like "Rendacted is NASTY", "he is once again being nasty on main". Just like bruh not even your creator is trying to defend you 🤣😭😭

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Ren the type to drop you home before 10PM, [REDACTED] the type to commit vehicular manslaughter before lunch <3