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Ren the type to drop you home before 10PM, [REDACTED] the type to commit vehicular manslaughter before lunch <3
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Short inspired by a fanart in the 14dwy discord server :3
mdni !! / 14 days with you / cws in tags / Ren belongs to @14dayswithyou
Angel calmly leads the man into the alleyway. He had challenged them to a fight after all, and though Ren had done his best to de-escalate the situation, the man had just turned on him instead.
Thatâs what made Angel snap.
Day in, day out, they dealt with disgruntled customers yelling at them about something or another as though Angel had personally gone out of their way to ruin this personâs life. They were used to it by now. Not happy, but desensitized, numb.
But when that man turned on Ren and started calling him vile, filthy names, mocking him for standing up for Angel, something inside them broke. Their face changed from an empty stare to widened eyes and a tight smile.
And that brought the unlikely group here. A clearly nervous Ren, his hands clenched into shaking fists and a wide-eyed, concerned look on his face. An eerily calm Angel, leading a fuming man deeper into the alley, away from witnesses, though he was too angry to realize the danger. It isnât until Angel turns around, a dead look in their eyes and their smile nowhere to be seen that he finally pauses. But it was already too late.
Angel makes eye contact with Ren, indicating for him to leave with a tilt of their head. He wants to do anything other than leave his Angel alone right now, but figures he would be more use as [Redacted], so he reluctantly leaves, mumbling something about calling for help. Angel carefully watches them leave before they refocus on the man. He was now pushing up his sleeves, posturing for a fight. Before he even gets a chance to advance, Angel reveals a pistol, aiming and pulling the trigger without even a flinch.
It takes the man a moment to react, staring for a split second before crumpling with a howl, grabbing at his leg in pain. Angel calmly cocks the gun, and aims once more, hitting his right arm this time. Rolling their eyes at the manâs screams, they unravel the scarf from around his neck and shove the end into his mouth, causing him to gag and choke on the fabric.
Without a change in expression, Angel cocks the gun one more time, regarding the man beneath them. He was openly sobbing now, though his cries were muffled by his own scarf. He writhed around, making sounds and gestures adjacent to pleas of mercy. Before he could crawl too far away, Angel pinned him with a shoe on his back.
They shake their head exasperatedly, âYou know⊠I donât care about you. I donât care about much of anyone, including myself. But you know who I do care about?â They pause before answering their own question, clearly not expecting an answer from the sniveling man, âRen. And you know what happens when you threaten the last fucking thing someone cares about when they have nothing left to lose?â
Angel chuckles, their tone devoid of humor, âAh, but I suppose itâs too late for you to do anything with that information, isnât it?â
They straighten, stepping off the man and watching as he futilely resumes his desperate crawl before ending it with a final smoking round from the gun into the back of his head. Blood splattered all across the alleyway and onto Angelâs skin, blemishing it with a dark shade of red.
âA- Angel?â
Angelâs head whips up, meeting a pair of baby blue eyes. There Ren stood, outlined in light like an angel, a hand obscuring the lower half of his face. His eyes were wide, shocked, horrified; no doubt at the scene that lay before him.
Angelâs impassive exterior melts into a look of panic, âW- Wait. No- Ren, it isnât- It was self defense I swear!â They click the safety on before tossing the gun away and opening their hands in innocence, advancing on Ren as they did so.
Inexplicably, instead of drawing back away from them, he stumbles forward, eyes flicking between Angel and the man on the ground, motionless. Angel pauses maybe ten feet away, unsure of what to say and wary of the wide-eyed look Ren still carried.
Ren mumbles between his fingers, still treading towards them, âAngel⊠I never thought⊠I didnât know you would do something like thisâŠâ
Angelâs eyes tear up at his words, âRen please, I didnât mean to, I really didnât! Please just- just donât⊠donât leave meâŠâ Their words trail off and they look down, unable to meet Renâs eyes that were always filled with such innocence.
Or at least, thatâs what they had thought. But as Renâs hand slips from his own face to cup theirs, Angel sees something entirely unexpected. He was smiling. A deranged kind of smile that they would have been wary of before, but now, they lean into his open palm, accepting him fully and practically begging with their eyes for him to do the same.
Luckily, he needed no convincing as his breaths were shaky, catching in his throat as he looked at them with the most intense eyes they had ever seen. Love-struck through and through, as though Angel was the only thing that kept the sun rising and falling. His state of mind was clear as day when he tugged them in closer, his hands trembling with excitement and his hold reigned in just enough to not inflict pain.
Ren leans down, burying his face into Angelâs neck with a helpless laugh, âOh, my Angel.â
His gaze locks on to the unmoving body behind his love, his smile growing hopeful in a sinister way as he murmurs, âIâm not going anywhere.â
"yaaay he thinks i look like an angel!! !!!! >_<"
this is so fvcking old but i FINALLY finish it >:)
Never ever ever eat raw white onion and then smoke cigarette.
FOOD
Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food
grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread
different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.
some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit
SHELTER
Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment
sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone canât steal it
Some churches offer short term residence
Find your nearest homeless shelter
Look for places that are open to the public
A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry
HYGIENE
A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.
Public libraries have bathrooms you can use
Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.
Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver
Local beaches, go for a quick swim
Some truck stops have showers you can pay for
Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet
Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket
OTHER
first aid kit
 sunscreen
 a travel alarm clock or watch
 mylar emergency blanket
 a backpack is a must
 downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards
 sleeping bag
 travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror
 swiss army knife
 can opener
Ren? When are you gonna stop being so damn cuteee AAA
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Unedited, as all of these are. The research I did for the end of this has surely gotten me on some kind of list lol. Rendacted cannot keep his accent together and that is not my fault. Ren and above image belong to @14dayswithyou
Summary: Ren does not gatekeep, but he does gaslight and girlboss
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As I check out at the reception desk I call an uber to my place, making a quick transition from the hospital to my apartment. I didnât know how Ren could access information about me, but my working theory was through my phone. As an aspiring programmer I knew just how simple it could be to hack into someoneâs phone and gain remote access. So I didnât contact anyone, worried that he might see it.
When I get to my apartment I immediately go around my room, trying to quickly pack anything I might need into a bag. My plan was to wait him out in Violetâs apartment, she almost always just stayed home and gamed all Sunday, so I would let her know about my situation and ask if I could stay for a bit. I was sure she would oblige; she was always so kind to me, and never was very fond of Ren.
So I finish gathering my essential belongings and a container of cookies I had stress baked before leaving on Friday. I power off my phone, ignoring the multitude of messages from Ren, and open my door to knock on Violetâs.
Only to run into a cardigan-clad chest. I look up to see Ren with a friendly smile on his face, âOh, hey Angel! I was going to surprise you! Here!â
He holds out a bouquet of pink roses to me, which I just stare at blankly. How had he intercepted me just as I was leaving? How did he know I had even gotten back home? Why was he wearing a backpack?
He tilts his head, âWhatâs wrong, Angel? Why do you have a bag with you, where were you going?â
I forcibly pull myself together, and give him a smile, accepting the flowers, âOh thank you, Ren, these are lovely! I was just headed to your place actually, I was going to surprise you. Good timing, I suppose, wouldâve been awkward if we were both at the other apartment, huh?â
This seems to make him happy as he giggles, âYeah, that worked out well, didnât it? Luckily you donât have to walk now, I donât want you straining your stitches!â
I laugh, âHaha, yeah, I guess I hadnât considered that. Actually, hold that thought, I was gonna visit Violet to give her these cookies really quickly. I owe her one, so would you mind waiting here while I go inside?â
He holds my arm, stopping me from knocking on her door, âDo you really have to do that right now, Angel? I can deliver them to her later, she probably isnât even home right now. Why do you owe her anyway?â
I tug my arm free, breathing a silent sigh of relief when he lets me, âOh, donât worry, Ren, Iâll only be a minute. She never leaves the house on Sundays.â
But he grabs my arm again, pulling me back, âPlease, Angel, can we just go home now? You always take forever to talk to her.â
This time, when try I pull my arm back, he doesnât let go. I do my best to keep my breathing even, knowing that this was my best chance to escape, but also knowing that he could easily overpower me any time he chose. I look at him with a confused expression, âWhatâs wrong? I wonât take long, I promise.â
He gently tugs me away from her door, âCâmon Angel, letâs just go, please? Iâve been so worried about you, I just want to make sure youâre okay.â
I hold my ground, âI told you, Iâm fine. Iâm on painkillers, Iâve been on bedrest for two days. I just need to talk to Violet for a second.â
âBut why do you need to talk to her? I thought you were just going to drop off the cookies, canât that wait? You keep avoiding me and I donât know why!â
Panicking, I decide to finally make a move while Iâm in semi-public at least, âIâm sorry! I want to break up with you!â
Renâs face falls and it looks like I just punched him in the gut, âWha- but I- Angel, how could you? You said I didnât do anything wrong, why did yâlie to me? How can I fix it if you donât tell me? Please, Angel, donât do this, we can talk it out, just- just tell me please!â He gently guides me back into my apartment and this time I donât resist.
I try to pull together my mental fortitude. I really did like him a lot, I would have even said love, but I logically knew it was too soon for that. And now this is proving why. I remind myself of what I saw, the cold expression, the blood, the eyes, steeling myself to not be swayed.
I look at him firmly, âRen, I canât date you, Iâm sorry, you didnât do anything wrong, itâs me. I just- canât.â
Ren shakes his head, tears running from his eyes, âNo, I had to have done something, I canât- you canât- this is so sudden, something had to have happened. Please Angel, just let me make it right.â
I snap, worried at his insistence, âRen! You canât. Sometimes thatâs just the way things fall. Itâs not your fault, I wish you the best, I really do, I just canât date you anymore.â
He looks hopeful, âSo- wait- can we still be friends?â
I hesitate, âI- no, I donât think that would be wise. You deserve the time and space you need to move on and find somebody else.â
Ren reaches for me, but I quickly step backwards over an armâs length away. A devastated look crosses his eyes and settles there as he falls to his knees, pleading and gasping through tears, âNo, please, I canât- thereâs no one else I want. I donât want to find anyone, if I canât have you Iâd rather die alone. Iâd do anything for you, please, let me prove it to you. Iâll give you everything I have, just say the word, I promise, Angel, please just give me another chance.â
I shake my head and back away slowly, scared and taken aback by his utter desperation. I keep an eye on him while slowly sliding my phone out of my back pocket, hoping to contact someone in case anything happens.
He catches my movements before I can even attempt to make a call and shoots forward, grabbing my wrist and pulling it away from me before taking the phone itself, âDonât! Who are yâtrying tâcall? Conan? Violet? Why would you need tâcall them?â
His immediate shift from pathetic and crying to sharp and interrogating had me yanking my hand away from him with such force that I stagger into the couch behind me, hitting my injured hip. I hiss and tears fill my eyes, the pain, fear, and betrayal overwhelming me.
Ren rushes to me, pulling me into his arms, âAngel! Youâre hurt, you canât be making sharp movements like that.â
I shake uncontrollably, feeling utterly trapped as I push back against his chest to no avail, âThen let me go!â
He tightens his grip, âYou keep running away! I have to show you, I can be everything youâll ever need, I swear.â
I struggle harder, âI donât want you too! I donât even know who you are!â
He freezes, âWhat do you mean? Iâm Ren, your boyfriend.â
I let out a sob, âWe both know thatâs not true; I saw you! I know it was you that night Ren, you just murdered someone in cold blood! How would I know what else youâre capable of?â
He holds me tighter, âAngel, I donât know what youâre talking about, but you need to stop struggling, youâre going to hurt yourself.â
I wrench myself away from him, but I can tell I only succeed because he lets me, âNo, you need to let me go.â
He looks betrayed, âI already did!â
I shake my head, moving to the other side of the room. He follows me, but at least stays just out of reach. I protest, âNo, not just physically, this obsession, itâs not healthy. You need to leave me. Like I said, find somebody else.â
His eyes flash, âLike I said, I donât want anyone else.â
I snap, âWell youâre going to need to, because Iâm not dating someone I donât know! Iâm not staying with a murderer!â
He gestures for me to calm down, which automatically enrages me, but I stay quiet as he speaks, âAngel, you went through something extremely traumatic, I know everythingâs muddled right now, but I can help you. Iâm not trying to hurt you, Iâm not the one who attacked you, Iâm just Ren .â
I straighten my stance, no longer cowering, âYouâre not the one who attacked me, youâre the one who killed the attacker like it was your average Tuesday night! And you specifically went out of your way to hide it was you, so you canât just act dumb, it was intentional and planned!â
A thought comes to mind and I speak slowly, not believing it at first, âDid you- did you hire that man? What were you going to do with me? Were you just going to show off, but went too far or were you actually working with him and whatever disgusting plan he had?â
Ren looks disgusted and horrified at the suggestion, âAngel, can you even hear yourself? Thatâs crazy! Why would I hire someone to hurt you? And if I had, why would I have killed him? That doesnât make any sense! Your mind is playing tricks on you, trying to make sense of what happened.â His voice softens and he looks at me sympathetically, âBecause it shouldnât have happened, there is no excuse for those menâs behavior, and you never should have been targeted.â
I squint, âWhat do you mean, âmenâ? There was only one man that targeted me.â
Renâs face is full of saccharine sorrow as he says, âSee Angel, youâre already twisting what happened, there were two men that night, one killed the other, remember? Thatâs what it said on the news.â
I lower my head, looking at him skeptically, âYeah, only one of them targeted me. The other seemed concerned for my safety, six foot five with pink hair and a ring on his left ring finger. So who else was âtargetingâ me? And how do you know about it?â
Ren attempts to put a comforting hand on my shoulder, but I smack his hand away, rather harder than necessary, but he kinda deserved it, âDonât touch me.â
He raises his hands, âSorry, I- I just misspoke I guess, I assumed they were both targeting you from the sound of things.â
I huff, âI donât believe you. And since when could you speak Japanese?â
He throws his hands in the air, âI canât! See, I donât even know Japanese, how could I be the killer?â
I look him dead in the eye, âWhat would Japanese have to do with the killer?â
He sputters, âW- W- What do you mean? You just said-!â
I glare, âI never said the killer spoke Japanese, nor did I tell the ambulance workers or police. Only the people who were there knew.â
I see his eyes widen and a fond smile flit across his face before itâs replaced by confusion again, âBut- thatâs obviously what you were implying! I donât have any secret insider knowledge, Angel, I think youâre just paranoid.â
I am immediately brought back to the alleyway, with the drunken man staggering toward me, âIâm not gonna hurt ya, stop being so paranoid.â
I grasp around for any sort of weapon, settling on the fire poker right behind me and leveling it at Ren, âThatâs exactly what he said. You know what the next thing he did was?â
Ren backs a step away, âAngel, Iâm not going to hurt you, I donât have a knife.â
I start laughing, tears streaming down my face and no mirth in my voice, âHistory really does repeat itself, huh?â My voice drops to an emphatic hiss, âIâm not going to let that happen this time.â
Ren backs further away and sits down with his hands open and facing me cursing, âShit Angel, mâreally sorry, I didnât mean- fuck I keep choosing mâwords poorly, Iâm sorry, I really am. I- Iâm not like the guy that attacked you at all. I swear. YouâreâŠ. youâre right, I was the guy that killed him, but I didnât know what else to do, I had to protect you, you donât understand!â
I keep the poker directed at him, âI appreciate the truth, but Iâd like some more of it. Because what you didnât have to do was be there, dressed all in black like a creeper and with a whole fucking sledgehammer. Thatâs the part I donât understand.â
His eyes dart around as he thinks before speaking, âI was⊠I followed you, Iâm sorry, I didnât trust Teo to keep track of you and make sure you were safe. Youâre not used to bars, someone could have spiked your drink, and they did! There were three of them, clearly used to this routine. One of them distracted you while the other spiked your drink, and the third one waited outside for you. Thatâs why I was late, I had tâdeal with the other guys first, âcause they were gonna bring a car around.â
My head spins from this new information, âWait- what? What do you mean, âdeal withâ? There were three- I was drugged?! No I wasnât.â I think back to the night but donât remember any such ill effects.
Ren shakes his head, âNo, you werenât, because I switched your drinks when he wasnât looking, the fu-, I mean, the guy drugged himself. I just had to make sure the other one couldnât drive the car.â
I chew on my lip nervously, âAnd how did you do that?â
He mirrors my action, probably subconsciously, âTh- the point is that Iâd never hurt you, Angel. Please believe me.â
I shake my head, âAs much as Iâd like to believe you Ren, if thatâs even your real name, I canât risk it, thereâs too many things about you that donât add up.â
Ren leans forward earnestly, âAngel-â
I hiss, âShut up! Iâm done listening to you, get out of my house! You said youâd do anything for me, so leave!â I level the poker at him again.
He shakes his head and stands, genuine pain in his voice as he says, âIâm sorry, Angel, thatâs the one thing I canât do. I canât live without you, not again, not after I finally got you back.â
My hands shake, âStay away from me!â
Ren only moves closer to me, each step deliberate and calculated, but I can hear the desperation and helplessness in his voice when he responds, âI canât.â
Heâs so close now that the poker is resting on his chest, right above his heart. I try to keep my hand steady, but as my eyes flit between his eyes and his chest, I realize I wouldnât be able to actually stab him. He seems to realize this too, or maybe he just doesnât care as he continues to step forward.
My voice shakes, considerably quieter this time, âStop Ren, or I swear to god Iâll drive this right through your heart.â
That look. That damn look. His eyes are full of adoration as he continues toward me, my hands now pushed back to my own chest, âNo, you wonât.â
My eyes fill with tears as he backs me into a corner. When I see blood stain his cardigan, I immediately drop the poker, instead dashing to the side, hoping to make it to my door. But I never even make it close as Ren easily intercepts me, pulling my back flush against his chest as his arms restrain mine.
He murmurs apologies in my ear as he keeps me from moving with just one arm and grabs something from his bag with another. To my horror, he puts a mask over my nose and mouth, the same used to deliver nitrous oxide during surgery. But Iâd had laughing gas before, and that was not whatever sweet-smelling gas was flowing through this. I try to question him, fighting twice as hard to free my face, but there was nowhere to go.
I vaguely hear his broken voice as I rapidly lose consciousness, âIâm so sorry Angel, I didnât want it to be this way. Itâs sevoflurane and nitrous oxide, itâs the safest option I could find, Iâm sorry. I promise youâll be okay, Iâd never hurt youâŠâ