As I Was Lounging About, I Had This Idea, What If Angel Was Buff, Super Into Fitness And Manhandled Ren

As I was lounging about, I had this idea, what if Angel was buff, super into fitness and manhandled Ren thus giving me a little story inspo~

Ren/dacted x [Fitness Freak/ Gym Rat ] GN-Angel

(Ren Fluff) (proofread)

Word count-1278

Its sfw

(The characters belong to @14dayswithyou )

Short summary- It’s a Ren/dacted fluff. Angel is a fitness freak and doesn’t like Ren eating unhealthy food. So they punish Ren by making him drink their special breakfast smoothie

(Also I’ve made Angel a ‘Brawns over Brains’ type of character, and comically exaggerated their strength)

TW-Mentions of Calories, weight

Anything For You, My love

‘Slink…grab’ ‘Slink….grab’

The fluorescent pink yoyo bounced and wound back into Ren’s grasp, as he laid on his back lazily, long legs half dangling down the edge of the bed. His baby blue eyes burned holes on his bedroom door as he wearily stared at his handiwork. The new hinges securing the door looked stronger than the last. But he couldn’t be sure, so he had also stacked a chair against the door for extra measure.

‘Any minute now’,he thought. As if on cue a pair of heavy footsteps thudded on the hardwood floor, as they approached his room. An almost nervous smile broke onto his face as he waited, face scrunched up with anticipation at the complete uncertainty of the situation. His posture straightened and he sat cross-legged on the bed, watching, waiting like a big curious cat.

Knock Knock Knock

A loud rap at his door made his lips quirk up as he answered, “What’s the matter Angel?” He said in a feigned innocent voice.

“You know what! Now open up”, the low voice demanded.

“And what if I don’t?” Ren teased, enjoying it a tad more than necessary. A hint of a smirk lighting up his features.

“Then you leave me no choice RenRen”, they sighed mockingly as they cracked their knuckles.“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you okay hon?”

‘Huh…no way…not again. They wouldn’t dare’ Ren thought as he peacefully closed his eyes and relaxed into the body-pillow covered with his Angel’s large hoodie. ‘They’re bluffing right…right?!” He opened one eye, a little nervous at the ominous silence in the hallway.

But the silence didn’t last long as a loud BAM followed by a CRASH almost made Ren jump out of his bed. The keyword being almost. The door to his room flew off of its hinges, as he stared stoically at the chair sprawled on the floor of his bedroom. His Angel stood over the remnants of the door with a self-satisfied smirk on their face. Smug little devil

“I can’t believe you actually did it Angel’, he murmured laughing beside himself, God how could he not adore such a crazy cinnamon roll?!

“And I can’t believe you snuck in an entire box of Ramen, when I threw away your last stash just yesterday. I swear if I didn’t love you, I would've…”, Angel trailed off and pinched the bridge of their nose in exasperation. Acting all patronizing as if they didn’t just forcefully enter a room by breaking through a door.

Ren’s eyes lit up half in amusement and half in excitement as he practically leapt out of his bed and wrapped a big arm around Angel’s waist.

Bending down he whispered, his lips almost touching the shell of Angel’s ear teasingly, “Complete the sentence my Angel. You would’ve what? Punished me?” He leaned back only to throw a maddening smirk towards them purposely riling his little firecracker.

They let out a bark of laughter as they simply stared at the pink-haired man, peeved at his baiting, “You would like that wouldn’t you? No but I’ve planned something much much better darling” They smiled condescendingly as they wrapped their arms around his waist, circling him in their embrace like a trap.

“Do you have any idea how unhealthy that is…you practically inhale that trash like it’s some godsend treat. And DO NOT get me started on those damned energy drinks”, Angel rambled, speaking absentmindedly about calories and whatnot, huffily.

What Angel didn’t know was that he was enjoying every little second of this conversation. His heart thudded wildly at the simple intimacy of their actions. ‘My Angel worries about me’ he mused.

To say Ren was whipped would be the understatement of the century. No, he was devoted to his Angel.

‘Aha! Gotchu!’ Angel smiled inwardly sensing Ren’s distraction.They didn’t miss a beat as they swiped a foot under Ren’s feet and knocked him off balance carrying that bulking man on their shoulders, in a fireman’s carry, as if he weighed nothing.

“Ah!” He let out a surprised yelp, but then let his Angel manhandle him, fondly surrendering to their wild antics. He mumbled half to himself, “Sometimes I can’t believe how such a small thing can pack so much strength”, his body shook with laughter as he swatted Angel’s bum playfully.

“Oi hands to yourself mister…right now you are nothing but a sack of potatoes”, Angel ordered as they carried the man towards the kitchen.

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow, a smile dancing on his lips in amusement, “But I’m your sack of potatoes right Angel?”

Angel groaned rolling their eyes at Ren, but a small grin crept on their face. They too enjoyed these little moments between them, but they wouldn’t admit it to Ren’s face. The man was already so full of himself.

“I’m not answering that. And who are you calling small? Sure I’m a little shorter than you, but I’ve got a sleeper’s build. Annnnd I lift double your weight”, Angel huffed.

With a flourish they dropped Ren on one of the chairs lining the dining table. And went to grab whatever that they had left on the kitchen counter.

“So what is this much better-than-punishment-thingy you have prepared for me, my Angel?” Ren asked, swinging his legs like a child as he stared at his Angel, filling two mugs with a pitcher, emptying the entire contents.

Wearily his eyes scanned his kitchen, studying the crime scene. Broccoli, chicken breast, spinach, oranges, asparagus,kiwi, honey and eggs lay haphazardly strewn across the marble countertops. He stiffened, already knowing what his Angel was up to.

“Here” Angel smiled innocently as they slid the mug full of what looked like sludge—there was no better way to put it—towards him and clinked their mug with his as they winked cheekily,“Cheers RenRen”

Ren almost balked as Angel downed the whole thing in one long gulp. “Angel…what is it?” He asked reluctantly

“My breakfast smoothie duh…I made the recipe myself…here take a look” they said excitedly as they slid the piece of paper across the table towards him.

Ren flinched inwardly as he read the ingredients, surely enough his suspicions were spot on. His Angel had poured all the ingredients on the counter into a blender and made this poison smoothie.

“Darling, this recipe should be censored destroyed pronto, we don’t want people stealing this abomination treasure” Ren chuckled nervously scratching the back of his neck as he stared at the mug with apprehension.

“That so?”, Angel smiled knowingly, as they leaned back folding their arms across their chest. “Then taste it and tell me how you like it” they challenged, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Ta-taste it Angel? Why, I wanna preserve it like the treasure it is. Pass it down to our children like an heirloom”, he said slowly inching the mug away from him.

Angel maintained a stoic expression, resisting the urge to burst into laughter at their RenRen’s cuteness.

They leaned forward, propping their chin on their hands as an idea formed into their mind. Angel pouted, jutting their bottom lip out as they stared at Ren with puppy dog eyes, “You won’t have it? But I made it especially for you. It’s so healthy. Pretty please?” They mumbled and put on a convincing show, batting their eyelashes and all.

Angel almost broke the façade ready to tease Ren, when he leaned ahead, grabbed the mug and downed the smoothie in one go, startling Angel. They couldn’t believe that Ren actually drank it. They were only teasing him, but he really did it.

As Angel regarded Ren with wonder, tilting their head to the side, the pink haired man simply beamed at them and whispered, “Anything for you my love”

Headcanon…let’s go~

YANDERE male celebrity x GN Manager Reader

[TW- mentions of stalking]

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Acts like a brat around everyone but you. His makeup crew and stylists have a hard time getting him to behave. But when you are around he switches the act and is pretty docile.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Needs you with him all the time, on set when he is shooting, when he is touring, when he is modeling. He doesn’t care for your schedule or work hours, he wants you like an emotional support pet human. Going as far as refusing to shoot if you don’t accompany him.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Calls you in the middle of the night crying because he thinks he is being stalked. Himself puts threatening letters around his house and asks you to stay over because he is afraid the stalker might break in.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Clings closer to you when swarms of his fans approach him, saying that he is scared. He just needs an excuse to thread his fingers with yours.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Lavishes you with expensive clothes and accessories that is sent to him by luxury brands, he loves loves loves dressing you up. He sometimes secretly sends you the unwashed items that he wore during shoots. The idea of you wearing something of his thrills him beyond words.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Gifted you a penthouse in his apartment building on your birthday, because he wants you to assist him whenever he wants. He is a top artist, now you wouldn’t want to make such an important person wait do you? .You don’t need to know about the multiple well hidden cameras around the expanse of your penthouse. Afterall how would he take care of your safety? Or watch you sleep

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Keeps tabs on your dating life, and crashes EVERY SINGLE DATE YOU’RE on. So you had to go to others for attention? Wasn’t his love enough for you? Fine if you craved the attention so much, you wouldn’t mind handling multiple press releases the next day. He smiles with a mean satisfaction when his fans hover and scream around you and your date. This will teach you a lesson to never leave his side.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Is very popular and always surrounded by admirers. But his eyes are always trained on you gauging your reactions whenever he is asked out. Are you jealous? Do you feel the same way as him? Is he on your mind like you are on his? Because you occupy his every single thought. The thought of you leaving his side even for a moment, makes his insides clench Maybe he should just tie you up

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Always wears light clothes, so he has an excuse to ask for your coat/sweater. You are annoyed because he never returns them. And if you ask him to return it, he simply buys you new clothes. Afterall he needs your clothes to hang beside his in his gigantic walk-in closet, he loves the idea that someday you will share every aspect of his life. And until he gets to hug you to sleep, he is content with cuddling with your clothes for the time being. Your scent placates him.

BONUS- YANDERE CELEBRITY! When he was playing a cop for a movie, he “accidentally” handcuffed himself with you for an entire day. Obviously he hid every key beforehand he is not a novice. So what if the shoot had to cancel? He had a ball staring at your pretty face all day. Especially when you fed him (he had purposely handcuffed his dominant hand)

“The realization slowly seeps in, that no matter how hard we try, it’s always the flaws that they pay heed to. Somehow you can’t explain your feelings verbally, and somehow they don’t ever try to see past you.

Cause even after all the efforts to put it out, the heart still cowers and stays hidden within—Heavy with all the unsaid guilts, and a love unreached.”

Silent Confessions

[CW- themes of self hate, cursing/swearing, it’s sfw but mildly suggestive] Boyfriend Whitney x GN PC

His eyes opened by a fraction, blue orbs adjusting to the street light filtering in through the window in the small, stuffy room. He blinked rapidly, as if only now remembering how he ended up here. Whitney gently shifted in the small creaky bed, the worse for wear sheets covering your half naked body rode down with his movements.

You whined a little, flailing your arms around in an attempt to pull the boy closer, further entangling your limbs, under the sheets.

“Stop moving” you mumbled nosing along the crook of his neck. The sound of his steady pulse against your face gave you a sense of security, and a feeling of familiarity. A feeling that you were growing dangerously attached to, “l’m cold” you managed to whisper. Even half asleep you could practically see, no, feel him roll his eyes.

“You’re getting way too comfortable with me, aren’t you little one… ordering me around now, huh?” he murmured as he shifted in the cramped space, easily scooping you up and placing you atop him, as he pulled the old blanket over both of your forms. Despite his rough tone, his hands were gentle, like always. His chin came to rest on your head, strong arms holding your waist like a lifeline, and you found yourself unconsciously matching your breathing with his, secretly loving the way both of your chests touched when they rose and fell in tandem.

A beat of silence passed. Both of you said nothing, just listened to the sound of your combined breathing dancing in the dark. Whitney rubbed soothing circles on your back, slender fingers inching down to find the words written in black permanent marker near your left hip.

A small frown creased his forehead. His blue eyes caught the words emblazoned on your skin, reflected into the mirror of the dilapidated armoire. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he kept staring at the reflection transfixed.

He saw the way your legs wrapped around his waist, how your head rested on his chest, and those damned words that he himself wrote, sat there on your body, mocking him.It was all too intimate, and suddenly he regretted letting his guard down. Regretted letting you drag him to this dump of a place.

It was somewhere he had sworn not to enter. He had been here with his lackeys before. But he never stayed long. Those fleeting glimpses into your life were enough to sate his curiosity. Of this weird fixation he held about you. He hated that he was almost obsessed about knowing what you did after school, where you lived, whom you hung out with.

But when you finally humored his stupid request and took him to your crusty old orphanage, that small shy smile you wore when you showed him your bedroom, tore at his heart in a way that he simply couldn’t comprehend. He felt nauseated at the idea of defiling you in a place you felt safe in. Promising to himself that he will not ruin this little haven that you called home.

Yet here he was bathing in the after effects of his selfish decisions. No he wasn’t selfish. He was downright greedy. Eagerly taking everything that you so naively offered. That’s how your relationship had always been. Him taking incessantly and you giving immeasurably.

He heaved out a shuddering breath, willing his eyes to move from the reflection. He looked around the small quarters in a desperate attempt to divert his thoughts away from the dangerous chasm that they were leading him to.

You will never be enough for them

He clenched his eyes shut trying to drown out the annoying voice.

They are too kind for a pathetic human like you. You will simply drag them down.

“Shut.Up” he ground out, his grip tightening unconsciously around you. You winced in your sleep and Whitney blanched. He instantly loosened his grip and pressed a soft kiss to your hair as a silent apology.

He could hear the birds chirrup in the distance. Cold air found its way through a draft in the window to tickle his skin. The dawn was approaching. He gently rolled over and placed you in the centre of the bed, carefully tucking you in as he slipped out of the covers silently.

Despite his solemn mood, a small smile crept up his face at the beautifully disheveled state you presented. Hair all mussed up, lips swollen legs sticking out from underneath his white shirt that covered your chest. Unable to stop himself he leaned down and caught your lips in a soft kiss, tasting those feathery dreams that he dared not see with open eyes.

He roved a hand though his blond hair, moving the fringe aside to get a good look at your face.

“So trusting. Letting your guard down around me” he laughed bitterly. Unbidden his eyes flitted to the words on your left hip and he looked away quickly before he started thinking too deeply about it.

It was an impulse. Yes. That’s exactly what it was. You both were intoxicated and he was so lost in the way you pleasured him, that he simply didn’t think before he wrote.

He stood to his full height and walked towards the door of the small room. He better slip out before that shady bitch Bailey found him.

Hovering a little by the door, he hesitated before stalking to your desk and grabbing a sheet of paper. “Screw it” he whispered taking a pen and quickly scribbling a note before he could talk himself out of it.

“You can keep the shirt. It looks better on you ;)”

He folded the small note and placed it beside your head, proudly sauntering outside your room shirtless. He didn’t look back, as he left you slumbering. Leaving nothing but his shirt and the words behind that he was too afraid to say to you.

And surely, you were in for a surprise when you would wake up and see “I love you” resting on your hip in his messy penmanship instead of the usual “Whitney’s toy”

"Autumnal Eternal"

"Walking down the pavement old,

more often I mused of the smile you wore.

Of the myriad of emotions you hid untold;

like a lost poem, imprinted on your soul.

Its words a fine day, I wish could learn;

For its forgotton rhyme had a beauty and yearn.

To burn on my memory and reflect on the heart;

like a folded away letter, from a lover miles apart.

The way your hand brushed 'gainst mine;

like a feather-kissed touch of the fleeting time.

The wind took me as our fingers entwined,

to a land of memories that outlasted time.

Yet here again on the pavement old;

I think of our story that was left untold.

Of the warm days and fall and cold,

and of the words I still retold.

I loved you then and I love you more;

For I left my heart to rest with you,

To beat with yours forevermore."

"Hour glass"

"Stranded in the hour glass; 'Neath the slipping sand. I trudged along the wicked trails, searching for your hand. Then spotted a silhouette far away, and rushed to it with hope; The fate in guise mocked me, and pushed me down the slope"