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When Ruby fails to show up for class, Weiss is left without a partner for an important project. She is not happy and her anger only grows when Ruby returns, unsteady and distant. It’s the only time Weiss has ever seen Ruby this upset and she has no idea what is wrong, nor how to fix it.

White Rose - set between volume’s two and three.

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Hey…just…testing the waters. Hopefully it doesn’t suck lol. 

DEEP BREATHS EVERYONE THIS IS MY REQ !!!!!!!

duckie have i told you how much i love your writing … no? WELL ! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH.

the “who did this to you?!” trope is forever my fave, and having it written out in your style + renjun has me absolutely floored !!!!

"I will always find you, Yn. You know that no matter what, they can't tear us apart, right?" — THIS !! this line had me glowing. please . i was so in love with renjun before this and i think it just got even worse after this fic…

can i teach you guys a tagalog word ?? it’s pogi, and i wanted to say that because that’s EXACTLY what renjun is in this fic. renjun pogi. (it literally just means he’s handsome but it hits different in tagalog ok!)

ok i think i went overboard with this reaction ,,, but it’s ok! this is by far my favorite sungbeam work in the world .

okay goodnight, everyone give a read to this beautiful piece & take a look at duckie’s masterlist as well! she’s quite literally the most awesome writer out there >w<

DUCKIE !! I ZOOMED WHEN I SAW YOUR REQS ARE OPEN !! i am so in love with your works i stopped my 3 am crying sesh for this ( kinda tmi but that’s ok … ! )

anyway! i’d like some … badboy!huang renjun + “who did this to you?!” trope wherein reader is a mess from some mean bullies at school for dating the popular huang renjun >:( + hurt/comfort !

i know the prompt isn’t in your prompt list and you can totally ignore me if you don’t take anything from your prompt lists :__D

I WISH YOU’RE DOING WELL DUCKIE !!! I LOFE U SO MUCH !! ><

𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁

bad boy!bf!huang renjun x gn!reader

1.2k words, hurt/comfort, tw: mention of bullying, wounds

a/n: ahhh hi niki !!! tysm for ur request, i hope ur doing okay and that mayhaps this will comfort u a little bit :( <3 I LOFE U TOO HEHE

You hissed, nose wrinkled and eyes squinted in pain as the rubbing alcohol seeped into the open wound. It was an angry red gash slashed into the meat of your cheek, running from cheekbone to jaw line. But it was the worst out of the physical evidence, and to be completely honest, the most damage was to your emotional stability. If you even had any left after this. 

Gingerly, you pressed the pads of your fingers against the opening, wincing again at the sting it provided. It kept you awake; after all that happened this afternoon, you wanted to fall asleep on your bed and never wake up.

Unbeknownst to you, your phone had been blowing up for the past thirty minutes with your friends and your boyfriend spamming you with worried calls and texts. Every memory of what you were supposed to do today had flown out the window as soon as the innate fear settled in when you'd stepped into that classroom and heard the door lock behind you. 

Everything had been a blur after that—

Your eyes shuddered at the memory and your breath was shaky. 

You dropped another bloody cotton pad into the sink, opting to deal with the mess later. Otherwise, you canvassed your form in the mirror: flushed and scarred cheek, hair yanked from its roots until your skull pounded, scratches on your arms to match the bruises on your knees. You braced your hands on the sink and stared at yourself in the eyes, lip trembling, willing yourself to stand up to someone—even to yourself. To be enough for someone, anyone. 

A bang! shook the entire house as the front door slammed shut downstairs. "Yn? Ynie! Are you here, sweetheart?"

Panic. 

Heart leaping into your throat—you were trying to breathe and crush your quaking hands into submission. You slammed your body against the bathroom door, fingers swiftly clicking the lock into place. 

You could do this. You could get away with this. Right?

Footsteps could be heard approaching your room from the stairwell, before entering the bedroom and spotting the closed bathroom door. A small sigh from the other side. "Yn-ah, you gave us a big scare. Are you okay?"

You backed away from the door slowly, hands cupped around your mouth to control your breathing. Why were you suddenly afraid? Huang Renjun would not dare touch a hair on your head, but still, you feared what might happen if he saw your current state. 

There was a reason why the girls at school fawned over him. They had fallen for the idea of his "bad boy" aesthetic, the motorcycles and leather jackets and smirks. You were lucky—yeah, you were lucky. 

"Y-yeah," you stammered, finally. "I'm… I'm okay."

"Do you need ibuprofen? A heat pad or hot tea maybe?" 

You lowered yourself onto the ledge of the bathtub. "No, no. I'm okay, thank you." You swallowed. "I'm, uhm, I'm sorry that I didn't let you guys know where I—" Oh god, you couldn't do this. You felt like keeling over. Did you even deserve him? "—I was."

A small thump. Renjun leaned his ear against the door. "Sweetheart, are you sure you're okay?" A try at the doorknob, the silver rattled but didn't budge. "I—"

"No," you forced from your lips, perhaps too firmly. 

Quiet. 

"Just… just…" Your voice fizzled out until you were sure your throat was closing up on you. "Jun, I—I can't…" A tear slipped into the scratch on your cheek and you almost whimpered at how badly it hurt. 

"Yn," he murmured softly, "please let me in." 

"You're gonna be mad—"

"I couldn't be mad; not at you." Renjun's mind raced with the possibilities, and unfortunately, they were endless. "Sweetie, please. Let me help you, okay?"

It was a few moments later that the door finally cracked open a sliver, and Renjun pushed himself off of it. He didn't know what he had braced himself for, but the image of your scarred cheek and watery eyes filled with fear was worse than he could've ever cooked up in his imagination. 

He let you open the door for him, before stepping forward, carefully and slowly. He cupped your face in his hands, thumb ghosting over the red. There was a sort of crimson colored rage bubbling in his blood and gushing through his veins, the kind of adrenaline that made him want to blame someone. 

"Who did this to you?" Sliced through the silence that had you holding your breath. 

"It's not important," you said, so quietly he barely heard you. 

He shook his head. "Of course, it's important—"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Renjun snapped out of that crimson-tinted lens and focused on the present—you, who was more important than whoever had done this to you. He would deal with that later once he'd made sure you were properly taken care of. 

"That's okay," he whispered. "What can I do to help you, hm? Want me to clean you up?"

You nodded, bottom lip trembling so bad. "Just—just want you." 

Renjun's heart palpitated in his chest and he cupped the back of your head to press you against his chest. "Oh, baby," he cooed softly, delicately. "I love you so much, my love. You've been so strong, hm." 

He slowly rocked you in his hold like a soothing slow dance. You clung so tightly to him, fists clenching the fabric of his jacket as your body shook with quiet sobs. 

He just wanted to make you feel safe again; your bullies be damned. 

Renjun helped you to sit on the ledge of your counter while he stood between your legs to patch you up. Once the scratches and bruises were dealt with, he gently pulled your hair out of its braid and combed a hand through the locks. His touch was always delicate, always thoughtful. 

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you later when he had tucked you under the covers of your bed with him. Your legs were tangled together beneath the blanket, one of his arms draped around your waist and the other holding your hand. 

You made a small noise of acknowledgement. Your good cheek was smooshed against his chest, nose inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne. "Mm… I love you, too, Jun. Thank you."

He smiled. "For what?"

"For coming to find me," you mumbled. 

Your eyes were closed now and he suspected you were on the cusp of sleep. He smoothed a hand over your hair. "I will always find you, Yn. You know that no matter what, they can't tear us apart, right?" 

You hummed. "Do you ever feel like what they say is true though?" Your mind was a little loopy from drowsiness, but you felt him tense. 

Renjun sighed above you. "Honestly? Sometimes. But only because I wonder how someone as incredible as you would ever lower your standards—"

"I would never lower my standards, Huang Renjun," you cut in, then smiled up at him, shifting. "You managed to pass the bar."

He grinned down at you, leaning down to kiss your lips. "Mm, is that so?"

"Only by a little though."

He laughed at this. "Maybe they're right. We're not perfect, but we can be perfect for each other." He tapped the tip of your nose, cringing. "That was the corniest thing I have ever said."

You giggled, and the sound made butterflies arouse in his stomach. He hoped he could always make you sound like that. "As long as you don't get cornier."

"Then what? I go back under the bar?"

"Yeah." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "But don't worry; you have a bit of leeway."

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#.TXT AS PEOPLE AT SCHOOL.!!

#.genre:: highschool!au

#.warnings:: none.

#.author's notes:: queued.

#.yeonjun.!!

the “it” boy at school, no one can deny that. leads the dance club, being the main reason why they get 1st place at dance competitions. girls want him but he’s not focused on that, probably thinks they only talk to him because they are interested in his band because yes, yeonjun is in a band. cares a lot about his grades and often helps other students with homework and such. he’s the hallway crush of so many people. the type to joke around with his friends in the hallways and lean against the lockers like a real jock. although he is said to be the most handsome guy at school, he’s known for being super loyal to his friends and nice to everyone he meets.

#.soobin.!!

the principal probably called him to his office one day to compliment his determination in getting good grades. has a cartoon lunchbox and was made fun for it until anime started to get more popular. wears his glasses all the time and they always get so dirty that he has a handkerchief in his pocket to clean them with. stays at the library a lot and the old woman at the desk loves him because he always puts the books back on their shelves silently. probably bumps a lot into other people and has to constantly pick up his papers from the floor because he often forgets his binder or notebooks at home. rumor was that the cheerleading captain used to have a crush on him.

#.beomgyu.!!

he’s the guy everyone has a love-hate relationship with. probably the one to start random food fights every three months or so. people call him weird because he used to have an emo phase during his second year of highschool. someone made a shrine for him in one of the empty lockers because he showed up one day with a black hairband and longer hair after a holiday. he’s the kid who jokes around in hope to get attention because he feels misunderstood and unloved by his entourage. he played the electric guitar in his free time until yeonjun found out and invited him to join his band. now, he seems much happier than before with his new close friend group and he gets less in trouble.

#.taehyun.!!

he arrives super late at school every day but manages to arrive on time in class because he skates through the hallways, which he gets scolded occasionally for. usually in the middle row because he has bad eyesight but doesn’t want to get caught sleeping. he does actually care for his grades but spends a lot of time exploring the city at night so he’s always tired and thus, even more quiet. came back after summer break with freshly dyed hair and was ranked second on the “pretty boys” list. more appreciated than he thinks he is and was surprised when people defended him after he got falsely accused of cheating on an exam. a meme of his shocked face went around school when the physics teacher put a table on fire.

#.huening kai.!!

he’s just never alone, always accompanied by one of his friends. people envy his friendship because his friends wait for him after class and offer him their lunch desserts. makes a lot of bad jokes and is just generally awkward but he’s just so loveable that it’s cute. was probably the new student but was immediately “adopted” by the popular (nice) guys at school. throws little notes around class and gets caught at least three times a week but the notes are all little doodles, dad jokes or “which page are we on???”, so the teachers let him get away with it. people started coming earlier to school just because he hosted the morning announcements for a few months.

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Airplane Mode || Table of Contents || jhs

           Track List (Chapters)

Track 01 | Track 02 | Track 03 | Track 04 | Track 05 | Track 06 | Track 07 | Track 08 | Track 09 | Track 10 | Track 11 |

Inspired by Love at First Touch by @bagelswrites​

Summary: In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you’re really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate in time, they starve to death.

So what happens when your soulmate is a world famous idol?

And you’re just one fan in a sea of many who can’t even speak the same language?

              ✐ Warnings/Genre: Series. Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Explicit language.

I wanna make it clear that while I check my posts multiple times before posting, there could always be spelling or grammar mistakes or even words used wrong or weirdly.

I have a learning disability [it's called Specific Learning Disability on my paperwork, lol], as well as being autistic and ADHD. So keep all of that in mind if you see mistakes in my posts. Also, if you are polite about it, do feel free to correct me.

- Zuki Shay Lupo (They/it)