#swrkn

[swrkn]

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

Rin x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; I wanted to try writing another style so here is it ;) My request are open !!

Rin Itoshi stood at the edge of the soccer field, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The golden hue of the setting sun cast a warm glow on his sharp features, softening the intensity that usually lingered in his eyes. It was one of those rare moments where Rin wasn’t thinking about Blue Lock, rivals, or his relentless pursuit of being the best striker in the world. Today, his thoughts were elsewhere.

Behind him, a light laugh broke the stillness.

“Are you going to keep brooding, or are you going to come sit with me?” You teased, sitting cross-legged on the grass with a picnic basket beside you. Your playful tone didn’t go unnoticed, but Rin’s expression barely shifted.

“I’m not brooding,” he muttered, walking toward you, with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. “Just thinking.”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “And let me guess—soccer again?”

Rin sat down beside you, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Not this time.”

You feigned shock. “Wow, Rin Itoshi, thinking about something other than soccer? Stop the presses.”

He rolled his eyes, but there was no malice in it. You had a way of breaking through his walls, chipping away at the armor he wore so effortlessly around others. That’s what drew him to you in the first place, you saw Rin, not the prodigy or the stoic striker, just him.

You leaned back on your hands, watching the sun dip lower. “You know, you’re allowed to relax sometimes. You’re not a machine, Rin.”

“I know,” he replied softly, surprising you. His usual retorts were sharper, more defensive. But today felt different.

You tilted her head, studying him. “You okay?”

For a moment, Rin didn’t answer. He looked at you, really looked at you. The way your hair caught the light, the gentle curve of your smile, the way you always seemed so steady even when he felt like he was spiraling. It was comforting, grounding.

“I’m fine,” he said finally. “I just…wanted to be here. With you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, embarrassment lightly showing on your face. Rin wasn’t exactly the romantic type; he expressed himself in small, subtle ways, a hand on your back, a text to check in after a tough day. Hearing him say it outright was rare.

“Well,” you said, a little flustered, “you’re really bad at expressing that, but I’ll take it.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, leaning back beside you. “I’m trying.”

You two sat in comfortable silence for a while, the hum of cicadas filling the air. You reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a water bottle, handing it to him.

“Here. Hydration’s important, Mr. Athlete.”

He accepted it without protest, taking a sip before handing it back.

“Thanks.” He paused. “Not just for the water. For everything.”

Your heart skipped at his sincerity. You reached over, lacing her fingers through his. “You don’t have to thank me, Rin. I’m here because I want to be. Always.”

He didn’t respond, but the slight squeeze of his hand said more than words ever could. For once, Rin Itoshi wasn’t chasing something,he was simply present. And for him, that was a victory worth celebrating.

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[swrkn]

Hihi! I see you have blue lock in your fandoms you write for, do you have any ness headcannons? thank you <3

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Alexis ness x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; hii , that’s my first request for blue lock so i would like to thank you for that ! English is not my first language so im sorry if there are mistakes, my request are open !!

⇨ Thoughtful Supporter

Ness is the ultimate doting partner, almost to a fault. He's incredibly attentive, always noticing the little things that make you happy, like your favorite snacks or how you prefer your tea. He's fiercely loyal and seeks validation in the relationship, similar to how he idolizes Kaiser on the field. He wants to feel like he's your number one supporter.

One evening, you casually mention craving something sweet while you're both texting. You don't think much of it and move on with your night. The next day, there's a knock at your door, and when you open it, Ness stands there with a box of pastries from your favorite bakery. "You mentioned these yesterday," he says with a shy smile, his cheeks slightly flushed. "I couldn't let you go another day without them." You're touched by his thoughtfulness, and as you both sit down to enjoy the treats, you realize how much he pays attention to even your smallest remarks.

⇨ Your Biggest Cheerleader

He's deeply invested in your personal goals and will do everything he can to support you, much like how he supports Kaiser on the field. He'll be your biggest cheerleader, no matter what. In return, he appreciates when you show interest in his soccer career, even if it's just attending his games or asking about his training.

You're working late on a project, and Ness texts you: Don't forget to take a break, okay? You're doing amazing. A few minutes later, he shows up with a coffee in hand, ready to cheer you on.

After one of his big games, you greet him with a proud smile. "You were incredible out there," you say. His eyes light up, and he pulls you into a tight hug. "Hearing that from you makes it even better," he murmurs.

⇨ The Peace Maker

Ness hates conflict and will do his best to avoid arguments. If a disagreement arises, he'll try to resolve it calmly, often prioritizing your feelings over his own. He's quick to apologize, even if he's not in the wrong, but he appreciates it when you acknowledge his feelings too.

A minor disagreement arises when your schedules don't align, and you end up snapping at Ness out of frustration. He takes a deep breath, choosing not to escalate the situation. "I'm sorry if I upset you," he says calmly, his eyes soft with concern. "I just want us to work through this together." His willingness to approach the issue with understanding rather than anger helps you cool down, and together, you find a solution. By the end of the conversation, the tension has melted away, replaced by mutual understanding and affection.

⇨ Romantic Gestures

He's a romantic at heart. Expect surprise dates, handwritten letters, and spontaneous compliments. Ness loves making you feel cherished. His favorite thing is to cook for you, insisting that he knows all your favorite dishes. Even if it doesn't turn out perfect, he'll put his heart into every meal.

One weekend, you find a small envelope on your pillow. Inside is a handwritten note from Ness, detailing how much he appreciates you. "I just wanted to remind you how amazing you are," it reads. "Thank you for being in my life."

Ness surprises you by setting up a cozy picnic at the park, complete with a blanket, snacks, and your favorite playlist. "I thought we could use some fresh air and time together," he says, beaming.

⇨ Jealousy and Insecurity

Ness is prone to jealousy but tries to hide it. If he sees you getting close to someone else, he'll quietly fume but won't confront you directly. Instead, he'll subtly seek more of your attention to reassure himself. In moments of insecurity, he'll need you to affirm that you love him for who he is and not just for how much he supports you.

After one of Ness's matches, you find yourself talking with one of his teammates, complimenting his skills. From a distance, Ness watches, his smile faltering slightly as he sees how much you're enjoying the conversation. Later, when it's just the two of you, he hesitates before asking, "You seemed really close with him... Do you think they're funnier than me?" His voice is soft, almost uncertain. You immediately cup his face, looking into his eyes. "Ness, you're the one I love. No one else comes close," you assure him, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. His expression softens, and he pulls you into a tight hug, his insecurities melting away in your embrace.

⇨ The playful Competitor

He's surprisingly competitive when playing games with you, especially if it's something like board games or trivia. He loves teasing you when he wins but takes it gracefully if you beat him.

During a trivia night, Ness surprises you with how competitive he can get. "No way you knew that answer!" you laugh after he correctly names a random historical fact. He smirks and says, "What can I say? I'm full of surprises." When you finally beat him in the final round, he dramatically clutches his chest. "You've defeated me, but I'm proud of you," he says, making you both burst out laughing.

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[swrkn]

Hello!!! I really love your Oliver fic 😭 could you do joker or sangho just fluff if it's fine ofc I'm not forcing ❤️

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Joker (hajun) x g/n reader

Genre : fluff ; sfw

Author note : thank you so much for your request, and thank you for the compliment on my first fic :)) i have a fic for joker in my drafts, so for now im gonna do some headcanons , and I’ll publish it later ! Also those are my personal headcanons , so if you don’t think my headcanons are accurate, please don’t be mean 🙏

Author note 2 : i really enjoyed doing those headcanons so i think i’ll do more , and also some with sangho since you asked ;) My request are open !!

⇨ Protective

Joker is low-key protective of Y/N, though he'd never openly admit it. If they're biking together, he'll instinctively put himself on the side closer to traffic or obstacles, keeping an eye out without making a big deal of it.

When you and Hajun go for a night ride through busy streets, he'll always position himself on your left side, closer to traffic. You notices he does this every time but never points it out, as it's his way of protecting you. One night, a car honks a bit too close, and without thinking, Joker reaches out, gently steering her closer to him. "You alright?" he asks, trying to sound casual, but his hand stays on your arm until he's sure you’re safe.

⇨ Act Tough But Melts Around You

Joker has a "tough-guy" image, but you are the one person who can break through that. When you're alone, he's surprisingly affectionate and lets his guard down. Play with your hair, hold your hand, and even rest his head on your shoulder if he's tired.

After a tough day at practice, Joker shows up at your place looking frustrated and tired. You open the door, pulling him into a hug. He stiffens for a second, but then relaxes, letting himself melt into your warmth. He doesn't say much, just rests his head on your shoulder, breathing in deeply as she rubs his back.You tease him for "acting soft," and he just grumbles, "Only for you."

⇨ Late-Night Talks

Sometimes, You and Joker will have deep, late-night conversations that can last for hours.You both stay up talking about dreams, fears, and everything in between. He trusts you in a way he never trusted anyone, and you’re the one person he feels like he can be his true self around.He's opened up to you about his insecurities and what it's like balancing being a big brother with his own goals.

One summer night, you're lying side by side on a quiet rooftop, staring up at the stars. Joker starts talking about his childhood, sharing stories he rarely tells anyone, while you listen quietly, sometimes just holding his hand when he pauses. You opens up too, and you spend hours sharing memories and dreams, both of them feeling like they're closer than ever.He tells you things he never told anyone, realizing how much he trusts you.

⇨ Lets You Braid His Hair

One day, as a joke, you suggested to braid his hair, thinking he'd refuse. But to your surprise, he agreed, even if he tried to play it off like he didn't care.Now it's a little tradition between you and him. When you're just relaxing, you'll braid his hair, and he'll sit quietly, feeling oddly at peace. He actually finds it relaxing but would be mortified if anyone else knew.

During a lazy afternoon, you were both watching a movie a his house , with him leaning on you, letting you style his hair. As you braid, you notice he's relaxed, eyes half-closed, enjoying the quiet moment. Later, when his two littles brothers came in and burst out laughing, Joker just shrugs. "What ? She did a good job." he says nonchalantly, not caring about what his brothers are saying.

⇨ Always Comes Back to You

No matter how long his day's been or how tired he is, Joker always finds himself wanting to see you. You are his safe space, the person who keeps him grounded, and whenever he's with you, he feels like he finally found a place to rest. He doesn't say it often, but he thinks you are his world, and every ride, every victory, every day somehow feels better just knowing you are there , beside him

One evening, after an exhausting day, he texts you, asking if you’re free. When you agree to meet him, he feels his mood lift immediately. You don't have to do anything special; just being with you is enough to make everything feel better.

⇨ A Stubborn Romantic

Joker tries to act like he doesn't care about romance, but deep down, he's more romantic than he lets on. He'll surprise you by cooking your favorite meals, remember small things you mentioned about yourself, and even bring you your favourite treats every now and then. On special occasions, he'll even plan something for you, like a ride at dawn or a picnic by the river, even if he insists he's "not doing anything fancy."

For your birthday, Joker plans a quiet picnic next to a hidden river. He pretends it's "no big deal," but he packed your favorite snacks and even brought a small blanket to sit on. When you ask him if he went to all this trouble just for her, he simply says, "Don't get used to it." But the sparkle in your eyes , and seeing you this happy , was enough for him to know that if he can see you this happy , he would do it again and again.

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[swrkn]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬

Oliver x g/n!reader

Genre : fluff , sfw

Author note ; english in not my first language so please let me know if i make mistakes :) Also , I’m still quite new to everything that comes to writing , so please don’t hesitate to give me advice ! My request are open !!

The mountain air was cold and crisp, and a layer of fog hung low over the trail as Oliver adjusted his grip on his handlebars. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. The world felt hushed, peaceful even, as he waited for you to catch up.

You appeared a moment later, breathing heavily from the climb.

You'd been asking Oliver to take you on one of his favorite trails for weeks, and today, he'd finally given in. Watching you pedal up the path with all your determination had left a smile tugging at the corner of his lips all morning.

"You good?" he asked, a little teasingly, as you rolled to a stop next to him, clutching your side and panting. "I told you, this one's a little intense for a beginner."

You shot him a look, defiant but with a grin behind it. "I'm just catching my breath. Don't worry about me."

Oliver chuckled, looking at you with that familiar, steady gaze of his, like he knew something you didn't. "Alright. Just let me know if you need to take a break. It's a long way down."

You straightened up, flashing him a challenging look. "Only if you need to stop."

Amused, he raised his brows. "I will remember you said that."

The two of you set off, Oliver taking the lead, navigating the twists and turns of the mountain trail , while you followed close behind, and though the ride was tough, you kept up, gritting your teeth and focusing on his back in front of you. The trees blurred past as you picked up speed, the trail winding downward, the thrill of it building with each turn.

Oliver stole glances over his shoulder, impressed by how you handled each dip and rise in the trail. He knew you were nervous— he could see it in the way you gripped the handlebars a little too tight, or in how you'd let out a small gasp whenever the path took a sudden drop. But you kept pushing, refusing to fall behind.

Finally, you reached a wider, flatter area, a natural overlook where the trail opened up to a sweeping view of the valley below. Oliver slowed to a stop and gestured for you to pull up beside him. You parked your bike,next to his,hands on your hips as you admire the view in front of you.

"Not bad, huh?" he murmured, his voice softer than usual, like he didn't want to disturb the quiet beauty of this moment.

"Not bad?" you scoffed, "It's amazing." You paused, eyes fixed on the view, then looked up at him with a smile. "Thanks for bringing me here, Oliver."

He gave a small nod, hands stuffed in his pockets. He wasn't the type to talk much about his feelings, but you could see the contentment in his face, in the way he looked at you. You knew this was his place, his escape. And knowing he'd shared it with you—it felt like a silent trust.

Oliver leaned his bike against a tree, stretching his arms up with a sigh. "I don't really bring people up here," he admitted, almost shyly, as if the words weren't meant to be spoken. "It's... kinda my place to get away from everything. From racing, from the pressure... from all the noise."

You studied him for a moment, surprised at how open he was being. "Then why'd you bring me?"

He shrugged, glancing away as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I thought you'd get it." His voice was low, just like a murmur. "I thought... maybe you'd understand what it's like to need a place just for you. Somewhere you don't have to be anyone except who you really are."

His words hung between you, vulnerable in a way that made your heart ache. You took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch his arm. Oliver's gaze softened as he looked down at your hand on his arm, and for once, the easygoing, calm facade he wore seemed to slip. He took a small breath, as if steeling himself, and turned to face you fully.

"I think I wanted to bring you here for a while," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... when I'm around you, things feel simpler. Like I don't have to think so hard or pretend to be something I'm not, i just have to be myself."

You felt your heart beat faster, and before you could think it through, you reached up, brushing a hand over his cheek. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away, instead, he leaned into your touch, his gaze never leaving yours, as though you were the only person in the world.

"I do understand ,and I'm glad you trusted me enough to bring me here.” You marked a pause , but begin to talk soon again. “Oliver," you said, your voice soft, "you never have to pretend with me. I like you just the way you are."

A faint blush colored his cheeks, and his expression turned serious, but there was a gentleness there too, something you hadn't seen before. Slowly, he brought his hand up, covering yours on his cheek. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, and the warmth of his touch sent a thrill through you.

He took a step closer, the two of you now only inches apart, and you could feel his steady breath as he looked down at you. "I don't know what it is about you, but... I just feel better when you're here, I love you."

You smiled , reaching out to kiss his lips. “ I love you too. And i’ll never get tired of saying it.”

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[swrkn]

can you maybe do some wooin in a relationship hcs pretty please, thank youuuu! ur writing ate <3

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Wooin x g/n reader

Genre ; fluff , sfw

Author note ; thank you so much and sorry for the late reply i didn’t log on tumblr for a few days, i also tried a new style for my headcanons so please don’t hesitate to tell me which one you like more ! My request are open !

𖣔 First of all, i see Wooin with someone who has to match his vibe, so you know someone who likes to goes out and maybe a little freaky.

𖣔Wooin has a knack for making sarcastic comments or teasing you about the smallest things, like how you pronounce a word or the way you hold your chopsticks. He finds your annoyed expressions way too entertaining.

𖣔He has a bad habit of stealing random items like your phone or snacks and holding them just out of reach until you chase him for it. It’s all in good fun, though—he always gives them back with a smug grin.

𖣔Wooin will playfully mock you about it—like mimicking a character from your favorite show or pretending to be clueless about it. But secretly, he loves seeing how passionate you are and might even look into it himself just to understand you better.

𖣔 Wooin is the type of guy who will act like he doesn't care about you even tho he clearly does. He'd try to maintain his calm, aloof demeanor but his actions would totally betray how much he cares about you.

𖣔 You don’t know about the drugs with sangho choi, as it could be too dangerous for you.

𖣔 He definitely stalks you.

𖣔 Even if your not in a relationship with him, Wooin would casually barge into your place without warning, acting like it's completely normal.

𖣔 Wooin would be the type to casually ask you to paint his nails, and it would come with his signature mix of nonchalance and lowkey affection. He’d drop the request in the middle of a conversation, like, “Hey, you should paint my nails,” as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. He’s not shy about it, but he pretends it’s purely practical.

𖣔 Wooin gives off the vibe of someone who’s not into pda, but that doesn’t mean he’s not affectionate in his own way, he just show it in private.

𖣔 Does he get jealous ? Yeahh. Does he show it ? Noo.

𖣔 Wooin’s personality was a little weird in the start of your relationship, he would leave you constantly questioning where you stand with him, and it’s probably intentional on his part.

𖣔 I kinda see him as the type of guy who yaps a lot about you with his close one, so hyuk definitely knows about you, and maybe even joker.

𖣔 You see those people who always send cats videos saying “us” ? Well i think he would send you those stupid videos like this just to annoy you.

𖣔 Your friends definitely don’t like him, and always warn you about him. Why ? He’s a walking red flag but i guess you just can’t see it.( me too )

𖣔 He looks like he has a baby face, so i think those days when he barges into your house, you guys would just do nightcare and stuff like this while watching movies.

𖣔 Speaking of movies, i just know he loves horror movies, so during those nights when your watching movies, he would scare you for almost the whole movie, because “your face looks funny when your scared”

𖣔 When he sees you sleeping, he takes pictures of yours and can annoy you with those for days. He would also draws things on your face, and he would say nothing even if you go out like that.

𖣔 I don’t think he would see any problem with you wearing revealing clothes, i can’t say why but he gives this vibes.

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[swrkn]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a windbreaker wooin fluff with a gn reader. Love your work by the way 🫶🏻

𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

Wooin x g/n reader

Genre ; fluff

Author note ; Hello , thank you for the compliment on my work and sorry for the late reply :( my request are open !

The soft knock at your window startled you. It was well past midnight, and the streets outside were eerily quiet, save for the occasional sound of crickets. You pushed aside the curtain, and your breath caught.

Wooin stood there, his expression unreadable but his shoulders slumped in a way that betrayed his exhaustion. His black hoodie was slightly damp from the night mist, and his bike leaned against the side of your house. He looked like he’d been riding for hours.

You quickly unlocked and slid the window open. “Wooin? What are you doing here? It’s so late!”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of vulnerability you rarely saw in him.

“I… I had nowhere else to go,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart squeezed. Wooin was always so composed, always the one who seemed unshaken by anything. Seeing him like this—so lost and unsure—made you want to hug him right then and there.

“Wait, I’ll unlock the door,” you said, rushing downstairs to let him in.

Once inside, Wooin sat stiffly on your couch, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. You handed him a warm cup of tea, and he murmured a quiet “thank you” before taking a sip. He seemed hesitant, as if afraid to burden you, but you didn’t press him.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. “I left.”

You blinked. “Left? You mean… your house?”

He nodded, staring into the cup in his hands. “It wasn’t working. My dad… he doesn’t understand me. No matter what I do, it’s never enough. I thought I could endure it, but tonight…” His voice trailed off, and he swallowed hard. “I just couldn’t anymore.”

Your chest ached at the pain in his voice. You moved closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Wooin, you don’t have to explain if you don’t want to. But you’re always welcome here, okay? Stay as long as you need.”

His gaze shifted to you, surprise flickering in his eyes. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” you said firmly. “You’re not alone, Wooin.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you like he was trying to figure out if you were serious. Then, to your surprise, a faint smile tugged at his lips. It wasn’t much, but it was genuine, and it made your heart swell.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

That night, you set up a makeshift bed for him in the spare room, insisting he take the extra blankets to keep warm. Before heading to bed, you peeked in to check on him.

Wooin was lying on his side, his back rising and falling steadily as he breathed. For the first time since you’d seen him at your window, he looked peaceful, like the weight of the world had finally lifted from his shoulders.

The next morning, the smell of fresh pancakes filled the air. You weren’t much of a chef, but you figured Wooin deserved a good breakfast after everything he’d been through. You glanced at the clock—it was still early, but you hadn’t been able to sleep much. The thought of Wooin showing up at your window like that lingered in your mind.

You were flipping the last pancake when you heard soft footsteps behind you. Turning, you saw Wooin standing at the edge of the kitchen, looking a little unsure of himself.

“Good morning,” you said with a smile, setting the plate of pancakes on the table.

“Morning,” he replied quietly, his voice still a little hoarse from the night before. He looked like he hadn’t fully woken up yet, his hair slightly tousled and his hoodie wrinkled.

“I made some pancakes,” you said, gesturing toward the table. “I wasn’t sure what you like, but I figured you could use something warm.”

Wooin hesitated for a moment before sitting down. “You didn’t have to do this,” he said softly, though there was a hint of gratitude in his tone.

“I wanted to,” you replied, sitting across from him. “Besides, I couldn’t just let you starve after you biked all the way here in the middle of the night.”

That earned a small chuckle from him, a sound so rare that it caught you off guard. He picked up his fork and took a bite, his movements careful and deliberate as always.

“These are good.” he said after a moment, his expression softening.

“Really? I was worried they’d be too burnt,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “They’re perfect.”

As the day went on, you could see Wooin start to relax. He spent most of the morning helping you tidy up the house, insisting that he didn’t want to “freeload.” Despite your protests, he cleaned the kitchen and even helped you reorganize your bookshelf.

By the afternoon, the two of you were lounging in the living room. Wooin was flipping through a book he’d found on your shelf, while you scrolled through your phone, debating whether or not to order pizza for dinner.

“You’re really okay with me staying here?” he asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

You looked up from your phone. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes fixed on the pages of the book, but you could tell the question was genuine.

“Of course I am,” you said firmly. “I told you last night, you can stay as long as you need to. No strings attached.”

Wooin closed the book, his fingers tracing the edges of the cover. “I’ve never had… this before,” he admitted quietly. “A place that feels safe.”

Your heart ached at his words. You’d known Wooin for a while now, but he rarely opened up about his personal life. Hearing this made you realize just how much he’d been keeping inside.

“Well, you have one now,” you said gently. “This is your home too, for as long as you want it to be.”

He looked at you then, his dark eyes searching yours. For a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, he simply nodded.

That night, as you were getting ready for bed, there was knock, this time on your bedroom door.

“Come in.” you called, and Wooin stepped inside, looking a little awkward.

“I just… wanted to say thank you,” he said, his voice quiet. “For everything. I don’t think I’ve said that enough.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Wooin,” you replied with a smile.

He hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. “Goodnight,” he said softly before heading back to his room.

As you lay in bed that night, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth. Wooin had been through so much, but you were determined to be there for him, no matter what.

And judging by the faint smile you’d seen on his face that day, you knew he was starting to believe he wasn’t alone anymore.

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[swrkn]

hellooo dear, can you do relationship hcs with hyuk? pretty please thank you 💗

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

Hyuk x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; hii , of course i can ! Don’t hesitate to ask me more characters to do headcanons for ! Those are my personal headcanons so please don’t be mean if you don’t share my opinions ! My request are open

⇨ Quiet Moments

As we all know, Hyuk cherishes quiet, intimate moments. Sitting in comfortable silence, stargazing after a long ride, or simply leaning on each other while watching a movie are his favorite ways to unwind with you.

After a long day of riding, you both find a secluded spot in the park. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the horizon. You lie down on the grass, staring up at the stars as they begin to appear. Hyuk lies beside you, one arm behind his head, the other resting near yours. Neither of you speaks; the silence is comfortable, filled only with the distant sounds of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves. After a while, Hyuk shifts slightly and gently takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. "This is nice," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You smile, squeezing his hand in agreement.

⇨ Acts of Service

Hyuk shows his affection through actions rather than words. He'll quietly fix your bike, bring you snacks during study sessions, or make sure you're hydrated during rides.

One evening, you're struggling to get your bike in top shape before an important ride. You mention in passing that the brakes feel a bit loose and the gears are sticking, but you don't have time to fix it yourself. The next morning, you find your bike perfectly tuned up, running smoother than ever.Later, when you ask Hyuk about it, he shrugs, not making a big deal out of it. "I had some time, so I worked on it," he says simply, but there's a slight blush creeping up his neck. You grin and thank him, realizing this is just one of the ways he shows he cares.

⇨ Post-Race Care

As his partner, after intense rides, you're the one helping him recover— offering water, snacks, and a comforting presence.

After a particularly grueling race, Hyuk slumps onto a bench, breathing heavily. You're right there, handing him water and a towel. "You were incredible out there," you say, wiping some sweat off his forehead.He chuckles weakly. "I feel like I got run over by a truck."You laugh and sit beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Well, you earned some serious rest." He hums in agreement, leaning into you slightly, appreciating your care.

⇨ Physical Affection

He was shy at first, but now that he becomes more physically affectionate. Expect warm hugs after races and casual hand-holding when walking around. At first, Hyuk isn't big on public displays of affection, but over time, he grows more comfortable.

One chilly afternoon, as you both walk through the city, he notices you shivering. Without a word, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. Then, in a rare moment of boldness, he takes your hand and tucks it into his jacket pocket alongside his own. You glance at him in surprise, and he just murmurs, "Your hands are cold." He keeps walking, but his grip on your hand stays firm and warm.

⇨ Subtle but Sweet

He's not the type for grand romantic gestures, but he'll surprise you with little things, like leaving a note in your bag or randomly showing up with your favorite drink.

One day, after a particularly stressful week, you open your bag to find a small, folded note. It simply reads: “You've been doing great. Don't forget to take care of yourself”. It's signed with Hyuk's initials, and you can't help but smile. Later, when you mention it, Hyuk tries to brush it off. "It's not a big deal," he says, but you can tell from the way he avoids your eyes and the slight upward twitch of his lips that he's glad you liked it.

⇨ Your Biggest Fan

Even if Hyuk downplays his tricks, it's clear he loves seeing you excited. He secretly lives for the moments when your eyes light up, and you cheer him on. Every time he nails a new trick, the first person he wants to show is you. Your encouragement fuels his confidence, and he's always thinking about how to outdo himself next time.

You're watching Hyuk practice when he suddenly says, "I've been working on something new." Intrigued, you nod. "Show me." He takes off down a slope, building speed before hitting a ramp. With perfect timing, he launches into a 360 spin, landing flawlessly. You jump up, clapping. "That was insane! You've gotten so good!" He rides back, trying to hide his grin. "It's not a big deal," he says casually, but the proud glint in his eyes shows he's soaking up your praise.

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[swrkn]

glad to see a new writer for wb manhwa and i already love ur oliver fic 🫶🏻 since ur req open can i request for hyuk with his highschool crush (&& preferably fem!reader) thankyeww!!

Between The Lines

Highschool!hyuk x highschool!fem!reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; Thanks for the compliment :)) I think i will probably do a part 2 fort this fic , since the end is kinda an open one. English is not my first language so im sorry if there are any mistakes, my request are still open !!

Hyuk wasn't exactly what you'd call a model student. He spent most of his time in the back of the classroom, head down, doodling in the margins of his notebook or staring out the window. School was just a thing to endure until the day was over.

But lately, his gaze had been lingering on someone else : Y/n

She sat a few seats ahead of him, always focused, her pencil moving gracefully across her notebook. She wasn't the type to cause a scene or demand attention, but Hyuk noticed her in everything she did. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought, the way she always make a little smile when she answers a question correctly, little things that most people probably don’t notice.

Hyuk though? He noticed everything.

One day after school, Hyuk stayed behind, pretending to look for something in his desk, but in reality, he was waiting for Y/n. She was always one of the last to leave, making sure her notes were perfect before packing up.Sure enough, she was still there, flipping through her textbook, her brow slightly furrowed.

"Hey, Y/n," Hyuk said casually, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.

She looked up, quit surprised. "Oh, Hyuk. What's up?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "You're pretty good at math, right? I'm kinda stuck on this problem." It wasn't a total lie-math wasn't exactly his strong suit. But more than anything, he just wanted an excuse to talk to her.

Y/n tilted her head, a small smile forming. "Math? Didn't think you'd ask for help with that."Hyuk shrugged, leaning against her desk. "Figured you'd be the best person to ask."

She laughed softly and moved her chair over to make room. "Alright, show me what you ve got."

They spent the next half hour going over equations and formulas. Y/n was patient with him, explaining things in a way that actually made sense to Hyuk. Everytime he got something right, she'd give him an encouraging nod or a quick "See? You're getting it."

Hyuk found himself more focused than he'd ever been in class. Not because of the math, but because of her. As they worked, he couldn't help but notice little things: the faint scent of her shampoo, the way her lips pursed slightly when she was thinking.

At one point, their hands accidentally brushed as she reached for his notebook. Y/n didn't seem to notice, but Hyuk's heart skipped a beat.

"See? It's not so hard once you break it down," Y/n said, tapping the page with her pencil.

Hyuk nodded, trying to act like he wasn't completely distracted. "Yeah, thanks. I guess I just needed a good teacher." Y/n smiled, a little embarrassed, "Happy to help you out."

As they packed up to leave, Y/n glanced at him. "You know, you're not as bad at this as you think. You just need to put in the effort."

Hyuk smirked. "Guess I'll have to ask for your help more often, then."

She laughed, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Well, if you're serious, I'll be at the library after school tomorrow. Feel free to stop by."

Hyuk felt a surge of excitement. "Yeah? Alright, maybe I will."

They walked out of the classroom together, the hallway quiet and bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. For once, Hyuk didn't mind the idea of spending more time in school. If it meant getting to know Y/n a little better, he was all in.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd learn more than just math along the way.

I really think im gonna do a second part , let me know what you guys think !

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[swrkn]

Between the lines (part 2)

Highschool!hyuk x Highschool!reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; i said i was gonna do a part 2 to this story so here it is today ;)

Hyuk found himself walking to the library after school more often than he expected. At first, he told himself it was just about getting better at math. You were a great tutor, and his grades were actually starting to improve. But deep down, he knew the real reason he kept showing up was you.

Every session started the same way: you would wave him over to your usual spot by the window, where the afternoon light streamed in, illuminating notebooks and textbooks. You’d go through the problems, your patient voice guiding him through each step.

But over time, your conversations began to drift away from equations and formulas.

“So,” you said one afternoon, leaning back in your chair after you’d finished a particularly tough problem set, “how come you never talk much in class?”

Hyuk glanced at you, quit surprised. “Didn’t think anyone noticed.”

You smiled. “I notice. You’re always staring out the window, like you’re somewhere else.”

Hyuk shrugged, a little embarrassed. “Guess I just don’t like drawing attention to myself. People assume I don’t care about school, but it’s not that simple.”

You tilted your head, curious. “Then why don’t you show them what you’re capable of? You’re smarter than you let on, Hyuk.”

Your words caught him off guard. He’d never heard anyone say that before—not like they really believed it.

“Maybe,” he said, his voice softer. “I don’t know. It’s easier to just… stay in the background.”

You didn’t press further, but the way you looked at him made Hyuk feel like you saw right through his defenses.

“What about you?” he asked, changing the subject. “You’re always so focused. Don’t you ever get tired of being perfect all the time?”

You laughed, a sound that made Hyuk’s heart skip. “Perfect? Far from it. I just… I guess I feel like I have to prove myself. My parents expect a lot, and sometimes it feels like I’m always racing to keep up.”

Hyuk frowned. “That sounds tough.”

“It is,” you admitted, gaze dropping to your hands. “But that’s why I like these study sessions. It’s different. You’re different.”

Hyuk blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah,” you said, your smile returning. “You don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. It’s refreshing.”

Hyuk felt his face heat up, and for once, he was glad you weren’t looking directly at him.

As the weeks went on, your bond grew stronger. You’d laugh over dumb jokes, share stories about classmates, and sometimes, just sit in comfortable silence. Hyuk started to look forward to those quiet moments in the library, where it felt like the rest of the world didn’t matter.

One day, as y’all were packing up, you looked lire you were hesitating about something.

“Hey, Hyuk,” you said, with your voice a little nervous.

“Yeah?”

“There’s this school festival coming up next weekend. I was wondering if… you’d want to go with me? You know, as a break from all this studying.”

Hyuk stared at her, caught off guard. “Like… together?”

You nodded, looking embarrassed. “Yeah, I mean, if you want to.”

Hyuk’s heart raced. He’d been waiting for a moment like this, but now that it was here, he could hardly believe it.

“I’d like that,” he said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. “Let’s go together.”

Your smile lit up the room. “Great. It’s a date, then.”

The festival was everything Hyuk had hoped for and more. The two of you wandered through the booths, playing games and sharing snacks. You laughed freely, your usual seriousness replaced by a playful energy that Hyuk couldn’t get enough of.

At one point, you found yourselves sitting under a tree, watching the sunset as the festival lights flickered on.

“This is nice,” you said, with a soft voice.

“Yeah,” Hyuk agreed, slightly glancing at you “It is.”

There was a brief silence, the kind that felt more like anticipation than awkwardness.

“Y/N,” Hyuk said, his voice a little hesitant.

You turned to him, with curious eyes. “Yeah?”

“I’ve been wanting to say something for a while now,” he admitted, his heart pounding. “I really like spending time with you. You make everything… better.”

Your eyes softened, and you reached out your hand, gently brushing against his. “I feel the same way, Hyuk.”

Hyuk’s breath caught. “Really?”

You nodded, your smile shy but sincere. “Yeah. I’ve liked you for a while now.”

Hyuk couldn’t help but grin. “Guess I’ve been pretty slow to catch up, huh?”

You laughed, squeezing his hand. “Maybe a little. But you’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

As the festival music played softly in the background, Hyuk leaned closer, his nerves fading. You met him halfway, your lips brushing in a gentle, tentative kiss.

When you pulled back, both of you were smiling, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted.

From that moment on, everything felt lighter, brighter. You weren’t just study partners or friends anymore. You were something more.

And for Hyuk, life suddenly felt a whole lot more meaningful.

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[swrkn]

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Owen x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; english is not my first language so i apologise if they are any mistakes !!

⇨ Attention

Owen memorizes everything about you—the way you take your coffee, your favorite songs, even your sizes for gifts. He notices the smallest details, from the way your eyes light up at certain things to the exact words you use when you’re excited. It’s like he keeps a mental catalog just to make you feel special.

One day, you casually mention that you love a specific brand of chocolate, but it’s hard to find. Days later, on a random Tuesday, he shows up with it, saying, “I saw this and thought of you.” Or maybe it’s your birthday, and he surprises you with a perfectly fitting jacket in your favorite color. You ask how he knew your size, and he just shrugs, “You mentioned it once when we were shopping months ago.” It’s the little things, like texting you good luck before a big meeting because he remembers the exact date you told him about it, or knowing which toppings to leave off your pizza without asking.

⇨ Clothes thief

Owen is the type of guy who will let you steal his clothes without a second thought. You grab his hoodie one day, and instead of asking for it back, he just smiles and says, “It looks better on you anyway.”But deep down, he loves seeing you wrapped up in something of his, it’s his way of keeping you close, even when he’s not around.

It’s a chilly evening, and you’re at Owen’s place, shivering slightly as the two of you watch a movie. Without a word, he gets up, grabs his oversized hoodie from the chair, and hands it to you. “Here, wear this,” he says, and you pull it on, immediately feeling warmer. A few days later, you’re heading out, still wearing the hoodie. “You know, i’m kind of stealing this,” you tease. He grins. “It’s not stealing if I’m letting you keep it,” he replies. The next time you see him, you’re wearing his favorite T-shirt. He raises an eyebrow and laughs. “At this rate, I’ll have to start borrowing my own clothes from you.”

⇨ Adorable

He’s the type of guy who finds every single thing you do cute. You could be struggling to open a jar, your face scrunched up in concentration, and he’d chuckle, saying, “Adorable.”Even when you’re just sitting there, minding your own business, he’ll look over and smile. “You’re so cute when you’re focused,” he’ll say, like it’s the most natural observation in the world. No matter what you’re doing,laughing, ranting, or even sneezing, Owen somehow manages to see the charm in it all.

You’re standing in the kitchen, hair in a messy bun, wearing his hoodie, and struggling to reach a jar on the top shelf. You’re on your tiptoes, stretching as far as you can, when Owen walks in and leans against the doorway, grinning. “Need some help?” he asks, but he doesn’t move. You give him a playful glare. “Are you just going to stand there?” He laughs. “Sorry, you’re just so cute when you’re determined.” Later, you’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone with a concentrated frown. He plops down next to you and says, “You’re even cute when you’re serious.” You roll your eyes. “Is there anything I do that isn’t cute to you?” He pretends to think for a second, then smirks. “Nope, not a thing.”

⇨ Nighty Night

Owen is a drama queen who won’t sleep without your goodnight—he’s very dramatic about it. If you forget to text, he’ll send messages like, “So I guess this is how I go…alone, in the dark, without a goodnight from you.” If you call him out, he’ll laugh and say, “What? I can’t sleep knowing you’ve abandoned me like this.”

It’s late, and you’re about to drift off to sleep when you realize you haven’t sent Owen his goodnight text yet. Before you can grab your phone, it vibrates. It’s a message from him: “How could you? I’m just here, alone in the dark, waiting for my nightly dose of affection. I guess I’ll never sleep again…” You roll your eyes and quickly type back, “Goodnight, Owen. Sleep well.” A second later, he responds with a dramatic voice note: “Ah, sweet relief! I can now rest in peace, knowing you didn’t forget me. Sweet dreams, my love.” You laugh, shaking your head, but secretly, you kind of love how much he cares.

⇨ Always Spoils You

Owen will buy everything you want without any complaints, and money will never be a problem. Whether it’s that cute pair of shoes you’ve been eyeing for weeks or a random gadget you mentioned in passing, he’ll pull out his card without hesitation.

You’re window shopping together, casually glancing at items you can’t quite justify buying. You stop in front of a boutique display, eyeing a handbag that’s way out of your budget but still so perfect. Owen notices and nudges you. “Go ahead,” he says with a grin. “You’ve been talking about that bag for weeks. Just get it.” You laugh nervously. “I don’t know… it’s kind of expensive.” Without hesitation, Owen pulls out his wallet and hands you the cash. “If you love it, why wait?” he says, completely unbothered. You try to protest, but he simply winks. “It’s nothing. I just want you to have what you want.” A few days later, the bag arrives at your door, and he just shrugs when you thank him. “I told you,if you want it, it’s yours.”

⇨ The family favourite

Your parents love Owen so much. From the moment they meet him, he charms them with his easygoing nature and thoughtful gestures. He remembers to ask how they’re doing, listens when they talk, and always pitches in when it comes to family events or dinners. When your parents ask about your relationship, they’re all smiles. “We love Owen,” they say. “He’s just so kind, and he makes you happy.” You can’t help but agree.

It’s a Sunday afternoon, and you’re having dinner with your family when Owen arrives, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers for your mom. He gives her a warm hug, and she smiles, clearly pleased. “I thought you might like these,” he says, offering the flowers. “I remembered you mentioned you loved peonies.” Your mom’s eyes light up. “Oh, Owen, you’re such a thoughtful young man.” Later, as you’re sitting on the couch, your dad leans over and says quietly, “We really like him, you know. He’s got a good heart.” You smile, feeling grateful. Owen has a way of making everyone feel special, and today, it’s clear your parents are completely smitten.

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[swrkn]

Your fluff with Oliver, I like it sooo much. Can you, please, do another one fluff with him 🌹 🖤

Calm night and quiet moment

Oliver x g/n reader

Genre ; fluff

Author note ; aww thank you so much <33 ofc i’ll do another one for him :) this one is quite short because i’ll post another one in a day or two ;)

The night was calm, the kind of quiet that only came after a long day. You and Oliver had decided to take a break from everything—school, training, and the endless chaos of life. He’d suggested a late-night bike ride to the hills, promising it’d be worth the trip.

Now, the two of you sat side by side on a soft patch of grass, your bikes leaning against a tree behind you. Above, the stars stretched endlessly, their soft glow painting the sky in delicate constellations.

Oliver lay back, his hands folded behind his head, a rare, peaceful expression on his face. “Told you it’d be worth it,” he said, his voice low but tinged with satisfaction.

You smiled, glancing over at him. “Yeah, you were right. This view’s incredible.”

For a while, neither of you spoke, content to let the silence wrap around you like a warm blanket. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of wildflowers, and the only sound was the soft rustling of leaves in the wind.

Then, out of nowhere, Oliver let out a quiet chuckle.

“What?” you asked, curious.

He turned his head to look at you, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You’ve got grass in your hair.”

You blinked. “I do?”

“Yeah, hold still,” he said, sitting up. His hand reached out, gently plucking a small blade of grass from your hair.

For a moment, his fingers lingered near your temple, and his usual smirk softened into something more genuine. “There. Got it.”

You felt your face warm, but you managed to keep your tone light. “Guess I’m not as graceful as I thought.”

Oliver laughed softly, leaning back again. “You’re fine. I mean, I’ve seen you trip over flat ground before, so…”

“Hey!” you protested, playfully swatting at his arm.

He dodged easily, his laughter filling the quiet night. “Relax, I’m just saying it’s part of your charm.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Sure, Olivet. Whatever you say.”

The conversation drifted from one topic to another—favorite childhood memories, funny stories about Clover, and dreams for the future. It was easy, natural, and before you knew it, hours had passed.

Eventually, you both fell into another comfortable silence, staring up at the stars.

“You know,” Oliver said quietly, his voice almost lost in the breeze, “it’s nice, just… being here. No pressure, no expectations. Just us.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the softness in his tone. “Yeah,” you agreed. “It’s nice to slow down once in a while.”

Oliver gave a small nod, his eyes reflecting the starlight. “Thanks for coming out tonight.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said. “You always know how to make things better.”

For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, as if searching for the right words. Then, with a small smile, he said, “You’re my girlfriend aren’t you?”

You smiled back, your heart feeling a little lighter. “Right.”

The night stretched on, and neither of you felt the need to leave just yet. Under the blanket of stars, with the world quietly spinning around you, everything felt exactly as it should be.

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[swrkn]

Hello!! May I request some Kazuma hc’s?

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Kazuma takeda x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; Hii , of course you can, i only saw a few people writing for him , very underrated character !!

⇨ Loyal Listener

He's the type to sit and genuinely listen to everything you have to say, whether it's a rant about your day or a deep conversation about your dreams. He'd remember the small details and bring them up later to show he cares.

One evening, you vent about a difficult day at work or school, pacing back and forth while Takeda sits on the couch, eyes fixed on you with unwavering attention. "I'm sorry you're going through all that," he says once you finish, his tone calm and reassuring. "But you're strong, and I know you'll get through it." Later that week, you notice that he's taken small steps to help you out-like setting reminders for things you mentioned struggling with or making sure your favorite snack is stocked at his place. His quiet attentiveness is one of the many ways he shows his care.

⇨ Subtle PDA

Takeda isn't someone who craves attention, and that extends to public displays of affection. However, when he feels it's just the two of you-like waiting for a stoplight on a late-night bike ride-he'll gently lace his fingers through yours.

One day, as you're walking through a park, a sudden breeze catches your hair, and without thinking, he reaches over to tuck a stray strand behind your ear. It's a fleeting moment, but it leaves your heart fluttering. "I'm not used to this kind of thing," he admits one night after hesitating to kiss you goodbye in public. "But with you... I want to try." Over time, you catch him sneaking more affectionate gestures, like resting his hand on your back or brushing your knuckles with his thumb.

⇨ Late-Night Rides

After a long day, Takeda often suggests unwinding with a peaceful night ride. The streets are quiet, and the world feels like it belongs solely to the two of you. The hum of your tires on the pavement fills the silence, punctuated only by the occasional laugh or playful challenge.

"Race you to the top of that hill," he grins one night, his competitive streak showing. You accept, and though he could easily beat you, he paces himself just enough for you to cross the finish line first. Later, as you both sit on a park bench overlooking the city lights, he leans back, his hand resting casually beside yours. "This," he says softly, "is one of my favorite things to do with you."

⇨ Sharing His Playlist

Takeda would create a special playlist of songs he listens to while riding and share it with you, feeling a little bashful but secretly excited when you give it a listen.

One day, Takeda casually mentions he's been working on a playlist. "It's just some stuff l listen to when I'm riding," he says, handing you a set of earbuds. As you listen, you realize the mix is a perfect reflection of his personality-upbeat tracks for high-energy moments, mellow tunes for when he's riding solo at night. There's even a song or two that reminds you of moments you've shared together.

Later, you catch him watching you as you hum along. "You really like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual. When you tell him it's perfect, he gives you a rare, genuine smile. From then on, sharing music becomes another way you connect, often swapping recommendations or creating new playlists together.

⇨ Acts of Service

Takeda isn't the type to shower you with words, but his actions speak volumes. If he notices your bike chain is a bit loose, he'll fix it before you even realize there's an issue. On particularly cold mornings, he'll show up with an extra set of gloves, just in case you forgot yours.

One time, you mention offhand that you've been swamped and haven't had time to make a proper meal. The next evening, he knocks on your door with a bag of food. "I, uh, thought you might be hungry," he says, trying to act casual. You later find out he spent hours perfecting a recipe he thought you'd like. These little gestures show how deeply he cares, even if he doesn't always say it out loud.

⇨ Shy Beginnings

When you first start spending time together, it's clear Takeda has a hard time expressing his feelings directly. He gets flustered easily, often hiding behind a stoic facade. One day after a group ride, as everyone is packing up, Takeda lingers near you, pretending to adjust his bike.

"You did good today," he mumbles, his eyes fixed on the ground. Before you can respond, he adds quickly, "Not that you needed my input or anything. Just thought you should know." Over time, his confidence grows, but those initial moments are filled with endearing awkwardness. Once, when you surprise him with a casual compliment-like how cool he looks on his bike-he trips over his words, turning red. "I-I mean, it's just practice," he says, trying to downplay it but clearly pleased.

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[swrkn]

OLIVER ONE WAS YOUR FIRST FIC?!?? ITS SO GOOD WHAT!? Keep doing what u love I'll def support you until the end 💯💯 now I want you take a rest first before u take my request (not forcing anything from you bbg) need me a nagase hyoma one (pls don't judge me 😞) his so underated 😭

A Quiet Evening

Hyoma x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; Thank you !! Don’t worry, im resting well since i don’t have school at the moment, so i have plenty of time to write ! And you’re right, he’s very underrated, there’s not lot of fic about him , so i think i’ll do more later ! English in not my first language, so im sorry if you see mistakes !

It was an unusually quiet evening in the bustling city. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the rooftops. You sat on the steps of a small park, waiting for Hyoma. He had promised to meet you after his training, though you knew he rarely took breaks from his intense regimen.

Just as you were beginning to wonder if he’d forgotten, a familiar figure rounded the corner, his bike slung over one shoulder, the usual calm and determined expression on his face. But when his eyes landed on you, his features softened, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Yo,” he greeted, his voice low and steady as he set his bike down and took a seat beside you.

“Hey,” you replied, grinning up at him. “Finally decided to slow down, huh?”

Hyoma chuckled softly, leaning back on his hands. “Even I need a break sometimes. Besides, you’ve been waiting. Can’t leave you hanging.” You rolled your eyes playfully but felt warmth spread through your chest. He wasn’t one for grand gestures or overly sweet words, but Hyoma always showed he cared in his own way.

For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the city lights begin to twinkle as the sky darkened. The breeze carried the faint scent of blooming flowers, and the distant hum of traffic provided a soothing background noise.

Without thinking, you leaned your head against his shoulder. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed, letting out a soft sigh. “Tired?” he asked, his tone gentler than usual.

“Not really,” you murmured. “Just feels nice like this.” He didn’t respond right away, but you felt him shift slightly, his shoulder pressing more firmly against you, as if silently agreeing. The warmth of his presence, combined with the peaceful atmosphere, made you feel completely at ease.

After a while, Hyoma broke the silence. “You know,” he began, his voice thoughtful, “I’m glad I came out tonight. It’s… different, but good. I don’t get to slow down like this often.”

You smiled, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Maybe you should do it more often. It suits you.”

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye. “What, sitting around doing nothing? Doesn’t seem very ‘Hyoma’ to me.”

“Hey, even the best need rest,” you quipped, nudging him lightly. “Besides, you deserve it.”

He chuckled again, this time more openly, and reached out to ruffle your hair. “Thanks. I’ll think about it.”

The two of you stayed there a little longer, savoring the quiet moment together. Eventually, Hyoma stood, offering you his hand. “Come on. Let’s grab something to eat. My treat.”

You took his hand, letting him pull you up. “Wow, Nagase Hyoma offering to pay? This really is a rare night.”

He smirked. “Don’t get used to it.”

As the two of you walked off, side by side, the city lights reflecting in his calm, steady eyes, you couldn’t help but think that moments like these—simple, warm, and shared with him—were your favorite. And little did you know that he was thinking the same thing.

A story a little shorter than usually , but i’ll write more fic with him so don’t worry ;)

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[swrkn]

𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

Oliver x g/n reader

Genre ; angst to confort

Author note ; hiya guys , this wasn’t a request but i had this idea so i really wanted to share it with you ;)

Oliver couldn't escape the image-the memory of Veil's face, twisted in pain as he had thrown himself in the way of the blow that was meant for him. It had all happened so fast. The dark alley, the shouts from the angry clients, the fists raining down on him.

He had never felt so helpless, so weak.

He had always been the one who protected his friends, always the one to take the hit for them, to fight back when things went south. But this time, when the mob of enraged clients had cornered him, it wasn't his fists that saved him. It was Veil.

Veil had rushed in, pushing Oliver out of the way just in time. But the man who had been swinging the crowbar hadn't seen Veil coming, and the blow landed squarely on his leg, shattering bone and muscle in a single strike. The screams that followed were deafening, and Oliver's heart had nearly stopped as he watched Veil collapse to the ground, clutching his leg in agony.

"Veil!" he had shouted, scrambling to get to him, but the damage had already been done.

The look in Veil's eyes as they met his, filled with pain, regret, and guilt, had haunted him ever since.

But in this pain, Veil still managed to take Oliver to the hospital, but there was sadly a price to pay, Veil's leg...

“he saved me, and now he's paying the price.” That’s what Oliver was always thinking

Oliver stood in the middle of your apartment, hands clenched at his sides. He hadn't been able to get out of his head for days. He had promised Veil that he wouldn't be the one to let his guard down, that he wouldn't put his friends in danger. But he had failed. He had brought the anger of those clients to their door. And Veil... Veil had paid the price.

The door creaked open, and he didn't need to look to know it was you. You always known when something was wrong, and you knew this time wasn't any different. You didn't speak at first, just walking into the room and standing beside him, watching him in the silence.

"Oliver," You said softly after a long pause.

"You've been shutting yourself off from everyone. You've barely spoken to Veil, to anyone. You can't keep doing this."

"I'm not the one who needs help," Oliver replied, his voice tight. "It's Veil. He's the one who... who lost everything for me."

Your eyes softened, your gaze moving to his clenched fists. "He didn't lose everything, Oliver. And he didn't do it because he thought he had to. He did it because you're his friend."

Oliver turned toward you, pain evident in his eyes. "He lost his leg because he tried to protect me," he said, his voice breaking. "He saw me being beaten, and instead of just getting out of the way, he jumped in front of me. He didn't have to. He didn't need to save me." His chest tightened, and his breath hitched. "And now look at him. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't do anything to help him."

You took a step forward, reaching out to gently pull Oliver into a hug. He didn't resist.

He needed it more than he cared to admit.

Your arms around him were a lifeline, something he could hold onto when everything else felt like it was slipping through his fingers.

"He's not angry with you, Oliver," you said softly. "He's not blaming you for what happened. He chose to protect you, because that's who he is. That's the kind of person he is. He wouldn't have been able to live with himself if he hadn't stepped in."

Oliver clung to you, his chest tightening even more as the tears finally came. The guilt, the anger, the helplessness all came pouring out at once. "But I wasn't strong enough," he choked out. "I couldn't even protect myself, and he…he took the hit for me."

"You didn't ask him to," you said, your voice soothing. "You didn't beg him to protect you. He made that choice on his own, because he cares about you. He wouldn't have done anything differently."

Oliver pulled back slightly, wiping his face with his sleeve. "But what if I hadn't been there? What if I hadn't put him in that position? What if he didn't have to save me?"

You looked at him, with a firm gaze. "That's not the way Veil thinks. He wouldn't have done anything else. He's not someone who stands by when his friends are in danger. And neither are you, Oliver. You've always been the one who's there for everyone else. You've always been the one to take the hits so others don't have to. This is just... one of those times where you need to accept that sometimes people will do things for you, whether you want them to or not."

"But he didn't deserve this," Oliver whispered. "He didn't deserve to lose his leg. He didn't deserve to suffer for my mistakes."

"You're not to blame for what happened, Ollie," you said softly, cupping his face in your hands. "None of this was your fault. But you need to talk to Veil. You need to be there for him now, the way he's always been there for you."

"I don't know if I can," Oliver admitted, his voice small. "What if he hates me for it? What if he's angry at me for getting him hurt?"

You shook your head gently. "Veil's not angry. He's hurt, but not at you. He's just... he's learning to adjust to something he didn't expect, just like you are. And you don't have to fix it, Oliver. You just need to be there for him, just like you always have."

Oliver closed his eyes, his breath shaky. He wanted to believe you. He wanted to believe that Veil wasn't angry, that Veil didn't regret protecting him. But the guilt was suffocating, and he couldn't shake the image of his friend, broken on the ground, trying to hold onto something that wasn't there anymore.

"How do I fix this?" Oliver whispered, his voice full of desperation.

"You don't," you said gently. "You don't need to fix anything. You just need to be with him. You need to remind him that even though things are different, you're still there. He's not alone in this, and neither are you."

Oliver took a shaky breath and finally nodded. The weight of his guilt was still there, but your words offered him a thread of hope. “I'm not alone. Neither is Veil.” He thought.

He pulled away from your embrace and wiped his eyes, his heart a little lighter. "I'll talk to him," he said, more to himself than to you. "I'll tell him everything. I'll be there for him. No matter what."

You smiled softly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "That's all you can do, Oliver. And it's enough."

With that, Oliver left the room, his steps slow but steady. He didn't know what to say to Veil, but he knew he had to try. He had to let his friend know he wasn't alone in this fight.

He wasn't alone in the pain, and neither was Veil. They had each other, and that was enough.

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[swrkn]

Lee Yunseong from juvenile offender x fem reader?

nsfw/sfw

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

Lee yunseon x fem!reader

Genre ; fluff , sfw

Yunseong was quiet today.

Not that he was ever particularly talkative, but today felt… different. His hands were shoved into his jacket pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched as he walked beside you. The chilly breeze tugged at his red hair, and you resisted the urge to brush the stray strands away from his eyes.

“Hey,” you nudged him gently with your elbow. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He gave you a side glance, his lips twitching as though debating whether to answer. Finally, he shrugged. “Nothing important.”

You rolled your eyes. Yunseong might not be a man of many words, but you had learned to read him well enough. The way his brows furrowed ever so slightly, the way his jaw tightened—it all spoke louder than words ever could.

“Come on,” you said, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him toward the park. “Let’s sit for a bit.”

He allowed you to guide him, his usual stoic demeanor softening ever so slightly in your presence. The park was quiet, with only the occasional sound of rustling leaves and distant laughter from children playing. You found a bench and plopped down, patting the spot next to you. Yunseong sat, his posture stiff, though he didn’t pull away when you leaned your shoulder against his.

“You’ve been in your head all day,” you said softly. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but I’m here, okay?”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded.

“I keep thinking about the past,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “The things I’ve done… the people I hurt. I don’t know if I’ll ever be more than that.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his tone. You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“You’re more than that, Yunseong,” you said firmly. “I see it every day. The way you look out for people, the way you try—even when it’s hard. You’re more than your mistakes.”

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb brushing over yours in a rare display of affection.

“How do you do that?” he murmured.

“Do what?”

“Make me feel like I’m not broken.”

Your breath hitched, and you tilted your head to look at him. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that he rarely let anyone see, a rawness that took your breath away.

“You’re not broken, Yunseong,” you said softly. “And even if you were, I’d still be here.”

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, slowly, his lips curved into the smallest of smiles—so faint it might have been missed if you weren’t looking for it.

“Thanks,” he said simply, his voice barely audible.

You rested your head on his shoulder, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence as the sun dipped below the horizon. Yunseong wasn’t one to say much, but the way he held your hand just a little tighter told you everything you needed to know.

And in that moment, you knew: no matter how dark his past, you’d always be his soft place to land.

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐫e𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⇨Single character Headcanons

Sfw joker headcanon

Sfw hyuk headcanon

Sfw takeda headcanon

Sfw owen headcanon

Sfw wooin headcanon

⇨ Fanfictions

Where the trail leads (oliver x reader)

Between the lines (hyuk x reader) part 1. part 2.

Calm night and quiet moment (oliver x reader)

A quiet evening (hyoma x reader)

Wing of confort (monster x reader)

A friends sacrifice (oliver x reader)

A place to call home (wooin x reader)

⇨ Multiples characters headcanons

Sabbath crew one bed trope

Sabbath crew as girl dad

Sabbath crew headcanons