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[swrkn]

can you please make 'theres only one bed' scenario with sabbath crew? thank you sm (^_^ ♡)

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃 ?

Sabbath crew (individual) x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw (?)

Author note ; Hii of course i can without any problem, Im sorry Vinny is not in this one because it would have been too long for me :(

You had a race during a storm that finished a little too late, so you decided to stay in a hotel close to you for the night, only to discover there is only a room left, with a single bed…

𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 ( 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐔𝐍 )

"You've got to be kidding me." were the only words you could find to say.

"I'm really sorry," the receptionist added quickly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "No, no. This can't— Is there anywhere else? A couch? A closet? A broom cupboard?"

The receptionist shook her head apologetically. "Afraid not."

Joker crossed his arms, a little embarrassed by this situation. "Hey, It's just one night, we can manage to make it work."

You shot him a look. "One night? One night with you in the same room?"

"Unless you'd rather sleep in the street."

For a moment, you genuinely considered it. Then the memory of the freezing temperatures outside made you groan in defeat.

"Fine. We'll share the room," you said, glaring at him. "But there are rules. You stay on your side and everything."

“I wasn’t planning to go on yours”

“Perfect than it’s settled, let’s just go to sleep.” It was a really exhausting race, and the only thing you two wanted, was going to sleep.

…

During the night, Joker noticed you were freezing, and that because of that, you couldn’t sleep.

“Are you cold ?” He simply says

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” Actually, you were not, you were just too proud to admit it.

“Turn over, on your other side” As he says that, you could feel his hand on your shoulder.

The mattress sinks behind you, and you could suddenly feel his warm chest against your back

“Are you feeling better now ?” As he said this, you could feel his warm breath behind you hear

“Yeah…thank you..” you managed to say.

“You shouldn’t try to sleep now, we have another race tomorrow” he says, his voice fading away a little, sign that he was staring to fall asleep.

Maybe after all, this night wasn’t gonna be that bad.

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍

The clerk handed over the key with a sheepish smile. “Apologies for the confusion, but it seems we only have one room left. And, uh… it’s got a single bed.”

You glanced at the clerk, then at Hyuk. “That’s fine with you ?”

“As long as i can sleep, i don’t see a problem.” Hyuk simply says, with his usual calm behaviour.

Hyuk grabbed the key before you could. “Guess it’s a good thing neither of us snores, huh?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, works for me.”

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was small but neat, the single bed pushed up against the far wall. You tossed your things onto the floor and flopped into the chair by the window.

“You taking the left or the right side?” You asked, already pulling off your jacket.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just stay on your side, and we’re good.”

“Deal.”

The room settled into a comfortable silence, the kind that came easily between two people who didn’t feel the need to overthink things. You leaned back, watching as Hyuk unpacked a phone charger and stretched out on the bed like it was no big deal.

…

The first thing you became aware of when you woke up, was warmth. Not just the kind from the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, but a, solid warmth beneath your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, and it took you a second to process what you were seeing.

A shirt.

Not yours tho.

Your eyes trailed up, slowly and carefully, until you realized your head was resting on Hyuk’s chest, his arm loosely draped around your shoulders.

You’ve stopped breathing for a moment.

Oh no.

You froze, trying to piece together how this had happened. You were so determined to stay on your side of the bed. There even was a pillow wall, for crying out loud. But at some point in the night…

“Morning,” his voice came, low and slightly hoarse from sleep.

You froze, again. “Uh.” You were still too mortified to do anything but blink at the wall. “Morning.”

Hyuk shifted slightly, his arm retracting as he glanced down at you. “Weren’t you supposed to stay on you side ?”

You didn’t had an excuse, so you had to came up with a lie. “You took all the blanket, and i was cold, that’s all”

“Your a bad liar you know ?”

“I did not—” you stopped, realizing you had no actual memory to contradict him. “Okay, fine. But why didn’t you wake me up?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I would've moved to the floor but you were using me as a pillow. Besides, I’ve figured you needed to rest because of the race.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “This is the worst.”

“Is it, though?” He teased, getting up and heading for his bag. “You survived the night, didn’t you?”

You peeked at him, still flustered but trying to sound casual. “Barely.”

He tossed your jacket onto the bed. “It’s not that big of a deal. Let’s get something to eat before the race of today.” He simply says.

While you were too flustered to even talk to him, Hyuk didn’t even look bothered by this situation, it was he didn’t care. But little did you know, he actually like that situation, but would rather just keep that to himself.

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎

The clerk at the front desk looked nervous, typing furiously into her computer. “I’m so sorry,” she said, glancing up at them, “but it seems like the system glitched, and we only have one room left for you two.”

“One room?” You asked, your voice slightly rising. You glanced at Wooin, who was leaning casually against the counter, playing with one of his many silver rings.

“One bed.” the clerk added, your wince deepening.

You blinked. “You’re joking.”

“Afraid not.” the clerk said, handing over a single key.

Wooin tilted his head at you, his dark eyes gleaming with something between amusement and mischief. “What’s the problem? You don’t trust me?”

You crossed your arms, unsure if you wanted to laugh or bolt. Wooin was… odd. Not dangerous, necessarily, just..kinda freaky

“I trust you.” you said, though it wasn’t entirely true. “It’s just you’re..you.”

He grinned, his teeth just a little too sharp. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t.”

The clerk cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable being in the middle of whatever this was. “If it helps,” he said weakly, “the room’s got a lock on the door.”

“Great,” you said, grabbing the key. You turned to Wooin, pointing a finger at him. “No weird attitude, and no staring at me while I’m asleep, and please, don’t draw on my face.

Wooin held up his hands, mock-offended. “You wound me, you know ? I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Yeah right, like I’ll believe that”

He gave you a crooked smile. “Scout’s honor.”

You muttered something under your breath as you headed toward the stairs. One room. One bed. With Wooin.

This was going to be the longest night of your life. And you were sure to never forget it.

…

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight on your chest.

Your neck ached faintly, your body stiff from staying in one position all night, but you didn’t move. Mostly because of the very obvious fact that Wooin head was resting against you, his arm draped loosely over your waist.

Yourr heart thudded in your chest as you stared down at him. He looked so… peaceful. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by the soft, vulnerable expression of someone completely at ease. A few strands of his dark hair fell across his forehead, and without thinking, your hand twitched, almost brushing them back before you stopped yourself.

Don’t be weird, you scolded yourself.

But it was hard not to be. Wooin, the guy who usually teased you to no end, who always seemed so infuriatingly self-assured, was asleep on you.

You shifted slightly, trying to figure out how to leave the bed without waking him, but his arm tightened instinctively, pulling you closer.

“Don’t.” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

You froze. “Wooin ?”

“Mm.” His face nuzzled deeper into your chest, his breath warm against your neck. “Five more minutes.” he murmured, barely audible.

Your stomach flipped. You didn’t know whether to laugh, push him off, or just let it happen. Against your better judgment, you stayed still, your fingers curling nervously in the blanket.

“Wooin.” you tried again, more softly this time.

“Mm-hm.” he mumbled, but his eyes stayed closed.

As you sat there, half trapped and entirely unsure what to do. You told yourself that you should be annoyed, but there was something so... disarming about seeing him like this. Vulnerable. Unapologetically human.

I guess after all, it was a long night, and you were sure to never forget it.

✵

[shintaru]

Windbreaker fanfic writer appreciation post!

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I hope I didn’t forget anyone

This list is just to show how many fanfic writers we have in the community 🥹🫶🏼 it’s not a favoritism list or a list of who is “better”. It’s just on tumblr at times the community can feel so small and empty especially when everyone gets busy so remembering how many amazing writers that are in the community makes me happy!

How I feel when I read y’all’s work, it’s so hard finding windbreaker fanfics so it’s like finding a gold mine once you do find one.

[shintaru]

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Some of my favorite writers!!! I stalk your pages all the time! 🤣 Ps: none of these are in order just added to show appreciation!

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

[swrkn]

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Rin x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; im sorry if there are mistakes, English in not my first language. My request are open !!

⇨ Quiet Affection

Instead of grand romantic gestures, Rin shows love through subtle actions-remembering small details about you, sharing his food, or ensuring you have what you need without asking.

You’re sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, because you were sick. Rin notices without saying a word. He quietly makes you a bowl of soup, setting it down beside you along with a glass of water, just the way you like it. He doesn’t ask if you’re hungry or if you need anything. Instead, he simply sits beside you, keeping you company in the quiet, his presence enough to make you feel cared for.

⇨ Slow Emotional Openness

Over time, he starts sharing more of his thoughts and feelings, including his insecurities. He'll only open up in private moments where he feels safe.

One evening, as you both relax in the quiet of your room, Rin’s voice breaks the silence, softer than usual. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough, like im never gonna catch up to sae’s level, and that our relationship will never be the same,” he admits, staring at the floor. You don’t say anything right away, just sit beside him, offering your presence. After a moment, Rin meets your eyes, his vulnerability clear. “I just… don’t want to disappoint him.” You give his hand a gentle squeeze, silently telling him that he never could. Rin relaxes slightly, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips.

⇨ Subtle Jealousy

Rin isn't outwardly jealous, but his eyes narrow, and his tone sharpens if someone seems overly interested in you. He trusts you but doesn't hide his possessiveness.

You’re waiting by the field, scrolling through your phone while Rin finishes his training. A guy approaches, casually striking up a conversation. After a few minutes, he asks for your number, smiling expectantly. Rin, now done with his training, steps into view, his eyes narrowing when he notices the exchange. His voice, though calm, has an edge as he walks over. “I’m pretty sure they’re waiting for me,” he says, the possessiveness clear in his tone. The guy stumbles, quickly muttering an apology and walking away. Rin doesn’t say anything else, but his hand rests on your lower back, a quiet claim, as if to say he was watching all along.

⇨ Not the Touchy Type, But...

Rin isn't super affectionate in public, and he doesn't go out of his way to be physically close. However, when he's alone with you, he might rest his hand lightly on your back or shoulder after a long day, his touch surprisingly gentle. It's his own way of offering comfort, even if he's not fully verbal about it.

After a long, training session, Rin sits beside you, his usual calm demeanor present even as he catches his breath. The gym is nearly empty, and the two of you have a moment to yourself. You’re quiet for a while, both of you lost in your thoughts. Then, without a word, Rin shifts slightly, resting his hand gently on your shoulder, his touch soft but steady. It’s a simple gesture, not grand or overly affectionate, but there’s something comforting about it, like he’s offering a silent reassurance that he’s there. You look up at him, but he doesn’t say anything, just keeps his hand there for a moment before slowly pulling it away. It’s his own way of showing you that, even if he doesn’t always verbalize it, he’s here, offering his support in the quietest way possible.

⇨ Not Overly Romantic, But Still Deep

Rin isn't the romantic, candle-lit dinner type. Instead, his moments of affection feel more sincere and understated. He's the type who will bring you a warm drink when you're exhausted from your day or sit with you after a tough practice, silently offering his presence without saying much.

After a long, exhausting day at work, you slump onto the couch, feeling the weight of stress in every muscle. Rin, noticing your tension, silently sits down behind you. He doesn’t ask if you need help, just moves to gently press his thumbs into your shoulders, working out the tightness with steady, practiced motions. His touch is firm but careful, not overly tender, but still undeniably soothing. He doesn’t speak, allowing the quiet hum of the room to fill the space, his focus entirely on easing your exhaustion. It’s not romantic, just a simple act of care, understated gesture that lets you know he’s there, looking out for you in his own way.

⇨ Channeling Stress into Soccer

When he's feeling overwhelmed,Rin will retreat into soccer, often channeling his emotions into his training. He won't talk about his stress, but you'll catch glimpses of it when you see him practicing late into the night or pushing himself harder than usual, and the only way he’ll stop, is if your telling him.

Late one night, you hear the sound of the ball being kicked outside. You find Rin practicing alone, his movements sharp and frustrated. He doesn’t look at you when you approach, his focus entirely on the drill. “Rin, it’s enough,” you say, gently stepping in front of him. He pauses, breathing heavily, his jaw clenched. For a moment, he doesn’t respond, but then he drops the ball, his shoulders sagging slightly. Without a word, he follows you inside, the weight of his unspoken stress lifted, if only for a moment.

✵

[swrkn]

Heyyy 👋🏻👋🏻

Could I get a Kwon Hyuk x fem!reader story where the reader’s his childhood friend?

Im in the mood for something feel-good and fluffy, nothing too heavy or angsty 🥹

P.S. I seriously LOVE your writing so so much!!I’ve read all the WB posts already hehe,

so I thought I’d finally try requesting something too!

Thank you in advanceee 🙇🏻‍♀️💖

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓

Hyuk x fem!reader

Genre ; fluff , sfw

Author note ; Thanks a lot for the compliment on my work it means a lot to me !! It’s been like a month since i last wrote , med school is killing me , so sorry if i take a lot of time doing your request !

You finally found the young boy, you’ve been searching for quit long now, crouched in a alley, again.

You knew that weird glint in his eyes before you even saw what he was doing — legs folded, hands still, face blank.

“…Hyuk.” you said cautiously.

He didn’t even look up. “It was already dying.”

You took a step closer and saw it — a dragonfly, wings gone, body twitching weakly on the ground. You winced. He didn’t.

“I wanted to see how long it’d move without wings.” he said, as if it were science. As if it didn’t make your stomach twist a little.

“You’re scaring the other kids.” you said carefully.

“They’re stupid.” he muttered.

You squatted down next to him. “They said you tried to fight three of them yesterday.”

“They wouldn’t shut up.” His jaw clenched. “They said I was crazy.”

You looked at him for a long time. He didn’t seem angry, well, not really. Just… detached. Like there was a wall between him and the rest of the world.

Except when he looked at you.

“I’m not scared of you.”

Hyuk’s eyes flicked to yours, unreadable. “Maybe you should be.”

You reached out, brushing your fingers against his scraped-up knuckles. “Maybe I just know you better than they do.”

He stared at you like he didn’t understand why you stayed. But he didn’t pull away.

You and Hyuk sat side by side on the low wall behind some abandoned garage. The race had ended hours ago, but the rest of the team had already left, leaving the two of you

Rain tapped gently against the pavement, but the overhang kept the both of you dry. Hyuk was staring ahead, hoodie pulled low over his face, one knee propped up, fingers loosely laced around it.

“I forgot how quiet it gets here after dark.” you said softly.

He hummed in agreement. “That’s why I like it.”

You glanced at him, chin on your knees. “You ever miss when it was just us? Back home?”

He was quiet for a moment. Then: “Sometimes.”

You smiled faintly. That was Hyuk-speak for all the time.

“You were a menace.” you said teasingly. “You used to always making kids cry, and fought with them.”

“They started it.” he replied evenly, not even looking at you. “I didn’t like when they talked about you.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

Hyuk’s expression didn’t change. “They said stuff. I didn’t like it. So I made them stop.”

A beat passed. You swallowed, unsure what to say. It was the kind of thing only Hyuk would casually drop in conversation like it didn’t mean something.

He shifted slightly, then spoke again, voice lower this time.

“I didn’t know how to say things back then. So I just did what I could.”

You let that sit between you for a minute. The sound of the rain, the wind rustling the trees, the way his shoulder was just barely brushing yours.

“You still do that,” you said. “Even now.”

He glanced at you. “What do you mean?”

“You show up. Quietly. You don’t say much… but you’re always there.”

Hyuk looked away again, like he didn’t know what to do with that kind of truth.

You leaned your head against his shoulder gently. “You don’t have to say anything, Hyuk. I’ve always known how to read you.”

He didn’t move, but after a moment, his hand found yours between you — not a full grip, just fingers brushing yours lightly.

And that, from Hyuk, was enough.

✵

[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.

✵

[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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

Could you do (Viral hit) Taehoon x reader pls?

Also I like your writing:)

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

Taehoon x g/n reader

Genre ; fluff ; sfw

Author note ; thank you very much for the compliment on my writing, it’s been long since i last wrote, bit don’t worry guys i see all of your requests, ans as soon as i got time , i’ll do them ;)

The sound of sneakers scuffing against pavement filled the air as you struggled to keep up with Seong Taehoon’s pace. He had invited you to train with him at his dads gym, claiming he needed a “punching bag that could talk back.” You knew better. Taehoon wasn’t the type to ask for company unless he wanted it.

“Seriously? That’s all you got?” he teased, dodging your weak attempt at a jab. His signature smirk was plastered on his face, making you want to wipe it off, preferably with a well-placed kick.

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, lunging at him again.

He sidestepped effortlessly, his hands still tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. “Tsk. You need to work on your footwork. You’re gonna get your ass kicked in a real fight.”

Rolling your eyes, you bent down to tie your loose shoelace. Before you could react, Taehoon flicked your forehead, making you flinch. “You always let your guard down,” he said grinning.

“Yeah? And you always run your mouth,” you shot back, swatting his hand away.

Taehoon chuckled but didn’t deny it. He watched as you stood up, his gaze lingering just a second too long.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, turning away. “Nothing.”

But you weren’t stupid. You’d caught the way his smirk faltered, how his usual cocky demeanor softened for just a moment. It wasn’t the first time, either. Taehoon wasn’t exactly the ‘soft’ type, but lately, he’d been looking at you differently, like he actually cared.

“I can hear you overthinking,” he said suddenly, his voice unusually serious. “Relax, dumbass.”

You scoffed. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

Taehoon hesitated for a second before running a hand through his hair. “…I don’t hate having you around, okay?” His voice was gruff, like he was forcing the words out. “So don’t go getting yourself hurt in some dumb fight.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Seong Taehoon, the human embodiment of sarcasm and eye-rolls, was worried about you?

You decided to push your luck. “Aww, do you like me, Taehoon?”

His ears turned slightly pink, but he scoffed. “Tch. Don’t get cocky.”

But then, in a blink, he stepped closer, his face inches from yours. “But yeah,” he murmured, voice low, “I do like you.”

And before you could fully process what was happening, he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

By the time you snapped out of your daze, Taehoon was already walking away, hands shoved in his pockets like nothing happened.

“Hey-what the hell was that?!” you shouted after him, flustered beyond belief.

He turned his head slightly, smirking. “Guess you’ll have to train harder to catch me and find out.”

Damn him.

And damn your stupid heart for racing.

(This is def not my best work im sorry) 💔

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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]

Hi, I'm also French so if there are any mistakes, sorry. It would be cool if you could redo a story about Oliver in Windbreaker. Maybe with him introducing his girlfriend to his team (I haven't gotten to this passage yet so I don't really know the context) or others, I just want a story with him because he's sorely lacking one, sniff TuT.

The Homescreen Surprise

Oliver x fem!reader

Genre ; sfw ; fluff

Author note ; Hii, in honor of oliver and poel comeback, i’ll write this little story for him :) and it’s true that there are not a lot of stories about oliver but don’t worry about that, im planning on writing more ;) (Premiere fois que je crois une personne française sur tumblr j’en ai presque les larmes aux yeux 🥲)

It was a simple quiet afternoon at the headquarters of the scavenger crew. Veil, Oliver and Clover sat around a small table, sipping drinks and chatting about upcoming races. Clover was sprawled across her chair, scrolling through her phone, while Veil meticulously reviewed the team’s schedule on his tablet.

“Oliver, what’s the route for tomorrow’s ?” Clover asked, not looking up.

Oliver fumbled with his bag, pulling out his phone to double-check. As he turned the screen on, Clover’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of it from across the table. Her straw froze mid-sip.

“Wait a second!” she exclaimed, nearly knocking over her drink. “Oliver! Is that—?”

Oliver’s face turned bright red as he scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. Clover had already seen it.

“Your homescreen is… a girl! A really pretty girl!” she declared, pointing at him accusingly.

Veil’s eyes narrowed as he set down his tablet. “What is she talking about?”

Clover leaned forward, practically bouncing with excitement. “Oliver’s wallpaper is a photo of him and some girl! Who is she, huh? Spill!”

Oliver sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. “Okay, okay, fine,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “Her name is Y/N. She’s… my girlfriend.”

Clover gasped dramatically, clapping her hands together. “I knew it! You’ve been holding out on us! How long has this been going on?”

Oliver hesitated. “Uh… a few months.”

“A few months?” Veil repeated, his tone sharp. “And you didn’t think to tell us?”

“I was going to!” Oliver protested. “I just… wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

Clover leaned over, grinning from ear to ear. “Well, I think it’s adorable. And she’s gorgeous, by the way. How did you manage that, Oliver?”

“Thanks, Clover,” Oliver muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Veil leaned back in his chair, studying Oliver intently. “So why is she your homescreen? That’s pretty bold for you.”

Oliver glanced at his phone, his face softening at the thought. “It’s one of my favorite pictures of us. She said it’s hers too, so… I just put it up. It makes me happy.”

Veil’s expression shifted ever so slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Alright, fair enough. But we’re meeting her soon. If you’re serious about this, we need to know who she is.”

Oliver blinked. “You want to meet her?”

“Of course!” Clover chirped. “She’s basically part of the team now. Plus, I have to make sure she knows all about your embarrassing habits.”

“Clover!”

Veil chuckled lightly, standing up and grabbing his jacket. “You brought this on yourself, Oliver. Next practice, bring her along. If she can put up with you, I’m sure she’ll survive us too.”

As Veil walked toward the door, Clover patted Oliver on the shoulder, her grin as mischievous as ever. “Don’t worry, we’ll go easy on her. Probably.”

Oliver groaned but couldn’t help smiling. Knowing his team wanted to meet Y/N made him nervous, but it also felt right. After all, they were family—chaotic, meddling and loud, but family nonetheless.

The Team Veil headquarters buzzed with energy as Veil, Clover, and the rest of the crew prepared for their visitor. The tools were neatly arranged, bikes were polished, and the usually cluttered space looked almost presentable for once. Clover, sitting cross-legged on the couch, was practically vibrating with excitement.

“I can’t believe Oliver’s actually bringing his girlfriend here,” she said for the tenth time. “It’s like seeing a unicorn or something.”

Veil glanced up from his workbench, raising an eyebrow. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen someone date before. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Clover rolled her eyes. “It’s a huge deal. Oliver’s been so secretive about her, and now we finally get to meet her. Aren’t you at least a little curious?”

“I’m curious about how she’ll handle meeting us,” Veil said with a faint smirk.

Before Clover could respond, the sound of footsteps approached the door. Oliver stepped in, looking slightly nervous but trying his best to act casual. Beside him was Y/N, smiling warmly and exuding a calm confidence.

“Hey, guys,” Oliver said, glancing around. “We’re here.”

“Y/N!” Clover exclaimed, hopping off the couch and rushing over. “Hi! Oh my gosh, I’ve been dying to meet you. You’re even prettier than Oliver said.”

Y/N laughed, shaking Clover’s hand. “Hi, Clover. It’s so nice to meet you too. Oliver’s told me a lot about you.”

“Has he?” Clover asked, her grin widening. “Good things, I hope.”

“Only the best,” Y/N replied.

Veil walked over, his arms crossed as he studied Y/N. His sharp gaze moved from her to Oliver and back again. “So, you’re Y/N.”

Y/N nodded, holding out her hand. “That’s me. And you must be Veil. Oliver talks about you all the time.”

Veil shook her hand firmly, his expression unreadable. “Does he? Hope he didn’t exaggerate.”

Y/N chuckled. “Not at all. He said you’re the most serious one here, and I can see that’s true.”

Clover snickered. “Yup, that’s Veil. Always the tough one.”

Veil gave her a side-eye but then turned back to Y/N. “Well, you’re here. Let’s see if you can keep up with us.”

Oliver frowned. “Veil, come on. She’s not here to—”

“It’s fine,” Y/N interrupted, smiling at Oliver before looking back at Veil. “I wouldn’t mind seeing what you guys are all about.”

Clover clapped her hands. “I knew I’d like you! Come on, I’ll show you around.”

Y/N let Clover lead her on a tour of the garage, laughing at her enthusiastic explanations of every little detail. Meanwhile, Oliver stayed behind with Veil, who leaned against his bike, watching the two girls interact.

“She’s not bad,” Veil said after a moment.

Oliver sighed in relief. “You really think so?”

Veil shrugged. “She’s confident, doesn’t seem fazed by us, and Clover likes her. That’s a good start. Just don’t screw it up.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Veil smirked. “Because we know you.”

By the time Y/N and Clover returned, Y/N had already won the younger girl over completely.

“She’s amazing, Oliver,” Clover announced. “You’re lucky she even likes you.”

“Clover!” Oliver groaned, though Y/N just laughed and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Thanks for letting me visit,” Y/N said to Veil. “I know how important this team is to Oliver, and I wanted to see it for myself. You guys are doing something really special here.”

Veil nodded, his respect for her growing. “You’re welcome anytime. Just don’t let Clover drag you into too much trouble.”

“Hey!” Clover protested, but her grin gave her away.

As the crew settled back into their usual rhythm, Y/N fit in seamlessly, chatting with Clover, admiring the bikes, and even offering to help organize a few things. Watching her from across the room, Oliver couldn’t help but smile.

For the first time, it felt like all the pieces of his life were coming together.

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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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