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[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.

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𒀯𒀯 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Hobin is a broke high school student who gets bullied at school. One day, he gets into a fight with Jiksae, the cameraman of influential newtuber Pakgo. The fight was accidentally recorded and uploaded, garnering a lot of views and quite a bit of money for Hobin.

TAEHOON SEONG

Fics

Between punches and glances

[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]

Hi guys , it’s been a long time since i last wrote, but now i actually have some free time, and i’ve almost finished writing all the request people asked me, so if you have some , please don’t hesitate to send them to me in my ask box !

You can found all the fandom I’m writing for on my profile !

[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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I currently write for ;

Webtoon / manhwa

Lookism

Viral hit

Windbreaker

Reality quest

Juvenile offender

Questism

Anime / manga

Jujutsu kaien

Phantom busters

Tokyo revengers

Windbreaker manga

Haikyuu

Sakamoto days

Blue lock

Jojo’s bizarre adventure

Kaiju no.8

Fairy tail

updated - february 17th 2025

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✪ SPLISH SPLASH WAVECHASER

+ twenty 𖦹 she/her 𖦹

𝟎𝟏. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟎𝟐. 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 𝟎𝟑. 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝟎𝟒. 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 ; 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒

Yukimiya x deaf!g/n!reader

Genre ; fluff ; sfw

Author note ; I’ve just finished reading the manga “a sign of affection” and i was inspired by the flower park scene to write a story so here is it :)

Author note 2 ; I also saw some time ago the trope “ the model and the photographer ” and since yukimiya is a model i decided to use it here ;)

The two-week break after the U-20 match had come at the perfect time for Yukimiya. After weeks of intense training and competition, he finally had a chance to rest and recharge. The first thing he decided to do was spend time with you, his partner, who had always been there to support him, especially during the toughest times.

You were deaf, and though Yukimiya wasn’t fluent in sign language, he loved the way you communicated with your eyes, with gestures, and the small touches that spoke volumes. One of your favorite things to do together was spend quiet days exploring places,just the two of you. Today, you had planned a trip to a beautiful park, one of his favorite spots to relax.

As he met you outside, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft, golden light over the world. He smiled at you, his usual energetic demeanor softened by the gentle mood of the day. You were waiting by the entrance, your eyes lighting up when you saw him.

“Hey.” he mouthed, his lips moving slowly for you to read.

You smiled warmly, nodding in response. You didn’t need to speak; your shared connection went beyond words. You motioned for him to follow, leading the way through the park. The paths were lined with trees that swayed in the breeze, their leaves whispering softly. It was a peaceful, serene atmosphere, exactly what Yukimiya had been longing for.

As the two of you walked, you kept your phone tucked in your hand. You weren’t a professional photographer, but you loved capturing little moments. Today, however, you planned to take a few secret pictures of Yukimiya. When he was focused, unaware, there was something so pure about him that you wanted to preserve.

“Let’s walk over there,” Yukimiya signed, pointing toward a small bridge that arched over a gently flowing stream.

You nodded, smiling. As you walked, you pulled your phone out casually, holding it low in your hand so Yukimiya wouldn’t notice. You’d gotten used to taking pictures of him this way—stealthily, because he was never one to want attention. He always played it off as if he didn’t care about the camera, but you could tell from the way he moved or his fleeting expressions that he was self-conscious.

As you walked side by side, Yukimiya looked up at the sky, his hand adjusting his jacket as the breeze picked up. It was a quiet, serene moment. He looked so peaceful, like the weight of the world had temporarily lifted from his shoulders. You quickly unlocked your phone and snapped a picture of him from behind, his profile framed by the light of the setting sun.

He didn’t notice. You smiled softly, feeling a flutter of warmth in your chest. He was so unaware of how captivating he was, so lost in the world around him, and you loved that about him.

The two of you made your way to the bridge, and Yukimiya leaned over the railing to watch the water flow beneath. You lingered behind him for a moment, your phone still in hand. He was deep in thought, his gaze distant but calm, and you couldn’t resist taking another picture.

You tilted your phone to catch the reflection of his face in the water, the light dancing off the surface as his expression softened. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, the kind you didn’t see on the field or in public, and you felt honored to witness it.

“Are you going to take a picture of everything?” Yukimiya teased, turning his head toward you. He’d caught the subtle movement of your hand, the way you were holding the phone carefully.

You raised an eyebrow at him, keeping the camera pointed away as you pretended to focus on something else. “Maybe,” you signed playfully, your fingers dancing in the air. “You’re just so photogenic.”

Yukimiya laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not photogenic. You’re just sneaky.” He grinned, looking at you with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

You smiled, walking closer to him, your fingers brushing his as you stood beside him. You were careful with your phone, making sure he couldn’t catch a glimpse of the picture you’d just taken. There was something about keeping it a secret, capturing him in these candid, unscripted moments, that made it feel special.

As you both stood there for a while, enjoying the sound of the water and the rustling of leaves in the breeze, you took another quick photo. This time, it was of his hand resting on the railing, his fingers gently curling around the wood. It was a simple shot, but it told you everything you needed to know. It was his moment of peace, his vulnerability.

“I think that’s enough pictures for today,” Yukimiya said after a while, smiling at you as you slipped the phone back into your pocket.

You looked up at him, a soft smile crossing your face. You shook your head, making a motion with your fingers that said “Never enough.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. Instead, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you both walked back toward the park exit. The air had started to cool, but it didn’t matter. You were together, and that was all that mattered.

As the two of you strolled along the path, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. You had captured moments of him, moments he probably wouldn’t even remember, and you cherished those private, quiet photographs. They were a reminder that you saw him for who he truly was, beyond the athlete, beyond the expectations.

As you approached the gate, Yukimiya stopped and turned toward you. He signed slowly, his eyes soft. “I don’t know what you see when you look at me… but thank you for always seeing me.”

You smiled and reached up, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead before signing back, “I see everything. And I’ll always capture it.”

With that, you both left the park together, hand in hand, knowing that while the photos may stay on your phone, the memories would always be in your heart.

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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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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Fanfiction

Love ? (Sakura haruka x reader)

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𝐉𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⇨ Fanfiction

Soft place to land (Lee yuseong x reader)

[swrkn]

Hello, could you write a request for a “Wind Breaker” story where Sakura Haruka falls in love with someone and how his friends would react to finding out? Please.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ?

Sakura x g/n reader

Genre ; fluff , sfw

Author note ; hii, your the first person to ask me to write for windbreaker, so i would like to thank you ;) English is not my first language so im sorry if you see any mistakes

It started on a quiet autumn evening. The streets outside Furin High were unusually calm, with the wind carrying the faint scent of roasted coffee. Haruka Sakura found himself drawn to the warmth of a small café he had passed countless times but never entered. Tonight, though, something told him to step inside.

The bell above the door chimed, and he was met with the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries. Behind the counter was where you stood your name tag reading (y/n). You were wiping down the counter. When you noticed him, your eyes lit up, and you greeted him with a cheerful, “Welcome! What can I get for you?”

Haruka was caught off guard. It wasn’t your beauty alone but the way your smile seemed to melt the tension he carried. For the first time in what felt like forever, he stammered. “Uh… just coffee. Please.”

As you prepared his order, Haruka found himself watching you. You moved with a quiet confidence, humming softly to yourself. When you placed the cup in front of him, you added, “You look like you’ve had a rough day. Coffee on the house if you tell me about it.”

Haruka blinked, unused to anyone prying into his life. “It’s nothing..” he said gruffly. But you weren’t fazed. You leaned on the counter, with a steady gaze.

“Sometimes, talking helps. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine too. I’ll just keep you company.”

From that day on, Haruka found himself returning to the café. At first, it was for the coffee, or so he told himself. But soon, he realized it was (y/n) who drew him in. You were everything he wasn’t—warm, open, and unafraid to ask questions.

One evening, as the café emptied out and you began closing up, Haruka stayed behind. You handed him a cup of his usual coffee, your fingers brushing his.

“You know, Haruka,�� you said softly, “you don’t have to act so tough all the time. I like the quiet side of you, too.”

It was a simple statement, but it hit him hard. For the first time

Haruka Sakura rarely talked about his personal life with his friends, but something had been different lately. He’d been quieter, his usual sharpness dulled, his focus elsewhere. His friends noticed, and it didn’t take long for Suo to call him out.

The group was sitting like usual at kotoha’s restaurant, taking a break from their patrols. Haruka barely touched his food, alarming the boys even more.

“Well Sakura, what’s happening ?” Suo said, leaning back in his chair. A small grin was plastered on his face. “You’ve been acting weird. Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft on us.”

Haruka frowned but didn’t deny it. He glanced at Nirei, who raised an eyebrow and looked a little concerned, Taiga, who slurped his noodles but was clearly listening, and Kiryu, who just dropped his phone,starting to get interested in this conversation. Haruka sighed, realizing there was no way out of this.

“There’s… this person..” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual.

The table went silent for a moment before Suo erupted in laughter. “No way! Haruka Sakura? In love? This is gold!”

“Shut up !” Haruka muttered, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks.

Nirei leaned forward, genuinely curious. “Who is it?”

“They work at that café by the train station,” Haruka said, his eyes softening as he thought of you. “They’re… different. They don’t care about all this fighting stuff. They just… see me. Like the real me.”

His friends exchanged glances, surprised by the rare vulnerability in Haruka’s tone. Kiryu finally spoke, his voice serious. “Does she know how you feel?”

Haruka shook his head,his blushing getting worse. “Not yet. I don’t even know if I should tell her. What if I screw it up?”

Suo clapped him on the back, nearly knocking him. “Come on, man. You can take down ten guys in a fight without breaking a sweat, and you’re scared of talking to the person you like? Just tell them how you feel. Worst case, they doesn’t feel the same. But I’ve got a feeling they do.”

The group fell into their usual banter, teasing Haruka but also offering encouragement. For the first time, Haruka felt a bit of hope. Maybe Suo was right. Maybe it was time to stop holding back.

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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.

[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]

It’s great to see a new writer for wb, all your fics are so nice and fluffy :>

Since your requests are open, may I request something for Monster? Anything is good

Wing Of Confort

Deokbong Kim (monster) x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , confort

Author note ; thank you so much for the compliment <33 , i will write a fic a little short , so if you want another one or one longer , please tell me ;) English in not my first language !!

The gym was empty, save for the rhythmic sound of fists hitting the heavy bag. Monster was relentless, each punch landing with a dull thud, his muscles taut and sweat dripping down his face. The room echoed with the force of his frustration. He didn’t want to think—didn’t want to feel—but no matter how hard he hit, the memory of Hummingbird flying past him lingered.

He’d lost before, but this one felt different. It wasn’t just about losing the race. It was about what it meant. He’d poured everything into it, and it still hadn’t been enough.

The sound of the door creaking open broke through his haze. Monster stopped, his chest heaving as he turned to see you, standing in the doorway. Your eyes were filled with concern, but you didn’t say anything at first, just quietly walked over to him.

“Deokbong…” you said softly, with your voice carrying a warmth that cut through the cold silence of the gym.

He looked away, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his tone sharp.

You crossed your arms, with a steady gaze. “You don’t have to pretend with me , you know ?”

He let out a bitter laugh, his hands clenching into fists. “You wouldn’t get it. I trained so hard, and it didn’t matter. They were faster. I wasn’t good enough.”

You stepped closer, your eyes never leaving his. “You think this is just about winning or losing? You’ve always been more than that to me. You’re not defined by one race, Deokbong.”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping as the weight of his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. “Then what am I, Y/n? If I’m not the best, then who am I?”

You reached out, placing a hand on his cheek and gently turning his face toward you. Your touch was soft, grounding. “You’re the guy who never gives up, no matter how hard things get. The guy who inspires everyone around him, even when he’s struggling.”

For a moment, Monster didn’t say anything. Your words struck something deep inside him, breaking through the wall of self-doubt he’d been building since the race.

“I don’t feel like that guy right now,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible.

You offered him a small smile. “You don’t have to. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. But that doesn’t change who you are. You’ll find your way again, and when you do, you’ll be even stronger.”

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. Monster stiffened at first, but then he let out a shaky breath, his arms slowly coming up to hold you. The tension in his body began to ease as he let himself lean into her comfort.

You stood there in silence for a while, the steady rhythm of your breathing the only sound in the room. It wasn’t about fixing everything in that moment; it was about being there for each other, about knowing he didn’t have to face this alone.

“Thanks,” he said softly, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“Always,” you replied, your hand gently running through his hair. “We’ll get through this together.”

Monster knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but with you by his side, he felt a spark of hope. He wasn’t alone, and that made all the difference.

It was a short story but i don’t have lot of inspiration with monster :( if you want another request with him you can send another request :)

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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.

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