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[swrkn]

Hi!!! Can I request furin first years (suo, nirei, sakura and kiryu) having a crush on reader who’s VERY POPULAR like very popular. they have a title in town, who got everyone wrapped around their finger and everything they do is getting praised and fawned by everyone. For example reader is just walking to school and passers by will say: “theyre walking” “so cute” “and feminine” and cue the boys getting jealous? 😂 i just really think its cute and funny after watching toilet bound hanako-kun / after school hanako-kun

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Various windbreaker x fem!reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; got MASSIVE inspiration from teruashi for this one and got a lot a of fun writing it , thanks for your request !!

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚

It started the second your footsteps hit the street.

“Ah! [Y/N], that outfit looks amazing on you!”

“She waved at me—did you see that? She waved!”

“I heard she got full marks again… classic [Y/N]. She’s unreal.”

The usual murmur of the town morphed into a gentle buzz the moment you walked by. Compliments flew like cherry blossoms in spring, soft and constant. You barely noticed. You always did smile at people, always did help the old man on the corner with his cart. You weren’t trying to be idolized—you just were.

And standing in the middle of all of it, arms crossed and frown deepening, was Sakura.

He leaned against the wall outside the convenience store, barely pretending to look at his phone as you walked past. His mismatched tracking your every move.

God, you didn’t even try.

“Hey, [Y/N]!” one guy called from across the street. “That speech you gave at the community event—seriously, you should run for mayor!”

You laughed. “Only if Sakura’s my bodyguard.”

He choked. Literally choked on the drink he’d been sipping.

You glanced at him with that bright grin, clueless as ever. “What? You’re the strongest guy I know. People would listen.”

“…Tch,” he muttered, turning his face away quickly so you wouldn’t see the heat creeping up his neck.

He hated this.

He didn’t hate you. He hated how much he liked you.

You had the whole town dancing around you like you were royalty, and he wasn’t immune either. He just… refused to be obvious about it.

Another group passed by, giggling after you complimented someone’s earrings. One girl whispered, not-so-quietly, “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

His jaw clenched.

He pushed off the wall and fell into step beside you.

“You’re like a magnet,” he said flatly, not looking at you.

You blinked up at him. “Huh?”

“People. They follow you around like stray cats. You breathe and someone’s writing a poem about it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Jealous?”

His ears turned red. “Tch—of them? N-No.”

“Then who?”

He froze.

Shit.

You stopped walking, tilting your head at him, playful but patient. Like you were trying to see through his walls without even knocking.

“…Forget it,” he muttered, brushing past you, voice low. “Just don’t smile at anyone else like that today.”

You grinned. “Why not?”

“Because,” he said, finally glancing back with something soft in his usually guarded eyes, “you’ll make me start fights.”

𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨

You stroll along the lakeside promenade, sunlight dancing on the water. The town’s folk—tourists, shop owners, schoolkids—pause to greet you:

“Good morning, [Y/N]!”

“That ribbon looks lovely on you, it matches the dawn sky.”

“Our town’s heart beats wherever you go.”

Soft smiles, warm nods—your quiet kindness and natural charisma enchant everyone. You stop to tie a child’s shoelace ; they beam up at you, and you wave gently. The passerby holler after you: “You make this town shine!”

Suo follows a short distance behind, hands behind his back. His expression remains serene, almost unreadable—but his gaze stays fixed on you. It almost looks like there is no jealousy in sight, only that silent intensity he reserves for those he truly values.

As you skirt the water’s edge, Suo take a last glance at you before deciding to step by your side.

“You really shouldn’t overdo it.” he says quietly. His voice, calm and even, carries a weight that makes you glance at him.

You look puzzled. “Overdo what ?”

You reach out, gently brushing against the fabric of his sleeve. Suo glances at your hand but doesn’t pull away. “You’re drawing everyone’s attention,” he says softly, tone measured and clear. “But..” he pauses, as if weighing his words carefully, “I’d rather be the one whose attention you truly feel.”

A hush seems to settle between you, the world’s noise dimming. His words are quiet, almost reluctant, reflecting the emotional restraint he’s taught himself. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, yet the weight behind that sentence…it’s heavy with intention.

You smile, understanding more in his silence than any grand gesture could convey. Suo inclines his head slightly, always respectful, like a gentleman in his element.

you feel it in full: his calm is a shield, his devotion a precise act of care, subtle, unwavering, and utterly his.

𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐢

The sun hung low over Makochi, casting a warm golden hue across the bustling streets. You strolled through the town square, a gentle breeze tousling your hair, drawing the admiring gazes of passersby. Your presence was magnetic and your beauty undeniable. Whispers followed you like a soft echo, compliments floated in the air, and every step you took seemed to captivate the crowd.

Amidst the sea of voices, one pair of eyes observed you from a distance—Akihiko Nirei. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with a subtle tension as he watched you interact with others. A faint frown tugged at his lips, and his grip tightened around his notebook, the pages crinkling under the pressure.

‘Why does she have to be so perfect ?’ he thought, his heart racing. ‘Everyone notices her… but does she even see me ?´

He watched as you laughed with a group of students, your smile lighting up the area. A pang of jealousy shot through him. He had always admired you from afar, cherishing the moments when you would share a brief conversation or a smile. But today, seeing you surrounded by admirers, he felt a sting he couldn’t ignore.

As you approached the café where he sat, his heart skipped a beat. You waved at him, your eyes sparkling with recognition. “Hey, Nirei! I’m happy to see you here!”

He stood up quickly, his face flushing slightly. “H-Hey! Uh, yeah, just taking a break from our patrol.” he stammered, trying to mask his unease.

You smiled warmly. “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not! Please, sit !” he gestured to the empty chair across from him.

As you settled in, the conversation flowed easily. Nirei found himself laughing at your jokes, his earlier discomfort melting away in your presence. Yet, a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that he was competing for your attention, not just with his friends but with the entire town.

Later that day, as you parted ways, you gave him a quick hug. “See you around, Nirei. Take care!”

He watched you walk away, his feelings a whirlwind of admiration and longing. ‘Maybe one day… he mused, I’ll be more than just a friend to her.’

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐮

You stood near the entrance of a quaint café, waiting for Kiryu. He had invited you to join him for a casual evening, a rare occurrence that filled you with anticipation.

Today, more than usual, eyes followed you: admiring glances, hushed compliments, even a few nervous smiles.

When Kiryu finally arrived, his face remained composed—just a slight slack of his shoulders, a fleeting shadow over his usually gentle smile. Anyone else might have missed it, but you felt something shift in the air.

“Want to eat somewhere quieter today?”

You tilted your head. “Is everything okay?”

He hesitated, then looked away. “..if you’d rather, I can go somewhere else.”

Your heart almost skipped a beat. “I like being with you.”

He offered a small, relieved smile, glancing toward a group of students who turned to stare as you entered. One brave soul waved at you, making you smile a little.

Kiryu’s jaw tightened just enough. He stepped closer, subtly shielding you. Was he feeling jealous ? Totally. Could he do something about that ? Sadly not.

Inside, you ordered your favorites. As you chatted about things like homework, your upcoming art project—Kiryu seemed more distant. When the student from earlier tried to hit on you and leaned in your personal space, clearly making you uncomfortable.

Kiryu stiffened. He leaned forward, shielding you from the offender. “Excuse me,” he said quietly but firmly to him. “That’s enough.”

The student tensed and finally backed off. You met Kiryu’s gaze. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shook his head, face unreadable. “Don’t worry, it was nothing.”

Underneath his calm demeanor, his chest rose and fell a bit faster. You felt the protective tension radiating from him.

After the café trip, you walked outside into the golden twilight. Silence hung between you until Kiryu stopped and faced you, dusk lighting catching the soft pink of his hair.

“You’re going to keep being stared at,” he said quietly. “And I… it bothers me.”

Your heart fluttered. “I know. I’m sorry it made you uncomfortable.”

He swallowed, swallowing more than words. “I… I don’t like it when others take what should be my time with you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but charged with feeling.

His features suddenly softened, a rare vulnerability peeking through his usual gentle smile. “Don’t let them take that.” He offered his arm.

You linked yours with his, smiling back. As the evening breeze picked up, it felt like everything had shifted—calm waters stirred at last, revealing the warmth of what was blossoming beneath.

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[swrkn]

Hiii you said you mostly write sfw could you tell me your request rules for your other genres like what you will write and wont write? 👀

Hii , I mostly write sfw/fluff but I can also write angst , hurt/confort , some crossover and also alternative universe (AU) and dark fic too ( not that explicit tho ) ^^

I can also write nsfw but I’m still pretty bad at it so that’s why I don’t do it right now 😓

[swrkn]

Test test are you still open request? 🤔 just want to checking even though there's already a word saying request is open

Hii , yeah my request are still open , you can find the fandom I’m writing for on my page ^^

[swrkn]

𒀯𒀯 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Eugene, a high school student, initially didn't believe in ghosts until he meets Mogari, a descendant of spiritual mediums, who attends a regular high school but is required by his family to conduct exorcisms in Kamakura, a place known for spirits gathering.

MASTERLIST

MORAGI

EUGENE

KAORU

TAMON

ICHIMIYA

[swrkn]

Hi!! Could I request Mahon Jo x reader where she beats him in a race (he lets her win) and he falls for her? 🖤

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃

Mahon Jo X fem!reader

Genre ; fluff , sfw

Author note ; Hii , I’m really sorry it took me a long time to see your request because of school I wasn’t on tumblr :( but since i finished for this year I’ll definitely have a lot of time to write !!

The streets were alive with the hum of evening traffic, the golden hues of sunset painting the pavement in warm tones. You adjusted your grip on the handlebars, your heart already pounding in anticipation. Beside you, Mahon Jo stretched lazily, his usual smirk playing on his lips.

"Another race?" he teased, rolling his bike closer. "You never learn, do you?"

You shot him a glare, but there was no real heat behind it. "Shut up. Today’s the day I finally beat you."

Mahon chuckled, shaking his head. "Keep dreaming."

But there was something different about the way he looked at you today : something softer, less taunting. You didn’t have time to think of it though, because the moment your eyes met, the two of you took off without another word.

The wind roared in your ears as you pedaled furiously, your muscles burning. Mahon was always faster, always stronger, but you refused to let him pull ahead this time. You matched his speed, weaving through the narrow alleys and sharp turns with practiced ease.

And then—something strange happened.

As you neared the final stretch, Mahon’s usual burst of speed never came. Instead, he stayed just half a bike length behind you, his usual competitive fire dimmed. You crossed the finish line first, skidding to a stop as you turned to face him, chest heaving.

"Did you just… let me win?"

Mahon slowed to a stop beside you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he grinned. "Maybe."

You narrowed your eyes. "Why?"

He shrugged, looking away as if suddenly interested in the pavement. "Maybe I just wanted to see you smile when you won for once."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Later that evening, the two of you sat on the curb outside a convenience store, sharing a bag of chips as the streetlights flickered on. The air between you was different ; lighter, charged with something unspoken.

"So," you started, nudging his shoulder, "you’re admitting I’m faster than you now?"

Mahon snorted. "In your dreams."

"Then why’d you let me win?"

He hesitated, his fingers tapping restlessly against his knee. For the first time since you’d known him, Mahon looked nervous.

"Because," he finally muttered, "I like you."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and real. You blinked, your pulse skyrocketing.

"You… what?"

Mahon groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Don’t make me say it again."

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. "Say it one more time. Just to be sure."

He turned to look at you then, his dark eyes serious. "I like you. A lot. And I didn’t want to see you frustrated after losing to me again, so… I let you win."

Your heart swelled. "So what you’re saying is… you’re whipped ?"

Mahon groaned again, but he was smiling. "Shut up."

You laughed while leaning into him. "Guess this means I don’t have to race you anymore to get your attention, huh?"

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "You’re still racing me. But next time? I won’t go easy on you."

You smirked. "Good. Because I wouldn’t want you to."

And as the city buzzed around you, you realized winning the race hadn’t been the only victory of this day.

It was also this.

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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.

✵

[swrkn]

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

Kuroko no basket

updated - july 6th 2025

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

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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

𒀯𒀯 From an early age, Haruka Sakura was an outcast due to his unconventional appearance and lack of social skills. However, after enrolling at Furin High School, Sakura has only one goal—to become the best.

HARUKA SAKURA

Fics

Love ?

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

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Perfect pretty girl

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𝐉𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⇨ Fanfiction

Soft place to land (Lee yuseong x reader)