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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
noise dept.
Sade Olutola
Origami Around
blake kathryn
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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cherry valley forever
taylor price
Game of Thrones Daily
Discoholic 🪩
RMH
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todays bird
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
seen from Brazil
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seen from Colombia
seen from Singapore
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seen from United States
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@mscatheart
Hi! I was wondering why you included a glossary in your Xavier piece. It’s a truly kind gesture but they’re very common words…
I am a student who studies in English literature, english is not my first language. I add the meanings because I don't want to forget them.
I know the words but there may someone who doesn't. Maybe there is more words that I don't know or simply can't remember.
Request Pano:
Fandoms I can take request for:
-Windbreaker (Manhwa)
-Love and Deepspace
-Twisted Wonderland
-Genshin Impact
-Honkai Star Rail
-Viral Hit (Manhwa)
.... (I will add more later)
These are the ones for requests, I can write for other fandoms that I am in if I want to.
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Xavier as your boyfriend
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The Blanket Thief (Who Denies It)
Xavier is an absolute furnace when he sleeps, but he instinctively migrates toward your side of the bed for warmth. By 3:00 AM, he will have wrapped himself tightly in the entire duvet like a giant burrito, completely taking over the blankets. If you try to pull them back, he’ll half-wake up, tighten his grip, and drag you into the bundle with him, resting his heavy head on your shoulder so you can't escape.
Weaponized Deadpan Teasing
He loves making ridiculous, absurd excuses with a completely straight face just to get your attention or physical affection. If you’re busy at your desk, he’ll wander over, rest his chin heavily on top of your head, and deadpan that his Evol is running out of battery and needs "tactile charging." He won't move until you stop what you're doing and turn around to hold him.
Food Theft as a Love Language
Sharing food with Xavier is a full-time negotiation. He will casually reach across the table to steal fries, snacks, or dessert off your plate without even asking. However, he balances this out by always saving the very best bite of his own meal for you, holding it out on his fork or spoon with a soft, quiet smile before you can even ask.
Silent, *Unobtrusive Caretaking
Xavier doesn't make a big show of taking care of you; he just does it behind the scenes. If you come home exhausted, you’ll find your favorite drink sitting ready, a hot bath already drawn, and his heavy jacket placed over your shoulders the second you step through the door. He’ll take off your shoes for you and carry you to bed without saying a single word about how tired he is himself.
Fixing Everything You Touch
He has centuries of practical knowledge and an encyclopedic mind. If a cabinet door is squeaking, a zipper is stuck, or an electronic device is glitching in your apartment, Xavier will quietly pull out a random *assortment of tools and fix it within five minutes. He’ll never bring it up or ask for praise, you’ll just notice one day that everything in your living space works perfectly.
Low-Battery Public Affection vs. High-Stamina Private Affection
In public, Xavier’s affection is subtle and gently holding your hand in his coat pocket, resting his forehead against yours on a quiet tram ride, or keeping a protective hand on the small of your back in a crowded street. But once the door closes and you are alone, his sleepy persona completely *evaporates. He becomes intensely focused, tactile, and possessive, wanting zero physical distance between you.
The Unshakeable Safety Net
Because he has lived through centuries of loss and cosmic chaos, minor daily problems or relationship arguments never *rattle him. If you break something, mess up a recipe, or have a terrible day at work, Xavier remains an unshakeable anchor. He’ll pull you into a tight embrace and remind you in a low, grounding voice that as long as you're safe, nothing else in the world matters.
Spontaneous "Off-Track" Detours
Xavier isn't a rigid schedule planner. His favorite dates are completely spontaneous *detours getting on a random bus just to see where it goes, taking you to an obscure rooftop to watch the stars, or dragging you out of the apartment at midnight because he saw a late-night dessert shop was open. He loves "wasting time" with you because time spent with you never feels wasted to him.
Subtle Territorial Habits
He loves marking his presence in your life in subtle ways. He will "accidentally" leave his oversized hoodies, books, or spare cuffs around your place so it smells like him. If you wear his clothes, his eyes will darken with a quiet, satisfied pride. He also hates when you spend too much time looking at your phone or work when he’s around, and he will gently slip the phone out of your hands and replace it with his own fingers.
The Bucket-List Keeper
Xavier keeps a mental (and sometimes physical) list of every small thing you mention wanting to do, try, or visit. Even if you mentioned a specific bakery or stargazing spot months ago in passing, he will remember it. Weeks later, when you least expect it, he’ll hand you two tickets or take your hand and walk you straight to the place you wished for, enjoying the surprised look on your face.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Words that you may not know:
*Unobtrusive: not noticeable, blending in well, and not drawing attention to yourself or an object.
*Assortment: a collection or a mixture of different types of things, items, or people grouped together.
*Evaporate: to change from a liquid into a gas, to disappear completely, or to remove moisture.
*Rattle: making a rapid series of short, sharp sounds, a toy or snake tail, or feeling nervous and unsettled.
*Detour: a longer, indirect route taken to avoid a problem, reach a stop along the way, or bypass a closed road.
a.n: After almost a year and half, I wanted to write again. I myself don't play Love and Deepspace, I played once and dropped because getting cards and leveling them up is too hard and I didn't want to pay for the game because of it. But I searched for the character, analysed it again and took notes for my upcoming (?) stories. The reason why I do a exhausting searching is I don't like just writing what's in my head, since the character himself is not my oc. And I don't like writing ooc characters. Have a nice day.
hyuk kwon x reader
He teaches you about bikes (and reassures you a bit)
English is not my first language
ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩
It’s a warm, breezy evening in Hongdae. Street performers are still packing up their gear, and the usual chatter of students and skaters echoes faintly down the alley. You and Hyuk are tucked into a quiet pocket near the back of Hongdae Playground far enough from the crowd, but close enough to hear the occasional drumbeat from a busker across the street.
He’s been practicing sprints around the nearby block, weaving through the narrow roads like he owns them. You’ve been sitting on a low ledge with a pocari water bottle in one hand and a stopwatch app running on your phone in the other, watching him burn laps under the soft orange glow of the streetlights.
When he slows to a stop near you, breathing hard, you pass him the bottle.
“You always ride like someone’s chasing you?” you ask, smirking a little.
He takes a long drink before answering. “That’s the point.”
You roll your eyes and hop down from the ledge. “Break time?”
He nods once, following you to a nearby convenience store tucked between two karaoke joints. You grab a few things water, banana milk, and a couple of triangle kimbaps then head back to your usual spot on the concrete.
He sits beside you on the edge, wiping sweat from his forehead with the towel you handed him earlier. His bike rests nearby, frame still humming faintly from the heat of the ride.
“You really love that thing, huh?” you say, eyes on the polished metal.
Hyuk glances at his bike. “It’s part of me.”
You kick your legs lightly. “Can you teach me the parts again? I forgot, like… 90% of what you said last time.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Frame first. Everything’s built on that. Light, stiff, minimal flex.”
You nod slowly, eyes tracing the lines of his bike.
He taps the fork next. “Carbon. It doesn’t absorb much, but it keeps you fast. You feel the road.”
“And the wheels?” you ask, leaning in a little.
“Deep rims. Aero. They cut through wind easier.” He pauses. “Back one’s even better. Disc style smooth, no spokes. Less resistance.”
You look at the handlebars. “And those?”
“Bullhorns. For control when sprinting. Helps with leverage.”
There’s something calming in how he explains it not showing off, just sharing. His voice is quieter now, steadier.
“And the pedals?” you ask, nudging one with your foot.
He nods. “Clip-ins. Lock your shoes into place. More power transfer. Less wasted movement.”
You hum softly. “Sounds serious.”
“It is.”
A comfortable silence settles between you, these moments were normally Hyuk's favourite ones with anybody else. But he liked when you ask questions to him, maybe out of real curiosity about bikes or curiousity out of knowing him. Either way, he didn't mind. He liked when you yap. Luckily you had a question that he can take his time to think.
Then, maybe too casually, you ask:
“Do you like girls who race?”
Hyuk’s head turns just slightly. Not sharply. Not startled. Just... attentive.
“Why?” he asks.
You shrug, pretending to focus on the plastic wrapper in your hands. “Just curious. You’re always surrounded by racers. You talk about bikes like they’re breathing. I figured maybe you’d want someone who rides like you since it interests you.”
He doesn’t answer right away.
Instead, he picks at the tape on his bar wrap. You’re about to backtrack say it was a dumb question.
"You don't need to answer..." Your voice lowered.
“It’s not about racing,” he says. “Not really.”
You glance up. His tone’s unreadable, but his gaze is steady.
“I don’t care if she’s in a crew or rides fixed or knows what gear ratio means.” He shifts slightly, elbows resting on his knees. “I care if she shows up. If she means it.”
You blink. “What do you mean?”
He shrugs. “Anyone can race. But riding real riding it’s different. You have to want it. Even if you’re not fast. Even if no one sees it.”
You’re quiet for a moment. “So you’d date someone who didn’t ride at all?”
He meets your eyes. “If she showed up every day anyway? Yeah.”
Your chest tightens a little.
He looks away again, not in discomfort, just like he’s said everything he needs to. “It’s not the bike. It’s the person holding it.”
You stare at him. Not because you’re shocked, he’s always been quietly intense but because this feels… raw. Simple, but real.
You exhale slowly. “That’s a good answer.”
He doesn’t smile, but his jaw relaxes.
You both fall into another easy silence. Somewhere nearby, a guy yells after his friend across the street. You hear the whir of a delivery scooter, smell the sweet, fried batter of hotteok from a stand down the block.
After a while, you look down at the pedals again. “Think I could ever actually ride?”
Hyuk doesn’t hesitate. “You already do.”
You scoff. “I’ve never clipped in.”
He gestures to his bike. “Come here.”
You hesitate. “Hyuk…”
“I’ll hold you.”
Your heartbeat jumps a little, but you do what he says. You step up, swing a leg over, and grip the bars.
He crouches beside you, steady hands guiding your foot into place. “Toes in. Heel out. Just like that.”
The pedal clicks.
You don’t move.
“Breathe,” he says, voice soft.
You do.
He walks beside you as you push off, slow and careful. The tires roll over the alley stones. You don’t fall.
When you stop, still clipped in, he’s right beside you.
“Not bad,” he says.
You grin. “Thanks for holding me.”
His eyes flick up to yours. “I always will.”
You freeze, unsure what to say. But the thing is, he means it. You can hear it in his voice. He doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean.
The moment hangs between you like a held breath.
Then he steps back and reaches for his bike again. “Come on. Let’s walk back through the main street before it gets too loud.”
You nod and fall in step beside him, still a little breathless. Neon lights begin to flicker across storefronts as the night crowd rolls in students.
You nudge his arm gently. “Same time tomorrow?”
He gives a short nod. “Bring less questions.”
You grin. “Not a chance.”
He doesn’t look at you, but his hand brushes yours as he leads the way back.
And for the first time, the space between you doesn’t feel so wide.
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the way i searched for bike parts for this (at 1 a.m by the way)
LOVE MADE ME CRAZY
Summary: reader gets hurt/is in danger. That's all. @shintaru @ravenwritten @zyart-jpg @i-nssomniia
Unfortunately, I haven't written too violent scene where they actually go insane over the reader getting hurt. This is pretty light themed compared to what I had in mind. Sometimes scenarios write themselves, I swear o(TヘTo) くぅ I really wanna rewrite this again, especially with Joker. This had so much potential damn....
Dividers cred: @enchanthings
OLIVER:
New York's streets were busy as always, the cars stuck in the traffic, cars buzzing with honks and aggressive cussing from the people inside.
But Oliver didn't have time to pay them any mind or get slowed down by the traffic. He furiously pedaled on his bike, smoothly slipping through the busy roads, his grip tight on his handlebars as sweat run down his face.
Why was he in such hurry?
Well, your previous message, which said "SOS", and your shared location could pretty much explain why. You were in danger, a horrible one that you couldn't get out of so asking your boyfriend for help was most agreeable solution for now. Since you couldn't call the police due to illegally delivering the guns costumer asked for.
Oliver turned in the alleyway, flying down the stairs and smoothly avoiding all the obstacles that were getting in his way.
When he exit from the annoying path, he saw two suspicious men searching for something - someone. His eyes caught the glimpse of two tall guys cornering someone against a wall and the familiar color of your hair.
That was it.
One of the guy was gripping your arms so harshly, his grip tight enough to leave the bruises, his smirk was sickingly cruel. "Come on, lady. Where did you hide the sample?"
"Give it to us yourself, if you don't want us to strip you naked right here." The second guy said, playing with a knife in his hands as if trying to intimidate you further.
But you stayed stubborn. This sample was too important to just give it away to some delinquents. And it was Michael's orders. You still remember his cold voice that sent shivers down your spine when he told you to don't lose the sample even if you were to die.
You glared at the boys in front of you. "I'm sorry but I will not let you take the sample. I don't care how you'll threaten me."
At your answer, one of the guy's vein popped up on his forehead and he raised his hand before you could even process his reaction. "YOU BIT-"
But before he could lay his hand on you, he got hit by something hard on his head. Something made out of metal. Your eyes immediately recognized the familiar dark blue hair waving in the air and his attractive ocean eyes.
"Oliver!!" You happily exhaled, but that celebration was cut short.
"You bastard!" The second guy charged at Oliver with knife in his hand. He swang it towards Oliver's face but thankfully your boyfriend managed to dodge it, just his mask getting cut slightly in the process.
Oliver formed a fist with his hand and punched the guy right in the solar plexus, making him drop the knife and fall on the ground to catch his breath.
Oliver then glanced at you, walking towards you while scanning your figure. "Are you hurt?" He asked, his face twisted in concerned expression.
"Just few scratches but otherwise I'm fine!" You replied. "I don't have any serious injuries so don't worry!"
He immediately pulled you into his embrace, his arms wrapped around your waist while he rest his chin on your shoulder. "Thank God..." He whispered, his voice kind of shaky.
"Thank you for coming." You pulled his mask down, pressing your lips to his cheek to thank him.
"You don't have to thank me." He spoke, petting your back gently.
Then he turned around to look at the guys on the ground, his eyes darkening and his hold on you got stronger, as if afraid you would disappear on him.
"Let's just leave." He held your hand, walking away from the scene as fast as he could, dragging you away with him.
Those assholes should thank him that he prioritized your safety and peace over beating them up to death for even thinking of harming you.
But all his anget disappeared the moment he got hold hands with you again, promising you to take you at amusement park today. He had to make up for what was ruined for you today, after all.
JOKER:
Today was the day every couple celebrated—valentine. Even the streets were decorated in cute red ribbons and colorful balloons, shops have lowered their prices just for this special day, so many couples were going on dates and you and Hajun were no exceptions.
You were dressed up in beautiful red dress, wearing black boots, your hair tied up with a bow, your face touched up by make-up, wearing the ruby heart necklace Hajun gave you this morning as a gift, while he was wearing matching jewelry for you.
It was clear as day that he put thoughts in his appearance today. His hair wasn't as messy as before but more balanced, his outfit was more carefully picked—not wearing same street style anymore but instead neat black pants and red shirt that hugged his chest and most of all, he tried to match with you.
How sweet.
He even saved up money, despite getting beaten up everyday at his job, just for this day. Just to take you to your favorite restaurant and treat you well. Just to see your lovely smile again.
But it's as if fate never wished any peace upon him, as if it was forbidden for him to ever make his loved one happy...
You were standing next to him while waiting for cotton candies with him, holding his hand, completely unaware of the guy snapping a picture under your dress, turning around to show it to his friends. But Hajun noticed, the moment he turned to face you to see your smile, he was meet with horrific sight.
He didn't hesitate to grab that guy by the collar, lifting him up roughly enough to make it hard for him to breathe. "Delete that picture."
Some of the guy's friends ran off, but some stayed behind. Hajun took the guy's phone away from his hand and handed it to you, so you could delete the picture that was taken of you.
The situation was grim, even the cotton candy seller didn't know how to act. But Hajun couldn't careless about others's discomfort. What mattered right now is that you were scared and the date—ruined.
As nice as it would have been if Joker just let go, he couldn't hold himself back from slamming that guy on the ground. Which caused his friends to act up out of frustration, as if they had any right to even get angry about this situation.
Punch after punch, hit after hit—the date you were supposed to enjoy turned into horror film. Your heart almost burst out of your chest when one of them hit Hajun right in the spine.
The old lady that has long forgotten your cotton candy shakingly typed 112 in her phone, reporting the fight that was happening in front of her.
Sure, Hajun was handling the well—he truly was. But that still didn't stop you from hitting one of the guy with your handbag. You couldn't just stay still after all.
But it soon backfired when the guy grabbed your handbag mid air. You immediately let go of the object and before the guy could even get closer to you, Hajun punched him in the jaw strongly enough to knock him out.
Around 10 guys were groaning on the ground, clenching their broken bones while some were unconscious.
Hajun immediately checked up on you, his eyes filled with worry even though he couldn't display it well. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asked gently, hesitant whether it was alright to touch you now or not.
You shook your head, holding onto the necklace he gifted you this morning. "I'm fine, Hajun...You should be worried about yourself though. Your back—"
"I'm fine." He spoke up softly, offering the reassurance you needed right now. "Did you delete the picture?"
You nodded your head, looking down at the phone that was still in your hand, noticing how your fingers trembled slightly.
The cotton candy lady started talking about police but you weren't even listening anymore. Your mood got completely ruined, suddenly feeling disgusted in the very dress you were wearing, suspiciously eyeing every single person that walked past you.
But you were brought back to reality by your boyfriend's voice. "Hey..?" Hajun asked, gently taking your hand in his. "Do you want to go home?"
You didn't answer, just nodded your head once again.
Even though the lady gave you free cotton candy, even though the sweetness melted in you mouth—your mood was still sour. How couldn't it be? This was supposed to be lovely day for you and your boyfriend. You finally felt confident enough to wear the dress you wanted to wear for a long time. But then this happened...Harassment, fights. It completely ruined valentine for you.
And of course, Hajun knew this. He wasn't a fool. He could see you were upset and genuinely exhausted. He cursed himself for being so useless in this situation but he swore upon himself that no matter what, he was going to make you smile again this day. He wouldn't let you sleep with heavy heart.
He could promise that much.
I don't know what to say i just love your works
What type of boyfriend Hong Yoo-bin would be?
English is not my first language
1. The Quiet but Deeply Devoted Type
Vinny isn't loud with his affection. He won’t shower you with grand gestures or constant sweet words, but every single thing he does is laced with meaning. If he offers you the last bite of his food or gives you his jacket without saying anything—it means everything. His love is quiet, steady, and deeply rooted.
2. Protective in a Subtle Way
He’ll never say “I’m worried about you,” but after the early stages of relationship he texts you “let me know when you get home” or lingers outside your apartment for a bit longer than needed says enough. He’s the type to walk on the traffic side of the road without making a fuss about it.
3. Emotionally Guarded, Until He Trusts You
Vinny’s past has taught him to keep his walls up. He won’t open up easily, especially about the darker parts of himself. But if he feels safe with you, if you prove you won’t leave when things get ugly, he’ll let you in slowly. And once you're in, you're in. No half-measures.
4. Jealous but Won’t Admit It
Vinny doesn’t like sharing. He won't say anything directly if someone’s flirting with you, but you’ll notice the way his jaw tenses, how he glares at the person just a second too long, i don't think he would do something psychical. He doesn't throw tantrums, but he feels everything.
5. Acts of Service Are His Love Language
He’s not into sweet-talking, but he’ll (try to) fix your bike, walking you to school if it lies on his route, recalling your preferred coffee order, or lending his hoodie (with little complaints) when you’re cold. He shows love through action, not words. If you ever tried to thank him, he’d brush it off with a “...s’not a big deal.”
6. Incredibly Loyal Once You Break Through
He doesn’t fall easily, but once he’s in love, he’s ride-or-die. There’s no one else. He’s the kind of boyfriend who doesn’t need to be told not to cheat he wouldn’t even look at someone else. His loyalty is fierce and absolute. (his relationship with Yumi approves this for me)
7. Introverted but Always Shows Up
Vinny would never enjoy big parties or crowds, but he’d show up to your events because you matter to him. Even if he’s standing quietly in a corner, arms crossed, you’ll know he’s there for you, not anyone else. And when you leave, he’ll walk you home in silence, offering you comfort through presence alone.
8. Trauma-Aware and Emotionally Intelligent (in his own way)
He may not always know how to verbalize his feelings, but he recognizes when you’re hurting. He’s incredibly intuitive. If you’re upset, he won’t push you to talk, but he’ll sit with you, maybe even cook you a late meal just to make sure you know you're not alone.
9. Soft With His Cat, Softer With You
The way he treats Jack, his cat, his pain in the ass, says everything. Lets him sleep on his chest, and that softness? You’ll see it when he thinks you’re asleep, when you fall asleep he tucks your hair behind your ear, or when he kisses your forehead without a word and falls asleep in one second, good luck with waking him up.
10. The Kind of Boyfriend Who Makes You Feel Safe, Even in Silence
There’s something grounding about being with Vinny. He doesn’t need to impress, doesn’t try too hard, doesn’t pretend. With him, you can be quiet, sad, messy, or just you, and he’ll still be there, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, but always present. Still, sometimes he can be violent if something happens to you or someone he loves as we know.
Author's note: This is my first headcanon, i love windbreaker- it is my current hyper fixation. Unfortunately there are insufficient fictions about characters (i literally finished all of them) so i had to take the matter with my own hands. I am new at this so please be nice.
OH DEAR, it's so good! It's written so sweetly and it's really Vinny!🥺🥺🥺
I love y'all so much i swear ;-;
What type of boyfriend Hong Yoo-bin would be?
English is not my first language
1. The Quiet but Deeply Devoted Type
Vinny isn't loud with his affection. He won’t shower you with grand gestures or constant sweet words, but every single thing he does is laced with meaning. If he offers you the last bite of his food or gives you his jacket without saying anything—it means everything. His love is quiet, steady, and deeply rooted.
2. Protective in a Subtle Way
He’ll never say “I’m worried about you,” but after the early stages of relationship he texts you “let me know when you get home” or lingers outside your apartment for a bit longer than needed says enough. He’s the type to walk on the traffic side of the road without making a fuss about it.
3. Emotionally Guarded, Until He Trusts You
Vinny’s past has taught him to keep his walls up. He won’t open up easily, especially about the darker parts of himself. But if he feels safe with you, if you prove you won’t leave when things get ugly, he’ll let you in slowly. And once you're in, you're in. No half-measures.
4. Jealous but Won’t Admit It
Vinny doesn’t like sharing. He won't say anything directly if someone’s flirting with you, but you’ll notice the way his jaw tenses, how he glares at the person just a second too long, i don't think he would do something psychical. He doesn't throw tantrums, but he feels everything.
5. Acts of Service Are His Love Language
He’s not into sweet-talking, but he’ll (try to) fix your bike, walking you to school if it lies on his route, recalling your preferred coffee order, or lending his hoodie (with little complaints) when you’re cold. He shows love through action, not words. If you ever tried to thank him, he’d brush it off with a “...s’not a big deal.”
6. Incredibly Loyal Once You Break Through
He doesn’t fall easily, but once he’s in love, he’s ride-or-die. There’s no one else. He’s the kind of boyfriend who doesn’t need to be told not to cheat he wouldn’t even look at someone else. His loyalty is fierce and absolute. (his relationship with Yumi approves this for me)
7. Introverted but Always Shows Up
Vinny would never enjoy big parties or crowds, but he’d show up to your events because you matter to him. Even if he’s standing quietly in a corner, arms crossed, you’ll know he’s there for you, not anyone else. And when you leave, he’ll walk you home in silence, offering you comfort through presence alone.
8. Trauma-Aware and Emotionally Intelligent (in his own way)
He may not always know how to verbalize his feelings, but he recognizes when you’re hurting. He’s incredibly intuitive. If you’re upset, he won’t push you to talk, but he’ll sit with you, maybe even cook you a late meal just to make sure you know you're not alone.
9. Soft With His Cat, Softer With You
The way he treats Jack, his cat, his pain in the ass, says everything. Lets him sleep on his chest, and that softness? You’ll see it when he thinks you’re asleep, when you fall asleep he tucks your hair behind your ear, or when he kisses your forehead without a word and falls asleep in one second, good luck with waking him up.
10. The Kind of Boyfriend Who Makes You Feel Safe, Even in Silence
There’s something grounding about being with Vinny. He doesn’t need to impress, doesn’t try too hard, doesn’t pretend. With him, you can be quiet, sad, messy, or just you, and he’ll still be there, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, but always present. Still, sometimes he can be violent if something happens to you or someone he loves as we know.
Author's note: This is my first headcanon, i love windbreaker- it is my current hyper fixation. Unfortunately there are insufficient fictions about characters (i literally finished all of them) so i had to take the matter with my own hands. I am new at this so please be nice.
I LOVE THIS SMMMM😍 thank you for writing this!!
I don't know how to respond, i hope this is the correct way. Thank you for your support, i love your work too- your analysis helped me a lot about Sabbath Crew ❤️❤️❤️
What type of boyfriend Hong Yoo-bin would be?
English is not my first language
1. The Quiet but Deeply Devoted Type
Vinny isn't loud with his affection. He won’t shower you with grand gestures or constant sweet words, but every single thing he does is laced with meaning. If he offers you the last bite of his food or gives you his jacket without saying anything it means everything. His love is quiet, steady, and deeply rooted.
2. Protective in a Subtle Way
He’ll never say “I’m worried about you,” but after the early stages of relationship he texts you “let me know when you get home” or lingers outside your apartment for a bit longer than needed says enough. He’s the type to walk on the traffic side of the road without making a fuss about it.
3. Emotionally Guarded, Until He Trusts You
Vinny’s past has taught him to keep his walls up. He won’t open up easily, especially about the darker parts of himself. But if he feels safe with you, if you prove you won’t leave when things get ugly, he’ll let you in slowly. And once you're in, you're in. No half-measures.
4. Jealous but Won’t Admit It
Vinny doesn’t like sharing. He won't say anything directly if someone’s flirting with you, but you’ll notice the way his jaw tenses, how he glares at the person just a second too long, i don't think he would do something psychical. He doesn't throw tantrums, but he feels everything.
5. Acts of Service Are His Love Language
He’s not into sweet-talking, but he’ll (try to) fix your bike, walking you to school if it lies on his route, recalling your preferred coffee order, or lending his hoodie (with little complaints) when you’re cold. He shows love through action, not words. If you ever tried to thank him, he’d brush it off with a “...s’not a big deal.”
6. Incredibly Loyal Once You Break Through
He doesn’t fall easily, but once he’s in love, he’s ride-or-die. There’s no one else. He’s the kind of boyfriend who doesn’t need to be told not to cheat he wouldn’t even look at someone else. His loyalty is fierce and absolute. (his relationship with Yumi approves this for me)
7. Introverted but Always Shows Up
Vinny would never enjoy big parties or crowds, but he’d show up to your events because you matter to him. Even if he’s standing quietly in a corner, arms crossed, you’ll know he’s there for you, not anyone else. And when you leave, he’ll walk you home in silence, offering you comfort through presence alone.
8. Trauma-Aware and Emotionally Intelligent (in his own way)
He may not always know how to verbalize his feelings, but he recognizes when you’re hurting. He’s incredibly intuitive. If you’re upset, he won’t push you to talk, but he’ll sit with you, maybe even cook you a late meal just to make sure you know you're not alone.
9. Soft With His Cat, Softer With You
The way he treats Jack, his cat, his pain in the ass, says everything. Lets him sleep on his chest, and that softness? You’ll see it when he thinks you’re asleep, when you fall asleep he tucks your hair behind your ear, or when he kisses your forehead without a word and falls asleep in one second, good luck with waking him up.
10. The Kind of Boyfriend Who Makes You Feel Safe, Even in Silence
There’s something grounding about being with Vinny. He doesn’t need to impress, doesn’t try too hard, doesn’t pretend. With him, you can be quiet, sad, messy, or just you, and he’ll still be there, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, but always present. Still, sometimes he can be violent if something happens to you or someone he loves as we know.
Author's note: This is my first headcanon, i love windbreaker- it is my current hyper fixation. Unfortunately there are insufficient fictions about characters (i literally finished all of them) so i had to take the matter with my own hands. I am new at this so please be nice.
