#heungmin son imagines

[sportswriters]

sportswriters' football recommendations list

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LAST UPDATE: 10/04/2024

guidelines | a: angst, f: fluff, s: smut, c: comedy, 💗: personal favorite

mason mount

yours for the night by @carlottawllms | a, f | friends to lovers

because i love you by @carlottawllms | a, f, s | friends with benefits

on the verge of goodbye by @carlottawllms | a, f | established relationship

a mountain to climb (masterpost 1, masterpost 2) by @mountttmase | a, f, s | series

i'll fix this by @mountttmase | a, f | dad!mason

damage is done by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

cold hands, cold heart by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

are we okay? by @mountttmase | a, f | friends to lovers

you deserve better by @tsimvkas | a, f | established relationship

bad idea, right? by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, summer love

christmas miracle by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

can't choose ft. christian pulisic by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

dominik szoboszlai

hand holding during sex with dominik szoboszlai by @formulalfc | s, f | established relationship

calling him to pick you up with dominik szoboszlai by @yungbludz | f | situationship

new mate with dominik szoboszlai by @photmath | a, f | friends to lovers(?)

heungmin son

i'm not sick with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

sleepy sonny with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

jude bellingham

just a fan by @kobbiesmainoo | a | established relationship

joão félix

his best friend ft. kai havertz by @yungbludz | s | threesome

smitten by @julianalvarez9 | f | established relationship

i mean it by @yungbludz | s | casual sex

kai havertz

national day by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, established relationship

adoption by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

the way i loved you by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

amnesia by @gagaslonina | a | established relationship

pablo gavi

valentine's day through the years by @spidybaby | f | established relationship

you're losing me by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

surprise by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

opposites attract by @808heartz | f | social media

spanish boy by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

liar, liar by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

comfort zone by @pedriscroquettes | a, f | academic rivals

antoine griezmann

i feel it coming by @yungbludz | s, a | established relationship

persuade daddy by @footballxixstars | f | dad!griezmann

rúben dias

3 am by @yungbludz | a | exes to lovers(?)

9 am by @yungbludz | s, a | exes to lovers(?)

appreciation post by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

with you by @coolemmasulivan | a, f | brother's best friend | part 2

teasing for two by @rubenfinity | f | brother's best friend

platonic lies by @mountsmason | a, f | pining, friends to lovers

guardiola!reader by @oh-saints | s | enemies to lovers

a boy on a mission by @natwrites08 | f | dad!rúben

julián álvarez

yellow by @julianalvarez9 | f | strangers to (?)

nhl recs list | list of players we write with | masterlist (soon!)

[dreamsinarcadia]

Hypertension

Prompt: How can I not worry over the person I love the most?

In which Heung-min doesn’t know how not to hover after a visit to the doctor

pairing: sonny x wife!reader

warning: lots of silly grammatical errors that I just cannot find the energy to fix 🫶🏽

She found it near impossible not to love her husband when he was like this, fretting and almost pulling his hair out in worry - a little handsy, but only because he loved her far too much to let her go, to let her walk even five feet away from him.

It was impossible not to love him when he was all wide eyed and beaming bright enough to give the sun a challenge, warm and delightfully flushed (but again, because he loved her far too much to feel calm again).

In the hallway leading to their bedroom, Heung-min was practically skipping. He was also loud, more so than usual, his voice ricocheting off the walls and bouncing off the high ceiling. He was elated, practically demanding that their neighbours in the complex hear it as well, but this level of happiness at such a close proximity was borderline overwhelming.

Not overwhelming in a bad way, but a tidal wave of his affection, so she tried to move his hands from her waist as lightly as possible.

“Heung-min, you know that I can still walk, right?” she asked gently, trying so hard not to let a giggle break through her lips.

His hold on her waist remained firm as he walked behind to guide her in slow and purposeful steps. He hummed cheerfully and nodded in agreement. “I know.”

“Uh-huh, do you really?” she snorted, looking pointedly down at where the tips of his feet came into view between her own.

Playfully smacking his hands away to let them hover her hips instead, he couldn’t help but laugh as the ridiculousness of the situation slowly filtered into his head. “I know you can walk by yourself, but —”

“I’m pregnant, not terminally ill,” she reminded him with an arched brow.

Behind her, long limbs turned her own careful steps into a messy affair with him hot on her heels. The heat from his chest felt like she was pressed against a furnace, something that she never took for granted in the miserly weather of London. His palms, smooth and warm, slipped under the waistband of her pants to rub soothing circles into the flesh of her waist.

He was towering over her like a mother hen, encasing her in a protective shield to remind her that though she was more than capable on her own two feet, he was there to catch her at even the smallest hint of losing balance.

“Again, just pregnant, not terminally ill.”

Still, though Heung-min kept pace and somehow managed to inch even closer, as though he was trying to merge their bodies into one. “You know in some countries, they’re pretty much considered the same thing.”

She really had to stamp down the urge to roll her eyes. “Babe, we just saw the best doctor in London. I’m fine!”

Like words thrown at a brick wall.

Heung-min shrugged. “Hypertension.”

Having finally arrived at their bedroom, she plopped down on the bed and released a heavy sigh. Her husband knelt down in front of her, taking her hands into his own to press loving kisses into her palms.

For a moment, she remained quiet, having her fill of the closeness of his features. Her gaze walked over his skin, igniting a fire in the base of his spine, and she took her time. Then she leaned forward with a secret smile to press a quick kiss to the sunburn on the bridge of his nose. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He wiggled his brows.

“Pre-eclampsia.”

She had to cackle then, playfully shoving him away. “You’re so romantic.”

“It’s real!” He insisted, finally moving away to toss his wallet and keys onto his bedside table. “My love, it actually happens.”

Sensing that he was quickly losing his joviality, she gave him a gentle smile and walked over. “I know, but we have so much more time down the line to worry about that. I’m just six weeks in.”

Leaning up on her toes, her lips barely brushed his with the barest of touches, her hand running through his hair with purpose before pulling away altogether. “You don’t have to worry.”

Heung-min shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned a shoulder on the doorway, admiring his wife and her body as though he could see beyond her clothes, beyond her skin. Every fibre of his being was utterly devoted to all of her, she could feel the tidal wave of devotion that flowed from his heart directly into her own, turning his arms into a safe haven for all her wayward worries and dreams.

“I know,” he said with a tilt of his head. “How can I not worry over the person I love the most?”

He reached out to take her hand and pull her up against him. His hands settled comfortably on either side of her waist and he took a moment to relish the feeling of the soft cotton of her shirt against his palms. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she was waddling out of the room with him pressed against her back like velcro, leading him into the empty room that had previously been saved as an office space.

It had a new, more wholesome purpose now.

Heung-min looked up at the ceiling and then his eyes moved down the walls and the doors before they finally landed on the floors, taking in the sleek oak. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, this is going to be a lot of work," he said. “Unless our baby is going to work in a corporate office the first day out of the hospital, we need to start planning out an actual nursery.”

“We’re going to have to decorate a nursery,” she hummed.

“…for a baby,” he mumbled into her hair thoughtfully. “Our baby.”

Oh.

It was happening.

Parenthood.

She twisted around to face him and found herself—not for the first time—overwhelmed by a heady mixture of giddy happiness and tender affection. That had been happening with a frequency as of late, but while her friends told her that she was still under the spell of being a newlywed, she suspected that it would always be the case when Heung-min was just so excited about the prospect of being a father. She reflexively tightened her grip on his hands, which drew his attention down to her. "We’re going to be parents," she told him.

He beamed down at her, lifting a hand to tuck some loose strands of her hair behind one of her ears and tipped his head to one side. "You’re going to be a mom.”

She smiled even wider and curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt so she could hold him that much closer to her. "And you’re going to be a dad.”

He chuckled and the sound reverberated through his chest and into hers and to the very tips of her toes. She closed her eyes and tried to just soak him in as one of his hands threaded through her hair to hold the back of her head. Then the bow of his mouth pressed to her forehead.

She pressed her face into the fabric of his shirt and let out a long breath when Heung-min folded his long arms around her. She could practically hear the sound of their child somewhere off and away from the house and she couldn't help but smile to herself. Change had never much agreed with her in the past, but after changing her mind, a change of heart, and finally changing her surname she didn't think she minded it so much. She had someone to lay roots down with and hang onto through the worst of anything.

Worth it, she thought to herself. Nothing had ever been so worth it.

[glossyblue]

Emotional Rollercoaster

glossyblue: sonny being a father🫠💭

Summary: you are a mess, after giving birth to your twin, but your husband is always by your side, taking care of you.

Pairing: son heung min × reader

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In the midst of the chaos that was your life, you found yourself cradling your newborn twins, a girl and a boy, in your arms. The joy of their arrival was tainted by the overwhelming exhaustion and confusion that consumed you. Your body was a stranger to you, marked by the toll of childbirth, and your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more unsettling than the last. Your husband, Heung Min, was a constant presence by your side. He was always there, trying to alleviate your pain, showering you with love and sweet nothings. He appreciated you for the gift of his children and constantly reassured you that you were doing well, even when you felt like you were falling apart. 'You're amazing, you know that?' Heung Min whispered , as he watched you nurse the twins. His eyes shone with admiration and love, and it was a balm to your frayed nerves. 'I'm a mess,' you replied, trying to muster a smile. 'You're the most beautiful mess I've ever seen,' he said, his voice filled with sincerity. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 'And I love you more than words can express.' You couldn't help but be touched by his words, even in your state of disarray. He was a constant source of comfort and strength, always reminding you of your worth and the importance of your role as a mother. 'I don't know what I would do without you,' you confessed, tears brimming in your eyes. 'You'll never have to find out,' Heung Min replied, his voice steady and sure. 'I'm here for you, always.'

As the days passed, you gradually started to find your footing. The twins grew stronger and healthier, and your body began to heal. The fog of postpartum depression slowly started to lift, and the weight on your shoulders lessened with each passing day. 'You're doing so well,' He said one day, as he watched you from across the room. The twins were nestled in their cribs, and you were finally able to take a moment for yourself. 'I couldn't have done it without you and your support,' you replied, smiling up at him. 'We're a team,' He said crossing the room to wrap his arms around you. 'And we'll face everything that comes our way together.'

And with that, you knew that you were going to be okay. You had your husband by your side, and your beautiful twins, and that was all that mattered. Despite the trials and tribulations of motherhood, you knew that you were blessed beyond measure, and you wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world.

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[lewisvinga]

football / soccer masterlist !

neymar jr

try again !

vamos ! vamos !

cuddle bear !

fight in the stands !

confessions !

minha filha ! ( x daughter! reader )

lucky charm ! ( x daughter! reader )

boa noite ! ( x daughter! reader )

my champion ! ( x daughter! reader )

happy 15th ! ( x daughter! reader )

birds and the bees ! ( x daughter! reader )

caught ! ( x daughter! reader )

richarlison de andrade

late night talks !

remember me !

my favorite thing about you !

lucas paquetá

stupid !

my big baby !

proud of you !

surpresa !

eu te amo !

happiest man ! one in the morning !

only yours !

vinícius / vini jr

dating vinicius jr ! ( headcannons ! )

my girl ! not too bad !

kylian mbappé

i love you berry much !

official greetings !

promise !

my star !

ice princess !

jude bellingham

chocolate almond croissant ! ( smau )

star couple ! ( smau )

the it couple ! ( smau )

trent alexander arnold

simp ! ( smau )

pablo gavira / gavi

maybe !

stay away ! ( smau )

joão felix

stupid !

diego lainez

después de la playa !

sérgio ramos

mi capitán !

[whitehartlane]

tottenham’s seven and ten 🤍

[arenaofimagination]

Son Heung-min: Candlelit Dinner

S/N POV

The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the cozy corner of the quaint London restaurant where Heung-min and I found ourselves seated. The ambiance was perfect for an intimate evening, and the aroma of delicious dishes wafted through the air. Heung-min, with his warm smile, looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest.

As we perused the menu, our eyes met, and a shared understanding passed between us. This wasn't just any dinner; it was a celebration of our connection and a moment to delve into each other's dreams and aspirations. The low hum of conversation and gentle clinking of cutlery created a soothing soundtrack to our evening.

We began with a light chatter about our day, the city, and the charming ambiance of the restaurant. Heung-min's eyes sparkled with genuine interest as I spoke, and I found myself drawn to the way his laughter resonated in the cozy space. The initial nervousness I felt melted away, replaced by a warmth that hinted at the promise of a beautiful night ahead.

As the first course arrived, Heung-min steered the conversation towards our dreams and aspirations. There was a sincerity in the way he asked, a genuine curiosity that made me feel truly seen. I took a moment to savor the fragrant aroma of the dish before delving into my thoughts.

"I've always dreamt of creating something meaningful, something that leaves a positive impact on people's lives," I confessed, swirling the wine in my glass. "Whether it's through art, writing, or any form of expression, I want to contribute to the world in a way that resonates with others."

Heung-min nodded; his expression thoughtful. "That's beautiful. What inspires you the most in your creative pursuits?"

The question sparked a lively exchange about inspiration, creativity, and the little moments that fueled our passions. As the conversation deepened, so did the connection between us. Heung-min shared his own dreams, painting a vivid picture of his desire to leave a lasting legacy in football, both on and off the field.

"I want to be remembered not just as a skilled player, but as someone who made a positive impact on the lives of those around me," he explained, his eyes reflecting a determination that resonated with the fiery passion of his career.

The waiter cleared the plates, and the flickering candles cast dancing shadows across our faces. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share such a personal exchange. The night held the promise of a deeper connection, and the genuine exchange of dreams and aspirations had laid the foundation for something special.

As the main course arrived, our conversation shifted towards our journeys, the paths that had led us to this very moment. Heung-min shared anecdotes from his childhood in South Korea, the challenges he faced, and the unwavering support of his family. In turn, I spoke about the winding roads of self-discovery, the highs and lows that had shaped my perspective on life.

Our stories intertwined like the delicate flavors on our plates, creating a tapestry of shared experiences. The realization that our dreams were not solitary endeavors but threads that could be woven together brought a new level of connection. The authenticity of our exchange became the glue that bound us in that intimate London setting.

Dessert arrived, a sweet conclusion to an evening filled with laughter, dreams, and shared aspirations. Heung-min reached across the table to gently hold my hand, a silent acknowledgment of the newfound connection that had blossomed between us. The soft glow of the candles reflected in his eyes, creating a moment suspended in time.

As we savored the last bites of dessert, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the night. In the heart of London, amidst the bustling city, two souls had discovered a connection that transcended the ordinary. The restaurant, with its candlelit ambiance and delicious cuisine, had become the backdrop for a chapter that would forever be etched in our memories.

As the evening drew to a close, we left the restaurant hand in hand, stepping out into the cool London night. The city lights shimmered around us, a reflection of the newfound warmth within. With dreams shared and aspirations laid bare, Heung-min and I walked into the future, our hearts alight with the promise of a journey embarked upon together.

[moon068]

ACCOUNTS AND THEIR MASTERLISTS

NOTE:

I will update it continuously once new accounts and fanfics are posted.

I ONLY COMPILED ALL THE FANFICS THE ACCOUNTS HAVE POSTED.

UPDATED: 03/07/2023

kpdlvr2

Masterlist

itsabitcloudy

Masterlist

Homesick

footballerimagines

Masterlist

chilly-me-softly

Masterlist part 1 part 2

alotofrandomfangirling

Forms of Affection

Delusional

Can't take my Eyes off You

dreaamerwrites

just a bad day

All I want for Christmas

https.sonshine

Masterlist

kmultismut

Date with Heungmin Son Part 1 Part 2

avenirdelight

Masterlist

DATING SONNY INCLUDES

A-Z Fluff

butvega (Portugese)

Masterlist

ricciardostoast

Unholy

chrxstac

dating son heung-min would include

on top

longlostinanotherworld

Masterlist

emwritesfootball

Masterlist

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 11

footballffbarbiex

Masterlist

footballxwrites

Masterlist

atzhrts

Imagine

writingmeraki

Drabble

loohs-world

Imagines

heungsmin

nuestraluzdelaluna

Masterlist

footyblurbs

Masterlist

jadondonsancho

Bestfriend

Instagram Model

Dating rumors

pana-ce-a

dating heung-min son would include

teeswrites

As I know I would

Piece of art

macybeckham7

Masterlist

bbychilly

Masterlist

charlottemount

IG files ONLY

MY SONNY

hmsonshine

Masterlist

[dreaamerwrites]

[ (just a) bad day ]

couple: son heungmin x reader rating: PG tags: hurt, comfort, talks about beheading (yeah) from the drama my liberation notes. notes: the newcastle game was a massacre. i don't have the heart to have him say "i'm alright, i'm fine" because he wouldn't lie like that. but i just need to know that heungmin will have someone hold him tight and take him home. please listen to agust d's snooze, that's what i had quoted at the end. thanks. please support son heungmin's future. it will get better.

/

Before the final whistle blows, you are already down the tunnel, down the hall, expression grim as you scan the treatment room. Ryan finds you like this, his own expression ashen, having aged ten years through the match himself.

He’s in Treatment Room A. Hesitation. …I think he wants to be alone.

You thank Ryan but pay no heed to the message.

He’s not the one you need to see.

/

“Don’t.”

It is the first word shared in that dim, empty room and it forces you to stop in your tracks. Heungmin’s voice is rough and torn and tight. Your hand falters by the light switch before, finally, falling back to your side. You let him sit in the darkness, face illuminated only by the faint light that hums above the emergency exit.

You can barely recognize him in the darkness, but still you go to him.

“Don’t,” he repeats, more forcefully this time. “Stop.”

Still, you go to him.

From where he sits, his knees bump against your thighs and he resolutely refuses to give way. You step into his space regardless. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, his face finally comes into view. He has screwed his eyes shut now, mouth pressed into a grim line. You reach up to trace the faint scar above his eye, but hesitate, not quite touching him just yet.

You’ve been through so much.

What can I do to make this better?

Tell me where it hurts. I would take it all away if I could.

The words sit on the very tip of your tongue but you swallow them down. They are not the words he wants or needs to hear right now. He does not need to hear you ask how he feels or if he’s alright or if this is still the game that he has loved his whole goddamn life. He does not need your sympathy. He does not need your pity.

Right now, all he needs is…

“So. Bad day, huh?”

Your comment seems to come as such a surprise that he chokes out a pained laugh despite himself.

The sound is so sudden that it seems to startle the both of you equally – and then Heungmin’s eyes are open and he’s staring at you, eyes shining, disbelief clear as day on his face.

“What?” he chokes out, half-laugh and half-groan.

The pain is still evident on his face and this time you let yourself touch the scar. You press down on it slightly, tracing it with the very tip of your finger. He slowly reaches up, long fingers wrapping around your wrist. You half expect him to push your hand away.

He doesn’t.

He lets you linger there, his grip warm around your wrist and your touch gentle against his skin.

“Yeah,” he finally whispers back, incredulous laughter gone now. Something softening in his expression. “Had a real shit day today.”

You let your hand slide down until your palm cradles his cheek. He moves with you, grip never leaving yours as he leans into your touch. He swallows thickly and you can hear it in the silence that sits between you. Your own eyes prickle with the heat and promise of oncoming tears, but you swallow that down with him too.

His hair is still damp from the showers and he smells of your shampoo. A stray droplet lands on the back of your hand. Still, you do not move away.

“I know,” you whisper into the darkness. “I know.”

(You had been watching a drama a few months back.

The woman on the television screen had a crazed look in her eyes, sitting across the cafe table from her blind date, explaining why she was dubbed the Pick Up Girl by all of her friends.

Once, with my friends, we were talking about what true love was. I was reminded of something I saw in a textbook when I was a child. It was about a woman who ran to pick up the severed head of her husband in her skirt.

When I was young, it was too gruesome for me to understand. But now, as an adult, I found myself agreeing. Yes, I would pick it up. I would have to pick it up. I can’t let it fall to the ground, I must catch it in my skirt.

Heungmin had burst out laughing, then. The man sitting across from her in the scene appeared horrified, but Heungmin had only appeared delighted.

He had pressed a loud raspberry to the side of your neck then.

“Would you catch me too?” he had teased, nosing into the crook of your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, mouth dragging along the skin there as he laughed loudly. You had laughed back, shivering at the ticklish touch.

It had been a joke then.

But today, you were reminded of it.

Perched in the stands, watching his team go down in flames. Watching the light leave his eyes as more and more fans exited the stadium. Watching as his shoulders heaved beneath the heavy weight of loss and failure and disappointment.

Several family members had looked away by then. His agent had slumped back in his seat, scrolling through his phone anxiously, clearly anticipating the press and media that would be awaiting him at the end of the tunnel.

Only Heungmin’s father and you had kept watching.

You did not look away. You refused to look away. Even when the booing only grew exponentially in volume, even when his teammates fumbled yet another horrible, horrible ball. You kept your eyes on the game, you kept your eyes on him. Only when his number appeared on the screen to be subbed out, did you finally let out the breath you had been holding.

Heungmin hadn’t spared a second glance towards your box when he was subbed out. You couldn’t blame him. He probably hadn’t had the heart to look.

If he had looked… if he had looked back at you…

If he had looked back: he would’ve seen you looking right back at him. He would’ve seen you finally, slowly, sitting back down in your seat, his father taking his seat beside you as well.

His father hadn’t said much in the box – he never did.

But when his hand had found yours in your lap, grip tight, you knew he was saying more than words ever could.

Thank you. Thank you for watching Heungmin until the very end. Thank you for catching Heungmin, even when the world waits to tear him apart, limb by limb. Thank you. Thank you.

If your throat hadn’t been so tight, you would’ve responded: Don’t thank me. I will always watch him. I will always catch him.

Instead, you had simply covered his hand with your own.

The truest love there ever was.)

Heungmin finally shifts. He parts his legs, lets you slide between them until you are flush against him, even from where he sits on this treatment table.

You let both of your arms reach up and around his neck, wrapping around his shoulders, his own dropping to fold around your waist. His grip is almost painfully tight as he burrows into you, solid and warm. His heartbeat thrums in your ear and you match your own breaths to the sound.

“I know,” you repeat again, voice muffled against the soft fabric of his tee. “I’m here, I’m right here.”

He holds onto you like a man drowning.

I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.

“Let’s go home.”

/

Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay

[https-sonshine]

Can you do an angsty fic with Sonny? But with a happy ending? Thankss

authors note: hey guys so i’m not ignoring your requests i’m just super busy with school and uni applications so yh updates are gonna be slow but i’m going to tryy my hardest to make time

so this idea has been itching at the back of my head for weeks and last night i got the random burst of motivation to write it. i think i got a little bit carried away so im not sure how much of a happy ending this is its more like bittersweet. but yeah hope you enjoy this one and i look forward to hearing some feedback.

also reblogs are very much appreciated🫶🏾

word count: approx 1.8k

warnings: angst , tw:miscarragie , slight mentions of depression

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Sonny was the one who suspected you were pregnant. He noticed how much bigger your boobs were, your mood swings, and the fact that you were sleeping and eating more than normal, so he talked to you about it, but you told him that you were just tired, and that your boobs were growing and that everything was normal. However, Sonny was convinced that something else was going on. Your period was always irregular, and you were on birth control, so you were truly not worried. But he insisted on buying you a pregnancy test, saying it was just to be sure. And, to your surprise, it was positive. You were pregnant.

You almost didn't believe it. It was something that the two of you hadn't discussed yet. You already knew how he felt about starting a family. He wasn't totally opposed to it but football was his main priority. You weren't quite sure how to react, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to press the issue or make him uncomfortable. The sounds of sniffles brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced at him and noticed the tears streaming down his face. He had been struggling to keep his composure, but the emotion of the situation had gotten to him. He suddenly held you tightly. It was a comforting embrace, and you found yourself holding back tears of your own His grip was tight and firm as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. "We're pregnant," he chuckled lightly. You were surprised by the sudden display of affection, "You're not mad?" You looked up at him in disbelief and found his face smiling down at you

That's when realisation hit you: Sonny was to cry out of happiness. You smiled back and asked, "Are you really okay with this?" He nodded his head and brushed away a tear as he said, "Yes, we're going to have a baby!" You felt so much joy at that moment and suddenly found yourself overflowing with it.

Son and you were visiting the doctor for your initial ultrasound. And even though you only had a tiny baby bump, Sonny loved it a lot. It boosted his ego, knowing that it was his baby. He beamed with pride, seeing the image of his soon-to-be son or daughter on the screen and whispered to you that he couldn't believe how much their lives were about to change. Even though there were a few nerves mixed in with the excitement, the moment felt perfect, and you couldn't wait to find out the gender.

The day after the ultrasound, Sonny came home with baby clothes, making your heart melt. You two were already planning the baby shower and how you were going to tell his fans. Sonny was so excited, and every time he spoke about the baby, his eyes lit up. You both started to think about the impact of this news, and it was obvious that this was a huge milestone for both of you. You decided to announce it when you were almost at the due date, it would be better for everyone. You had mixed feelings; on one hand, you were happy and excited to share the news of the upcoming arrival, but on the other hand, you were both scared as well.

As you were getting closer to the second trimester, you weren't feeling well, aside from nausea and constant vomiting. You had no energy and felt like you were always exhausted. You were both anxious to get an ultrasound and see if everything was okay, but Sonny had training in the morning, so you opted to go later during the day.

Later in the day, You're just getting into a good sleep when you roll over and feel wetness on your outer thigh, which immediately wakes you up. You search for the light switch on your bedside table, turn it on, and rub your eyes to help you adjust to the darkness, thinking you must have been dreaming about peeing a little too vividly. Even though changing the sheets is something you really don't want to deal with, what you see is beyond changing. Alarms are immediately raised by bright crimson, and when you look down, you see that the source is exactly what you had hoped it wouldn't be. Your heart skips a beat as you realise that it isn't just pee . There isn't much time to respond as a sharp pain ricochets through your entire torso, coming from your womb and making you immediately want to throw up. Forgetting that Sonny had left for training, you yelled his name. Despite your trembling, you manage to pick up the phone and dial 911 for an ambulance as the pain grows more and more intense. Your mind is in a fog as you explain what happened to the dispatcher, and they assure you that help is on its way. You can feel tears streaming down your face as the pain increases and you focus on your breathing to keep yourself from passing out. You hear a siren in the distance, and it gets louder and louder as you await help until you see the flashing lights of the ambulance coming to your aid.

"Don't contact anyone" is all you can muster out before letting the darkness consume you.

You awoke with no memory of anything wrong, but the unfamiliar surroundings and the IV attached to your arm reminded you of what had happened; suddenly you couldn't breathe again.

Your entire world is turned upside down in a matter of hours. As they induce you for a birth you'll never be able to celebrate, they hook you up to several IV bags, and for the next several hours, all you have for company is a pain that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. Finally, against your better judgement, you say yes when the nurses ask if you'd like to hold your baby for the first and last time. Her flawless, contented face breaks you. Despite the circumstances, you can't help but be enamoured. Tears well up in your eyes as you realise that, while this was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, turned out to be one of the saddest. You gently rock your daughter, who has become your entire world in the span of a few short moments. You try to ignore the feeling of guilt as you think about how this little person will never experience the love, protection and security that come from being part of a family. The moment her little breaths ceased, it was like your body shut down, you began hyperventilating. You feel overwhelmed with emotion, trying desperately to come to terms with the sudden and unfair loss of your daughter. The nurses whisked her away and rushed to inject you with tranquillizers. Your last sight of her was her tiny body, blanketed in white, motionless, and pale before darkness engulfed you once again.

"Where is Y/N?"

"I need to see my girlfriend."

"I can't believe no one called me sooner."

Loud yelling jolted you awake.

You could sense the anger and despair that filled his mind as he raced down the corridor of the hospital, desperately searching for you. The nurses had finally led him to you, and when he had spotted you laying on the hospital bed his eyes softened and the frustration melted away as relief flooded through him. The relief was short-lived, as he noticed how drained you looked and how you couldn't even look at him.

" I'm so sorry," you said, your voice strained and barely above a whisper.

He started to freak you out when he saw you crying. He moved closer to the bed and took your hand gently in his, his thumb brushing over the back of it. He looked deeply into your eyes, trying to read what was wrong with you "It's okay," he said in a calming tone, "tell me what's wrong." You looked away, unable to look him in the eye as you explained what happened.

"It was a girl," you managed to choke out

It has been a little bit over a week since you heard the most terrible news of your life. You failed to speak, properly eat, and get out of bed. The void in your heart was just becoming more apparent.

Sonny stood by you the whole time, not leaving you alone unless he had training. He cried with you, held you. But you were so depressed that you couldn't bring yourself to reciprocate the love and attention he was giving you.

"y/n, you have to get up," Sonny says to you while caressing your face.

"I don't want to" you look away from him, burying your face in the pillow.

"It's been a week since you last got up. You can't stay on the bed the rest of your life, Y/N" he runs his hand through your messy hair, making you look at him.

"I just fucking lost my daughter, Son. I'm a mess. You never wanted to have children this early anyways so you must be glad" you can feel the tears running down your face.

"She was our daughter. Ours. She was my baby, too. You don't think I feel like shit too? Just cause it wasn't in my plans doesn't mean i didn't love her too." he gets up, walking out of the room

Son was staring at the wall in the living room. He felt empty inside like someone had torn out his heart. After a few minutes, he got a hold of himself and went to lie down next to you. not knowing what to say or do. Neither of you spoke while maintaining your upward gaze. Sonny didn't move an inch as you rolled over and faced the wall. He moved toward you only after you extended your hand to him. He spooned you while you clung to him as you sobbed. As you both sobbed over your loss

" I'll always be here for you. I can't even imagine the kind of pain you're feeling right now. But I don't want to lose you too. I know nothing I say will make this easier for you, but I want you to know that you are not alone "

You turn back to face him and say, in a low voice, "I'm sorry. You must be struggling, too." You keep wiping your cheeks as the tears roll down.

"Just promise me that I'm not going to lose you too." He looks at me with a hurt expression, his eyes brimming with tears "I can't see you crying every day," he says, and you try to nod as he wipes your tears away.

You can feel a glimmer of hope thanks to Son's love. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that it would never be the same again. You hugged him tightly, hoping it was enough to hold onto the little bit of hope he gave you.

He kept whispering his love for you and assurances that everything would be fine for the rest of the night. That it would get better. He swore that from then on, that no matter what happened, he would never leave your side and he would make sure you were safe. He would go to any lengths to see you happy again.

[sportswriters]

welcome to sportswriters!

this account has two authors: ella, 25, she/her & namu, 24, she/her. we're from brazil. two besties writing for fun since high school.

we're going to focus on writing football, ice hockey (nhl) and baseball (mlb) scenarios. feel free to request some ideas!

important: we don't write heavy topics such as death, tragedy, violence or bdsm. we also don't write ships between players.

here's the list of players we write for:

football

mason mount

rúben dias

phil foden

jude bellingham

aymeric laporte

joão félix

pablo gavi (no smut)

pedri gonzalez

aaron ramsdale (no smut)

kepa arrizabalaga

kai havertz

antoine griezmann

trent alexander-arnold

heungmin son

nhl

jeremy swayman

andrei svechnikov

jack drury

jesperi kotkaniemi

anthony beauvillier

mlb (send requests!)

matt chapman

masterlist (soon!) | football fic recs | nhl fic recs

[dreamsinarcadia]

Pillow Talk

In which Son Heungmin can’t seem to let his girlfriend wiggle her way out of his arms

pairing: sonny x gf!reader

warning: tooth ache kind of fluff with mentions of smut

She loved her boyfriend—she really did. He had her whole heart in the palm of his hands and she trusted him with it; trusted him not to squeeze too hard on it—not to shatter it into fragments of love.

And she was certain that the feeling was mutual—he'd told her so himself, proclaimed it with eyes that were practically shaped into hearts as he gazed at her with a heart achingly deep sense of adoration; one that never failed to make her feel so unbelievably loved.

However... she’d be lying if she said he couldn't get a little frustrating sometimes. Like now, for instance.

“Heungmin, move.”

“No.” His response was instantaneous and very much final.

“I need to get up.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

His sass had one of her brows arch up, and she was sure she would've crossed her arms too had he not restricted her movement with his own—much stronger, might she add—limb. The man knew that her work schedule had been cleared for the entirety of December, and was determined to take this rare opportunity by the reigns.

Her lips parted—very much ready to have a go at him for the unwarranted attitude—when, instead of actual words, a light gasp left them; practically inaudible from how soft it was, but that didn't make what happened any less surprising.

His lips had found their way onto her neck, pressing soft, gentle kisses across the exposed area with an occasional—and very intoxicating—nip here and there. His arm, banded securely around her hip, pulled her closer to his side. The heat of it all practically flooded her vision with pink and she almost melted right in that very moment.

"Just a little longer," he muttered into her skin, lips making contact with the already hickey littered surface in a repeated pattern that shot tingles straight down her spine, "a month away from you was torture."

Work had forced her to return to Seoul for a good portion of November. She had, of course, missed Heungmin a great deal, but hadn’t been aware of how much he’d missed her until she had stepped past his threshold tonight only to be swept off her feet.

She genuinely couldn’t remember if he’d even managed to close the front door.

His hand slipped under her thin cotton t-shirt; cool palm resting against the flat of her stomach as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears in hopes of saving himself from a lecture–and she was afraid that it was very much working.

She was an absolute sucker for sweet moments like this.

But she was also recovering from a strenuous night, barely having gotten any sleep between multiple rounds of heaven sent pleasure. The man had been positively insatiable upon her return, and though this delighted her to no end, she was slick with sweat, peppered with hickeys, her legs felt like jelly and she wanted nothing more than a warm shower. The saccharine scent of sex was strong, and the air around them was stiflingly thick, despite the air conditioning being on full blast.

“Heungmin.”

“Hm?” His head tilted up, gaze focused on her with a sense of endearment only she was privy to receiving from him; the twitch of his lips showcasing his lovestruck smile in a show of vulnerability that, once again, only she had the pleasure of seeing on him.

His gaze was softened and practically swirling with that domestic love she knew he held for her; the one that would instantly ease all his muscles and have him actively seek her out just to hold her in his arms, to love on her like he always claimed she deserved.

When she didn't respond immediately, his grip tightened and he pulled her further into his side; to fit against him like she was meant to be there, like he was incomplete without her—and her, without him.

Ah, she was so stupidly weak to him when he got like this. Her hand reached up to brush cool fingers soothingly on the apple of his cheek.

“Aren’t you tired?” A valid question, seeing as though the man had only a few hours of rest between his match and her return.

“With you in my arms? Never.” His voice was soothingly calm, but when he propped an elbow on the pillow to look down at her, his eyes were blazing, pinning her to the spot. It raked over her appearance - the mussed hair, the love bites adorning the delicate curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her chest, the adorable flush of pink on her cheeks. The corner of his lips stretched to a wide grin.

When her hand dropped from his face, he was quick to catch it and press a kiss to her palm. He held it close to his heart. “Why?” He asked, knowing damn well the answer. “Are you tired?”

“…maybe.”

“Oh no! Rough night?”

She had to fight the urge to kiss the damn smirk off his face. He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“…okay fine, we can stay here a little longer.”

And then he was kissing her, his hands moving quickly to hook her legs around his waist and move her underneath himself. And suddenly, her arms and legs didn’t feel like jelly anymore. Instead, she’d felt as electrified—as if struck by lightning…only better. Much, much better. Because she couldn’t wrap her arms around lightning, or feel lightning’s heart skip against her own.

“Not for too long, we’ve been in bed for hours,” she protested weakly into the increasingly heated kiss. “I’m melting.”

“Mmm.”

“We have to eat.”

He pulled away to grin at her, a mischievous twinkle alight in his eyes. “Great idea,” he said. “Let’s do just that.”

Just when she was about to open her mouth to steer him clear of the inevitable course of action, he’d lunged straight for her neck to attack her with another fit of adoring kisses—ones that made her sigh in what she could only describe as contentment.

And then her t-shirt was back on the floor.

They didn’t leave the room till sundown.

[writingmeraki]

[ 11: 37 ]

a son heungmin drabble!

genre : fluff, pinch of angst.

pairing : son heungmin x gn!reader, strangers to ???.

warnings : mentions of heartbreak indirectly, slight cussing, stupid choices (pls don't stay out in pouring rain nor run through rain.)

author's note : here is a small little drabble i came up with today hehe ^^ ! sonny deserves sm love and I really liked writing this ngl :D anyways hope you like it as well 🤎!!!

word count : 1.6k

The rain was pouring hard on the earth as though mother nature itself seemed to be upset. It poured angrily and harshly. Mercilessly.

In a way even though it left no mercy for whoever decided to face it head-on, it wrapped a sort of serene comfort around many, sad souls would find comfort in knowing the sky is mourning with them, for them. Happy souls could find joy in the lines the raindrops left on windows, the little puddles that were always the best to jump in. It was as if the rain was meant for everyone and it truly was.

Humans and their little joys in life.

You smiled up at the sky as you stood there, waiting under a shelter because you had missed your bus due to staying at the library longer than usual to finish your final psychology essay.

You were glad you did grab an umbrella before you left the house that day but it still seemed as though the fury of the earth had not yet calmed and you knew your umbrella stood no chance in a war against the harsh droplets of rain.

Your eyes scanned your surrounding ahead of you and you raised an eyebrow when you saw something or rather someone sitting on a bench a bit further away.

Huh? How did I miss them? You thought as you wondered how you completely missed a human but then you realized it was probably your tired state.

You looked at your expensive and rather beautiful,black watch which your best friend, Heechan, had gotten for you as a present even though you insisted you didn't need such an expensive gift.

'11:37' it read and you looked up at the stranger again wondering why they'd be sitting outside in such a downfall at the late hours of the night.

As you took in their figure, you realized it was a man.

You began to notice his body language and it seemed...

It seemed like he was down.

You found irony as to how his sullen mood seemed to have matched the equally sullen weather.

You should follow the stranger danger rule, your mother had always taught you that. It was something you obeyed even till now, when you were a fully grown twenty three year old human being.

Yet you couldn't help but want to at least figure out why he'd been sitting in the pouring rain, with his narrowed eyes, you think it was probably from the droplets entering his eyes and him trying to keep them open.

And for once it seemed as though your gut agreed with your initial thoughts and you being sensible you decided to just go with it.

As you opened up your umbrella, you still mentally prepared to become soaked even though you prayed to the heavens to have a bit of empathy for you.

You began walking towards him slowly yet firmly, careful so as to not slip and have to have an embarrassing first impression on a complete stranger.

The water puddles splashed against your feet as you cringed at the way your long pants began feeling more and more wet making you now have second guesses as to whether it was really worth it to confront the stranger.

Son Heungmin had been sitting on the bench physically being present at the place, his clothes being drenched showing no emotions on his face as he stared at well...nothing.

Yet his mind seemed to have been doing all the hard work, contemplating, questioning, wandering as a million different thoughts flew around it yet the most prominent one stood.

Why?

A simple yet heavy question that laid on the tip of his tongue but it seemed it was as if his mouth protested against letting out any sort of sound so the question just laid on his tongue and mind feeling more and more weighty as time passed by.

Suddenly before he could even make out how there stood a figure infront of him his body seemed to have realised it firstly when it felt no more of the strident downpour on it.

It took him a second to focus on the pair of shoes in front of him and his gaze immediately moved upwards.

You stood there holding the umbrella barely being able to cover the both of you but you would rather it cover the strange man more due to just the purity of your heart even though your mind did rationalise it was pointless seeing he was already soaked but hey at least it was still something right?

Beautiful.

Was the first actual thought that had made sense to him since the entire day as he scanned your face. And it was true, you were indeed a beautiful person with delicate yet sharp features, lips that now barely had your favourite strawberry flavoured chapstick, eyes that seemed tired yet held a sort of concern which made Sonny's broken heart race as he realised it was towards him.

"Hey, uh not to sound rude or anything but are you actually planning your own death sir?!"

You said in a loud voice to make sure he had heard you through the sounds of splattering, your voice though loud was laced with concern as you were now fully able to see him.

Pretty.

Was your first thought when he looked up at you and you saw his facial features, even though his hair was wet, it seemed to be in a perfectly elegant style with a few strands poking out, and oh God.

His face. It was not like you had never seen anyone attractive in your life, you'd even go as far as saying you even dated a few attractive ones but he seemed to have literally looked like he came out of some sort of fairytale.

His eyes though, you thought were the prettiest. They seemed to have so many emotions swirling through them and under the dim street light you could make out a deep brown colour.His lips were a shade of rosy pink which made them look so ki-

You cleared your throat and once again prayed to your body to not let the warmth your heart was feeling rush to your cheeks.

Mentally cussing at your thoughts regarding a damn stranger, an attractive one, you asked once again

"Hey! I ask-"

"No." He replied to your previous question more firmly than he thought as though he was obligated to answer making you frown a bit at his snappy tone.

He registered your small frown and realised it sounded rude so he quickly cleared his throat and followed "Uh- i mean no, i am fine, t-thank you for asking."

He told softly as he looked away before he could feel his breathing increasing from staring at the small unknowingly pout which had formed on your face.

Fuck.

He didn't even know you but he still found you so...cute?

"You don't seem fine, and I'm not meaning to be protruding your...your space but just a suggestion, you should probably sit under the shelter if you're going to want to sulk more."

You put your free hand over your mouth quickly after registering what you had said in the end and immediately apologized

"SHI- I didn't mean-"

The man let out a chuckle at your kind yet blunt words and it seemed as though for a moment he forgot why he had been sitting there in the first place finding a sense of comfort from your kind eyes and warmly actions, as he replied

"Well since you so kindly asked, sure I'd love to sit there."

He finished with a small genuine smile knowing you were probably feeling awkward, hoping it'd convey the message he wanted to mentally.

And it seemed as though it did when you felt your own small smile forming as you saw how his eyes turned into tiny crescent moons as his cheeks slightly bunched up

"Sadly this umbrella isn't big enough for the both of us, how about a little sprinting?"

Hesitantly yet slowly you reached your hand out as to lift him up so you at least you'd both be able to stay under the small umbrella comfortably.

Raising an eyebrow at your hand, he thought oh what the heck as he placed his large hand in yours and it seemed as though it was meant to fit as cliche as it sounds as he tightened his hand because it felt more slippery from the rain.

Never in your life did you think you'd willingly hold hands with a stranger but here you were staring right into his softened gaze as you stared back for a few seconds before once again clearing your throat and moving to step beside him as you still held his hand by your side.

You turned your head towards him and said

"On the count of three, we make a run for it?"

He nodded registering your words and slowly a small grin once again formed on his face as he realised you two seemed like teenagers in a typical romcom film.

And you shared the same thought unknowingly as you began with a giddy grin

"one, two, THREE!"

You both made a run for it, trying to keep up with each other, tightly holding onto each other's hands and you couldn't help but laugh because it just felt like a typical scene from a cliche romcom.

Sonny didn't hold back his own laughter as he found yours to be contagious and sweet, he wanted to hear it over and over again.

You took a glance at him when you heard him laugh, feeling a bit better when it seemed as though his mood had changed and were quite proud of yourself, you'll admit.

And as you both reached the shelter, you put down your umbrella and stood to take a breath, you both looked at each other and you couldn't help but chuckle even more as you realised the umbrella seemed to be pointless when you touched your slightly wet forehead.

And in that moment, as he stood there with a complete stranger, Sonny seemed to have completely forgotten about his broken heart and he wished, oh he wished for you to be able to stay just a little longer.

Enough for it to heal back again so he can maybe one day be the reason for your beautiful laughter.

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2022

[glossyblue]

masterlist of sonny

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Hiiiiii to you, sonny's masterlist for you. Hope you enjoy and comment🫶🏻🌱

Requests are open💭💌

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BUY YOU A FLOWER SHOP Summary: When you thought your husband had forgotten about you and wasn't going to wish you a happy International Women's Day.

Emotional Rollercoaster Summary: you are a mess, after giving birth to your twin, but your husband is always by your side, taking care of you.

[kmultismut]

Date night with Heungmin Son

Genre: smut

Member: Heungmin Son x reader

You were getting ready for your date night with your boyfriend Heungmin Son. You already did your hair and got dressed. You were currently putting your makeup on in the bathroom. Heungmin walked towards the bathroom and stopped on the doorway, taking in your looks. You smiled as you saw him undressing you with his eyes. He walked towards you and stopped behind you. "You look amazing, darling.", he complimented you as he put his hands on your hips. He kissed your neck and you thanked him. He slowly lowered himself on his knees. "What are you doing?", you asked as you watched him through the mirror. "I can't keep my hands off you." He started pulling your dress up. "Baby, we have to go soon." "I'll be quick." He pulled your panties down your legs and spread your legs further apart. He massaged your butt cheeks as he stared at your p*ssy like he was obsessed. You bent over slightly to encourage him to start doing something except staring. "So pretty.", he mumbled to himself as he leaned in and licked a long stripe, starting from your clit. You both moaned at the same time. You moaned from pleasure, and he moaned from finally tasting you. He started sucking on your clit, making your moans even louder. "Oh, God, f*ck.", you moaned as you had to put your makeup brush down, because you couldn't focus anymore. You were sure that by now your arousal was dripping down his chin. The thought itself was enough to bring you close to the edge. You reached your hand down to interlock with his as you came on his tongue. He continued sucking on your clit until you had to push him away. You turned around and saw him looking up at you while breathing heavily. You ran your hand through his hair, fixing it for him. He wiped away your arousal with his hand and got up. He trapped you between his arms and you leaned in to kiss him. "I think you should cancel the reservation.", you said as you grabbed his hand pulling him towards the bedroom.

[whitehartlane]

the rituals are intricate

[arenaofimagination]

Son Heung-min: First Meeting

In the bustling streets of London, where the rhythmic hum of city life echoed through the air, fate orchestrated a meeting between two souls destined to intertwine. Son Heung-min, the South Korean football sensation, found himself in the heart of the vibrant city, preparing for a pivotal match. Meanwhile, S/n, a talented and enigmatic artist, wandered the streets seeking inspiration for her next masterpiece.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when their paths converged near the iconic Tower Bridge. Son, wearing a Tottenham Hotspur jacket, was taking a leisurely stroll along the Thames River, soaking in the atmosphere of the city that had become his second home. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he absorbed the blend of cultures and the rich history that surrounded him.

S/n, on the other hand, had set up her easel on a quiet corner overlooking the majestic bridge. The sun cast a warm glow on her as she meticulously captured the essence of the scene before her with every stroke of her brush. Her mind, however, wandered beyond the tangible landmarks, seeking inspiration in the intangible emotions that filled the air.

As Son continued his stroll, he couldn't help but be drawn to the artist immersed in her craft. The vibrant colors on her palette mirrored the kaleidoscope of emotions that London evoked in him. Intrigued, he approached her with a friendly smile.

"Hello," Son greeted with a slight bow, his English accent laced with a touch of Korean warmth. "Your painting is beautiful. May I watch you work?"

S/n looked up, startled by the unexpected visitor. Her eyes met Son's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. His genuine smile disarmed her, and she couldn't help but return the gesture.

"Of course," she replied, gesturing towards the empty space next to her easel. "Feel free to join me. I find inspiration in the city's energy, and you seem to carry that with you as well."

Son chuckled, settling down beside her. "Football and art, different worlds, but both driven by passion."

As the two engaged in conversation, a unique connection blossomed. Son shared stories of his journey from South Korea to the English Premier League, the challenges he faced, and the triumphs that fueled his determination. S/n, in turn, opened up about her artistic pursuits, the struggles of capturing emotions on canvas, and the ever-elusive quest for inspiration.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows, and Tower Bridge stood as a silent witness to the burgeoning friendship. The duo, seemingly worlds apart, found common ground in their pursuit of excellence and the shared experience of navigating life's unpredictable twists.

As the day unfolded, Son and S/n explored the enchanting streets of London together. From the historic architecture of Westminster to the vibrant energy of Covent Garden, they discovered the city's myriad facets. Son marveled at S/n's ability to see beauty in the ordinary, turning the mundane into masterpieces that resonated with emotion.

In return, S/n attended one of Son's football matches at the iconic Tottenham Hotspur Stadium. The roar of the crowd, the electric atmosphere, and Son's graceful prowess on the field left her awe-inspired. It was a world she had never fully explored, yet through Son's eyes, she gained a newfound appreciation for the artistry in sports.

As days turned into weeks, their bond deepened. Son and S/n became inseparable, sharing dreams, aspirations, and the unspoken understanding that they had found something special in each other. London, with its eclectic charm, had become the backdrop to their evolving story.

One fateful evening, under the starlit sky near the Thames, Son took a deep breath and confessed, "S/n, since the day we met, my world has been brighter. I've found inspiration in the way you see the world, and I can't imagine my life without you in it."

S/n's heart fluttered as she listened to his sincere words. She realized that, in the midst of capturing the city's beauty on canvas, she had unknowingly painted Son into the masterpiece of her life. With a tender smile, she replied, "Son, you've become the muse of my heart. Every moment with you feels like a stroke of serendipity."

And so, against the backdrop of Tower Bridge, with the city lights shimmering in the background, Son Heung-min and S/n embraced a new chapter in their lives. London, a witness to their story, stood as a testament to the magical connections that could be forged in the unlikeliest of places, uniting two souls brought together by fate and fueled by passion.