#heungmin son imagines

[sportswriters]

how they'd react to you not saying "i love you" back

lots of fluff with the players: rúben dias, jude bellingham, joão félix, pablo gavi, trent alexander-arnold, pedri gonzález, heungmin son, mason mount

a/n: hope everybody have fun reading these! we surely did after a few drinks in <33333 - ella and namu

rúben dias

"amor? i'm heading out. i love you."

you quickly appear in the hallway, wearing a sweater that belonged to him.

“ok, have a nice day, darling,” you reply, waving goodbye.

the smile that had begun to appear on rúben's lips immediately fades, his hand resting against the doorknob he had opened earlier. when he hears your reply, he frowns, suspicious.

you get confused by his attitude and lick your lips, coming closer.

“what are you doing? i thought you had training.”

he doesn't answer right away, he just walks over to the sofa and sits down, unpretentiously. your lack of an answer made him a little suspicious, so he wasn't going to leave without something.

“yes, i do. but not until you answer me.”

you try to hold in your laughter, understanding the whole thing, but you still don't want to give in. his reaction wasn't what you'd expected. like, you didn't really expect him to just give up on going out just because you didn't answer his “i love you” like you always did.

you understood that it was really important to him.

“i don't get it, honey. did i answer you in a way that you didn't like?” you hold up your own joke, walking over to the sofa and sitting down right next to him.

as if he couldn't bear to never touch you when you were always close, his hand automatically moves to your thigh, where he squeezes it affectionately, almost unconsciously, because it's something he always does.

his expression closes with pure suspicion. he simply doesn't understand what had happened for you not to answer that you loved him back. until that point, for him, everything was fine. wasn't it?

“you tell me, y/n.”

his expression is so serious that you can't help yourself and start laughing. you quickly jump into his lap, turning him from suspicious to confused by your reaction. you hold his face with both hands.

“do you want me to tell you that I love you?” you ask, this time with a touched smile on your face.

he's so beautiful. so dangerously beautiful for his own good and sometimes you don't really believe he's yours.

he squeezes your thigh a little harder this time, as a warning.

“every day,” he adds, seriously.

you kiss his lips, laughing.

“i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you,” you start repeating several times against his lips. “i was only joking before. i wouldn't let you go without that.”

his smile returns to his lips. it was so easy to make him happy like that, you think, caressing his cheek.

“well,” he complains. “you almost did. now i'm going to be late for training because you're going to try and convince me that it was all a joke.”

you laugh and cling to him.

“wow, i fucking love you.”

jude bellingham

with things finally sorted, jude opens the door and you get out of bed just to follow him and take the opportunity to get a glass of water, since it's your day off and you're going back to your room.

“i'm leaving, baby. i love you, see you later?”

“yes, of course. good practice,” you say and walk into the kitchen.

jude blinks, confused. his eyebrows arch up, frowning as he tries to search for something in his memory that he can't recall. your answer was different from usual.

with that in mind, he opens the door and leaves, but still doesn't move to the elevator. instead, he reaches into his pocket for his phone, unlocks the screen and opens the group immediately.

“guys, did anything weird happen last night?” he sends the text and waits.

last night there was a small party at valverde's house, which you two joined and drank a bit. maybe jude did something he doesn't remember that upset you.

the answer comes almost immediately and he reads it.

“strange, like...?” camavinga asks.

“i don't know,” he types. “something that pissed y/n off?”

“what the fuck are you talking about, bellingham?” he reads the text from vinícius.

“i just said goodbye to y/n and she didn't say she loved me back”

on the other side of the door, you pick up your phone in your room, looking at the notifications. as you read everything, you laugh heartily.

“jude, you know I'm in the group too, right?” you send.

jude opens the door again after reading your message and goes straight to your room. he finds you sitting on the bed, still laughing, and you look up when you notice his presence, staring at him amused.

“so...?” he asks you, expecting an answer to the same question as before.

you laugh again and put your phone away. you get up and walk over to him, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“nothing weird happened last night,” you reply, with a playful smile. “i was only joking, darling. of course i love you”

you nearly laugh again at the relieved sigh he lets out and the way he holds you so tightly, kissing your lips.

joão félix

hanging his bag over his shoulder, joão kisses you on the temple in farewell, while you're still finishing your coffee to start getting ready for work, since you don't have to arrive until later today.

“i'm on my way. i love you,” he says, moving from the kitchen worktop to cross the hall to the living room.

“alright, i'll see you later!” you reply, pouring a little more milk into your coffee, without looking at him, appearing a little distracted by your task.

you don't notice that he didn't cross the hall. he just stands there, as if waiting for something, which doesn't come. that's not how you normally say goodbye, so he's instantly alert.

turning around, joão appears at your side again, hugging you from behind, his hands around your waist in a very tight way, giving you the chance to smell his perfume even more closely. you chuckle, not expecting this attitude from him and turn your face to him, frowning.

“is everything all right?” he asks, a little hesitant, and kisses your shoulder affectionately.

the whole time his eyes are on you, as if he's studying your reaction, looking for something he didn't notice before or missed.

“yes... why wouldn't it be?”

you know why he's asking, but you don't say anything. you just carry on. just a little longer. even though you're sorry to see him with that expression of someone who thinks he's done something wrong, but hasn't yet found out what.

“like, there hasn't been any more shit gossip that you've been tagged in, right? anything like that?”

you lick your lips, staring into his eyes. ever since you started your public relationship, some people have been cruel enough to say things about you cheating on him, like his ex, that you wouldn't know how to take care of his heart and other shit. at first, this affected you and also worried joão, but then you dropped all those negative comments, focusing only on the good things with him.

“no, darling, there hasn’t” you reassure him, kissing his lips quickly, turning to face him, his hands never leaving you. “why now?”

he squeezes your waist.

“ah, you didn't say you love me back” he replies. “and you always do, right?”

you finally let out a laugh. he's confused, so you wrap your hands around his neck.

“i was joking, love,” you say, smiling. “i got you used to it, didn't i?”

relief washes over him instantly and he smiles.

“wouldn't that be a bad thing?” he tries to correct.

you widen your smile and shake your head.

“no, i've got you used to it very well,” you reinforce. “because that's the least you deserve: to hear every day that i love you. i love you.”

so he just kisses you, his heart warmer than ever, even though it's cold in chelsea.

pablo gavi

“did you get everything? aren't you forgetting anything?”

gavi checks his bag once more, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything after your question. when he seems sure, he quickly denies it with his head. 

“no, all set. shall we?”

you nod and pick up your own bag. you walk out together and enter the elevator hand in hand. you didn't live together, but sometimes you spent the night and went to work in the morning from his place, since some of your things were there and it made your life easier. it had been his idea and, even though you hesitated a little, you ended up accepting.

the elevator leaves you both in the parking lot, where your car is.

“see you later?” he asks and you nod, remembering that you were getting used to sleeping there more than once. “i love you.”

he kisses your lips and you return it, pulling away soon after.

“see you later, sweetheart.”

you say goodbye once more and walk to your car, ready to be on your way.

gavi stands still for a moment, trying to take in what has just happened. he watches as you get into your own car and drive past him, blowing a kiss into the air, but he can't even smile.

he stands there for a moment, feeling confused and odd, the situation was odd. you said goodbye to him in a strange way. 

now he was going to barcelona training with his head a little distracted. he couldn't keep up with the banter with the boys or do his best in practice. he seriously thought something was wrong with you, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what. 

his teammates asked him if he was all right or what was going on that had him so distracted, unable to concentrate one hundred percent on training. he would give a vague answer and carry on, even though his mind was wandering towards an answer that wasn't coming.

he thought a lot. about everything. about anything. he thought about texting you, but gave up. you always received a message from him every time he arrived at the training center, but this time he didn't. gavi simply didn't even think about it, his mind wandering back to the moment you said goodbye, trying to find out what had gone so wrong.

he tried to remember if he had missed anything, but he couldn't find it.

hours passed and it was time to go home again. you arrived first, a little tired, but you tried to prepare some homemade dinner to welcome him. gavi always arrived at the same time every day, on time, but on this one, he was ten minutes late.

you waited, sitting on the couch, watching some reality show that you didn't follow much, but that was what was passing your time. ten minutes later, you heard the door click.

when you turn to look at him, gavi goes off first, without even expecting anything beforehand.

“i just can't do it,” he begins, dropping his bag with his training stuff. “i've been thinking about it all day and i still can't reach a conclusion.”

you suppress a smile, but you're still a little confused.

“gavi?”

he looks at you, his shoulders slumped, his puss in boots expression.

“did i do something? are you upset about something? did something happen?” he fired off without taking a breath.

you pause the show and turn completely towards him, still sitting on the couch. you knew exactly what that meant, but you thought it would be fun to take it further.

“what do you mean ‘something?’ what are you talking about?” you play the fool.

gavi takes a deep breath. that had been torturing him all day. not even the smell of home-cooked food calms his nerves.

he approaches the couch.

“you didn't say you loved me back this morning,” he explains.

you try, but you can't suppress your laughter. you put your hand to your mouth, trying to control yourself, and gavi's expression changes.

“what's so funny?”

“baby, i was joking,” you confess.” i love you, gavi.”

you get up, trying to approach him while standing on the couch.

his mood changes. his eyes narrow towards you, trying to take in what you've just said.

“wait a minute, what?”

you laugh again.

“i was only joking. i didn't say i loved you this morning on purpose.”

you try to kiss him, but he pulls away, his expression tight.

“you…” he shakes his head, disbelieving that you had done it on purpose. he can't believe that he was stuck on it all day, while you knew it was a joke.

of course you let him think about it all day.

“that was ridiculous,” he says, still shaking his head and walking away, without giving you a chance to get closer and kiss him. “ridiculous, y/n.”

he walks down the corridor towards his room, totally shocked that it was all a joke, although part of him was relieved that everything was still fine and that he hadn't done anything wrong.

“come back here, it was a joke, baby!”

trent alexander-arnold

after checking his watch and realizing that he'd have to hurry if he wanted to be on time for practice, trent slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys from the bedside table. you were in the kitchen cleaning and rearranging some glasses to make room for the new wine ones you got as gifts. you'd almost forgotten about the prank you'd planned, but you only had to feel trent's kiss on your neck for a mischievous smile to appear on your face.

“i have to go, i love you. don't forget to check our reservation later.”

“ok, i'll let you know when i've confirmed it,” you replied, giving him a kiss.

trent smiled and made his way to the living room, then stopped. his head tilted slightly as if he were experiencing a sudden lightening.

“aren't you going to tell me you love me?!” he asked, still standing in the same spot.

“what? sorry, i'm distracted.”

“last chance!”

the sink tap was turned on, followed by other utensil noises. trent squinted his eyes and came back into the room to look at you – you really looked busy, too busy.

“hi, love. do you need anything else?”

trent arched an eyebrow.

“no, i'm on my way. love you.”

“ok, text me when you get there.”

silence.

“yeah, i'm going to spend a few days at dom's, good luck without me.”

he then dashed to the door, slamming it hard.

“what? trent!”

when you got there, you couldn't move the handle. it clearly wasn't locked, so you laughed in frustration when you realized what was going on.

“trent, i love you! it was a joke!”

you knew your boyfriend was considerably stronger, but you still tried to force the door once more. to no avail.

“oh yeah? now you do? didn't convince me.”

“you're going to be late!”

“this is more important, it's a life lesson.”

“fine! now let me see you and apologize properly,” you asked, resting your forehead on the door.

you stepped back when you felt the doorknob move slowly. there he was with the most unbearable expression of all and with his arms crossed, you soon knew that you would have a lot of work to do to make up for this great and terrible mistake.

you moved closer, uncrossed his arms and put them around your body.

“i love you very much, i just wanted to tease you with a little prank,” you said as you spread kisses along the length of his neck. “but you already knew that, right? you know i wouldn't let it slide.”

trent pouted, pretending to think about it, which shocked you. when you tried to pull away, he brought you back, smiling again – a genuinely cheeky smile.

“i know something would be very wrong if you'd forgotten, it's just that you're a pretty bad liar, so it was easy to figure out your little game.”

trent pressed a lingering kiss to your lips.

“just don't do it again, or i'll have to come up with my own pranks too.”

pedri gonzález

“damn, i'm really late,” you say, picking up the car keys and throwing them to pedri, who always seems to forget them when he goes out.

he picks up his bag and phone, quickly answering a message and looks up to see you putting on your heels, ready to leave together.

“i can drop you off at work,” he offers.

you wave your hand in denial.

“that means you'd be late, since it's the opposite direction. and we both know how coach flick feels about being late.”

he can't disagree and he knows you're right, but even so, his expression drops and you notice.

“it's okay, love. i've already called an uber,” you reassure him and pick up your own bag. “shall we?”

the two of you leave together and he locks the door to the apartment. since you always arrive first, he gives you back the key, because he always forgets to make his own copy, and you take the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator.

“did gavi confirm dinner?” you ask.

“yes, we're coming together,” pedri replies.

you nod and when you finally reach the parking lot for pedri to take his car, you check on your phone that your uber will arrive in front of the building in two minutes. you tell him so.

“i'll see you later, then.” he leans in to give you a kiss and you reciprocate. “i love you.”

“good training, love,” you say and say goodbye, turning to leave.

you hide a smile, proud that you managed to remember to play a little prank on him before you left. pedri is confused, the gears of his brain turning slowly as he processes the fact that you didn't say you loved him back.

then you feel a hand grab your arm and turn you around – it's him.

“pedri?”

“should i apologize to you for something?” he asks, his voice a little uncertain.

“do you think you need to?”

the panic takes over his face and you can see that he's trying to remember what he did wrong. it was more likely that he wouldn't find out and would send a text to the boys, asking how he could best apologize, even if he didn't know what the mistake was.

“did i leave the wet towel on the bed again?” he asks, first try. “jesus, fer gave out my number again and some girl called and you got it all wrong?”

“fer hasn't done that since the last time i scolded him.”

you try not to laugh when you see how desperate he is.

“pedri, i have to go. the uber's coming.”

“no!” he holds your arm tighter. “you can't leave without telling me what i need to apologize for. you didn't say you loved me back.”

you laugh, giving up. the plan was really to leave without telling him, but his genuine distress made you realize that you couldn't let him torture himself the whole way wondering what he'd done wrong and what he needed to apologize for. you'd rather he concentrated one hundred percent and entirely on training.

“i was only joking, okay? there's nothing for you to apologize for, love.” you approach him, caressing his cheek affectionately. “not even for the towel, which, by the way, yes, you forgot it wet this morning.”

pedri rolls his eyes and pinches your waist lightly.

“no funny business, y/n.” he snorts.

but his unhappy frown doesn't last long when you kiss his lips gently, this time being the one to apologize. 

“i couldn't resist,” you say. “i really have to go now. i'll see you later.”

“and...?” he encourages, still not letting go.

you chuckle and hear the uber notification.

“and i love you.”

it's only when he finally seems satisfied that he lets you go, but still makes you delay a minute longer with a kiss on the lips.

heungmin son

you brought the jacket that heungmin had forgotten on the couch, so he could finally close his suitcase. he was preparing for the season with the Korean national team, so you took the opportunity to spend your days off together. this time you couldn't join heungmin on the trip because your work schedule didn't allow it.

the drive to the airport was smooth, while you hummed along to the songs on the radio, heungmin took the chance to doze off in the passenger seat - his hand resting on your thigh the whole ride. 

you parked at the entrance to the airline gate, as you had to say goodbye to him there.

“send me a picture of the snacks in first class on this plane,” you asked excitedly, even though it wasn't the first time.

heungmin laughed.

“i love you, take care on the way back and let me know when you arrive.”

you pressed his cheeks with your hands and kissed him several times.

“have a good trip.”

heungmin pulled away and stared at you with a broad smile. then he got out of the car and you opened the trunk so he could get his things. in the rearview mirror, you noticed when he closed the door and stared into the distance with a question mark on his face. it took you a great deal of effort to hold back your laughter when he tapped twice on the window right next to you.

“i'm going now, i love you.”

“all right, take care,” you said, and gave him another tender kiss.

however, heungmin didn't move, leaning his elbows on the door.

“honey, i'm going to get fined if i stay here another minute.”

“i'm not worried about that. is everything alright?”

“everything's fine, did we forget something? do you want me to go back and get it?”

“i think i might have missed something, because you haven't said you love me.”

you pressed your lips together, unable to contain yourself in front of his worried expression. although you knew that heungmin would be fully capable of paying any fine, you didn't want to spend money on this kind of nonsense.

“it was a prank, my love. i love you, ok? now get going, because i don't want you to be late, and i don't want to spend money on an airport ticket.”

he stayed there, watching you, analyzing any sign of a lie. analyzing you like someone who has made a mistake and doesn't want to repeat it.

“heungmin!”

“fine, but you're not geting off that easy,” he warned, then walked away.

“come here, give me one more kiss.”

“no, rethink your actions. i'll see you when Ii get back.”

“heungmin, no! i love you!”

you could see his satisfied smile as he walked towards the airport entrance. a honk made you take notice of your surroundings again, but that wasn't what worried you. you honked back.

“i'm leaving, damn it!”

a few hours later, you saw the notification with a text from heungmin.

baby: [photo] i've already written down the names of the things that were served to us on the plane. i'll buy them for us when i think you deserve them again.

y/n: cruel

baby: only fair

mason mount

"have a nice day, sweetheart. i'm heading out. love you."

you were still curled up in bed. the day off came at a good time, because you felt completely exhausted and all you wanted to do was rot in that bed. it was unfair that mason had to leave, but you accepted it, not having much to do, but you thought you'd play with him a bit, before he left.

"have a good game this weekend. text me when you get home, yeah?" you mumbled.

mason nodded and was about to close the bedroom door and let you go back to sleep, when he realized what had just happened. you didn't say it back. you always did, it was something that came out automatically and genuinely from both of you, but not this time.

he put his hand on the doorknob and went back to looking at you in bed, your eyes alight with a mischievous gleam that he didn't notice.

"is everything alright?" he asked, worried.

mason wasn't usually insecure with you, he simply had no reason to be. so when something like this happened, he got worried that something was wrong and he didn't notice.

"yes," you answered, falsely confused by his question, when you knew where it's coming from.

mason shook his head slowly, processing. he dropped his bag on the floor and stepped closer to the bed, stopping right next to you.

"are you sure?" he continued, looking for something in your expression.

"what is it, mase?"

he let out a frustrated sigh. you could tell he was struggling to understand what was going on.

"you know you can tell me anything, right?" he reinforces.

"mase. love."

you got up, pushing the sheets away from your body, sitting up in bed.

"you didn't say you loved me back. is something wrong?"

"love, i don't..."

your heart squeezed when you saw his expression.

"because i say i love you every day in the most sincere way i can. come on, tell me, what happened? i can cancel my flight right now and we'll sort it out."

"mase, what? no!"

he couldn't be serious about canceling his flight and not being at the game this weekend, for goodness sake! it was an important game and he was still earning his place in the team, you would never let him do that, even if there was something wrong.

"baby, i was joking. of course i love you back." you giggled, leaning your forehead against his.

"what?" he let go and you laughed even harder. 

"that's not funny, y/n! you scared me."

"sorry, sorry!" you rushed to say, kissing his lips."it was just a prank. no canceling flights, okay?"

he shook his head, his lips almost forming a pout.

"i'm not convinced it was a prank. are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

him doubting you made you realize that the prank didn't go as planned. however, you also learned that it was important to him, in a way you hadn't imagined.

"there's nothing wrong, i promise."

he arched his eyebrow.

"really?"

this time you rolled your eyes.

"mason. you don't believe me?" you fire back.

"i just...” he tried to say, but you interrupted him.

"i love you. yesterday, today, tomorrow. the rest of my life. i love you."

he finally seemed convinced and held your face with both hands, foreheads still pressed together.

"even if things go wrong?"

"especially if things go wrong."

he smiled. so openly that you found yourself melting for his beauty again - secretly.

"i'll never get tired of hearing that."

[dreamsinarcadia]

Pillow Talk

The one where 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 implied 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? Want to stay in bed a little while longer to recharge?”

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

“…okay fine,” she grumbled, “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.

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[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

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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

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Unholy

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dating son heung-min would include

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Masterlist

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Masterlist

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 11

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Masterlist

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Masterlist

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Imagine

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Drabble

loohs-world

Imagines

heungsmin

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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.

[golden-lovers]

rodrigo bentancur biting the curb 4k

[sportswriters]

sportswriters' football recommendations list

first of all, we love lists. second of all, we appreciate everyone who takes their time to put these works together, so we decided to do our own recommendation post. at last, these authors deserve all the love, we keep coming back to the space you created in this mess of a world. thank you, truly.

be aware of the individual warnings before reading. if the links are wrong or stopped working, please let us know.

love, namu and ella.

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]

The Window

The one where sleep-logged Sonny forgets to close the window

pairing: sonny x fem!reader

warning: yet to be proofread

She wondered how best to describe her love for Sonny. Some days it was exhilarating as it was intoxicating - he’d come home armed with flowers and a smile so bright it’d crease the corners of his eyes. He’d linger at the door and fill in the silence with stories of his day as she’d nod attentively from her spot in front of the mirror, applying make up while trying not to melt into a puddle at the intensity of his gaze. Some days he’d walk straight into her arms, a storm cloud practically raging to life over his head as he’d lament the loss of the day’s match.

But even in times of pure frustration, Sonny’s gentleness was like a blessing in disguise - a patch of blue sky amongst the dark clouds. He’d wrap strong arms around her, trapping her in the bastille of his warm embrace on nights when the silence was deafening, inadvertently chasing away the shadows of doubt that she didn’t even realize were creeping in.

Waking up to the uncomfortable prickles of a shiver running rampant on her skin was by no means the way she wanted to be greeted in the morning. With a disgruntled sigh, she willed her eyes to open as much as possible to try and read the time. The clock on the bedside table read 7:35 am, a perfectly reasonable time to wake up and get ready for work, yet all she wanted to do was burrow deeper into the covers and slip right back into dreamland.

She honestly had no one to blame other than herself (and maybe even Sonny). She’d insisted that her boyfriend eat something before bed, and he’d retaliated by coaxing her to staying up way past both their usual bedtime hours. She’d charmed him with stories of her grandmother playfully wielding her slipper as a weapon against her siblings, her father travelling from Goyang to Seoul on a daily basis in an attempt to woo her mother, and a few more stories in an attempt to distract him from the weariness of the day. Of course, this meant that she’d lost track as the hours that slipped away in the quiet comfort of each other's voices, filling in the gaps that too often felt like chasms in their time together.

With the demands of his life, Sonny was like a fleeting gust of wind in the summer. It was a demanding lifestyle, one that he’d fought tooth and nail to achieve. Bearing this in mind, she never once asked him to devote more time than he honestly could on her. So when he could carve out time just for her, she treasured it, sleeplessness and all. His laughter was worth the countless yawns she’d have to endure at work (much to the amusement of her coworkers).

He was worth the loss of sleep.

Shifting underneath the covers, she focused her gaze on Sonny, dozing blissfully by her side. The sight of him, long lashes resting against the curve of his cheeks and his lips parted just slightly enough for a light snore to fill the silence, made the corners of her mouth tug upwards into an amused smile. He really was the epitome of innocence at moments of stillness, the sharp edges of a man put down by the events of the day lost in slumber. His arm was draped languidly over her waist, anchoring her close to his side in that tender and protective way he always did, even in his sleep. He always ran hot; the heat and weight of his limb was nothing short of grounding, reminding her that despite the chaos of his world they were each other’s anchors.

Yesterday’s match against Liverpool had been resoundingly intense, and the following drop in points on the Premier League table had taken a toll on him. She could tell that he was beyond exhausted. The performance could honestly be chalked up to the fact that half the starting team was in the depths of a medical nightmare. They’d lost, and yet Sonny blamed no one but himself. He felt raw, exposed, his mind a blend of misery and despair, haunted by the taunting boos and curses flung his team’s way from the fans in the stands. The bitter disappointment of the evening still clawed relentlessly at his dreams.

The unhurried flutter of the window curtains signalled the cool morning breeze intruding into her bedroom, but not even the chill of the breath of wind could wake the human furnace beside her. As she lay in silent envy of her boyfriend’s ridiculously gorgeous slumbering form - whilst wondering how best to shove him off the bed in the nicest way possible - her attention zeroed in on the open window.

The claws of another chill ran shivers up her spine, so she burrowed deeper into Sonny’s side, taking full advantage of the warmth he inadvertently provided. As if sensing her discomfort, his arm immediately curled tighter around her waist, though he remained in a state of blissful slumber. He must have been running through mental notes on the match though, because his muscles were tightly coiled as if ready to spring into action at any given moment. His breathing, in contrast, remained steady and constant, and she tried to match her own breathing to his rhythm. Maybe that would help lull her back to sleep.

Her eyelids fluttered as drowsiness quickly began to pull her back into its loving embrace.

If only she’d remembered to close the damn window before bed—

And suddenly her eyes were wide open as realisation slammed into her consciousness. She was not the window culprit. It was Sonny!

She hadn’t been in the room at the time, but she could easily picture it; him half-dazed, muscles screaming in protest, vision clouded with the weight of the match’s results, and then . . . the window left ajar, as if his mind couldn't quite handle the simple task with everything else loaded on his plate.

She couldn’t even feign annoyance even if she’d tried. He must have been truly drained to forget a task that he’d practically drilled into his routine. She took the time to appreciate the familiarity of his body pressed against his own, the rhythmic thump of his heart beat, the wonderfully mind numbing scent of vanilla and something so indescribably Sonny and the way her fingers travelled up to tangle his hair, eventually pulling him from his dreams.

Face twitching, long eyelashes fluttered against the pillow as his lips parted to inhale a sharp bout of air. Her fingernails scraped lazily across his scalp, the familiarity of the motion finally waking him from whatever remnant of sleep he had been lost in.

“Sonny,” she whispered playfully. “Did you forget about anything last night?”

He grumbled incoherently in protest, shifting a little to try and pull her closer, but she wiggled back just enough to keep him succumbing to the drowsiness. As if to prove her point, she jammed her icy toes into his knees. He immediately jerked, his forehead creasing as his eyes shot open at the surprise attack, no longer able to hang onto the last tempting tendrils of sleep. Sonny blinked, not quite seeing her through the thick haze of sleep. The half-conscious, and thoroughly puzzled, sleep-logged look he gave her honestly was adorable.

“Goodnight kiss?” He tried, voice rough with sleep and doing wonders to send an eruption of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. His cheeky little smile carried the tilt of mischief she’d come to adore.

Shuffling forward to close the gap she’d created, Sonny pressed a kiss to the warmth of her cheek, taking a second to marvel at the immediate relief of tension from his shoulders. He could spend days in bed like this with her.

“The window, Son Heung-min,” she reminded him. “I’m freezing.”

His expression adjusted as a less than stellar joke dawned on him. “Ah,” he exclaimed thoughtfully. “I’m Heung-min.”

She really did resist the force of a tidal wave in order to stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her head, so chose to jab a finger into his shoulder instead. “Baby. The window.”

Sonny blinked, trying his best to assess her words the best he could after having just woken up, before craning his neck to pin his gaze on the confounded window. Clarity finally broke through as he smashed his face into the pillow and groaned to try and escape the responsibility. The corner of his mouth, however, quirked into a small apologetic grin. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Mmm. You’re lucky I’m comfortable,” she teased lightly, combing her fingers through his hair and running them across the back of his neck, watching in delight as he shivered delicately under the cool touch.

Humming in agreement, he yanked her closer to his side and grabbed the sheet so that she couldn’t escape. “Can I close it in a minute?”

She raised an eyebrow, a gesture that he couldn’t see from having his face mashed into the pillow, but definitely felt in his bones. “I can feel you glaring at me ,” he mumbled as she laughed and kissed his shoulder. It was time to get up and get ready for practice anyway.

He released a groan that came from the depths of his chest, clearly not thrilled about leaving the comfort of the bed and his beloved girlfriend, but the glint in her eyes was inventive enough to get him in motion. At a snail’s pace, he pushed himself up, his bare chest exposed to the chill in the room (he’d shucked his hoodie into a corner of the room at some point in the night). His sweatpants hung delectably low on his hips, the fabric clinging to his frame in a way that left so very little to the imagination.

In that moment, she just laid there, still in the soft glow of the morning light, admiring him as he broke into a lazy jog to close the window. His muscles rippled with each movement—his broad shoulders, the small bruises adorning his hip and legs at whatever knocks he’d picked up on the field, the defined lines of his chest and abs, all sculpted from the harsh physicality of the life he led, a few of the endless challenges and unspoken battles on the pitch. There were scars—faded over the course of time—chiselled into his skin like a map of his past, each one a testament to the strength he carried, the price he paid to be the athlete he was now.

She never asked about them; they were a part of his past that he’d really rather not have experienced. Though they were reminders that the sport he played was at times more dangerous than expected, they never scared her. If anything, each scar made him more real… more human. More her Sonny than the beloved Son Heung-min captaining both a Premier League and National team.

Her heart practically swelled triple its size at the way his back muscles rippled when he yanked the window shut with a nimble touch before turning around. The chill no longer bit at her skin, and the air was significantly warmer. The warmth, however, wasn’t simply because of the window being closed. It was him. It has always been him.

Sonny’s lips, upon catching her gaze the moment he’d turned around, curved into his signature wide smile, completing missing the fact that she was ogling him like a tall glass of cool water on a sweltering summer day. “Better?”

“Yes,” she mumbled. “Thank you.” Her voice, still a little rough with sleep, caught in her throat as her eyes raked his figure. She was fighting an internal war to keep a raging blush from colouring her cheeks and setting her ears on fire.

His smile faltered at the way she’d been silently staring at him, mistaking the quiet admiration of his build for something else. Raising a hand, his fingers ventured across the five o’clock shadow on his face. “What? Drool on my face?” he asked, a touch of humour in his voice.

She shook her head. “No,” she said, much softer now, “just… you.”

Crossing the distance between the window and the foot of the bed, Sonny beamed down at her and scrunched his brows in question. “Me?”

Words couldn’t quite articulate how much she loved him, and she didn’t quite know how to get the message across without bursting into tears. “I love you,” she said simply, choosing to tell him the truth as it simply was.

He stood still, smile melting into something that read quiet contemplation as he studied the sincerity in her tone and eyes.

"You do?" he murmured, his voice a little raspier than usual, thick with untapped emotion. He rounded the corner to stand by her side and reached over, his hand brushing gently against the apple of her cheek, a gesture that seemed to speak volumes more than words could.

She nodded, her impish little smile still there, but now tinged with a softness that only he could extract from her core. "Yes," she whispered again, a little breathless at the unexpected intensity of the moment, "just you, Sonny."

The silence seemed to stretch for hours, though it was a glacial ten seconds at best. He studied her, his gaze deep and knowing, like he was searching for something in her eyes. And then, with a slight curve of his lips, he said it back, his voice so raw, so full of everything he usually kept hidden beneath multiple layers of humour and sarcasm.

“I love you.”

It was simple, but the way he said it—the way his fingers ghosted over her cheek before trailing down to cup the back of her neck, the way his gaze softened, like the weight and noise of the world didn't matter as long as she was there—made the words feel more real than anything. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her in a soft, lingering kiss.

When she pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breathing steadier now. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“Yes, you do,” she countered, moving her hands from underneath the covers to rest on his shoulders. “And if you can’t believe that right now, then believe this: I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

He didn’t respond with words this time. Instead, he wound his arms around her frame to pull her in, holding her like she truly was the only thing anchoring him to the world. And perhaps, for the time being, that was exactly what she chose to be.

They stayed like that for a while as the morning stretched on, ignoring the cries of the alarm that alerted them of the danger of running late for work. And honestly? The world could wait.

happy new year everybody 💙

comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💙

[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.

[shobaes]

When i read this whole story, i just can't stop smiling and giggling like a fool🫠

Can't take my eyes off you (Son Heung-Min x female!reader)

Summary: you're a sports journalist and you get assigned to interview the players after the matches. Sonny starts crushing on the pretty interviewer and looks forward to every post-match interview just to spend some time talking to you.

Author's note: a post by @sonnys-fan-not-spurs-fan gave me this cute idea and i had to write it 😩 thank you so much for letting me use the idea and for sending me the adorable gif 🥹 i hope you all like!! Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language ❤️

The first time Sonny saw you he was breathless. He had just gotten off the pitch after a painful loss in the Premier League and was heading to the press area for the post match interviews when he laid his eyes on you.

It was seriously like Sonny.exe has stopped working. He was thinking 'what's going on? Who is this gorgeous woman? Is it- is she going to interview me? What am I g-' and suddenly, in those few seconds, it was like he had forgotten about that awful match his team had just had, just trying to process the thought of such stunning woman standing there.

You, on the other hand, were just as nervous. Being a young sports journalist and being assigned to interview the players after the matches was a big deal. And, of course, being a huge football fan, you were excited as well.

You had already interviewed Spurs' striker Harry Kane and brazilian star Richarlison, but now you couldn't wait to talk to *swoon* Korea's pride Son Heung-Min. He was one of your favorite football players ever and you were so excited to- oh my gosh, here he comes! *professional mode on* 🧐

The staff was quick to push Sonny to the press area, making you both come back to reality. You didn't lose time and introduced yourself, starting the interview.

"Good evening, mr. Son. I'm (Y/N) (L/N). We watched Spurs going with a great first half, but unfortunately finishing the match with negative results. Do you think the change in tactics had something to do with this performance?"

"I- I think- I... good evening-" - he tried forming a logical answer, but he was so affected by your presence he could only stutter a few words.

What was going on? You had seen some interviews before and he wasn't always like that. Were you such a terrible interviewer?lol

You started feeling a bit worried but remained professional as the interview went on and he started to feel more like himself.

When you finished, you thanked him:

"Thank you, mr. Son. Until next time!"

He replied with his signature "thank you very much" as he thought 'will there be a next time?!'

Even though the thought of seeing the beautiful interviewer again made him happy, he got a bit nervous, because he didn't want to look like a fool again lol so he promised himself he would get prepared to have a better interview next time he saw you.

And for you, needless to say it was the highlight of your day. Being that close and talking to your idol like that? And getting paid to do it?? Hell yeah. Even though he acted a bit weird... but you were definitely going to work hard to make next time better for both of you 🙏🏻

***************

And it worked! On the next interview, Sonny wasn't caught off guard like the first time (lol) so he was definitely more prepared to deal with talking to his new crush you. It also helped that Tottenham had won the match AND Sonny had scored, so you had several compliments for him and for the team 😏

"Good evening, mr. Son! It's (Y/N) (Y/N). What a great match! Congratulations on that beautiful goal" - you said smiling and you could see his smile was as big as yours - "what do you think changed from last week that led to this victory today?"

This time Sonny could form perfect sentences (he thanked God for that) and he was happy he could perform well and give you a great interview.

When it was done, you both thanked each other again and he left, both of you feeling your hearts warm.

***************

After that, the next interviews went smoothly and Sonny started to feel more comfortable being around you. He started being more open and playful, even cracking some jokes sometimes, only to hear the beautiful sound that was your laugh.

In one of those times he even asked you to call him Sonny instead of mr. Son.

Yes, he had this nerve.

"Hello, mr. Son. I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I would like to discuss-"

"Ah please you can call me Sonny" - he said smiling so sweetly you almost melted in front of him.

This time it was you.exe that stopped working. Goddamnit. We know you always tried to keep it professional, but this time you couldn't help the blush on your cheeks. It was just too much cuteness for you to handle.

"Um, okay, um, Sonny" - you said looking at him a bit insecure, but his look was so heartwarming you immediatly felt safe.

***************

And so days passed and this went on.

You know, Sonny didn't mind the post match interviews. Not at all, he thought the interviewers were doing their job just like he did his, so he always tried to be nice. But this time it was different. He would wait anxiously for the post match interviews so that he could have a little moment with you, your attention 100% fixed on him. Even if his team had lost, seeing your familiar face there, your kind eyes and listening to your gentle voice always made him feel better. It was like a reward after his hard work on the pitch.

He loved the way your eyes would never leave his, how polite you always were and how you chuckled when he said something funny. He always tried to make you have fun and give you a good interview, but he was careful to not let show the big crush he was developing on you.

And you, well, you couldn't say you didn't love it too. The way he always listened to your questions and never took his eyes off you, how he always greeted you with his best smile even if he'd had a bad match, being close to him and looking into his eyes... it was really the dream job.

***************

The day you weren't there (poor you caught a flu and your voice sounded super funny, so you had to rest at home) and another journalist came to interview him he was SO disappointed.

He came to the press area with that cute grin of his and, when he didn't see you, the slump on his shoulders was visible.

"(Y/N), you had to see how sad Son was 'cause you weren't there. That guy has a total liking on you" - your colleague told you when he met you on the next week.

"Oh please, that's absolutely not true" - you said, trying to wave that off and hoping he wouldn't notice how affected you were - "it was just the results, he was probably upset because of that."

"But they won, (Y/N). There was no reason for him to be sad during the interview. He was definitely missing your cute face there" - he said, with a smirk and you could feel your cheeks turn pink.

***************

Sometimes, even after he finished his interview, he would stay behind a bit just to watch you work. Of course he didn't make it obvious, he would always stay talking to a teammate or a staff member, but he would use that time to steal little glances at you.

He even felt a bit bad seeing you talking to the other players and giving them that beautiful smile of yours. Was that jealousy?! It didn't make sense, because you weren't his after all. God, you barely knew each other. But he couldn't help thinking he wanted the kindness, attention and those warm smiles only for him. He wanted you for him.

***************

In one of these times when he was admiring you from a distance, Richarlison noticed it and Sonny was in big trouble.

"Hey!" - Richie said, snapping Sonny out of his trance - "stop staring at the hot interview lady and go ask her out".

Sonny got as red as a tomato.

"What! I'm- I'm not staring, I'm just- I" - he stuttered and Richie soon cut him off.

"Hey, say no more, i can already see what's going on here" - he smirked - "i'll only tell you this: if you don't ask her out by the end of the week, i'll go tell her myself" - he said and then left, leaving Sonny with a blush on his cheeks and a big problem to solve.

Of course he liked you, but did he have the guts to ask you out? Well, he needed to gather his courage and it had to be soon, because if there's one thing he was sure of is that Richie wasn't lying.

And with that, he decided he was going to talk to you after the next match's interview. God help him.

***************

On that day, he talked to you during the interview and he seemed a bit off again, but you couldn't tell why (only himself knew how nervous he was inside ajskajakaj). He waited around a bit like he always did, always stealing those adorable glances at you from time to time (damn, what power you had on him to make him feel like a boy with a crush?).

When you finished your work and had already interviewed all of the players you were supposed to talk to, you stepped aside to gather your stuff and go back home. But this time you had a surprise!

Sonny took a deep breath and approached you. It was the first time he was going to talk to you off cameras and his heart was pouding so hard, he could barely hear his own thoughts.

"Umm hi (Y/N)!" - he got closer to you and greeted you, a bit shy.

You heard his familiar voice and turned around and, really, none less than Son Heung-Min was standing in front of you with that cute smile of his and his hands behind his back.

What could he possibly want with you? Not that it wasn't always a pleasure talking to your idol, but you couldn't understand why he was reaching out for you, an ordinary journalist, after you had already finished your duties.

But of course you weren't just an ordinary journalist in Sonny's eyes. To him, you were one of the prettiest, sweetest and most competent women he had ever met. He wanted to spend more time with you, to look at you, to be with you. And now he was going to tell you that.

Or at least he thought so, until you turned around and looked at him with your beautiful smile. At that moment he forgot the whole script he had in mind.

"Oh hello, Sonny! Congrats again on the performance today, it is really a pleasure watching you play" - you smiled softly at him.

Yep, that broke him. He couldn't think straight after those kind words from such a beautiful girl.

"Um, wow, thank you" - he chuckled, feeling a little heat on his cheeks.

'Focus, Heungmin. Focus' - he told himself.

"Well, (Y/N), i was wondering, are you busy this friday night? I mean, we don't have matches this day so i thought you might be free as well and we could, maybe, you know, go out for dinner or something" - he said, spitting the words out as a bit of courage took him over.

You couldn't believe your ears. Was the Son Heung-Min really asking you out? You were so surprised it took you a moment to process his words and try to understand if it wasn't actually a prank or something, because it was too good to be true.

"I, um..."

Poor Sonny thought that meant you weren't interested, but you were actually just thinking if you should pinch yourself to wake up from that dream lol that made him a bit worried, but he was determined to let it all out.

"Look, (Y/N)" - he sighed - "i'm obviously very nervous because i clearly don't do this often" - he chuckled - "but i think you're amazing and i really admire you, and i would like to get to know you more. I mean, we're always talking about me, but i would like to get to know more about you too, because you seem like a really great person" - he looked down shyly as he spoke.

He was sooooo adorable you couldn't take it 😩 so when he started talking again you immediatly cut him off.

"It's okay if you don't feel comfortable about it, i just needed to t-"

"I would love to!" - you interrupted him, smiling - "Sonny, it would be a total pleasure"

His face instantly lit up.

"Really?" - he said, smiling and lifting his face up, making his hair jiggle a little.

You chuckled at his adorableness.

"Of course! You know what, uno reverse card: now you ask the questions. Think you can handle it?" - you said, playfully.

He threw his head back and laughed. The sight was so adorable you couldn't believe this angel was really asking you out.

"It's a deal then, ms. (L/N)" - he said and put his hand out as you shook it. That first touch was electrifying for both of you.

"Deal" - you echoed his words, winking.

"Well, then i have to go practice to really not disappoint the best journalist i know" - he said with a grin - "let's keep in touch until then?"

"Sounds perfect" - you said, smiling.

Wow, you loved seeing him like that, feeling comfortable and playing around. You couldn't wait for Friday.

You said goodbyes and Sonny felt like a weight had been lifted up from his shoulders. Did he really just ask his crush out and she said yes?! He couldn't wait to tell Richie about it. He would so be proud 😉

[antspaul]

end to end for director's cut

end to end, post canon kaneson, 5.8k, rated T

As the sun sets on the last day of Heungmin’s career, the sky over Tottenham Hotspur Stadium turns a deep shade of navy blue.

OMG okay so firstly this fic was written specifically for my beloved @roykentalwaysremains , whose fresh tottenham hotspur fixation i capitalized on to drag him into the pits of rpf hell with me.

In a lot of ways end to end is a love letter to max and you elle and everyone else we spent last season watching footy with. It’s definitely wish fulfillment!! But also me putting the hope out into the universe that a time and place that brought me a lot of joy stays whole & important in some way.

Commentary on specifics below the cut!

When it came to choosing which players would come back for Sonny’s testimonial, I struggled with imposter syndrome in a real way LOL. Obviously, I did not follow spurs at the time (or at this time currently. Or really in any other way than through my pocket of friends who are spurs fans) and don’t have a great grasp of those guys, their talent level & potential longevity, their narratives, etc etc. Future fics will never be evergreen but you never want something you’ve put effort into to be completely obsolete, like, three months later. Eventually, I leaned into the wish fulfillment of it all and decided to be vague about the specific roster of guys on Sonny’s testimonial team (as well as any details about their opposition)

I mean, testimonials are barely even done anymore LOL and I can’t imagine the trend will reverse in the handful of years until Sonny retires.

More than any of them, Heungmin knows Harry’s rough edges. There used to be nothing left of Harry to discover. Then Harry went to Germany. Six years later, Heungmin feels a bit like Brennan, wide-eyed and amazed, not sure what to expect.

This line, as well as a few others from later sections of the fic, is essentially all that remains of the first fic I had vaguely planned to write for Max’s birthday. That fic, discussed in length BEFORE spurs and bayern did NOT play into the kaneson narrative with their friendly in Korea this summer, would have followed their meeting there. messages i sent to Max when we were discussing it:

so much potential here tbh…. kaneson meeting again on the field after h left but in son’s home country….. something something home something strangers something something….. sonny had lived a full life in korea that h would never know, and until a year before son had known h in the only place he’d ever called home, but maybe in five, ten years h would be as strange to son as son’s life before tottenham was to h…..

i’m envisioning them meeting up after the game and son takes him to his favorite place back home and they catch up and realize like. there’s no separate harry or son pre or post spurs. they’re both complete people and always have been and the best thing about loving someone else is spending your whole life getting to know them because no one is ever truly entirely Knowable and spurs is not the end all be all of Harry and Son, it’s just the place where for a while they were able to exist together. and they’ll always love it for that….

spurs is a place and spurs is a time but more importantly spurs was something they chose to be together. and bitch guess what….. NOTHING CAN TAKE THAT AWAY FROM THEM

and then Harry Kane decided he wasn’t a team player and WASNT AT THE KOREA FRIENDLY 👎👎👎👎👎

anyways

I really debated where I wanted H to end up in his retirement MLS career. He WILL be going in MLS I have no doubts about this, but idk for some reason I couldn’t imagine him on the west coast, but I also couldn’t imagine him specifically at one of the two evil New York teams with their multi club owners LOL. For a minute I was like …Boston??? New England Rev?? But then I decided fuck it, if Lamps went into the City system so can Harry. to NYCFC it is

When Heungmin came to Tottenham the new grounds were nothing but an abstract promise, loose dirt and construction vehicles and scaffolding. Months often went by with little to no visible progress. Many times Heungmin wondered if Tottenham Hotspur Stadium would ever be more than a half-constructed pile of steel beams and rubble. Yet despite everything, in front of them shines this glittering, otherworldly stadium that Harry and Heungmin get to call home before anyone else. The gradual transformation makes Heungmin believe that what they’re building, he and Harry and all the other lads on the team, will grow to become what it was always meant to be.

It’s not the grounds, Harry insists. It’s them. Heungmin doesn’t see the difference.

A thread that runs throughout most of my writing is the way that memory dwells in place. This fic is certainly an example of that! My academic research has a lot to do with the way that people construct identities based on place and space, and that comes through in how I connect setting to character.

Taking Harry seriously as a competitor adds a touch of normalcy to their relationship that Son hasn’t felt for a long time. Their friendship is not a sacred, delicate flame to hold close to his chest. It does not need protection from the wind.

This is another remnant of the previously mentioned AU. It’s also one of my favorite lines in the fic.

“It was kind of nice, actually,” Dele says. “Made the rest of us look better for once. I swear, bro, I nutmegged you at least eight times that day.”

I’ve heard that Dele was notorious for nutmegging his teammates relentlessly back in the day.

“Really? All that for fucking Bloodborne?” says Brennan, looking at Heungmin, as Harry walks off.

Heungmin laughs. “Don’t look at me! I still don’t remember. I don’t think I would stay up late for two weeks.”

This moment is a really important one for Sonny, just as important as his and Harry’s kiss a few scenes earlier. When he doesn’t remember a pretty small detail that doesn’t quite match up with how he thinks about himself from back then, he’s prompted to reflect on how much he’s changed since then. In this fic, Sonny sort of lives in the past, especially in the moments of his past where he felt the potential for things that never truly materialized. On a small scale, he’s forced to reckon with the fact that no matter what, he is a fundamentally different person than he was during the period of his life that will forever define his career. I think Tottenham as a club — and Sonny here in this fic, representing them — has a tendency to self-mythologize. And when buy into your own narrative, it can be too easy to overlook the messier parts of your past that don’t fit so well into that narrative.

Anyways those are most of the thoughts I have on that fic!! Thank you for the ask elle ILY!!!

[writingmeraki]

a part 2 of this drabble ?

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Spurs social media admin is so lucky because imagine being greeted by THE Son Heungmin everyday. I would do anything to be in that position

Everyone at Spurs is lucky 😅😅 but they know it.

If I had that job, I would be posting Sonny content everyday. He's our superstar 🥰 and he got another high profile contract the other day. Superstar things.