I love your writing, so I wanted to try making a request
could you do one about Sonny? Maybe where the reader is a famous actress or singer? Thank youu ❤️
ur the first request I’ve ever gotten so tysm! I really hope u like it and pls don’t be shy to request more! sending a big hug^^
Word count: 0.8k apologies if it's too short :(
Pairing: Sonny x Famous Actress fem!reader
Warnings: none, just some cute fluff and reunion<3
Time seems to go by the slowest it’s ever gone.
Glancing once more at the time displayed on your phone, you let out a nervous sigh, adjusting the mask and baseball cap you wore on your face to protect your identity.
It was the early morning hours after the World Cup Match between South Korea and Ghana. The exclusive hotel lounge room you sat in was almost empty except for a few people and bar staff. Looking through the sky lounge view to see the city’s bright lights couldn’t help but get you lost in your own thoughts.
Sonny had no clue that you had come to surprise him during the world wide event, but after today's loss for South Korea, you felt even more certain that you still needed to support and cheer on your man in person.
Being a pretty well known and famous actress meant that your dating and personal life was always in the spotlight before your acting skills. When you first started dating pro football player Son Heungmin, you knew that you had to keep your relationship a secret for the sake of both yourselves.
With the help of arrangements made by the staff and managers of both sides, you had just one short week to stay in Qatar with your boyfriend of four years. A room was booked at the same hotel where Sonny and his teammates were staying, letting you spend some much needed time with him.
“Would you like a refill of your tea miss?” a waiter passing by asked you, giving him a no thank you and assurance that you were fine. You were far too nervous to be reunited with your man.
With you asking Sonny’s personal manager to let him know you were here at the hotel, all you could do was wait and see what your boyfriend’s reaction would be. You knew that he missed you just as much as you did, but would also feel guilty about making you take time out of your busy film schedule for him.
You’re patiently waiting until you feel a tap on your shoulder, eagerness getting to the best of you and making you turn around expecting to see Sonny.
The expression in your eyes diminishes just a bit when you see a small girl standing behind you with a pen and notebook in hand, appearing to be just eight or nine years old.
As she hands the notebook to you, her eyes light up when she carefully examines your hidden face. “It is you, right? Are you not the actress Y/N Y/L/N?” she gleams.
You push down the smallest feeling of disappointment, instead replacing it with a happy and welcomed feeling as you nod softly, sending the little fan a smile.
Ruffling the girl’s bangs, you write a quick signature on the page, beaming at your fan.
“Don’t tell anybody I’m here, promise?” You say, watching as the girl nods her head and thanking you for the autograph with a huge smile.
You’re watching her dash away with a small ache in your heart, before you finally see the figure of the man you waited for in the corner of your eye. The man stares at you, his heart clenching and moving a beat faster at the loving sight of yourself.
Sonny stands there with tired eyes, unruly hair, but the biggest smile and a few tears on his face. The sight of his rushed appearance makes your heart clench, knowing how fast he must have rushed down when you see the mismatched socks on his feet.
The only thing you two lovers can do is rush over to each other in reunion, letting Sonny grasp your waist and pull you close to his body, inhaling the scent of your hair that he missed the most. You don’t care if the mask and baseball cap somehow come off, revealing your identity to the public. Even when some staff whisper to one another about the two of you meeting, all you can do is sob quietly into the crook of Sonny’s neck, holding on tight. He does the same.
You pull away for just a second before he’s struggling to let his words out. “H-How did you… I thought you couldn’t come?” he states in disbelief, holding your smaller hand in his own.
You laugh at his stutter, wiping away his tears and telling him the change of plans. Sonny looks at you with the utmost adoration you’ve seen him show in the past four years of you two dating, and pulls you in for a much awaited kiss.
It’s soft but hard, needy and full of longing that was pent up in both of you, letting his hands interlock with your own. You smile in the kiss, and Sonny feels that with you here, his matches will surely get better.
Though one would see a scandal occurring between two celebrity figures out in public, to the two of you, it was a precious reunion of lovers.
pairing : son heungmin x gn!reader, strangers to ???.
warnings : mentions of heartbreak indirectly, slight cussing, stupid choices (pls don't stay out in pouring rain nor run through rain.)
author's note : here is a small little drabble i came up with today hehe ^^ ! sonny deserves sm love and I really liked writing this ngl :D anyways hope you like it as well 🤎!!!
word count : 1.6k
The rain was pouring hard on the earth as though mother nature itself seemed to be upset. It poured angrily and harshly. Mercilessly.
In a way even though it left no mercy for whoever decided to face it head-on, it wrapped a sort of serene comfort around many, sad souls would find comfort in knowing the sky is mourning with them, for them. Happy souls could find joy in the lines the raindrops left on windows, the little puddles that were always the best to jump in. It was as if the rain was meant for everyone and it truly was.
Humans and their little joys in life.
You smiled up at the sky as you stood there, waiting under a shelter because you had missed your bus due to staying at the library longer than usual to finish your final psychology essay.
You were glad you did grab an umbrella before you left the house that day but it still seemed as though the fury of the earth had not yet calmed and you knew your umbrella stood no chance in a war against the harsh droplets of rain.
Your eyes scanned your surrounding ahead of you and you raised an eyebrow when you saw something or rather someone sitting on a bench a bit further away.
Huh? How did I miss them? You thought as you wondered how you completely missed a human but then you realized it was probably your tired state.
You looked at your expensive and rather beautiful,black watch which your best friend, Heechan, had gotten for you as a present even though you insisted you didn't need such an expensive gift.
'11:37' it read and you looked up at the stranger again wondering why they'd be sitting outside in such a downfall at the late hours of the night.
As you took in their figure, you realized it was a man.
You began to notice his body language and it seemed...
It seemed like he was down.
You found irony as to how his sullen mood seemed to have matched the equally sullen weather.
You should follow the stranger danger rule, your mother had always taught you that. It was something you obeyed even till now, when you were a fully grown twenty three year old human being.
Yet you couldn't help but want to at least figure out why he'd been sitting in the pouring rain, with his narrowed eyes, you think it was probably from the droplets entering his eyes and him trying to keep them open.
And for once it seemed as though your gut agreed with your initial thoughts and you being sensible you decided to just go with it.
As you opened up your umbrella, you still mentally prepared to become soaked even though you prayed to the heavens to have a bit of empathy for you.
You began walking towards him slowly yet firmly, careful so as to not slip and have to have an embarrassing first impression on a complete stranger.
The water puddles splashed against your feet as you cringed at the way your long pants began feeling more and more wet making you now have second guesses as to whether it was really worth it to confront the stranger.
Son Heungmin had been sitting on the bench physically being present at the place, his clothes being drenched showing no emotions on his face as he stared at well...nothing.
Yet his mind seemed to have been doing all the hard work, contemplating, questioning, wandering as a million different thoughts flew around it yet the most prominent one stood.
Why?
A simple yet heavy question that laid on the tip of his tongue but it seemed it was as if his mouth protested against letting out any sort of sound so the question just laid on his tongue and mind feeling more and more weighty as time passed by.
Suddenly before he could even make out how there stood a figure infront of him his body seemed to have realised it firstly when it felt no more of the strident downpour on it.
It took him a second to focus on the pair of shoes in front of him and his gaze immediately moved upwards.
You stood there holding the umbrella barely being able to cover the both of you but you would rather it cover the strange man more due to just the purity of your heart even though your mind did rationalise it was pointless seeing he was already soaked but hey at least it was still something right?
Beautiful.
Was the first actual thought that had made sense to him since the entire day as he scanned your face. And it was true, you were indeed a beautiful person with delicate yet sharp features, lips that now barely had your favourite strawberry flavoured chapstick, eyes that seemed tired yet held a sort of concern which made Sonny's broken heart race as he realised it was towards him.
"Hey, uh not to sound rude or anything but are you actually planning your own death sir?!"
You said in a loud voice to make sure he had heard you through the sounds of splattering, your voice though loud was laced with concern as you were now fully able to see him.
Pretty.
Was your first thought when he looked up at you and you saw his facial features, even though his hair was wet, it seemed to be in a perfectly elegant style with a few strands poking out, and oh God.
His face. It was not like you had never seen anyone attractive in your life, you'd even go as far as saying you even dated a few attractive ones but he seemed to have literally looked like he came out of some sort of fairytale.
His eyes though, you thought were the prettiest. They seemed to have so many emotions swirling through them and under the dim street light you could make out a deep brown colour.His lips were a shade of rosy pink which made them look so ki-
You cleared your throat and once again prayed to your body to not let the warmth your heart was feeling rush to your cheeks.
Mentally cussing at your thoughts regarding a damn stranger, an attractive one, you asked once again
"Hey! I ask-"
"No." He replied to your previous question more firmly than he thought as though he was obligated to answer making you frown a bit at his snappy tone.
He registered your small frown and realised it sounded rude so he quickly cleared his throat and followed "Uh- i mean no, i am fine, t-thank you for asking."
He told softly as he looked away before he could feel his breathing increasing from staring at the small unknowingly pout which had formed on your face.
Fuck.
He didn't even know you but he still found you so...cute?
"You don't seem fine, and I'm not meaning to be protruding your...your space but just a suggestion, you should probably sit under the shelter if you're going to want to sulk more."
You put your free hand over your mouth quickly after registering what you had said in the end and immediately apologized
"SHI- I didn't mean-"
The man let out a chuckle at your kind yet blunt words and it seemed as though for a moment he forgot why he had been sitting there in the first place finding a sense of comfort from your kind eyes and warmly actions, as he replied
"Well since you so kindly asked, sure I'd love to sit there."
He finished with a small genuine smile knowing you were probably feeling awkward, hoping it'd convey the message he wanted to mentally.
And it seemed as though it did when you felt your own small smile forming as you saw how his eyes turned into tiny crescent moons as his cheeks slightly bunched up
"Sadly this umbrella isn't big enough for the both of us, how about a little sprinting?"
Hesitantly yet slowly you reached your hand out as to lift him up so you at least you'd both be able to stay under the small umbrella comfortably.
Raising an eyebrow at your hand, he thought oh what the heck as he placed his large hand in yours and it seemed as though it was meant to fit as cliche as it sounds as he tightened his hand because it felt more slippery from the rain.
Never in your life did you think you'd willingly hold hands with a stranger but here you were staring right into his softened gaze as you stared back for a few seconds before once again clearing your throat and moving to step beside him as you still held his hand by your side.
You turned your head towards him and said
"On the count of three, we make a run for it?"
He nodded registering your words and slowly a small grin once again formed on his face as he realised you two seemed like teenagers in a typical romcom film.
And you shared the same thought unknowingly as you began with a giddy grin
"one, two, THREE!"
You both made a run for it, trying to keep up with each other, tightly holding onto each other's hands and you couldn't help but laugh because it just felt like a typical scene from a cliche romcom.
Sonny didn't hold back his own laughter as he found yours to be contagious and sweet, he wanted to hear it over and over again.
You took a glance at him when you heard him laugh, feeling a bit better when it seemed as though his mood had changed and were quite proud of yourself, you'll admit.
And as you both reached the shelter, you put down your umbrella and stood to take a breath, you both looked at each other and you couldn't help but chuckle even more as you realised the umbrella seemed to be pointless when you touched your slightly wet forehead.
And in that moment, as he stood there with a complete stranger, Sonny seemed to have completely forgotten about his broken heart and he wished, oh he wished for you to be able to stay just a little longer.
Enough for it to heal back again so he can maybe one day be the reason for your beautiful laughter.
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Gonna be a little self-indulgent with this one since I’m currently in the hospital, alone... thanks again @moresvuheadcanons for editing.
“If it makes you HAPPY… it can’t be that baaaad, if it makes you h-“ Sheryl Crow belted, waking you from your slumber. Your head pounded, but you chalked it up to the early morning hour. Hitting your alarm off, you ventured out of bed. Every movement made your insides spin and stab. After a very carefully taken shower, you gave up any other primping for the day and limped to a taxi.
A few hours into the school day the principal was in your classroom doing her monthly inservice when she pulled you behind your desk.
“Elizabeth, are you sick?” she asked.
“No it’s just menstrual cramps…” you said.
“Ok well, if you need a break or for a sub to be called…” as your boss talked a ringing in your ears took over, and you fell limp behind your desk.
When you woke next your mother was sitting next to you.
“Momma?” you asked.
“Betsy. Hey, you’re ok! Oh god, good.”
“Wh-at happened!?” You noticed your voice was frail.
“You had an appendectomy sweetheart. You’re appendix was near bursting when an ambulance brought you in, but you’re ok now. Just a little banged up.” She smiled, and there was a beat before she spoke again. “Oh! And there’s someone else here to see you.” She rose and barely had the door open when Sonny came flying into your hospital room.
“Hey doll! You're alright, Jesus!” Out of instinct you tried to rise up and comfort him, but were stopped by an intense pain.
“OUCH!” You yelped. Sonny squeezed your hand and helped you to lie back.
“Just lie still, ‘kay doll?” He asked, kissing your forehead.
“Well then stop p-anicking will you?” You slurred, pain medicine clearly working.
“I’m sorry that I worry about you and I’m sorry I’m terrified and kept thinking about seeing you being in a hospital bed the whole drive here.” With that confession Sonny seemed to calm himself, taking a seat on your hospital bed. “Y’know, this isn’t exactly how I wanted to meet your mom but…” he leaned forward, arm outstretched, “Detective Sonny Carisi.”
“Darla Torres…” she shook his hand.
When the sun was long gone, your mother hand gone home, and you’d fallen asleep, Sonny sat at your bedside. “I liked your mom,” he mused, pausing to move some of your stray hair; you whined in your sleep. “I’m gonna take care of you…” he placated, “I promised her I would.”
Hii i'm totally in love with your writing, you write Sonny so perfectly 😭😭
Could you please write one where reader asks him to teach her some korean words and she fails but he still thinks it's super cute ajskajskajsj thanks a lot 🙏🏻
a/n: you’re so sweet! Hope u like it!
pairing: sonny x non korean! reader
“Babe, it’s really not that hard” Sonny laughs at you quizzically, wondering how you continue to mess up all your numbers in Korean.
It was a slow Saturday morning between you and your boyfriend Sonny on the living room sofa, trying to enjoy his only day off after returning from the Qatar World Cup.
Seeing your boyfriend represent his home country of South Korea made you so incredibly proud and amazed, as well as interested in impressing his Korean friends or family with improving your speaking skills.
Right now, Sonny was teaching you how to say the numbers from one to twenty, though you couldn’t seem to pronounce number eighteen in korean.
“C’mon babe, this is Kangin’s jersey number! Don’t you want to show off your Korean skills to him?” Sonny teases you playfully, ruffling your hair.
You swat his hand away, a small pout forming on your face as you protest against him. “Of course I want to! I keep saying shi-pal as eighteen and you laugh at me!” you whine, hating how your boyfriend simply bursted out in his goofiest laugh, shaking his head and exclaiming to you.
“Babe, if you say this number wrong it’s going to sound like a korean curse word!” he exclaimed, finding it cute how serious your expression of worry got. “It’s ship-pal, not shi-pal!”
“So I could possibly swear at Kangin?!” you shrieked, falling back against the sofa in misery at your Korean skills.
Sonny simply leaned forward on top of you, pressing a kiss to your temple in reassurance.
“If it makes you feel better, I think you’re absolutely adorable and hilarious when you speak Korean, darling” he smirks, laughing when you swat him playfully.
heyy Dory, could you write for Heung Min Son, he has a Brazilian girlfriend, and she comforts him after Brazil eliminated Korea from the World Cup
love your work 🫶💜
tysm you are so kind!🫶💜
Pairing: Sonny x Brazilian Gf!reader
A/N: hope it’s good! sorry if it’s a bit short^^
“Meu amor” you say quietly, catching up to Sonny who was walking out of the stadium with a his head hung low.
You silently slipped your hand into his own, tugging on it tightly and making him stop in his tracks.
Sonny lets out a sigh, shutting his eyes and bringing a hand to massage his temples. Though you were happy your country won, you couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for Sonny and the rest of the Korean team.
You shush his worries, pulling him in for a warm hug that makes him relax into your body, arms wrapping around your torso and holding you close. Even if his hair was damp from sweat and his jersey had stains of dirt from being on the field, you hugged him nonetheless.
“You did amazing meu amor” you whispered, letting his hands wander down, making you smile and pull away to hit his arm playfully.
Finally, Sonny is smiling, letting out a laugh as he tells you, “The press are gonna love this” he jokes, predicting how the media was gonna pick at the fact that Son Heung Min lost to his girlfriend’s country.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a small peck.
“It doesn’t matter baby. You won in my heart” you said, making Sonny smile down at you and hug you even tighter.
Life just seemed so out of reach at times. When you hadn't shown up at the coffee shop for a few days, the always persistent Sonny Carisi had showed up at your door.
"Thought you might be sick or something, so I brought your favorites."
What he didn't expect was your complete mental break down. Running down the hallway bawling, slamming your bedroom door. You jumped in your bed pulling the blankets tight around you.
Sonny softly knocks on the door. "Hey I don't know whats wrong, but I have a shoulder, if you want to talk."
You run to the door with tears rolling down your face.
"Please Sunny, I just don't want to be alone tonight. Please stay with me and just say and ask nothing, I just really need that shoulder."
Sonny crawled on top of the covers with you and held you and stoked your hair until you fell asleep.
