#anton fanfic

[slytherinshua]

HOLD ME CLOSE

genre. comfort. warnings. reader had a really bad day (unspecified reason). pairing. best friend!anton x fem!reader. wc. 417. request. no. a/n. kinda wrote this randomly like 2 nights ago i think?? it's rly short and im not sure if it's any good but it's here anyway lol

“Can I hug you?”

You had just gotten back home from possibly the worst night of your entire life, and seeing your roommate in the kitchen in his pyjamas and hoodie pulled over his head made your heart clench in your chest. The question slipped out before you had time to think about what you were about to say to your best friend who you’d never had any amount of prolonged skinship with in your entire 4 years of knowing him (though not for a lack of wanting to).

Anton was silent for a second, slightly shocked by your question, and still holding a spoon in his hand from his long empty bowl of cereal. His brain couldn’t exactly process your question before his eyes flitted to your face and he was nodding quickly. He probably would’ve interrogated you or even teased you about it given how unusual it was, but you looked like you desperately needed to be held tightly, and all Anton cared about suddenly was making sure you were okay. 

You were glad he didn’t say anything, because you probably would’ve burst into tears if he had. You weren’t ready to talk about why you felt so awful— all you craved for was silent comfort. Relief flooded through you as soon as Anton wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you close to his chest.

You closed your eyes and hugged him back, focusing on evening your breath to his in order to calm down. The right side of your face rested over his heart, and you could hear it beating steadily, maybe a tiny bit faster than usual, but you didn’t focus on it. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that. It felt so comfortable, so right, in his arms that time seemed to slow. It felt like even breathing too loudly would completely break the moment, so Anton worked extremely hard to keep his breath soft.

He wasn’t sure what or who had made your night turn sour, but he was determined to be there to make it better; not just now, but in the future as well. He hadn’t realized it before, but as he held you close in his arms, noticing how perfectly you fit in them, as if you were made for it, he realized you had been the only one in his heart for some time. And he hoped you would be the last person he held, and the last to fill every corner of his heart.

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[bambisnc]

seatmate!anton who's the quiet kid tm of class, sitting at the back and rarely ever speaking out much to all the teachers' dismay; but when you get to really know and talk to him he's .. actually super fun and cute

seatmate!anton who draws tiny dinosaur doodles (🦕🦕) all over your hands, the margins of your notes - even scattering some all over your desks (he makes them have little speech bubbles like '🗨️🦕 hi ‹3')

seatmate!anton who's always there earlier than you (it's the early morning swim classes ykk?) and without fail always ensures that there's a little snack with your favorite beverage waiting there for you; he knows you skip out on breakfast sometimes when you're getting late

seatmate!anton who dictates out stuff to you when you're not able to see the board clearly. honestly, he'd even take your notes for you if you bribe him into it (he'd probably offer to do it himself actually, when he notices your not able to concentrate because of that headache of yours or because you're just not feeling too well that day)

seatmate!anton who'd pass cute little notes to you where you both would have whole conversations,, with him giving you all the tea because he always knows everything about everyone somehow ?? (it's the soft boy vibes people just straight out tell him stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

seatmate!anton who's surprisingly really physically affectionate? and in the oddest ways too.. he'd tuck bits of your hair behind your ear when he'd see them falling over your face as you struggle to look for something in your bag; bump his shoulder against yours when you tease him a little too much; casually rest his head against your shoulder in the middle of class to name some,,

seatmate!anton who's always there to bring you back, to centre you when your mind drifts away - zoning out to thoughts of him and his pretty eyes, and nose, and lips.. - during a particularly boring class. he'd slip his fingers through your hand, whispering a gentle "hey,.. you gotta focus" right next to your ear .. <3

notes : dedicating this to yuvieeeee + [m.list]

[euseokz]

@ anton — why do you keep doing this to me ? you know i’ll always run to you when you need me . . cws : masturbation (f) . finger sucking . wc : 1.5k+ . genre : smut

a/n : cherry cherry !! ( @dearmyouth ) our texts give me some of my favorite ideas so here it is, the promised childhood bestie! anton 🫶🏻🫶🏻

CHILDHOOD BEST-FRIEND! ANTON who, after you two reconnect when you move back home the summer after college, always runs to you when you need him.

it would be late at night, him and his brother were already upstairs in their own rooms while his parents stayed in the living room watching some movie. as soon as anton saw your notification pop up on his phone’s screen, he knew he was in trouble.

‘will you come over?? i need you…’

he read it probably ten times before finally getting up, mind running as he grabbed whatever he needed before running downstairs, throwing some half-assed excuse about going to meet some friends to his parents, that left them less than impressed, and immediately getting into his car, driving to your home as fast as he legally could, his cock already aching between his legs, an obvious tent forming on his sweatpants.

when he arrived, anton parked a few houses before yours, already used to your arrangement that you’d leave a little key hidden under a flower pot by your back door so he could sneak in without any noise. thankfully everyone was already asleep at your house, it was pretty late after all, a bit past midnight, so the task of going to your room wasn’t too difficult.

when he walked in, leaving two softs knocks on the door before opening it, anton felt like he was in paradise. you were laid in your bed, the room dim-lighted and your window only slightly opened by your bed, letting in a smooth breeze. your body was covered by nothing more than a tiny tank top and a pair of flimsy shorts, one of your hands already down beneath them, playing with your pussy under the material.

“were you that horny?” anton asked through a smile, his voice even softer than usual, as quiet as a whisper, while he closed the door behind him carefully. “need you ‘ton” you replied, voice as low as his but your tone whinier, your eyes already glossy with arousal.

anton wasted no time, putting down his wallet, keys and phone on the nearest surface and jumping on you, one hand cupping your cheek while his lips pressed on yours, the other moving to lay over your own under your shorts, applying more pressure, making you whine into him.

“can’t make too much noise, remember?” he asked, eyes locked on yours, and when you nodded he took off his shirt, your free hand immediately running down his body, feeling his defined muscles under your fingertips.

“you’re already so hard” you giggled, finally noticing his bulge. “all because of a text i sent?”

“that’s the effect you have on me” anton replied in the same playful tone, smiling while leaning in for another kiss, moving both hands to cup your cheeks this time, sucking on your lips eagerly and pressing his tongue against yours deliciously. you always loved when anton kissed you, how passionate he always was, never afraid to give you his all, molding himself into whatever you needed him to be.

anton pressed his hips against your shorts experimentally, pulling away to see your reaction, loving the way your brows furrowed and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. “you’re so pretty” he’d say, his eyes now glossed over with pure arousal too. he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling your fingers from your pussy so he could suck them clean, looking into your eyes the whole time. it was nasty, messy, but you both liked it that way.

with your eyes still fixated on his, you clumsily reached over to your bedside table, opening the second drawer and fishing out a condom, holding it in your free hand while pulling your other hand from anton’s grip. “stop teasing” you mumbled, tugging at the band of his sweatpants.

without arguing, anton pulled his bottoms down just enough to let his erection free, his entire length flopping up against his stomach before falling between your legs, pre-cum already staining his pink tip. “such a pretty cock” you whispered without even noticing, making anton exhale as he watched you unwrap the condom, one hand wrapping around his dick’s base while you rolled it down his length, your faint touch enough to make him struggle to keep a moan in, biting his lips and throwing his head back.

he knew you had already been touching yourself, and judging by how wet your fingers had been, your cunt was probably absolutely soaked, so without thinking twice anton pulled your shorts to the side, pressing his tip into your clit a few times, making you let out a small whine, before finally starting to push himself into your hole.

anytime anton fucked you, it felt like you were sent into another dimension. the atmosphere always warmed up, only you two there while everything else vanished. he was so gentle and yet so rough, drawing his hips in and out slowly and precisely, but digging his fingers into your hips harshly, as if he wanted to make sure you were really there. he’d always look so pretty too, his hair getting all messy and strands of it eventually sticking to his forehead when sweat dampened it, his thrusts growing steadily in pace, his dick starting to hit all the right spots inside of you and leaving your mind in a frenzy, wanting to stay quiet but only being able to focus on how good he felt dragging in and out of your hole, how well he stretched you out, how well he filled you up.

“feels so good” you whined, eyes locking with his, a pout forming on your lips while anton smiled, glad you felt as good as he did. he’d let you do anything to him in that moment, when your pussy felt so good wrapped around him, allowing you to reach over and touch his full biceps, digging your nails into the toned muscle. he didn’t even mind the slight sting, if anything it only made him let out a low groan, adding onto his already immeasurable pleasure. it was too much already, and it didn’t even take much for you two to already bring each other to the brim of your orgasms, so anton slowed down, eventually stopping completely bottomed out inside of you, you both letting out sighs of relief. even when he was still, simply put inside of your cunt, it still felt heavenly, it was indescribable.

“you’re not gonna stop now, are you?” you asked, your voice whiny and no louder than a whisper, but a contrasting sly smirk adorning your lips, teasing him all while begging for him. anton didn’t reply tho, not through words at least, moving both of his hands from your hips to behind your knees, pushing them up to your chest, making you grab his wrists as he went back to building up to his previous pace, thrusting in and out of you with ease, the new angle only heightening your pleasure.

you wanted to moan, to scream, to cry out how damn good he made you feel, but you couldn’t, limiting yourself to letting out small whimpers, barely hearable, only reaching anton’s earshot. that was how he knew he was doing well, when you struggled so much to stay quiet that those small sounds still managed to slip past your lips. it was just too good though. his hips were pistoning into yours at the perfect angle, his tip hitting and dragging across your sweet spot with each thrust, and anton himself also just looked too handsome. it was all a mess, your brain a scramble of thoughts, hazy with pleasure and arousal.

while one hand still held your legs in place, anton moved his other one to your clit, thumbing at it, watching as it twitched under his touch and feeling how your walls clamped down around him harder, grinning at how obvious your pleasure was. you were close, and he knew it, so he kept going, eventually bringing you to an orgasm, not stopping until he had drained you before pulling out, swiftly taking off his condom and throwing it to the side, stroking his cock so he could spill all of his seed onto the back of your thighs, staining your skin prettily with shots of milky cum. they looked so beautiful like that, he almost wanted to fuck you again just to be able to paint that picture once more — he couldn’t though, both because he couldn’t handle another round at that moment, but also because you couldn’t either, both too tired to continue. anton simply fell to your side instead, hand still touching your thighs as you lowered them, stroking the back of them slowly while you both caught your breaths again. eventually you got cleaned up, making as little noise as possible in the bathroom before coming back to your room, letting anton snuggle up with you, planning on getting him out of the house in the morning when no one was watching.

“was it worth driving all the way here so late?” you asked, voice soft but tainted with mischief, when you were already laying in bed, your head resting on his arm while his other one fell over your stomach, his hand reaching beneath your shirt and mindlessly drawing random shapes on your skin with his fingers.

“it always is”

[atrirose]

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ft.riize anton ✷ fluff wc.320 warning. kissing lol © atrirose

“it’s raining” anton said as he walked in your room arms full snacks “mhm it is, it’s also quite cold so why don’t u put on a jacket” you say as you watched him pace around your bedroom window “i really wonder whether you are my girlfriend or am i your girlfriend” he says sitting next to you “you are my beautiful princess” he let out a snort, laughing while laying his head on your shoulders “will you fulfill your princess’s wish” you nodded looking at your phone “and what might that be”

“it’s really a bucket list” he said making you face his way “bucket list?” you asked waiting for him to continue “i want to kiss you-” before he could finish you are already kissing him, while he giggled “stop not like that ha-” he gently pushes you away to catch his breath “then how anton” you said pouting, arm crossed

“i want to kiss you in the rain” he looked at you eyes sparkling “it’s too cold-” he smiles knowingly, he knows that his smile is your weakness, he know it gets you weak in your knees “ugh fine” as soon as he heard that he was dragging you out of your house “be careful anton you and i both would slip” water hit your skin as you shivered from cold watching anton soaking in rain, water dripping down his hair, all that cold was gone as soon as his lips met yours, soft and warm in contrast with the chilly weather, it was wet and sweet. his lips moved in a teasing sense, his hands supporting you. “you are cute” he says smiling “shut up, you better not catch a cold running in that shirt”

“achoo”

“seriously anton” you scolded him, he just laughed “it was worth it” tried to kiss you only to get dodged, he pouted “nuh uh, no sharing of pathogens”

“come onnn”

[harufluff]

my seahorse ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊

💬 : fluff, unestablished relationship au, afab!reader x bff!anton, ⚠ best friends to lovers trope, not proofread, 0.7k

“could you come over…” your voice was shaky through the phone speaker. anton had known you were at home because you had texted him hours before complaining about your neighbors.

“a-are you ok? did something happen?” his heart started beating faster. despite just being a friend, a best friend as you would put it, anton always worried about you.

weather you are up to no good, or just getting good news. he was here to support you no matter what. maybe a little too much for just a friend.

“i’m fine. just please be fast.” and just like that you had hung up, leaving anton scared and surprised with the various possibilities bouncing around his head.

anton made his way to your house as fast as he could. when he finally got to the front door of the house he had been to so many times before, he knocked. his heart finally began to calm as he heard the soft footsteps of your feet coming down the stairs.

the door opened to your face. no makeup, inches shorter than where his face is, and a blanket wrapped around your head. “what’s wrong?”

anton’s soft, calming voice makes it to your ears. before he can even blink again, the door swings open and reveals your blanket covered figure coming towards him for a hug.

“y/n, seriously what’s wrong? are you hurt?” your best friends hands now coming up to take your hands in his, inspecting for any injuries.

“come look.” you use his hands current position to your advantage and take one of them, dragging him up the stairs to your bedroom, a room he has been to more times than he can count.

you sit down on your bed, blanket still covering your lap, while anton stands in the doorway, still astounded, but mostly confused of your intentions.

“come sit. i wanna show you something.” he came to sit down on the bed next to you, anxious of what was to come.

anton’s nerves continued to be more prominent. “are you sure you’re ok?” he asks one more time before you dragged your laptop to your legs.

your curser traveled to the corner of the youtube screen to press the play button, then a pair of sea horses swim into the view of the camera.

a deep, manly voice comes out of your computer explaining how sea horses mate for life and stay together forever. your head turns in your best friends direction, tears on the brim of falling down your face.

“w-wait, what’s wrong? why are you crying” anton asks you, words coming quickly out of his mouth. “they mate forever, ant. imagine staying with someone you love for the rest of your life!!”

a slight smile rises to his face, finally realizing your sudden sadness was not necessarily sadness. “you still haven’t answered my question. why are you crying over some sea horses, y/n.”

anton held your face with one of his hands and whipped the stray tear now running down your face. “it’s just so romantic, y’know?”

you let the weight of your body tumble down as your back hit the soft covers of your bed. “i wanna find someone like that one day.” your eyes rest in the same place of your ceiling.

anton thinks about what to answer with for what feels like a couple seconds too long. “i have already.” you sit up straight right away, eyes wide open and staring into your best friends.

“who….?”

his cute smile made its way up to his lips as his face began to grow pink. “it’s you. you’re my seahorse…” anton tried his best to keep the eye contact with your still wide eyes.

“if you don’t feel the same way just tell me and i’ll forget i ever said it.” his gaze then dropped down to his hands that were resting in his lap.

“anton…you’re my seahorse too…” all of a sudden you felt anton’s body weight on top of yours and the room was filled with giggles from the both of you.

his face pops up from the crook of your shoulder, a lasting smile still on his face along with yours. “my seahorse”

a.n - sorry i havent posted in like so long lol. please enjoy! <3

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[wontune]

Anton ㅤㅤ[ 케이팝 ] ♡ riize lockscreens

[1-49]

hotter than your instincts

pairing: f!reader × chanyoung ⁝ tags: nighttime. trains. angst. lack of confidence. pining. jealous/obsessive tendencies. 1.3k

No matter how much you come to his mind, you aren’t his. Train in, train out... Night in, night out. The girl who rides the 10 p.m. train every day.

Concrete platforms, tiled walls, and lights that look like they could go out at any time add to the ominous atmosphere. Pretty much just lone winds blowing between entrances at these hours; hardly any trains. It is hard not to notice you in such brutality.

There is nothing more to explain his gradual transition from morning to evening swimming lessons than his intense desire to keep running into you. That he is taking such a big risk with his serious forte is absurd.

Tonight of all nights, he’s sitting the closest he has ever sat to you, so it seems as though he is most vulnerable to the ‘here we go agains’ and the ‘I won’t give into my own dreams & wishes,’ but he is unable to avoid them. From the other side of the bench, he can sense your breath and imagine your lips meeting his for that fleeting moment before ur head turns to divert attention to the train approaching from the far & opposite platform.

Save for a few shy smiles & acknowledgements of his presence, you never say anything to him. Your eyes never remain locked for longer than necessary, & ur hands never come into contact.

In actuality, though, Chanyoung doesn’t require much since he loves your silence. Seemingly mysterious & cool, but mostly, he loves the way your quietness sounds, just like his.

But then the ‘how could he ever possibly get to yous’ start to creep in, knowing full well that there’s always ‘that’ other guy on the other end of the line. The guy who’s waiting for you and to whom you belong. The guy who stays in your heart forever and always calls to check on you while you’re returning home. The guy who stays on the phone every night to hear about your joys and your sorrows equally.  Anton knows he can’t compete with that.

Watching the last trains of the day pass by while you two sit in silence is strangely soothing—that is, until you get that phone call.

Night in, night out. In those moments, all the subterranean beauty blurs, and his chest gets bruised. His most beautiful smile fades away, and he’s only left to wonder what it would have been like if you were his girlfriend.

Everything feels so empty and miserable when you’re on that nightly-clockwork call with him at 10:10 p.m. and Chanyoung is there, supposed to hold it through.

You’re the reason why he’s clenching his fist so hard inside his hoodie and his nails are digging into his flesh.

Given his adorable and compassionate nature, it’s difficult to envision him harboring negative thoughts. But there it is again, another glimpse of him beating his fist against a concrete wall, because how many phone calls from ‘him’ does Chanyoung really need to count to be certain he will never have a chance with you? 

That you cause his heart to race like a train, and his hands to shake, you will never know. And as he listens to your talk, it is as though he’s running off the tracks.

“Sorry, babe, think my phone’s dying.”

???? He finds it difficult to believe what you are saying, and it almost sounds like something out of his fantasies. A fantasy in which he’s strong enough to control the things that hurt his heart, but in actuality, he isn’t. 

However, you sigh visibly & end the call, looking at your phone’s screen and probably checking the battery... What if tonight is finally the night the universe is on his side?

Your eyes move from your phone to your feet, then to the empty train tunnel, and then to him. It’s unimaginable that you’re now considering him worthy of a cursory glance.

He looks down at his feet shyly, and his bangs start to slide more into his eyes as he fixes his gaze on the floor. If only he had more courage.

But as soon as you announce, “We’ve been taking the same train every day,” out of nowhere, his gaze lifts to meet you right away, and even if he’s surprised, his empathetic eyes stay glazed with hope.

With a smile on his face, he murmurs, “Yes,” the purest, softest ‘yes’ to ever be spoken.

That he likes to think you can love him all raw and exposed is foremost a dream. But a dream that becomes real as it’s written all over his face, and one that, had you not been so blindly in love, would have been so evident.

As he ponders whether to say anything at all or to stay silent, you smile at him.

And because of you, every butterfly he owns is now trying to pull away from his core. He finds himself wishing he had a plan on how to make his dream of you come true, but he is caught unprepared.

You randomly comment, “I like your shirt,” while pointing teasingly at the undershirt he is wearing. But seriously, who puts themselves on their shirt? 

From the tone in your voice, he believes if there had been another choice, you’d prefer his shirt off, not on. Still, it’s a moron nightmare!

“Oh, that...” Chanyoung remarks, along with a little, warm laugh that escapes his fragile, flustered lips as he zips up his hoodie, completely forgetting what his friends at the pool made him wear today after he lost a bet. At least he has your attention, even though the whole thing makes him look like a total fool.

“Cute,” you say as your thumbs poke through the holes in your knit sweater’s sleeve. “Not everyone has a high fashion sense,” you add in response, making another cuteful compliment.

Again, perhaps he’d have known how to react to that if he hadn’t been so bashful and innocent. Therefore, all he responds with is a smile.

The small talk quickly dies down as a result. A new silence descends.

The kind of quiet where your faint smile and your silence hang over him like an anchor, but instead of letting him drown, you ground him.

What if he is only good for this? Sitting on the other end of the bench and yearning for you silently? If he had no competition, though the situation would be ideal.

But this is beyond his control, isn’t it?

Your gaze darts to the departure board as you sort through your forgotten thoughts that never meet the tip of your tongue. The train seems to be running a little over two minutes late. Chanyoung gives you another shy glance through his bangs. And when you pull the raw skin off your lips, continuing the seconds and sucking nervous umm’s between your teeth, you cause his heart to twist between his ribs. You have no mercy!

The train you’re both riding on speeds through the tunnel at this same instant, making matters worse before he has a chance to say anything more—not that he believes he’d have anyway. The sound of thunder rumbles across the tracks, and he opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out...

Once more, the train entirely crashes into his dream... Blurry fragments scatter all around.

The train’s engine is huffing and the wheels are churning out a steady rhythm of his ‘please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me,’ as you say an unfazed, “Here he is,” as the train pulls into the platform. To believe you are selfish would be to underestimate his love & kindness for you.

It’s absolutely bizarre—the way, for yet another night in a row, he’s blaming the guy in your phone for everything and the fact that you two aren’t together. You have ruined him in every rational way. His sound ideas and beliefs have long been tainted. Between tenderness & love, the lust of all blurs the boundaries...

As you rise from the bench, the feeling of muscle memory coats him in your toxins—your sweet toxins—an odour he’s so fond of, so impossible to resist.

He is coaxed by you, for you—and despite his intense desire to be close to you, to be in your presence, to laugh and run through these platforms & eerie train halls holding your hand inside his, reality appears to be telling him something quite different. Something he is unwilling to hear, even though he knows it.

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[nqctar]

𖦹 fireworks ; anton lee

pairing. best friend!anton x f!reader. genre. fluff. childhood friends to lovers. inspired by tsitp. synopsis. in the midst of a perfect summer night’s breeze, through flashes of fireworks, your summers spent wishing for anton to give you a sign finally come true. warnings. kissing. physical touch. wc. 1,344 words.

( 🐚 ) ONE SUMMER CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING.

you were in love. you knew it the moment you took glances at anton through your embarassingly large and round eyeglasses. right down to the first brace faced smile the two of you shared, there was always an unspoken mutual pining. though it had been years since that first encounter, seeing him each summer was like the first time over and over again. almost as if anton was a dream you conjured up through fevered nights. he seemed like someone you'd make up in your head to pass time and daydream about.

he was the physical manifestation of all your daydreams. knowing that made your heart ache. every summer you spent with him, digging up seashells along the salty shorelines of cousins beach and pushing each other into the freezing cold water still wasn't enough. you needed more than summers from him. you needed his cello callused hands to run through your hair. you needed to wake up in the morning and see his big brown eyes marveling at you.

you didn't need the summer anymore, if it meant you'd bask for eternity in anton's presence. he was everything to you.

though you wished every lovesick thought you had of him could come true, you found yourself going home at the end of each summer wanting for more. wishing you'd left with a kiss instead of a secret handshake the two of you made up in his treehouse the first summer you met. you deserved more, you thought. with nine years of wishing, something's gotta give.

"i am in control of my destiny," you say through closed eyes while sitting criss-crossed in front of lit french toast scented candles and a mirror. "my fate is up to me." the meditation track booming through your noise cancelling headphones drowned out the sounds of anton's audible confusion.

deep in your own zen and thought, you feel a gentle hand reach out and touch your shoulder. the feeling makes you jump, letting out a yelp louder than you can hear over the music.

"holy shit anton! where did you come from?!" laughter ripples through him, and he clutches his stomach while trying to regain some composure. as always, your heart does backflips upon seeing his beaming smile right in front of you. crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. he looked so, so pretty. you wanted to lean in and-

not now. maybe not today, even. things were perfect between you two. ruining your friendship with a kiss wasn't a chance you wanted to take. not now, not ever.

brushing your feelings aside, you blow the candle flames out and toss your headphones onto the bed. anton had calmed down already, though giggles still shook his body. you rolled your eyes at him. "it wasn't that funny, shut up." anton wiped a tear from his face, shaking his head. "don't be lame, it was hilarious."

"we're about to light the fireworks, obviously i don't want you to miss it so," he stops to brush a strand of long hair out of your face. an action he'd done many times before. it was almost second nature to him, yet it almost made your knees buckle. "finish your weird demonic chanting and come outside with me."

you grab your hoodie, one that actually belonged to anton during his brief stint on the cousins beach rowing team, he'd given it to you two years ago. it was a size too big for you then, and still too big for you now.

"you actually still use that? stop reminding me of my dark past." anton groans.

again, you roll your eyes. “it's comfortable, deal with it. and what 'dark past?' you were on the team for like two weeks. what's the worst that could've happened?"

anton shivers as the two of you step into the surprisingly chilled july air. "i tipped over in the boat and started screaming. people recorded it. they called me the cousins beach klutz." he cringes at the memory, and in turn you laugh. "okay, maybe that does count as a dark past."

the two of you walk down to your special spot, one you both found accidentally after running along the beach back to anton's summer house thinking you'd miss the fireworks. you remember the flashes of red white and blue that lit up the sky, how your hand brushed up against anton's as you both settled on a huge rock. that was the first time you considered your feelings for anton being more than just a normal crush.

it was also the first time you realized how quickly your feelings for him grew.

the two of you both sit down somewhat comfortably on that same rock, closer together than last year. he sets his the stand of his phone down in front of you both, something he does every year to document your reactions to the fireworks. you never questioned it, though something in the back of your mind gives you hope that he's doing it as an excuse to fill his gallery up with pictures and videos of you.

neither of you talk. there's tension in the air for some reason, and anton can feel it too. he peeks down at your hand, covering it with his own.

"your hands look cold," his voice is quiet. he's coming off shy. something is different.

"i'm just... warming them for you." your heart begins to race faster than it was before. you turn to look at him just as the first fireworks begin to colour the sky.

between the illuminated flashes of colourful lights bursting in the night sky, the earth had a population of two.

just anton, and you.

to your surprise anton was staring right back at you, big brown eyes peering into yours. he brushes a lock of hair away from your face and leans in. "i really want to kiss you." he whispers. the intoxicating scent of his vanilla conditioner calms you. anton is as perfect as he's always been, your very own dream come true.

this moment was the culmination of your winters spent praying to whoever was listening for summer to arrive quicker than last year. every drive back to your house at the end of each summer you held tears back was not in vain. everything you wanted was right in front of you.

"kiss me," you utter. "just kiss me."

with the last few bursts of fireworks blooming in the starry night sky, anton's strawberry chapstick flavoured lips meet yours. he kisses you with the fervor of years spent pining and waiting. his hands run through your hair, your noses bump, he lets a thumb smooth over the side of your face. he's everywhere you want him to be.

his hands drag up and down your sitting frame. the two of you pull away for air, lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

"we just kissed." anton remarks, somewhat in shock. his hand finds yours again, lacing your fingers together with his.

"i've been waiting so long for you to make a move, y/n." he lets out a nervous laugh. "i was worried you didn't feel the same."

your face reddens. "i didn't want to ruin us. i was scared that i'd do the wrong thing and you'd leave me." you admit. sympathy flashes over anton's face. "god no, i wouldnt—" he picks your hand up and kisses the back of it. "i'm not going anywhere, y/n."

"you're stuck with me forever." he grins.

you place a soft kiss to his lips again, savouring the brief moment.

"i wouldn't have it any other way, anton." he blushes at your response, ears reddening with shyness.

an unspoken 'i love you' lingers in the air, both of you too timid to say it out loud.

maybe next summer, you think.

for now, you curl into his side, choosing to rest your head on his shoulder.

everything in this moment feels perfect.

it's just you and anton existing together. you'd spend the rest of forever this way, if only you could.

[promise-you-doie]

i’m in love with the antinitonny, can you do long anton fic? 🥺

Memories | L. Anton

Summary: it's the last summer before you start college and you and you plan to make the most of it. Word count: 15k Pairing: Anton x Reader Genre: friends to lovers. Fluff. Angst. Suggestive. Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and alcohol. maybe some cuss words, slow burn. (like extremely slow)

Youth. The stage of life where you're bound to make mistakes, and memories. You meet the people you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with, and learn valuable lessons to teach when you’re old and bound to a rocking chair. 

Adults always tell you to enjoy your youth and for once you actually plan on listening to them. 

“Eunseoks here.” you run down the stairs after seeing his car pull into the driveway from the window of your room. “He’s here.” you yell once again heading towards the kitchen where your mom is. 

Before you could yell again, He and sungchan walk through the door pulling suitcases behind them. You quickly open the fridge and pretend as if you’re completely unaware of their presence. 

“Are those my boys?” your mom asks while walking into the living room to greet them, welcoming them both with a nice warm hug. “Your sister is waiting for you in the kitchen.” you hear her say while eavesdropping on their conversation

“Doesn’t my little sister miss me?” He slightly yells as he walks into the kitchen where you are. It’s been almost 5 months since you last saw your older brother, so yes of course you miss him. Even if he was annoying and unfun to be around. 

“Oh hey Eunseok, I didn’t know you were here.” You speak nonchalantly. “Really? I saw you peeking from the upstairs window.” He exposes you 

“Uh…” You stumble to find anything to say. 

“I see you still haven’t changed.” He laughs. 

“Why would I change? It's only been five months.” You question while peeling the orange you pulled out of the fridge. “What have you been up to?” he asks as he takes the orange out of your hand to peel for you, because you had a habit of biting your nails so you could never tear the skin to even begin to strip the orange. 

“Nothing really, I’ve just been worrying about starting college.” You sigh. “There’s nothing to worry about, You’re smart you’ll be fine. Just remember like I said, don’t fall-” “Fall into the wrong crowd and stay away from drugs.” You finish. 

“See you got it.” He congratulates you by handing you back the now naked orange. Eunseok being your older brother,  you always received life talks from him, even if you didn’t know what he was talking about. He took his role very seriously even though he was only 3 years older than you. 

“Y/n, How are you?” Sungchan walks in thankfully to redirect the conversation from turning into another unwanted life lesson. 

“Sungchan!” you gleam as you head over to him for a small hug. He was as much your friend as he was Eunseoks, the three of you grew up closely together so you could basically just consider him your other brother. “How come I don’t see your boyfriend running around here?” he asks suddenly. 

“We aren’t dating, and I don’t know. I guess he’s busy today.”  You shrug your shoulders. As if on cue you hear the doorbell ring and instinctively you know exactly who it is. “Y/N Anton is here.” You hear your mom yell from the living room. You find no use for either of the men in the kitchen anymore as you hurry towards the door to see your best friend of 6 years. 

“Hey?” You greet him happily. “Is he here? Well I'm guessing he is. I see his car.” He says shyly

“Just come in dummy.” You roll your eyes and back up from the door so he can fully walk in. He slips his shoes off before he follows you to the kitchen. “Oh there he is.” eunseoks laughs deeply when he addresses Anton. “Hey, you’ve gotten taller?” Sungchan asks while inspecting him. “No.” Anton says, shaking his head. “Are you sure, I don’t remember you being taller than me?” Sungchan adds measuring himself against him. 

“You ask this question every time you see him.” you laugh at sungchan, “That’s because he gets taller every time.” Sungchan argues back. 

“Shouldn’t you know if he’s gotten taller? He’s your boyfriend.” he teases. 

“We’re not dating,” You whine, but it’s not really convincing anyone.

“Yet.” He adds. 

“Alright you two.” Eunseok jumps in before you could throw anything at him, like you always do whenever you start arguing with him. “Eunseok, do you know you’re the best brother in the world.” You smile sweetly at him, buttering him up with your fluttering eyelashes. 

“What do you want?” 

“The keys to your car.” You say without any spaces, still fluttering your eyelashes and holding your hands together. “Pretty pretty please.” You add hoping to persuade him. And you know you’ve done it because he rolls his eyes and pulls the keys out of pocket to dangle them on top of your palms that you have held out for him. 

“No-” 

“Texting and driving, yes I know.” You say before he tries and sneak in yet another unsolicited life lesson. “And-” “call you if anything happens.” You say in monotone looking off to the side. “Hmm, Maybe I shouldn’t give them to you.” he begins but you stop him to beg. “No please please, I’ll call you if anything happens and I’ll keep my eyes on the road, I won’t even blink.” You plead. 

“Woah, but if you don’t blink your eyes will get dry and then yo-” “Shut up idiot.” You slap his arm and turn back to eunseok. “I’ll be careful, I promise.” 

“FIne.” he says before he places the keys into your hands. “I expect to see my car in one piece when I wake up in the morning.” “Yes sir.” You nod your head, before grabbing Antons arm and pulling him out of the door. 

The two of you end up in a random parking lot staring up at the stars. It’s silent for the first few moments. The only thing playing is the slow music coming from inside the car. There’s not really anything to say, with you and Anton being friends for so long you found that the both of you already knew everything there was to know about each other. 

So silences like this were comforting to you. Just being in each other's presence was enough for the both of you. “I love this song.” you say quietly. 

“Are you scared?” He ask randomly completely catching you off guard,

“Scared of what?” You finally turn to him. “I don't know, we'll be starting college soon, and I know things are gonna change, I’m just worried we’re gonna grow apart.” He explains. 

“We thought this same thing about highschool, and besides look at sungchan and eunseok. They’re still really close.” You say trying to calm his worries.  

“But they’re both guys. What happens when we start dating people? And we don’t have time for each other.” He continues, “I don’t know, I’m probably just overthinking.” 

“How about this,” You say sitting up to show that you were serious about what you were going to say next. “We make every second of this summer count, that way if college does draw us apart, We’ll still always have memories together.” 

“Deal.” He says as he smiles and links his pinky with yours. 

The best way to make memories is to try something you’ve never tried before, and  something that neither you or Anton have ever tried was alcohol. So that seemed like the perfect place to start. Now there was a small dilemma with this, no one in your family were drinkers. So the chances of you getting access to alcohol was extremely slim. 

Luckily you had a plan. 

“Where are we supposed to get fake IDs from?” Anton asks when you explain to him how the both of you were going to sneak into a bar down in the city. “Where else?” You respond with a smirk that he finds both scary and intriguing. 

“Oh hey sungchan.” You say casually as you waltz into the kitchen. “sup.” he bobs his head towards you.

“just out of peak curiosity, you wouldn’t know where to get an ID would you?”

“i might know someone, depending on who’s asking.” he cocks an eyebrow up to you. 

“Anton and I just need one for this event that’s happening downtown. Do you think you can get it to us by next week?”

“I can get it to you by tomorrow.” he says

“But Eunseok can’t find out about this.” you make it clear. “Of course not, do you think I'm crazy?” he asks, which warrants you to give him a knowing look. Wondering why’d he’d even ask that question as he was promising to get fake IDs to two 19 year olds. 

“Don’t answer that.” 

“When are you gonna start packing up?” Anton asks, looking around at your overly decorated room. There isn’t one empty space on your wall yet you always find space to hang up another poster. 

“I don’t know, I might just do what Eunseok did and leave all of this stuff here.” 

“Are you sure you can live without your collection?” He asks, pointing to the books you started collecting in middle school and were still accumulating. 

“No, those are coming with me.” 

“You know, you’re gonna have to move this stuff out eventually right?” 

“I know, I’m just not ready to see this room empty again.” You ponder while looking around the room. Something about it just gave you extreme nostalgia, this is where you grew up. This is where you had your first sleepover and where you went when you had your first “heartbreak.” (You sat in your room and cried for days because you didn’t get tickets to see your favorite band.)

  So seeing your room empty would really make things reality for you. Things really are changing, time is passing you by and you’re getting older. 

“Special delivery.” You don’t have to check to know exactly who’s standing on the other side of the door. Sungchan lets himself in, just as he always does. Butting into your room as if it was his own. “Look what I got?” he holds up a yellow envelope right in front of your eyes. 

“What is it?” Anton asks, walking up next to you.

“It’s our ID’s” you answer

“Our fake ones?” 

“Shh” you and sungchan both shush him at the same time, and you hurry to close the door before Eunseok could hear anything. 

“show me the stuff.” you whisper when Sungchan pulls out the ID and shows it to the both of you.

“Rachel owens?” you ask, looking at your ID. “You can’t reveal your real name. Quickest way to get caught.” he explains 

“Okay but I don't know how believable Brad Murray is.” Anton says, still looking at the hard plastic card. “what are they gonna do, tell you you’re wrong.” Sungchan responds 

“I don’t know, this whole idea just seems wrong. Maybe we should just wait till we’re of age to drink.” Anton says and it causes you and Sungchan to burst out into a laugh. 

“Wait till we’re of age?” you laugh, slapping sungchans arm “Who does this kid think he is?” Sungchan adds.

“Exactly that, a kid. We’re both kids, and we should just be kids.”

“Fine, I'll just go by myself then.” you throw your hands up  and head downstairs with sungchan following you and leaving Anton alone.

“I’m gonna head out.” You say casually passing by your mom and brother.

“you’re leaving, and you didn’t ask for my car?” Eunseok asks

“I won’t need it tonight, I'm taking an uber.” 

“an uber, where are you going?” Eunseok asks, stepping up to you. “we’re going to catch a movie, but it’s pretty long so we’ll probably be tired on the way back.” Anton answers for you, thankfully because you were going to just tell him that you were going grocery shopping. 

“Oh, Anton's going with you? enjoy your movie then.” You see that Eunseok loosens up when he realizes that Anton's tagging along with you and it makes you question. “Wait why'd you do that?” you turn to Eunseok 

“Do what?” 

“how come you didn’t ask questions when Anton said he was coming with me?”

“Because I trust anton.”

“you don’t trust me?” You ask genuinely but Anton doesn’t let you stick around to find out the answer because he’s dragging you out of the door. “I don't think he trusts me.” you say again 

“he doesn’t, no one does.” Anton states before turning around, closing the door.

“You don’t trust me?” You ask repeatedly, still confused.

“no, that’s why I'm not letting you go out alone.” 

you would argue more about how trustworthy you were but you knew that everything you were planning to say would have just been a lie. So you just get in the uber next to Anton and keep your mouth closed the entire ride. 

well for most of the ride. “So why don’t you trust me?” you ask when everyone’s dead silent. “We’re going to a bar with Fake IDs. and whose idea was this?” he states and it pretty much sums up everything for you

“That's fair.” you shake your head

“Why do I let you drag me into these kinds of things?” He looks out of the window and you turn to him. “You dragged yourself into this.”

“I miss when we used to stay up playing mario kart, now we’re sneaking out to bars.” He sighs dramatically 

“We just played mario karts an hour ago.”  you remind him

“and i wanna go back.”

“I didn't force you to come with me anton.”

“as the oldest of the two of us, it’s my duty to make sure that you’re safe.”

“you’re only older by a few weeks.” you say 

“I still need to make sure you stay safe.”

“If I wanted a bodyguard I would’ve just invited eunseok.” 

“Alright then, let’s call him up.” Anton says as he pulls out his phone to call your brother. Before he even unlocks it you feel your heart drop and you smack the phone out of his hand causing it to drop on the floor.

He looks at the phone then he looks at you. “Why would you do that?”

"If Eunseok finds out about this he’ll kill me. I’ll never be allowed to touch his car again, he’ll never shut up about it. he’ll make me show up to college wearing a shirt that says, “I’m an underage drinker.” he’ll ground me for years.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you decided to go out and get us fake IDs.” He snaps back while bending over to pick his phone up off the floor. 

“I just want us to do something different and new. Before we lose each other forever.” You force your voice to get lower, knowing that he’ll feel bad and lay off your case. 

“We won’t lose each other forever, we’ll always be friends.” 

“But we won’t be best friends. We've always wanted to get drunk together, this might be the last time we ever get to do that.” You mumble while looking out the window for dramatic effect. 

“We’ve never talked about getting drunk together.” 

“But we’ve always thought about it.” 

“I’ve always thought about playing mario karts for 24 hours straight.”

Hearing his response catches you off guard, you completely forget that you were trying to emotionally manipulate him out of snitching to Eunseok. He notices when you slowly turn your head and side eye him. “Mario Karts?” 

“You know what, maybe it’s a good thing we aren’t gonna be friends for long.” You add before he can say anything. 

“This is why your brother trusts me more than he trust you.” he spits back

“You think that’s a flex? it just makes you boring.” 

“You think I’m boring?" He asks aggressively.

‘I do. We all do.” 

“Who’s we?” he pipes up. 

“Me, sungchan, the uber driver.” You suddenly point to the man who’s been minding his business throughout the whole ride. 

“You think I’m boring?” Anton looks away from you and to the man. “I don’t know you, but you sound very unfun to be around.” The unnamed speaks calmly while keeping his eyes on the road. 

“Unfun?” Anton asks again.

“That’s what he said.” you chuckle 

“I’m not unfun!” He pouts, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed. You’re too amused to really argue back with him. 

The rest of the car goes quiet yet again until Anton speaks up once more. “I hope you can hold your alcohol because I won't be carrying you back home.” 

“I can hold my alcohol” you say confidently although you’re really unsure, since you’ve never had any alcoholic drinks. 

The line to the club is just like you saw in the movies. It’s so long you think about just turning around and going back but Anton is still on his quest to prove just how fun he is, which is why he forces you to stand in the line with him. Until the both of you are face to face with a 7-foot-tall security guard who looks like he eats 5 dozen raw eggs and a horse for breakfast. 

“IDs.” is all he says but it has your heart beating outside of your chest. Both of you are hesitant to pull out the fakes you have in your wallet. Yet, you still pull yours out first and show it to the man, Anton following your lead. 

“This looks like a fake.” he says bluntly.

“A fake? ID? I didn’t even know those were real things.” 

“Obviously they're not real, that’s the problem.” Anton begins to start yet another argument with you; however he’s quickly hushed when the security guard yells “Brad.” and Anton begins looking around trying to find out who he’s talking about. To which you just facepalm and whisper “He’s talking to you idiot.” 

“Oh right, I’m Brad. Brad Murray, that’s me.” he straightens up. 

It’s painfully obvious that the both of you are lying that you don’t even try to hide it anymore. With the security guard looking down at both of you, you’re sure he’s gonna turn you away but he just sighs and passes your IDs back. 

“They don’t pay me enough for this.” he mumbles as he opens the rope to let you and Anton in. The music aggressively meets your ears before you even walk into the building. And you can smell the extreme scents of alcohol and whatever it is that people are doing inside of the place. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” stop in front of Anton, contemplating just going home. “Do you wanna go home?” He asks, and something about hearing him say makes you realize that’s not what you want to do. So you grab his hand and guide him all the way into the club where you could fully hear the music. 

It’s so loud that you can feel it through your feet. There's so much going on you don’t even know where to start, and the flashing lights are starting to make you dizzy. But it all excites you, the music, the lights, the alcohol everything is so exciting to you. 

“Let’s get drunk.” You yell to Anton first, but you don’t get a chance to go anywhere because he’s pulling you back by the hand that you still have intertwined with him. “Call me boring and unfun but I still don’t think this is a good idea.” 

“Well then you don’t have to drink.” You state before attempting to walk away again but he just pulls you right back, not letting you step away. “I don’t want you to either.” 

“Okay I won’t.” 

“You promise?” he holds his pinky finger out to you, but you only stare at it. Pinky promises were very dear to the both of you, in the 6 years that you’ve been friends neither of you have ever broken a pinky promise. And You knew that if you made this promise, you very well didn’t have the intentions on keeping it.

“I promise.” You say looking off to the side, and failing to link pinkies with his. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by him as he nudges his finger out to you so you can solidify the promise. “Come one Anton, just this one time.” Staring at him until he finally gives in and sighs. 

“Only one drink.’ He states firmly holding up his index finger to really drive his point. “Okay, fine. Only one.” 

30 minutes had passed and you had drunk way more than the both of you agreed on, in fact you had sweet talked some random man at the bar into paying for your drinks. Completely missing the look that Anton gives you every time you take another sip. 

Despite his annoyance with you, he still hasn’t let go of your hand. No matter how many times you tried to yank your hand away from him. Or tried talking and flirting with guys around you. He’d just pull you back towards him and claim you as his girlfriend so they wouldn’t try and take the initiative to flirt back.

“Isn’t this fun?” you slur resting your face against his back because you had lost your balance to stand up straight. “Are you having fun?” he asks, flipping the question back around on you. 

“Mm hmm.” You bounce your head up and down. “Lots of fun.” 

“How much have you had to drink?” He asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to make sure that you were keeping up with the amount of alcohol you were consuming. “I had umm 3.” you stumble in front of him and hold three fingers up with a big smile. 

“No, you had this many.” He corrects while pulling up 7 more of your fingers. 

“10?” 

“It’s time to get you home.” 

“I’m not ready to go home.” you state while trying to wobble away from him, when you do you walk face first into some random man's chest and giggle when you fall into his arms. “Hi, wow you’re tall.” 

Anton thinks about just leaving you to face your own consequences but quickly changes his mind once he notices the strange man's hand placements and weird smile. There weren’t enough signs to show that he had bad intentions until he slipped his hands over your back jeans pockets and whispered something in your ear. That’s when Anton finally made the decision to jump in. 

“Sorry about her, she’s really drunk right now.” Anton politely speaks while pulling one of your arms so you could go back towards him. 

“She doesn’t seem too drunk.” The man says with his arm loosely around your waist. 

“She’s 19.” Anton adds hoping that it’d be enough to pull the man off of you. 

“Even better.” 

He had to protect you, that’s what he kept telling himself the whole ride home. He did it to protect you, any other normal person would’ve also resorted to violence if their best friend was being inappropriately touched by a man almost twice her age. 

He shouldn’t really feel bad, he knew you weren’t gonna remember anything when you woke up in the morning. You weren’t gonna remember how many drinks you had, or how you got home. And you definitely weren’t gonna remember how his knuckles got all bloody and bruised.

You turn onto your side and curve into a ball when he lays his blanket over top of you. It’s pretty dark but he can still make out small features of your face, and he can see when you open your eyes slightly to look at him. 

“Go to sleep.” he says, but you just kinda smile. 

“You’re really cute,” you say with a raspy voice, your eyes are too heavy to keep open but you try to do so anyways. Just so you can keep looking at the pretty soft spoken boy in front of you.

“I am so gonna make fun of you for this tomorrow.” He laughs but you don’t respond. You’ve already fallen back asleep and it doesn’t take too long for him to do the same, laying right beside you but leaving enough room in between the both of you. 

When you wake up in the morning you feel an immense amount of pain coming from all over your body. You feel like you’ve been hit by a bus, or maybe even something bigger. A train. You don’t really have the strength to get up from your bed so you don’t even try. You just roll over and stare at the light blue painted walls. 

It takes a good 2 minutes for you to realize that your walls aren’t blue, and that the large panda teddy bear sitting on your bed isn’t yours. In fact this bed isn’t yours either. This is when you finally gain enough strength to finally sit up, and look around. Seeing that this isn’t your room at all. Who’s room is it? You’re not sure. It looks very familiar like you should know but you really don’t. 

In the time it takes to find out whose bed you're in, Anton walks in with a big warm bowl of your favorite oatmeal. “You’re awake.” He says when he sits down on the bed beside you. 

“Unfortunately.” you take a breath of relief when you see his face. 

“I made you oatmeal.” He places the bowl in front of you. 

“Thanks.” 

“Sorry I didn’t take you home, I figured you wouldn’t want your brother to see you drunk.” 

“Was I that bad?” Your voice is still strained from the night before 

“Yes.” 

“Did I do anything weird?” you ask but you don’t know if you’re ready to hear the answer. 

“You said I was cute.” 

“You?”  

“Trust me it was weird for both of us.” He lies. 

“Let’s just pretend like last night never happened. I’m never touching an alcoholic beverage ever again.” You state while mixing up your oatmeal. 

“Promise.” Anton asks with his pinky out towards you. 

“I promise.” You make sure you seal the deal this time, looping your pinky around his and rocking your hand a little to show you were very serious. 

“Good. cause it sucked having to carry you home.” He adds when you begin eating the oatmeal. 

“You carried me?” 

“Well how do you think you got here?”  He questions, through his smile

“I’m still sobering up, my thinking skills aren’t up to date.” 

“You know something, you’re actually kinda cute when you’re drunk.” 

“Shut up.” you scream covering your ears so you don’t have to hear anything else he says. 

You finally go back to your own home when the sun sets, that’s when you feel that you’re sober enough to face your brother without being suspicious.  Although no matter how sober you are, you’re always gonna be suspicious around him. 

“You’re back finally. How was the movie?” Eunseok greets you when you first walk in. 

“Movie?” you question, so Anton answers for you. 

“It was good for me atleast, but she fell asleep through most of it.” 

“Oh, you guys went to a movie? That’s very romantic.” Sungchan asks as he walks into the living room stuffing his face with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Despite knowing that there wasn’t any movie.

Neither of you take the time to argue with him. But it doesn't stop him from continuing.

"Did you hold hands?"

“No!” you finally answer him, and you expect Anton to do the same but he only snickers behind you, leaving you to defend yourself.

“I'm glad you guys enjoyed your date, go start packing so we can head to dads old cabin” Eunseok casually jokes, and it almost irritates you

“It wasn't a date.” you stomp but it doesn’t help you at all because they all laugh when your voice squeaks.

“Is that why you’re wearing his shirt?” sungchan points out

you look down at the extremely oversized Harley davidson graphic tee that you have on. there isn’t even any explanation for this, sure you could tell them the truth. that you threw up all over your own clothes so he gave you his as a replacement. but it was probably best that you didn’t let your anger get the best of you this time.

So you proceed to change the subject instead. “We’re going to the cabin?” 

“Yeah, we’re driving out there tonight. So hurry.” He rushes you. 

The cabin belonged to your dad before he died, he liked it because it was hidden in the woods. Away from the city that your mom loved so much. It balanced perfectly because it was a 30 minute ride away from the house and he enjoyed a good drive.

He’d often go out there on the weekends with Eunseok and go fishing. While you stayed with your mom and visited the small boutiques nearby. That’s what influenced your father to leave the cabin to Eunseok seeing that he’d probably get more use out of it than you would. 

The cabin was pretty outdated but it had enough room for the four of you to stay for a few nights. You weren’t too fond of the old place but what you did like was the lake in the back. You liked the way it mirrored the sky during sunrises. Or the way the moon reflected off the ripples of the water. 

“okay so here are the rules.” Eunseok begins but he doesn’t get to finish because the rest of you are already grunting aloud.

“alright alright, I won’t go over the rules. because I assume all of us are adults and we would know how to behave ourselves.”

“Great, I'm sharing the room with Anton.” you call dibs by looping your arm around him and pulling him closer to you.

“you guys are never beating the dating allegations.” Sungchan mutters at how tightly you have your arm around Anton’s.

“You'll never kiss a girl in your life.” you spit at him

“At least my only love interest isn’t my best friend.” He gestures quotations around the word best friend.

“Okay okay.” Eunseok holds his hands out to stop an argument from growing. “It looks like we definitely need to go over the rules.”

“no need.” Anton speaks up. “we’ll be behaved.”

“Yes we will.” you add, resting your head on Anton’s shoulder to block out the faces that Sungchan makes to you from behind Eunseok. 

“and you?” your brother turns to his friend.

“I'll be good.” He turns his attention away from you the second Eunseok looks at him. 

“Alright, then we’ll call it a night.” Eunseok doesn’t expect for any of you to say anything else, so he walks away to his shared room with Sungchan and leaves you alone with Anton.

“We should go swimming.” you whisper when you’re sure Eunseok can’t hear you.``it’s 11 pm.” Anton tries to stop you. 

“even better.” 

“You can’t swim,” he tries again but it still doesn’t work. 

he should’ve known better by now. This was the dynamic of your friendship. You'd come up with a crazy idea and he'd try to talk you out of it but fails every time. 

You ease your way into the lake taking one step after another. The water is cold but the heat from the summer night helps your body adjust easily the more you walk in. Trying not to slip on the rocks until your body is completely submerged under water. your feet are still grounded so it helps keep your head at the water's surface. 

“feels good.” you say looking up to Anton who isn’t convinced. 

“If you drown, I'm not jumping in to save you.” he confirms with his arms crossed against his chest. 

“I'm not gonna drown.” You continue swimming around

“good cause i’m not gonna save you.”

“You should get in.”

“It’s dark, there’s probably snakes in there,” It’s obvious that he wants to but he refuses. instead taking a seat on the dock where the little old is so that he could just watch you swim by yourself.

which you do for a while, pushing your arms around you to keep yourself afloat. There’s nobody to accompany the two of you other than the singing owls and blue white light of the moon. 

“You’re so boring.” 

“That's not gonna work this time, the last time you tried that trick I had to fight some guy.”

“you fought someone?” you ask trying to float back 

“It wasn't a real fight, I just punched him a few times. I don’t really know if I could call it a fight because he didn’t hit back. well, he didn’t get the chance to.” 

He begins to start mumbling to himself and misses the fact that you haven’t been responding. When he finally notices and looks up in your direction, all he can see is your hands waving in the air as if you need help. 

but you always play stupid tricks like these so he just laughs at you, assuming that this was another one of your pranks. “I'm not falling for that.” 

“you’re a bad actor.” he continues to laugh at how committed you seem to be to this bit. However after 12 seconds he observes that you’ve been underwater for some time. which starts to worry him. 

“Y/n?” he calls out just once, and immediately jumps in when you don’t respond. Swimming right to you and picking you up in his arms so you can catch some air first. You have to cough the water out of your lungs before you could even get a breath of air. Chest heaving up and down and your eyes closed tightly shut as she swims you back to the dock and sits you down.  

You’re still coughing when he pulls himself out of the lake to sit down besides you and make sure you’re okay. Which he had told you already that he wasn’t gonna do. And he doesn’t just stop there. He leaves you by yourself for a little bit but only to go get a few towels that he can wrap around you, and dry you off himself. 

Almost drowning took a lot of your energy so you don’t do anything to help him help you, You just stare at him while he takes the towel to dry your hair. Neither one of you says anything for a while until he carries you back into the cabin and lays you down on your side of the bed. 

“Now you’re gonna have dreams about drowning.” He laughs and sit up to dry himself off. 

“I wasn’t drowning, I was just trying to do a cartwheel underwater.” you lie, leaned back against the pillow and watching him remove his extremely soaked shirt. 

“Sure you were.”

“I really was.” you try to defend yourself again, but he still doesn’t believe you. There’s no use in acknowledging that he literally saved your life. Because even though you were very grateful you already knew he would, and also this was going to be something else that he’s never going to shut up about. 

“What would you do without me?” 

“You might’ve saved my life once...”

“twice.” he corrects

“don’t flatter yourself.” you smile, gently smacking his arm.

Anton wakes up in the morning to find that you’re sitting by the window, staring at the way the sunrise shines off the lake. Your chin is rested on your knees, which are pressed to your chest and chained together by your arms. 

“You’re up early.’ Anton crawls to the part of the bed where you are and sits besides you. Close enough to where you can lay your head on his arm. “I love the sunsets up here.” You speak low enough for it to be classified as a whisper. 

To which he hums to show that he acknowledged what you had said. But there is just something about sitting in silence with each other that the both of you love. Nothing has to be said and there aren’t even any thoughts. But just knowing that he’s there right next to you is more comforting than anything else in the world. 

“Wait, did you really fight someone?” You question suddenly lifting your head from his arm. 

“It’s no big deal.” He brushes off, however you don’t buy it as you angle your entire body towards him. “Anton, you could’ve died.” 

“No, actually I- wait what are you trying to say?”

“You can’t fight, even I can pin you down.” 

“That’s because I always let you win.” 

“Sure.” you say rolling your eyes. 

“I can prove it.” he stands up in front of you. As if he’s actually ready to start a wrestling match.

“There’s no-” You don’t get to say anything because he’s begun playfully attacking you. “You don’t have to prove anything.” you yell in your defense while still putting all your force into holding him down just as you always do. 

Yet this time is different, and you realize that when he hovers over top of you with both of your arms pinned to the bed right above your head. You weakly try to pull yourself out but it doesn’t work. And then you make the mistake of looking up at him, your heart jumping when you do. 

His face is unusually close to yours, so close that you stop breathing and you feel like you have nowhere else to look but at him. The both of you are too stunned to say anything at first, and when you finally take the initiative to speak first, it comes out almost in a whisper. 

“Okay you win.” 

“Yeah.” He says looking away from your eyes and down at your lips. 

“So you can get off of me now.”  You say once again trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the underlying urge to see if his lips feel as soft as they look. 

“Yeah, sorry.” he mutters while rolling off of you and taking a seat besides you, neither of you say it but you both make a mental note to never speak of that interaction again. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks while avoiding eye contact. 

“A little, I’ll go see If Eunseok is awake.” You say quickly jumping off the bed and running towards the door.   

It’s night two of three, when you walk into the room where Anton is seated on the bed trying to get through a 3 minute video, that seems longer because it won’t stop buffering every 10 seconds due to the very bad wifi connection. 

You turn and lock the door behind you before getting Antons attention. “Wanna try this?” You ask, holding up the plate of brownies. 

“A brownie? Sure.” 

“No but it’s not any brownie, It’s a magical brownie.” you add, to make sure that he knew what he was getting himself into. “Magical? Like Jack's magical beans?” He asks while reaching for a brownie. 

“No you idiot, they’re edibles.” 

“Where’d you even get these from?” He asks. 

“Sungchan gave them to me.” You answer while splitting the brownie and passing the smaller half to him. 

“He said we shouldn’t eat the whole thing.” You add before taking a bite and watching him take his. 

“But why would he give us four of them if we can’t eat the whole thing?” Anton asks 

“Maybe I heard him wrong.” You think aloud. 

By the time you finished eating all of the brownies you definitely felt the effects. Sitting legs crossed in front of Anton and just staring at him until you swore you could see his thought bubbles. “You know something…” You say leaning in closer to him, still analyzing the small features of his face. 

“You have a really big nose.” You finish while tilting your head to the side.

“You have really pretty eyes.” He combats

“Okay.” You say ignoring his complement. Walking on your knees to sit directly on his lap. 

“What are you doing?” He’s confused but his hands go directly to your waist to keep you bound. “Let’s have sex.” You say. 

“What?” 

“You don’t wanna go into college a virgin do you?” You try to convince him. 

“I’m not a virgin.” He states questionably. So questionably that if you didn’t already know, you would’ve known from his tone alone that he was in fact a virgin. 

“Yeah right.” 

“I’m not.” He lies again. 

“Shut up and kiss me.” You yell and he obeys, well partly. He only places a small kiss on your lips and finishes with a pat using the tips of his fingers. 

“Wow?” you mutter

“I know, I’m a great kisser.” He boast on himself

“No, You suck.” 

“Like you know? You’ve never kissed anyone.” 

“No, but I know that’s not how you do it.” You say still sitting in his lap with your hands on each of his shoulders. 

“Well you show me how it’s done.” just as fast as he finishes your lips are on his.

Giving him your first kiss and initiating a 30 minute make out session. Until you both fall asleep on the floor, with you wrapped in his arms. 

Falling asleep in his arms wasn’t new. You’d done it plenty of times. however, in those many times, you were completely sober. So you never had to question whether or not you guys had sex.

You’re not naked, you know that much. so that must mean that nothing happened. but you very much remember telling him that you guys should have sex, and your last memory of the night was making out on the floor until you started to think that you might actually like him as more than a friend. 

“we didn’t… do anything right?” you ask sitting up and looking back down at him. 

“I don't remember.” he replies 

“Neither do i.”

“The edibles aren’t supposed to plague or memory right?”

“I don't think so.”

and then it goes silent for a minute. right before the both of you start arguing.

“we had sex, oh my god i can’t believe i had sex with you.” you get up and start pacing 

“Well you’re the one who came up with the idea.”

“I was high! plus you agreed. Why did you agree?”

“I was also high.”

“our friendship is ruined, we can’t ever speak to each other again.”

“Wait. really?” he pauses to look at you.

“don’t you understand what this means? we’ll fall in love with each other. it’s inevitable. there’s no solution.”

“We could just date.” he blurts out and stares at you as if he’s waiting for a legitimate answer.

“Why would we do that?” You say after staring at him in silence. 

“doesn’t it just make sense?” he throws his hands up. 

“no it doesn’t, we don’t like each other.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” He plops down on the bed. 

“We should forget about it.” 

To make matters worse, sungchan walks in right when you’ve started to calm yourself down about the idea of ruining your friendship.

“oh by the way i forgot to warn you guys, the brownies are high in… something that makes you horny. but you don’t have to worry about it, you guys are immune to that stuff.”

“yeah… we don’t have to worry about it.” You try to convince him but it doesn’t work. 

“You had sex didn’t you?” 

“no.” “yes.” you and Anton say at the exact same time, turning to look at each other before changing your answers.”yes.” “no”

“We don't know.” you answer solo this time. “I remember suggesting it and then we… I don't wanna talk about it.”

“Well, there’s only one thing left to do now.” Sungchan walks in fully and closes the door behind him. you don’t know what he’s about to say but you know it’s serious. “You have to date now.”

“That's what I was saying.” Anton says, throwing his arms up.

“No.” You turn and point your index finger to him and then back to Sungchan. “No.”

“No, we’ll just pretend like nothing happened, and Eunseok will never ever find out about this.” 

Your plan to keep Eunseok from finding out wasn’t particularly solid. You walk out to the living space where he’s setting out the dishes for breakfast. He's not the best cook but it’s at least edible, sometimes. you’d usually tease him about it, but you’re caught completely off guard when he goes “there you guys are, I was worried something happened with all the noise you were making last night.”

“uh…” Anton stumbles across his words, he’s standing like a deer stuck in headlights. 

“We were practicing, hand…stands.” You start to think of a lie to explain the noise he heard yesterday. 

“Handstands?” Eunseok doesn’t even look at you.

“He doesn’t know how to do a handstand.” you say pointing to Anton. 

“That’s a relief I thought you were doing something else.” He still isn’t facing you. But he knew the exact reaction he was gonna get from you. 

“Something else?”

“He’s a boy, you’re a girl. You like boys, he likes girls.” He explains. 

“We didn’t have sex.” You blurt out suspiciously 

“I didn’t say you did.” 

“But if we did.” Anton speaks up, despite the looks that you're shooting him from the corner of your eye to signal him to shut up.

“What would you suggest?” he continues 

“Well then, you would just have to date.” Eunseok finally turns around to face you. Warranting your heart to drop to your stomach. You think you might just shit yourself right there. “But that’s just hypothetical of course.” he adds. 

“We wouldn’t have to date. We could let it go and act like we never did it.” 

“That wouldn’t work, the second you two even share a kiss you’re bound to fall in love.” Eunseok says. 

That exact statement circulates your mind the entire day. You couldn’t fall in love with Anton, it just wouldn’t make sense. You don’t even see him that way, and you don’t imagine you ever will. 

The rest of the day goes by and you’re still thinking about what may or may not have happened between you and your best friend last night. Keeping a safe distance just in case. Although it definitely seems to bother you more than it bothered him, because while you were still racking your brain of everything that happened the night prior, he’s just sitting in the corner of the room playing Mario karts. 

“I think I just need to sleep.” You say heading towards the bed.

“I think that’s a good idea, I'm getting tired too.” he gets up to stretch before walking to the bed behind you. 

“what are you doing?” you stop to ask

“I'm going to bed.” He says casually, staring at you as if he truly couldn’t understand why you’d be so hostile about him sleeping in the same bed as you. 

“We can't sleep in the same bed.” You shake your head

“Why not? We sleep together all the time.”

“Don’t! say that.” you shush him with your index finger. “Okay, you take the bed, and I'll go take the couch.”

“The bed is big enough for both of us.” He looks at you when you walk closer towards the door. 

“Why are you making this so hard?” You facepalm

“I'm just trying to get some sleep, you’re the one making this hard.”

You take a deep breath before speaking again, whispering as if someone could hear you through the walls. "What if we… again.”

“if we?” He asks 

“You know, what if we..” you hold your hands up to make sexual gestures just so he’d understand what you were finally getting to. Yet he’s still staring at you like he just doesn't get it.

“What if we have sex again Anton, what if we have sex.” you finally just say throwing your arms down in frustration.

And you bicker for a good 15 more minutes until you finally cave in and just take the bed. His winning argument being that it’s hard for him to sleep alone since he didn’t have his stuffed panda with him. To which you replied, “You should’ve grown out of that phase years ago.” While still stuffing yourself under the sheets besides him. 

September 6th 2015, is the exact date you met Anton. You remember because you still have the initial test that you copied off of him. It was the first time you’d ever made a perfect score on a test, and while you were proud of yourself your mom grew very suspicious. 

You knew him before then, but you never thought to speak to him until he caught you cheating off his paper and threatened to tell the teacher. Leaving you with no other choice but to bribe him with dinosaur chicken nuggets. Which honesty was a win for you because your mom loved to pack them for you for lunch and you just didn’t have the heart to tell her that you hated them. 

Since then, the two of you were attached at the hip, navigating both middle school and high school together. 

You liked to remind yourself of that often, it made you feel better about the rest of life. Because you were soon to be an adult and it was horrifying to you. Even though you had your mom, your brother and Sungchan. It’s just reassuring to know that you had Anton, who was equally as scared as you were. 

Listening to music through your black headphones, you sat in your room. The one place in the whole world where you could truly feel at ease. Where your walls are plastered with posters and your bed is never made. You were lucky to spend less than 5 minutes searching for anything within the 4 corners of your own space. But you loved it nonetheless. 

You tried to listen to anything that would take your mind off of the event that happened over the weekend, however you were shit out of luck because every song on your playlist either talked about kissing or directly described the friends to lover's pipeline. 

Throwing your headphones off, you huff and throw yourself back to stare at the ceiling. Dragging both of your hands down your face. Your friendship with Anton was easily one of the best things you had in your life and you were actively ruining it. 

This is actually extremely stressful. 

Usually when things got this stressful, you’d go to your loyal confidant, but since you couldn’t go to him you go to the internet instead. crawling towards your laptop to look up advice from others who had gone too far with their best friend. 

There were over 7,340,000 results, in which you had rapidly read through at least a hundred of them. There’s all different answers ranging from “there’s no way to mend the friendship.” to “the awkward sexual makes it too hard to bear, the only solution is to cut them off.” Each website you click on makes your gut feel like it’s turning inside out. 

The thought of having to lose Anton as a friend makes your heart feel like it’s getting stomped on by a 10 foot giant. Your eyes are flooding with tears thinking about the small irrevocable mistake that the both of you shared when you weren’t in the right state of mind.

Until you click on one last link that catches your attention. 

“Just continue seeing each other as friends, overtime it’ll sort itself out.”

Just seeing the words on your screen alone is enough to feel like a nice warm hug. Drying your eyes and reading the message over until you finally start to believe that everything is actually gonna be okay.

You get up off your bed when someone gently knocks at your door, you know who it is because it’s the only person who ever knew to knock. 

“Come in.” You try to mask the sorrow in your voice, and it works just barely enough for Eunseok to not catch on. 

“Hey, just wondering if you're gonna come down for dinner.” He says only peeking through the doorway. “Yeah, I’ll be down there soon.” You begin to start looking around your bed for absolutely nothing, just so he couldn’t see how red and puffy your eyes were while crying. 

“Okay, don’t be long. Also, Antons's downstairs waiting for you.” He adds. 

“Antons here.” You quickly turn around to face him, no longer caring if he could tell that you had been sobbing just a few minutes before. Something about just hearing his name causes your heart to beat faster and your lips to turn up into a smile. 

“Oh wait, he's right here.” Eunseok says backing up so your closest friend could walk in behind him. He could immediately tell you had been crying, you knew he could. Because his soft smile drops into an expression of empathy, but not yet saying anything until he knew that you had the room to yourselves. 

“I’ll leave you guys, but don’t forget to come eat dinner with us.” He says once more before he closes the door. Giving you the privacy Anton’s been waiting for. 

“Were you crying?” he asks, already knowing the answer. 

“No.” You lie. 

“I didn’t mean to bother you, I got a little nervous when you hadn’t texted me at all-.” He stops his rambling when you take a seat on your bed and look up at him. He thinks you’re about to cry again but you're just happy to see that nothing has changed between the both of you. 

“I was just scared that we were gonna lose our friendship.” You mumble just a little. 

“We’ve gone through worse, like the time that I pretended to forget your birthday and you stopped talking to me for a whole month.” he kneels in front of you so you don’t have to look up at him. 

The memory makes you laugh a little. Remembering how upset you were, and how he baked you a homemade cake just to get you to forgive him. 

“Could you just promise me that no matter what we’ll always be friends.” You ask, your voice still a little shaky from your crying session. Pinky held out towards him because you know that under no circumstance will the promise be broken. 

“I promise that we’ll be best friends forever.” He links his pinky onto yours, but it doesn’t last for long because you’re already throwing your arms around him to engulf him in a big hug. 

topping him over a little as he softly laughs. 

“But, we should probably lay off the edibles and do something normal.” He waits until you’re pulled away from and seated back onto your bed. “like a movie.” he suggests

“deal,” You nod.

If it were anyone else, this would be considered a date. It had the same feel as a date, you’re sitting in your room trying to find an appropriate outfit and fix your hair. When Sungchan yells from downstairs. “Y/n your boyfriends here.” Causing you to glance in the mirror once more before you run down the stairs to meet him. 

Neither of you care to argue with Sungchan, only paying attention to each other. “You look really pretty.” Anton speaks first, looking down at you. “Thanks.” you smile at him, but the smile doesn’t do justice to the fluttering butterflies that you feel in your stomach. 

“Here’s the keys.” Eunseok places them into your hand without you even having to ask. “Really.” you tame yourself from jumping up and down. 

“Don’t be out too late, and don’t crash my car.” He states, pointing his index finger at you. 

“We won’t.” You head to the front door, when Sungchan yells one last time. “Enjoy your date.” 

“What movie are we going to see by the way?” You ask only once you get into the car. 

“You’ll see.” is all he says, and it makes you beg him for more information. “Could you atleast give me a hint.” 

“It’s over an hour long.” 

“Oh, thanks Anton, that helps.” You sarcastically say, while starting the car. “I think you’ll like it.” He says last.

Anton’s checking in the movie’s ticket while you’re sitting in the back just watching him, there’s no one else in the main area besides the employees, Anton, you and the stranger that walks up from behind you and compliments the shirt that you're wearing. 

“Are you waiting for someone?” The man asks

“Yeah, I’m here with my friend.” You point towards Anton who’s staring intently at your interaction with the man in front of you. “He’s getting our tickets.” you add before turning your attention back to the stranger. “Are you single? By chance?” He asks suddenly but it flatters you. 

The boy is smaller than what you’d describe as your type, but he’s cute and he looks very friendly. He has hair that you think you could spend hours playing in, and it’d be nice to get an actual boyfriend so Sungchan and Eunseok didn’t tease you about Anton. 

“Yeah, I am.” You smile up at him as you stand up. “My name is Y/n.” You add, holding your hand out for him to shake. “My name is Sohee.” He’s about to connect hands with yours but Anton does it first as he stands besides you. Towering over both of you. 

“We have to hurry and catch the movie.” He speaks only to you first, until you look at Sohee and back at him. 

“Hey, sorry I didn’t see you here.” He lies.  

“I don’t wanna hold you up.” Sohee says, particularly paying attention to the way Anton gently and subtly interlocks his fingers with yours. “Sorry about that.” You apologize sincerely. 

“It’s no problem, I hope you enjoy the movie.” He says last before Antons dragging you off. 

“Who was that?” he asks as you go down the hallway to find out which movie room was showing the movie that you intended to see. “He said his name was Sohee, I thought he had really nice hair.” You look up at Anton. 

“I also have nice hair.” He whines. 

“No, I mean his hair looks so soft.” 

“And mine doesn’t.” He turns to look down at you. 

“This isn’t about you.” You giggle. It takes for the both of you to walk into the movie room together for you to realize that he still hadn’t told you what movie you were gonna be watching. You don’t ask now, because you figure that you’ll just find out when it starts playing. 

However, once you take your seat right besides your best friend all the way in the back. You miss the title of the movie because you’re too fixated on the fact he hadn’t let go of your hand since he grabbed it earlier. Watching the way he mindlessly rubs his thumb in slow and gentle circles around the back of your hand. 

You’d pull away and scold him, but it actually felt nice. So you just rest your head on his arm and continue to watch the rest of the movie. 

It was easy forgetting about the 11 pm fiasco in the cabin. You guess Anton was right, your friendship has seen worse. And now you feel kinda silly remembering how you cried thinking about the ending of your friendship. 

If that was even possible, because as long as you’ve known Anton you knew there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do just to talk to you. Even now when he snuck himself into your room, for nothing else but to show you the memory box that he found buried deep beneath his bed. 

Neither of you remember when you started making it, but both of you were glad to have it. The box was filled with random inanimate objects that actually helped to build the friendship that you have now. Things ranging from the test that brought you together in the first place. 

To the small purple transparent lighter that you intended to use as a prop for your magic trick. But actually, almost became an accessory to arson. You were trying to recreate one of those fire throwing acts that you saw on tv however you got a little too carried away and set one of the towels on fire in your bathroom. 

In Anton’s defense he told you over and over again that you shouldn’t do it. In your defense? You didn’t have one. 

The box is filled with not only random memory sakes, but also tons of pictures of the two of you from when you got your first polaroid for christmas. 

The first one you come across is a picture that Eunseok took of you and Anton in your Halloween costumes.

 You’d spent months convincing Anton to go with you as Jack Skellington and Sally because of your small obsession with Tim Burton at the time. 

He agreed but it wasn’t at all an easy task. And you didn’t even know he would agree until he showed up to your front door with face paint and a very unamused frown. It didn’t phase you at all though because you jumped up and down while giggling and clapping, completely missing the small growing smile that he was gaining just from knowing that you were happy and he was the cause of it. 

“Aren’t Jack and Sally a couple?” Sungchan questions when you hand Eunseok your polaroid and ask him to take a picture of you. 

“Duh.” you say oblivious to the point he’s trying to make. 

“So if you’re Jack and you’re sally…” he points to you as he says “Doesn't that make you a couple.” He finishes with a grin. “No, it’s a costume you idiot.” You yell at him, reaching for your shoe to throw at him. 

You’re ready to fight but Anton only looks down at you and smiles at how easily angry you got. And that’s exactly when Eunseok takes the picture. 

Anton watches your subtle smile as you flip through each of the polaroids, he begins to mirror your smile when you look up at him and giggle softly. “Oh look at this one.” You hold one of the pictures just inches away from his eyes where he could barely see. 

Rather than just taking the photograph out of your hand to see it better, he wraps his hand around your wrist and backs it up to a better angle. The gesture is very simple but you don’t fail to notice that he’s rubbing the tip of his thumb back and forth over your skin. 

“I remember this.” he laughs, looking at the photo. You feel a bit of coolness fall over you when he lets go of your arm to look through the rest of the box. Which you think to do after staring at him for 5 seconds too long. Flipping though the rest of the polaroids in your hand, when you come across another picture. 

This one isn’t from your camera. It’s a picture your mom took of you when you invited him over to the house for the first time. She was so happy that you had finally made a friend, she didn’t even care that she was actively embarrassing you. Sneaking pictures, and watching behind walls whenever you had finally built some gut to actually talk to him. 

It was so long ago, and you were so young. It’s fun to think about now, but it’s even better to think about how long you’ve known him. 

“Isn’t it crazy that we’ve been friends for so long and neither of us has a crush on eachother.” You ask, still looking down at the picture. 

“Yeah.” He laughs 

When you look up you see your best friend, the one person outside of your family that stuck with you through thick and thin. Who held you every time you cried and dried your tears to tell you that everything was going to be alright. Who, no matter what, never made you feel like a burden or like you were too much. Who made it obvious over and over again that they’d do anything to keep you happy. 

You see Lee Anton. 

He’s meant to be in your life, you’re very sure of it. Because no one understood you like he did, and no one ever will as long as he’s alive. No one defended you like he did, and you don’t care to learn if anyone else might.

But as time went on, the lines started to blur. Because you want to kiss him now, and you’re not sure if you want to do it as his best friend or something more. Gradually leaning in closer to him until your lips just barely touch.  

He takes the initiative to go all the way. Furthering the kiss, you have to grab onto his shoulders to keep yourself stable. 

You can’t explain it but this just feels right, or better yet, it definitely didn’t feel wrong. 

Your eyes are still closed when you pull away, but the instant you open them he mutters. “I love you.” Causing you to get up and jump away from him as if he was infected with a contagious deadly disease. 

“You ruined it.” You yell at him, loud enough for him to know how startled you are but not enough for anyone outside of the room to hear. 

“I’m sorry!” he pleads. Within a few seconds he’s standing over you so you have to look up at him. For as long as you knew him he’d always been taller than you, it was so obvious that everyone else pointed out the extreme height difference. Well, everyone but you. 

“Why would you say that?” You throw your arms down. 

“I don’t know, it just came out.” 

“You don’t mean it, do you?” You ask, but this time you aren’t yelling and your voice is calmer. 

“Of course, I mean it. We’ve been friends for years and I love you.” 

“Stop saying that!” 

“Do you love me?” His voice is softer than usual and you hate it, there’s just no way you could give him any other answer outside of the one he’s asking to hear. Yet and still you can’t give him anything because you’re not even sure yourself. 

“Do you?” he asks again, breaking the long period of silence. 

“Could you just kiss me again?” You ask, and he listens. Just as he always does because you’re his best friend and all he wants is to make you happy. 

The question never quite left your mind. "Did you love him?” No. “Do you love him?" The obvious answer is yes. It'd be impossible to not love someone that you've been close friends with for just a little less than half your life. Someone that knew almost everything about you. 

But this was a more complicated question. Because you know he wasn't asking if you love him as a best friend, and that wasn't an answer you were ready to find out. If you loved him any differently than a friend, then it would change everything. 

That's what you're afraid of. 

Although, it's a little too late to be scared for the friendship if you're even questioning it in the first place. 

It’s been two days since that night, but neither of you had the balls to bring it up again. Seems as if you were getting better at pretending things never happened. You could try and say that things hadn’t changed at all, but that’d be a lie. 

Usually you liked the comfort of your own room, but the more you spent in there alone the more you felt that the silence was getting too loud for your own good, and the very last thing you needed right now was to be alone in your thoughts. 

So for once you decided to sit in the living room and enjoy the presence of your brother and his best friend. Sitting further away from both of them on the sofa with your legs pressed up against your chest. There weren’t any intentions of interacting with either of them, you just needed to get around somewhere that wasn’t ear ringing quiet. 

But every part of you wishes you would’ve just stayed in your room, when you become the topic of discussion. 

“Are you texting your boyfriend?” Sungchan teases per usual. 

“No.” Is all you say, hoping that if you don’t give him the attention he wants, he’ll leave you alone. He doesn’t but what were you expecting, he was like your annoying brother after all. “You didn’t deny that he was your boyfriend.” 

“He isn’t.” You mumble, still not looking up from your phone. 

“Is something wrong?” Eunseok asks, and you can easily tell that he’s really concerned. But you just cannot force yourself to tell him that something is bothering you because you know he’ll wanna help. And this just wasn’t a matter that you needed nor wanted him to help you with. 

“No, just kinda tired.” You begin to say but sungchan talks over you and asks a question that makes your heart drop. 

“Is this about the kiss with Anton?” He pipes up randomly. 

“You kissed?” Eunseok takes turns questioning you, and just when you’re about to answer him Sungchan once again speaks over you. “Yeah, but they were both high so it doesn’t really count.” 

“High?” This time he’s jumping out of his seat. 

By now your heart is beating loud enough to hear, there’s no way to talk yourself out of this so you don’t even try. Only preparing yourself for what’s to come.  

“You were high?” 

“Before you start, just know that I’m sorry and I already made the decision to never do it again.” 

“Wait, don't be too hard on her, I’m the one who gave them the brownies.” Sungchan butts in an attempt to protect you. “I’ll deal with you later.” Your brother points to him, and turns his attention back on you. 

“Why did you do it in the first place? I told you to stay away from drugs.” He begins raising his voice at you. That might have been when you started crying, you think. But it’s still unclear, because all you could think about was how shitty you felt to have disappointed him. 

“This isn’t a game Y/n that stuff is bad, what will you do when you get to College and everyone around you is doing it?  Are you gonna do it too?” He continues to shout, 

“No, I told you I wasn’t ever gonna touch it again.” You cry, 

“How am I supposed to believe that? You’re not giving me any reason to trust you.” 

The words he spit out of his mouth were like small but extremely sharp swords. Piercing into your heart all at once, you don’t even have the strength in your voice to speak anymore, so your next sentence comes out shaky and a little squeaky. “Did you ever trust me?” 

“Why would I?” That’s the very last sword to impale your beating muscle,  you can imagine that air was just ripped out of your lungs. Leaving you to suffocate alone. If there was one thing you hated in the whole world it was being scolded by your older brother. 

Simply because you weren’t used to getting yelled at by anyone else. Your mom was always very soft spoken, and your dad died before you ever got the chance to really disappoint him. So that left Eunseok, he didn’t shout at you often. But when he did, it hurt. 

Anton’s the one person you went to every time you felt like this, so it was a no brainer that that’s where you’d end up now. 

When you knock on his door still in your pajamas and cheeks stained with tears, he doesn’t even question you. Only holding his arms out for you to claim your spot close to his chest so he could embrace you with the warm and endearing hug that you needed most. 

“He’s just looking out for you.” He speaks tenderly, once you finally calmed yourself down enough to explain everything. You always liked how soft his voice was, it was the very thing that made you wanna befriend him in the first place. Even though you made fun of him for it all the time, it was times like these when you really appreciated it. 

“I just hate that I disappointed him, now he’ll never trust me.” You continue to sob into his chest. 

He lets you cry for another 40 minutes until you fall asleep with your face flat against his chest. Your cheeks are still damp and a bit puffy but even now he finds himself struggling to pull his eyes away from you.

Unfortunately he’s forced to when there’s a knock at the front door, and Anton has to slide himself from under you so you don’t wake up. He knows exactly who’s on the other side of the door but he opens it anyway. 

“Is Y/n here?” eunseok asks, already knowing the answer. You wouldn’t go anywhere else. 

“No. why, did something happen?” Anton masks his lies with faux concern. “We just got into an argument kind of. I just wanna make sure she’s okay.” Eunseok continues.

Anton looks back at your sleeping figure and faces Eunseok. Feeling no need to hold up the lie he says, “Yeah, she’s fine.” 

“Thank you… for taking care of her.” 

“Of course.” 

Anton closes the door when Eunseok walks away. He watches you for some short moments before leaving to go find a blanket to drape over you just in case you were feeling chilly in your sleep. And sitting on the couch beside you so you didn’t have to be alone. 

Anyone with a sibling would know that arguments don’t last for long. But this one did, you knew what you did was wrong but you also don’t want to apologize. So you just pretend like he doesn’t exist for the following week. 

He tried nonstop for the first two days but gave up after you just stared directly in his face without a word when he offered you the keys to his car, and unlimited access for the rest of the summer. 

“What do you wanna watch?” Anton asks with one hand navigating the laptop and the other playing through your hair. Your body is pressed close against his, so much so you can hear his heartbeat. And he can feel the vibrations of your voice when you hum “I don’t know, you can choose.” 

“How about a cartoon?” He scrolls his pointer down to Tom and jerry. 

“Not that one.” You mutter when it begins to play. 

“Okay, what about the incredibles?” He asks 

“I don’t like the incredibles.” you speak into his chest. 

“Mickey mouse?” 

“We’re not children, Anton.” 

“Well, what do you wanna watch?” he shifts his body to look down at you, his frustration growing when you look back up at him. “I don’t know, but I don’t wanna watch that.” 

“You don’t wanna watch anything.” He huffs. 

“Just choose something good.” Both of you are bickering with each other but keeping your positions, his hand is still tangled in your hair, and you're still face to chest with him. You look up in sync when Eunseok passes by your room to get to his own, however he doesn’t make it to his room yet because he stopped to watch the two of you bicker. 

If he didn’t know any better he’d think that the both of you were dating.  Funny thing is, he really didn’t know any better. So he stood there in shock staring at you two together holding a half sandwich right in front of his mouth. 

“What are you looking at?” You spit, after a small moment of awkward silence. 

As soon as the words leave your mouth you realize exactly what he’s looking at, because you look up at Anton and jump away a second later. Not noticing how it looked from a different point of view. 

  Eunseok walks away immediately with a small chuckle, because although he didn’t understand what was going on you at least acknowledged his existence and talked to him, so that was an improvement. 

Your relationship with your brother was still taking baby steps to recovery, but your relationship with your best friend couldn’t get any better. If you weren’t sitting right besides him, you were texting him, if you weren’t texting him, you were calling him. 

You made the deal to make this summer count, just in case you grew apart from each other but with the way things were going you highly doubted that anything would break you apart now. 

You threw your head back on your bed, staring at your phone with your arms held out over top of your face. You smile never wavering as you type away messages to Anton. First you send the word “hello” 8 individual times in separate messages until he responds, you wanna make sure that you have his attention first. 

But when he doesn’t respond or even open the messages, you let the anticipation get the best of you and just call him, so you can at least hear his reaction when you tell him the news that has you busting at the seams with excitement. 

Yet, something about hearing the phone ring over and over again slowly kills the excitement in you. Your smile is still present, it’s just smaller now. 

Anton always answered his phone for you, even during the cello lessons that his dad used to make him take after school. So this is something new to you, and you’re not sure how to really feel about it. 

The only thing you can think to do is just go to his house and see him in person. At Least this way you could see his reaction face to face and even hang out for a little. That’s what you choose to do, throwing your legs over your bed to rush to his front door.

“Hey, guess wha-” You start the second the door opens but stop when you see that the person who opened the door wasn’t Anton. In fact, you don’t know who this is, you’ve never seen her before.

“Hi?” The girl pipes up, smiling at you. You try to force yourself to mirror her smile, it lasts almost as long as a blink but with all the thoughts running through your head you end up just blurting out. “Who are you?” 

“I’m Anton’s friend.” She holds her hand out to you. “Nice to meet you.” She smiles. 

You feel your heart sink into your chest, the longer you look at her. It was happening already, and summer isn’t even over yet. you thought things were looking up, but it’s just the beginning of the end. 

You wanna ask, “Are you sure?” because Anton's never mentioned her before, but you hold your tongue and simply ask “Is he here?” and she responds with “Yeah, I’ll get him for you.” 

You wait for less than a minute before Anton comes to the door, you hadn’t thought about what you were going to say when you did see him. So now you’re stumbling over your words trying to find out what question you wanna ask first.

“I just came because you didn’t answer your phone, but I guess you have a date so that would explain everything.” you mutter

“It's not a date, she just came over to play games.”

“sounds fun.”

“you’re not mad.. right?”

“I'm just a little disappointed that you didn’t tell me. but she’s really pretty I hope you guys have fun.”

“why do you even care? we’re just friends.” he asks when get ready to turn your back. 

“Just fr- the rest of the words can’t even leave your mouth, just caught in your throat as tears begin to swarm your waterline. “Clearly we don’t feel the same way, so I’ll just go.”

“Feel the same way?” he repeats “about what? there’s nothing to feel.” That's what does it, knocks the wind right out of your lungs. 

“nothing. nothing, Anton bye.” you hurry and walk away before he could see you cry. the conversation reminds you of the stupid high school that you used to avoid. clinging onto Anton because you always thought he was far too sweet to ever treat you or anyone like that. but you were wrong, you were terribly wrong, and it makes you physically ill. 

Crying for the third time this summer, barging into the house past Eunseok and running into your room. This might actually be your first heartbreak, and it’s funny to think that your best friend would be the one to give it to you.

“knock knock.” Eunseok knocks on the bedroom door that you forgot to close. Usually he’d wait for your permission to enter but this time he just walks right in and takes a spot on the edge of your bed. 

“go away.” you sob into your pillow. 

He continues to speak, not caring about your protests. “I know you don’t wanna talk to me right now. but I want you to know that I'll always be here for you. and no matter what i’ll always look out for you.”

“I don't need you to look out for me.” 

He doesn’t say anything else because he knows it’s only a matter of time before you open up to him about what’s going on. 

he thought right, it takes not even 4 seconds for you to sit up and look at him with glossy eyes. “we’re just friends, not best friends, not even close friends. just friends.” you hiccup in between words.

When eunseok doesn’t say anything you keep talking.

"He was hanging out with this girl; I've never met her before. Well, I mean he’s never told me about her, and she’s really pretty. He probably thinks she’s prettier than me.” 

“you’re crying because he was hanging out with a girl?” Eunseok recaps and you roll your eyes. 

“You don’t get it, no one gets it.” Not even you. You couldn’t explain to him what’s wrong if you wanted to, because you actually had no clue. All you knew was that you saw him with another girl, and it hurt. It hurt a lot. 

“Then explain it to me.” Your brother looks at you, really trying to understand so he could find a way to make you feel better. When you go completely silent, he blurts out another question. 

“Do you like him?” 

Now you get it, now it all makes sense. You don’t wanna admit it aloud, but you know the truth. You’ve stopped crying but your voice is still weak and raspy when you say. “We’re just friends.” Repeating Anton's exact words. 

It wasn’t easy ignoring Anton, not because you were struggling to stay away from him but because he made it hard to pretend like he never existed. Blowing up your phone with phone calls or text messages and popping up at your front door occasionally so you’d be forced to see his face.

You’ve moved on from being mad about whatever it was that you were mad about in the first place, to being mad about the fact that he didn’t share the same feelings you had. 

This was all his fault anyways, because if it wasn't for his dumb stupid face and his annoying soft voice you would’ve never fallen for him in the first place. You were actually pretty good at keeping your emotions controlled… well more less. But this was still his fault, and you weren’t taking any responsibility. 

1:15 Brachio: Wanna go skating today? 

1:22 Brachio: hey??

1:37 Brachio: did I do something wrong?”  

You scoff at the last message; he really had the audacity to ask if he did something wrong. Even if you didn’t fully know the reason you were mad, he should’ve definitely known. 

4:49 Brachio:  Hello? 

4:49 Brachio: I’m sorry, please talk to me. 

4:49 Brachio: this isn’t fun I’m getting flashbacks. 

4:50 Brachio: I’ll bake you a cake.

4:50 Brachio: I’ll do anything. 

5: 10 Brachio: wow so you hate me. 

6:20 You: I do, leave me alone. 

6:20 Brachio: Oh, sorry, 

6:29 Brachio: Are you still mad? 

You leave your phone faced up and watch his name flash more and more from the corner of your room. Trying to think of anything else to distract you from the conversation Anton was having with himself in your messages. 

“What are you doing out here?” Sungchan looks down at Anton cropped down in front of your door. “Waiting or Y/n” he responds.

“Oh I’ll get her for you.” He turns. 

“No! She’s not gonna come out if you tell her I’m here. I’ll just wait.” 

“Is this like a game?... or” 

“She came over 2 weeks ago, and we had a small argument about… actually I don’t know what it was about. I just know that it upset her that I had one of my friends over.” 

“Interesting, interesting and was this friend a girl?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Do you find her physically attractive?” 

“No, I’ve never really looked at her like that.” 

“Interesting.” sungchan taps his chin 3 times for cinematic effect. “Seems to me like Y/n might have a little crush on you.” 

“On me? She couldn’t possi- oh~” he comes to the realization mid sentence. “What is Anton gonna do with this new found information?” Sungchan begins to speak in his version of a British accent. 

“There’s nothing I can do, She won’t talk to me. It’s been weeks.” Anton looks up to sungchan. 

“If there is a will. There will be a way.” Sungchan speaks with his finger in the air as if he was some inspirational character from a children's book. “Okay…” Anton mutters.

“Sungchan says! We shall make it rain.” 

“Make it rain?” Anton questions

“Make it rain.” Sungchan heroically yells. 

“Make it rain?” Anton asks again. 

Since summer was coming down to an end, you figured there was no other time to start packing but now. The first thing you decided to start with was the abundance of posters on your walls. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe you needed a little change in your life, and growing up wasn’t all that bad. 

“I never thought I’d see this room all packed up.” Eunseok says as he walks through your bedroom door. 

“I haven’t even started yet.” You laugh. 

“You start school in a few weeks. How do you feel?” 

“I’m actually kind of excited, maybe it’s time for me to make new friends.” 

“Are you at least gonna talk to him before you go?” 

“He’ll be fine, he has someone to keep him company.” you don’t even take the time to look at your brother when you speak. Focusing on carefully taking down your wall art without ripping any of them. 

“I’m sure he’d still like to talk to you.” 

“I don’t care.’ You say bluntly. 

“Maybe you should.” You only turn to look at him when he’s gone. Leaving you alone with nothing but your crowded walls and crowded thoughts to match. Going away for college meant you might not ever talk to Anton again. Well, you were probably gonna see him around campus or something, sure. But you won’t be friends like you used to. He’ll go off to build his new group of people and so will you. 

Maybe this friendship wasn’t so strong after all. 

The splashing water against your window is enough to pull you out of your thoughts. You guess that it’s rain at first, so you open your window to observe the sky but see that it’s completely bright and clear. 

“What the heck?” You say aloud to yourself trying to observe where the sprinkles of water were coming from. 

Then you see Anton standing right below you, drenched in water and Sungchan holding the water hose from the bushes. “These idiots.” You mutter under your breath. 

“Y/n someone's here for you.” Eunseok yells from the stairs. Making sure to leave out Anton’s name because he knew you wouldn’t leave your room if he did mention him. 

Anton doesn’t give you the chance to speak before he starts to recite the note he had in his hands. The note was just as wet as he was and the ink had already begun washing off the paper, but he continued to read anyways. 

“I. am. Very. sorry. For-” not caring to hear the rest of what he has to say you snatch the damped paper out of his hand and rip it up in front of him. Then throwing the pieces back in his face before you slam the door and leave him to talk to himself.

“I didn’t need that.” He murmurs through the barrier between you two. 

“Remember you pinky promised me that we’d always be friends. You can’t break it now, we never break our pinky promises.” He speaks on the other side of the door since you weren’t gonna speak to him face to face. 

“For the love of god Anton, go away-” You yell at him when you open your front door, and within a blink of an eye his lips are on yours and his hands are on each side of your face. He’d pulled you far enough out of your house to get drenched in the water that Sungchan was spraying. 

You break the kiss first, with a harsh slap on his cheek. “Why did you do that?” You shout.

“That’s what they do in the movies whenever they confess their feelings. I thought it would work.” he explains, holding his cheek, 

“You like me?” 

“Am i gonna get slapped again if I say yes?” 

You don’t have anything else to say, so you pull him down to you by the collar of his shirt and kiss him once again. Before whispering “I like you too.” against his lips

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” 

“I still haven’t gotten a cake yet.” is your response to his question, but you both knew that you were far from mad at him. 

You guys shared over 234 pinky promises in the time span that you had been friends. And all of them remained unbroken, except for one. 

[chrissy-dont-talk]

Never let your Fiancé stop you from finding your soulmate!😌

[tocupid]

ANTON TEXTS.

sypnosis. just some silly lil convos between anton and his partner!

pairing + warnings. anton x gn!reader + cussing, mentions and lil photo of a roach (i got too lazy to replace the photos sorry um), and intentional caps

authors note. I LOVE ANTON SO SO SO SO MUCH !!!!! if u wanna listen to the playlist its up there, the scan thing is in the pic, and heres the link .

[slytherinshua]

GIRL DINNER

genre. fluff. warnings. ...biting. pairing. anton x fem!reader. wc. 407. request. no. a/n. all bcuz @eternalgyu said she wanted to bite him when i sent her a pic 👹 the title is as impulsive as y/n in this fic goodbye

It was a peaceful afternoon, snuggled up next to Anton. His arm was wrapped around you, draped at your waist, completely relaxed. He scrolled through his phone, attention drifting off of you, though he was aware of your presence. You were drawing little shapes on the skin of his arm— the entire expanse of it available to you since he was wearing a t-shirt. Anton scrolled to the next tiktok on his phone, smiling at one of briize’s funny videos. He liked it and scrolled to the next one. 

Everything was quiet and calm. 

It was peaceful and relaxing. Just you and Anton.

Until Anton felt a gentle bite to his arm. 

His eyes widened slightly and he turned to you, raising an eyebrow, “Did you just… bite me?” He whispered. It was clear that you did since your mouth was still suspiciously close to his arm, but he still asked.

You blinked at him, “Impulse.”

“Why do you have an impulse to bite me?” He asked, scrunching up his nose.

“Cause you’re so munchkin and pretty. I wanna eat you.” You mumbled, sinking back into his side, moving your head to rest on his chest instead of close to his arm.

“Cannibal.” He whispered under his breath, going back to his phone as if nothing had happened.

A couple minutes passed, enough for 15 more tiktoks and 4 kisses placed to Anton’s cheek. Just as he was about to show you a funny video that had come across his feed, he felt it again.

*bite*

“Y/n!” He whined, pulling his arm away from you finally and sitting up. It wasn’t like the bite had hurt or anything— you were very gentle, but your boyfriend wanted to cuddle with you, not have his arm bitten.

“What?” You asked, feigning ignorance as long as you could. Anton frowned.

“Am I yummy?” 

“...Yes.” You whispered, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. Even his reaction was adorable. He sighed and laid back down on the pillow, wrapping his arms around you again.

“You said you were tired. Just sleep. No more biting.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and pulling you to lie on top of him. 

“Fine.” You said, frowning in fake hurt at your boyfriend. But he looked so peaceful laying there with his eyes closed that you couldn’t feel petty for too long, and eventually relaxed down to nap with him instead.

↳ riize taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien,, @seolboba,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @cosmicwintr, @chiiyuuvv

[squoxle]

I just uploaded an Eunseok corruption fic which you guys can check out while I work on my next three RIIZE fics.

The only question I have is…Who wants to be added to my permanent RIIZE taglist???

Leave a comment or like this post and I’ll add you to the list.

Here’s a list of the upcoming 3 RIIZE fics

1. My Choice ~ P.WB

2. There’s No ‘A’ in Cheer ~ L.AT

3. Secret Obsession ~ P.WB

[euseokz]

@ anton — i've never felt this way before . . i hope it never ends ! . cws : virginity loss . oral (f) . wc : 0.6k+ . genre : smut + fluff

a/n : happy (belated) anton day !! decided to finish up this wip for our sweet boy’s day hehe 🫶🏻🫶🏻

FIRST LOVE! ANTON who is in complete awe of you, so enamored he can barely hold it in.

he has never felt this way for someone, how he always wants to be close to you, how he always seems to smile more around you, how your touch always is so warm and comforting, how being away from you leaves him with a weird feeling of longing. he can’t quite describe it, but he wonders if this what love feels like, if it is this giddy feeling he feels bubbling inside his chest whenever your name is mentioned or when he sees you. maybe he does love you, and thankfully, you love him too, feeling everything he feels perfectly the same, your first time experiencing all of this too.

maybe what led you two to take so long to fully find your ways to each other was the fact you were so inexperienced in this department, but regardless, eventually, you found yourselves in each other’s arms, every kiss leaving you filled with more glee than the last, perky smiles always making their way to your lips whenever you were together. all you needed was to take the next step, completely devote yourselves to one another, wanting more than just the make out sessions and daring touches. you wanted each other badly, drawn to one another like a moth to a flame — and anton hoped it would always be like this, that he’d always want you like he did the first time.

his touches were soft, tender, each layer of clothing getting peeled off of you with a sort of gentleness only anton could give you. he gazed at your naked body with wonder, already imagining all the things he wanted to do with you — and the feeling was mutual, as soon as he too was completely bare your eyes gluing themselves to his wide frame, looking curiously, expectantly waiting for what would come next.

anton left small kisses down your neck, each one fleeting but hotter than any other one he had ever given you, making you squirm under him, a sort of fire burning in your middle, begging to be put out by anton’s plump lips. he left his last pecks on your inner thigh, then moving to press them over your folds, anxiously gulping before peeking his tongue out, licking a strip up your pussy, attentive to your reaction. you whined, arching your back ever so slightly, already desperate for more, anton’s arms wrapping around your upper thighs while your hands held them, trying to find solace in touching him. experimentally, and almost curiously, anton continued, trying to flick over your clit, the swollen bud twitching at his touch, your unintentional reactions to him something that made anton smile, only adding fuel to make him want to keep going.

he sucked on your clit, continued pressing his tongue over it, kissed your pussy and even tried pushing his tongue into your hole. anton did anything he could think of that’d possibly make you feel good, all of his guesses right enough because sooner than later you were cumming against him, your walls clenching around nothing as he continued stimulating your sensitive clit, slowing down when you started whining that it was too much, until he eventually stopped, coming up from between your legs with a satisfied grin, his lips and chin glistening with a mixture of his saliva and your slick. anton’s eyes shined, glossy arousal covering them — much like your own, so without wasting more time he moved up to kiss you again, ready to keep going with you, his first love.

[aenuki]

jealous bf texts!

group riize genre fluff 、suggestive cw mentions of making out/hickeys requested no

author note first post yayayay.. hopefully u enjoyed! feel free to send in text reqs or just a fun lil ask ><

© aenuki 2023 — do not copy 、repost or translate.

[chlorinecake]

Are we getting anymore Riize smut anytime soon 😓🙏🏽

✶ Time It | 18+ RIIZE IMAGINES 💭

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ how long would each riize member last … ?!

contains: SMUT, implied overstim or multiple rounds, hand jobs and oral (m. receiving), precise timings, fem!reader

Shotaro ⏱︎ Given his stamina as a dancer, I’d say he normally lasts pretty long on his own, but with you, it’d be harder for him to hold back, asking you to slow down whenever he’s close just to drag it out with edging. He’d be a blushing mess, too, screwing his eyes shut as he lets out those little groans you love, struggling to keep his thighs still before finishing just under thirteen minutes …

Eunseok ⏱︎ He’s prone to hide his sounds whenever he’s inside of you, wanting to focus more on your pretty whimpers as he fucks into you, or the sound of your juices squelching together. Though, you can tell just by looking at his darkened eyes and listening to the way he pants while talking dirty to you that he’s in a total haze, giving you a little over ten minutes for round one …

Sungchan ⏱︎ I first wanna mention how fun this guy would be in the bedroom, showing you in his facial expressions how much he’s enjoying it, and maybe even laughing a little before groaning all loud and shamelessly. Still, I can imagine he’s built up an endurance with you over time, oozing from his tip before giving you his full load at around fifteen minutes …

Wonbin ⏱︎ So needy… I can see him rutting his hips into your hand as you fist him, or stroking your hair out of the way so he could see your pretty face taking him, only to roll his eyes back while breathing all heavy. He’d try his best to hold back and make things last longer, but once he gets fully lost in your touch, he’d be moaning your name in an easy eight minutes …

Seunghan ⏱︎ Alright so with him, I feel like he'd really wanna impress you, knowing from personal research that it takes more time for a woman to get there. He'd spit on your cunt for additional slick first, and experiment with his thrusting speeds to maximize both your pleasure. I’d say he’d give you a sweet ten to fifteen minutes if he’s taking his time ...

Sohee ⏱︎ My cute baby... I honestly get the vibe that he's a relatable mix of extremely horny yet inexperienced, hiding his face out of shyness, but also because if he keeps looking at the way your fingers are wrapped around him, he might finish in a heartbeat </3 ... Stick with a moderate pace, and he’d get off in six minutes or so… but expect him to want more pretty soon ...

Anton ⏱︎ Don’t be fooled by his innocent and bashful demeanor, ‘cause this guy will actually surprise you. You’d try to be nice by starting off slow, but he’d be a moaning mess underneath you in seconds, clinging to your hips while practically begging you to go faster. You two would have to work up to more than one round because he’s sensitive, but he’d last a good seven minutes …

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