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loveanton · 5 months ago

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my universe | lee anton

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: if anyone were to ask your husband what matters most to him he’d undoubtedly respond with, “my family.” you and your three children, soon to be four, are his whole universe.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: husband!anton x f!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: slice of life au

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4.7k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: screaming kids, tantrums, mentions of pregnancy, protective anton, fear of water, accidental hitting, you and anton shower together, overall just cute family time hehe :)

⏤ 𝑎/n: want anton to father my kids 🫨

"Mama, up!"

You glance down at your youngest, his small arms reaching up towards you from the floor as you hover over the stove, carefully tending to breakfast for your bustling household. His sleepy eyes and rumpled pajamas tug at your heart, but you know you have to keep moving.

"Just a little longer, sweetheart," you say gently. "Mama's making breakfast."

But your explanation does little to soothe him, and his pout quickly turns into a full-blown tantrum. He wails, stomping his little feet in frustration, the noise echoing through the kitchen. Before you can intervene, Anton's calm, firm voice cuts through the chaos.

"Buddy, come here."

Your son turns, still sniffling, and runs into Anton's waiting arms. Anton scoops him up effortlessly, his voice soothing as he explains, "Mama's making breakfast. She can't pick you up right now, okay?"

Your son, now snuggled against Anton's shoulder, seems to understand. He buries his face into his father's neck, his cries subsiding as sleep overtakes him once more.

Just then, the twins burst into the kitchen, their energy filling the room as they dart around. The two children create a whirlwind of laughter and shouts, making it almost impossible for you to continue cooking. Your son stirs and starts to cry again, overwhelmed by the sudden noise.

"Hey, hey, calm down, everyone," Anton says, his voice authoritative yet kind. "No running around in the kitchen. Go wait in the living room until breakfast is ready."

The twins, recognizing the seriousness in their father's tone, grab each other's hands and run out, still bubbling with excitement but now more contained. You sigh in relief, though your son's cries continue, his small body writhing in Anton's arms.

"Here, let me take him," you offer, stepping towards Anton.

But Anton shakes his head, his eyes gentle but firm. "No, love. I don't want you carrying him. Remember, you're pregnant."

You roll your eyes slightly but smile, appreciating his concern. "I'm fine, Anton. I can handle it."

"I know you can," he says, brushing a stray braid from your face. "But I'd feel better if you didn't pick him up for a while."

You relent, understanding his worry, and return to cutting up the fruit, grateful for his support. Anton sways gently, soothing your son until his cries turn to soft snores. Just then, your mother-in-law descends the stairs, her presence warm and reassuring.

"Good morning," she greets, taking her grandson from Anton with practiced ease. "I'll take this little one."

"Thanks, Mom," Anton says, his hands now free to help you finish breakfast. He moves to your side, starting to plate the food with efficiency born of practice.

The sound of breakfast preparations and the occasional clatter of dishes fills the kitchen. You and Anton work in a seamless rhythm, a testament to the years of shared mornings and teamwork. As you place the final touches on the plates, Anton calls out, "Okay, breakfast is ready!"

The children come running back, their excitement renewed. As they crowd around the table, the twins start to bicker over who gets to sit next to their dad, their voices rising in discord.

"Girls, you can share the chair," you interject, cutting off the argument before it can escalate. "No more fighting, okay?"

They nod, clambering onto the same chair, their brief squabble forgotten in the excitement of breakfast. As they dig into their plates, the sound of footsteps inform of the arrival of Anton's father.

"Grandpa!" The chorus of excited voices fills the room as the kids rush to him, wrapping their arms around his legs. Even your youngest joins in, having wriggled free from his grandmother's grasp.

He chuckles, bending down to tickle them. "Alright, alright, let's finish breakfast first," he says, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Anton hands you a cup of tea, his eyes meeting yours with a loving smile. "Good morning, Dad," he says, taking a sip of his own coffee.

"Good morning," his father replies, settling into a chair with a contented sigh, watching the lively scene before him.

You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace amidst the chaos. Anton often tells you that your family is his whole universe, and in moments like these, it's easy to see why.

As breakfast progresses, the noise level rises again, though this time it’s filled with the happy chatter of children and the clink of utensils. Your mother-in-law, having settled your youngest comfortably on her lap, joins in the conversation, sharing a story from Anton’s childhood that has everyone laughing.

"Did you know," she says, "when your dad was your age," she points at one of the twins, "he used to run around the kitchen with his brother just like you, driving me up the wall!"

Anton shakes his head, grinning. "And now it's come full circle. Thanks for that, Mom."

The twins giggle, and you see them exchanging looks that promise future mischief.

As you move to enter the kitchen, Anton stands and follows you, placing a gentle hand on your back. "Need a hand?" he asks.

"Just need some water," you reply with a smile.

He obliges, pouring a glass of water for you before topping off his own cup with some more coffee. "You know," he says quietly, "I think we should tell everyone soon. About the baby."

You nod, looking through the kitchen entryway at the gathered family, feeling a wave of warmth and gratitude. "Yeah, soon. But not just yet. Let's keep this little secret between us for a bit longer."

Anton agrees, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "I can't wait to meet this one."

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As breakfast winds down, Anton’s father stands up, signaling the end of the meal. "Alright, girls," he says, clapping his hands. "Who’s up for a game outside?"

A chorus of cheers follows, and the twins scramble to clean up their plates, eager for the next adventure. Anton helps you clear the table, his hand occasionally brushing yours, a silent reminder of his love and support.

Your mother-in-law, still holding your youngest, stands and stretches. "I'll take him for a little walk in the garden," she says. "Give you two a bit of a break."

"Thanks, Mom," you say, truly grateful.

As the children spill outside, their laughter echoing back into the house, you and Anton share a quiet moment in the now peaceful kitchen. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

"You know," he murmurs, "I wouldn't trade this for anything."

You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Neither would I."

Anton and you retreat to the kitchen, the comforting sounds of family now a backdrop to your conversation. Together, you start washing the dishes, working side by side. Anton takes up the sponge, scrubbing at a stubborn spot on a plate, while you rinse and stack the clean dishes.

“Remember when we first found out we were having the twins?” you say, smiling at the memory.

Anton chuckles, his eyes warm with nostalgia. “How could I forget? We were both in shock. Two babies at once.”

You nod, laughing softly. “I thought we’d never sleep again.”

“And we didn’t, for a while,” Anton replies, shaking his head. “But look at them now. They’re growing up so fast.”

You both pause, gazing out the window above the kitchen sink. The large yard, a non-negotiable for both of you when buying this house, stretches out in front of you. The twins run around with their grandpa, their laughter ringing through the air, while your son clings tightly to his grandmother’s hand, exploring the garden.

“I’m so glad we insisted on a big yard,” you say, watching the children play. “I wanted them to have the space to explore, to grow up with nature. Not glued to screens all the time.”

Anton nods, his arm brushing yours as he hands you another plate. “They’re having the kind of childhood we always dreamed of for them.”

You turn to look at your husband, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. “Our son looks just like you, you know. Acts like you too. It’s like having a little Anton running around.”

Anton smiles, a tender look in his eyes. “And the twins are all you. They’ve got your energy.”

As you share this quiet moment, your oldest twin comes barreling into the kitchen, her voice high with excitement. “Beach! Daddy, Mommy, beach!”

Anton’s father follows her in, looking a bit sheepish. “Sorry about that. I told them about how much you and your brother loved swimming in the ocean when you were their age. They got a bit obsessed with the idea.”

You and Anton laugh, your kids’ enthusiasm infectious. The twins cling to your legs, their faces pleading as they beg to go.

“Please, Mommy! Please, Daddy!” they chant, their eyes wide with anticipation.

Anton glances at you, then back at the kids, a smile spreading across his face. “Well, it is nice out. How about a family outing to the beach?”

The twins squeal in delight, racing off to their shared room to pick out their outfits. You chuckle, shaking your head at their energy.

“Looks like we’re going to the beach,” you say, leaning into Anton.

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “Mhhmm, excited to teach Chanwoo how to swim.”

With the dishes done, you start gathering the necessary items for a beach trip. Towels, sunscreen, snacks – everything you’ll need for a day of fun in the sun. The twins reappear, dressed in their swimsuits and hats, bouncing with excitement.

“Ready, ready, ready!” they chant, unable to contain their enthusiasm.

Your mother-in-law comes in, your son still in her arms. “Looks like we’re all set. This little one is ready for his first beach day too.”

You take a moment to look around at your family, feeling a profound sense of happiness and fulfillment. Anton catches your eye, and you share a smile, knowing that these are the moments that he appreciates most.

As you all pile into the car, the kids chatter excitedly about the waves, the sand, and the fun they’re going to have. Anton starts the engine, and you lean back in your seat, hand resting on your slowly growing belly. Anton's parents follow in their own car, ready to join the beach adventure.

The twins, Yechan and Chanmi, start firing off questions as soon as you hit the road. "Mommy, how big are the waves?" Yechan asks, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"And will we see dolphins?" Chanmi adds, bouncing in her seat.

"The waves can be pretty big, but we'll stay where it's safe for you to play," you reassure them. "And maybe, if we're lucky, we might see some dolphins."

Your son, clutching his favorite stuffed animal, pipes up. "Mama, what about cwabs?" He tries to say 'crabs' but stumbles over the word, making you smile.

"Crabs, sweetheart," Anton corrects gently. "Can you say 'crabs'?"

"Cwabs," your son tries again, furrowing his little brow.

"Crabs," Anton repeats, and the twins join in, encouraging their brother.

"Crabs, crabs, crabs!" they chant, giggling.

Your son concentrates hard, then finally says, "Crabs!"

"Yay!" The twins cheer, giving him high fives, which makes him giggle in delight.

You feel your heart warm at the sight of your children supporting each other. Anton reaches over to squeeze your hand, his eyes reflecting the same affection you feel.

“Daddy, why don’t you swim anymore?” Yechan asks suddenly, her question catching you off guard.

Anton glances at you before answering. “Well, sweetie, I stopped swimming to follow another dream. I wanted to sing, so I chose that instead.”

Chanmi gasps, her eyes wide with admiration. “You’re so cool, Daddy.”

Anton laughs, his voice soft and even lower than usual due to his bashfulness. “Thank you, Chanmi. That means a lot to me.”

When you arrive at the beach, the twins are practically vibrating with excitement, ready to dash into the water. You manage to corral them long enough to apply sunscreen, with Anton helping to ensure they’re properly covered.

“Can we go now? Please?” Yechan begs, hopping from one foot to the other.

“Alright, alright,” Anton says, laughing. “Let’s go.”

He tries to take your son along, but the little boy screeches and buries himself in your arms, clearly frightened of the water. “Looks like he’s not ready for the waves yet,” you say, soothing him with gentle pats. “We’ll stay here and build a sandcastle, okay?”

Your son nods, his grip on you tightening. You find a good spot on the beach, and soon, you’re both immersed in building an elaborate sandcastle, complete with moats and towers.

Your mother-in-law and father-in-law join you, sitting down in the sand to watch and help. “This is such a lovely day,” your mother-in-law says, her voice warm with affection. “Thank you for making our son so happy.”

You glance up, surprised. “Oh, it’s my pleasure. Anton means the world to me.”

She smiles, her eyes softening. “I was always worried, you know. With Anton’s job, I feared he’d never find someone who truly loved him for who he is. But you’ve been his rock. Despite the hate and the invasive fans, you stayed by his side. There’s no one else I could ever see him loving.”

Your father-in-law nods in agreement. “We’re grateful for you. You’ve made him so happy, and that’s all we’ve ever wanted for our kids.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away, smiling. “Thank you. That means a lot. I love Anton, and I love this family we’ve built together.”

As you chat, you keep an eye on Anton and the twins in the water. They’re laughing and splashing, Anton’s strong arms steadying them against the small waves. It’s clear they’re having the time of their lives, and your heart swells with pride and joy.

Your son, now more relaxed, starts to enjoy the sandcastle project, his little hands patting the sand into shape. “Look, Mama! Big tower!” he exclaims, showing you his handiwork.

“That’s amazing!” you praise, giving him a high five.

Your mother-in-law watches the scene with a tender smile. “He’s so much like Anton at that age. So determined and full of wonder.”

“He really is,” you agree, looking at your son with love.

After a while, Anton and the twins return, their faces flushed with excitement. “Mommy, did you see us? We went so far out!” Yechan says, her eyes sparkling.

“I saw! You were so brave,” you say, hugging her.

Chanmi nods vigorously. “Daddy was the best lifeguard ever!”

Anton grins, ruffling their hair. “You two were amazing swimmers.”

As the excitement of swimming subsides, you turn to your son, who’s been contentedly building sandcastles by your side. “Do you want to try the water, sweetie?” you ask him gently.

He hesitates, looking out at the waves with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. “Mama, water scary.”

You smile reassuringly. “I know it seems that way, but Mommy and Daddy will be right there with you. We’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

He looks up at you, his little face thoughtful. After a moment, he nods. “Okay, Mama. I twust you.”

You stand and take his small hand in yours, feeling a swell of pride at his bravery. “Let’s go to the shore, then. Daddy, can you help?”

Anton joins you, taking your son’s other hand. “Ready, buddy? We’ll take it slow.”

Together, you walk toward the water, your son gripping your hands tightly. When the first wave gently rolls over his little toes, he shrieks at the sensation but doesn’t pull away.

“See? It’s not so bad,” Anton says, smiling down at him. “Do you want to go in a bit deeper?”

Your son looks up at you both, then back at the water. With a firm nod, he says, “Yes, Daddy. Deeper.”

You caress his cheek, your heart swelling with love. “That’s my brave boy.”

As you walk in a bit further, the water rises to his knees. He giggles, now more accustomed to the feel of the waves. He pulls his hands free from yours and starts splashing around, his laughter echoing over the beach.

Anton giggles along with him, scooping him up and tossing him gently in the air before catching him. Your son squeals with delight, his fear completely forgotten. Anton tickles him, and the two of them laugh together, the joy of the moment infectious.

After a while, you head back to join the rest of the family for lunch. You spread out the picnic blanket, and everyone gathers around, their faces glowing with happiness and the warmth of the sun.

“Look at this spread,” your father-in-law says, rubbing his hands together. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

You smile, handing out some gimbap. “I had a lot of help.”

The kids settle down with their food, and soon the air is filled with the sound of chatter and laughter.

“Grandpa, do you like sandcastles?” Yechan asks, her mouth full of mango.

“I love sandcastles,” he replies, winking at her. “Especially when they’re built by my grandkids.”

Chanmi, always the curious one, turns to her grandmother. “Grandma, did Daddy build sandcastles too?”

Her grandmother smiles, brushing a stray hair from Chanmi’s face. “Oh yes, he did. Your daddy loved the beach when he was your age. He used to spend hours building the biggest sandcastles you can imagine.”

“Wow,” Chanmi says, eyes wide. “Daddy, did you really?”

Anton nods, taking a bite of his sandwich. “I did. I loved making towers, just like you do.”

“Can we build one together later?” Yechan asks, looking up at her dad with hopeful eyes.

“Of course,” Anton says, smiling. “I’d love that.”

Your son, having finished his sandwich, looks up at you with a proud smile. “Mama, I not scared of water no more.”

You ruffle his hair. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You were very brave.”

Anton’s mother looks at you with a soft smile. “You’re doing such a wonderful job with them. Thank you for giving Anton such a beautiful family.”

You feel a lump in your throat, touched by her words. “Thank you. It means a lot to hear that.”

Your father-in-law chimes in. “We couldn’t have asked for a better daughter-in-law. You’ve made our son so happy.”

As the afternoon progresses, you enjoy the easy camaraderie of family, the children’s laughter mingling with the soothing sound of the waves. You build more sandcastles, take turns flying a kite, and even manage to get your son to dip his toes in the water again, this time with even more confidence.

As the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you gather your belongings, tired but content. The kids are still buzzing with energy, talking animatedly about their day.

“Can we come back tomorrow?” Yechan asks, her eyes shining with excitement.

“We’ll see,” Anton says, chuckling. “But for now, it’s time to head home and get some rest.”

You pile back into the cars, the kids’ chatter a comforting background noise as you drive home. Anton reaches over and takes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a tender gesture.

“I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the truth of those words deep in your heart.

As you pull into the driveway, you can’t help but reflect on the day’s events. It’s in these simple, yet profound moments that you find true happiness. However, as you prepare to go inside, you realize the day isn’t quite over yet.

Anton carries your son, who fell asleep during the car ride, into the house. “Looks like someone’s completely worn out,” he says, smiling.

Inside, the twins start arguing as soon as they hear Anton mention showers. “If he’s not going to take a shower, then we won’t either!” Yechan declares, crossing her arms defiantly.

“That’s not fair!” Chanmi adds, mimicking her sister’s stance.

Anton sighs, his tone firm but gentle. “Everyone will be taking a shower tonight. No exceptions. We’ve all had a long day at the beach, and we need to get cleaned up.”

Yechan and Chanmi groan but relent, seeing that their father won’t budge. Anton carries your son to the bathroom while you start running the water, getting everything ready.

“Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up and take a quick shower,” you whisper, gently shaking your son awake.

He stirs, his face scrunching up in protest. “No, Mama, too sleepy.”

Anton chuckles softly. “I know, buddy, but you’ll feel better after a quick rinse. We’ll make it fast, I promise.”

Reluctantly, your son allows himself to be undressed and placed under the warm water. Anton keeps him steady, washing off the sand and salt while you help the twins get ready. Despite the initial resistance, the warm water helps soothe everyone, and soon the bathroom is filled with giggles and splashes as the day’s adventures are recounted.

After the showers, you wrap your son in a fluffy towel and carry him to his room. He’s barely awake, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. You and Anton moisturize his skin before dressing him in some pajamas and tuck him into bed, kissing his forehead. “Goodnight, my brave boy,” you whisper, brushing his hair back.

“Night, Mama. Night, Daddy,” he mumbles, already drifting back to sleep.

With your son settled, you head to the twins’ room. They’re in their pajamas, bouncing on their beds with boundless energy. “Alright, time for a bedtime story,” you announce, trying to wrangle them into bed.

“Yay! Storytime!” they cheer, finally settling down.

Anton picks out a book and starts reading, his voice soft and animated. The twins listen intently, their eyes wide with fascination. As the story ends, Chanmi immediately pipes up. “One more, please, Mommy!”

You shake your head gently. “No, sweetie, it’s time to sleep. We’ll read another one tomorrow.”

This answer doesn’t sit well with Chanmi, who starts to pout. “But I don’t want to sleep!” she declares, her voice rising.

“Chanmi, we agreed on one story,” Anton says, his tone firm. “It’s time for bed now.”

Chanmi’s frustration hits a head, and she starts to cry, thrashing around. In her tantrum, she accidentally smacks your stomach with her little hand. Anton’s eyes flash with anger, and he steps in immediately. “Noémi Chanmi Lee, that’s enough!” he says sternly. “You need to stop this right now. Hitting is not okay.”

You wince slightly at the impact and the use of your daughter's full government name but try to reassure Anton. “It’s okay, I’m fine,” you say softly, placing a hand on his arm.

Anton shakes his head, his eyes still on Chanmi. “She needs to understand what she did was wrong.” He kneels down to her level, his tone gentler but firm. “Chanmi, you need to calm down. It’s not okay to throw tantrums and hit. Even if you didn’t mean to, it’s still not acceptable.”

Chanmi’s tears start to slow as she realizes the gravity of what she’s done. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” she says, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”

You kneel down beside Anton and pull Chanmi into a hug. “I know you didn’t mean it, sweetie. I forgive you. But you need to listen when we say it’s time for bed.”

Anton wipes away Chanmi’s tears, his expression softening. “I’m sorry for yelling, but I was worried about Mommy. It’s important to behave and not throw tantrums, okay?”

Chanmi nods, sniffling. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll sleep now.”

You and Anton tuck the twins in, kissing them goodnight. “Sweet dreams, my loves,” you whisper, brushing a stray hair from Chanmi’s forehead.

“Night, Mommy. Night, Daddy,” they murmur, finally settling down.

As you close the door to the twins’ room, you and Anton exchange a look of shared relief and exhaustion. “Parenting is no joke,” Anton says with a tired smile.

You chuckle softly. “No, it’s not. But we’re in this together.”

Hand in hand, you head to your bedroom, the weight of the day’s activities starting to settle in. Once inside, you start getting ready for bed. You change into your robe and begin to wrap up your hair. Anton watches you with a soft smile, his love and admiration evident in his eyes.

“Shower?” he suggests, his voice warm and inviting.

You nod, feeling the day’s weariness melt away at the thought. “Yes, please.”

In the bathroom, Anton turns on the water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature. He helps you out of your robe and then sheds his own clothes, leading you under the warm spray. The water cascades over you both, washing away the sand and salt from the beach.

Anton takes the soap and lathers his hands, starting to wash your body with gentle, loving strokes. He’s careful and thorough, his touch tender as he cleanses your skin. When he reaches your growing belly, he bends down and kisses it softly, his lips lingering for a moment. “Hello in there,” he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

You smile down at him, your heart swelling with love. “You’re so sweet,” you murmur.

He stands back up and finishes rinsing you off before taking his turn. You help him wash, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. After you both are clean, you step out of the shower, drying each other off with fluffy towels. Anton wraps you in a warm embrace, his hands resting on your hips.

Back in your bedroom, you both get dressed in comfortable pajamas. You slip into bed first, sighing contentedly as you sink into the soft sheets. Anton follows, climbing in beside you and pulling you close to his body. His arms wrap around you protectively, his warmth seeping into your skin.

You nestle against him, feeling safe and loved. “Today was wonderful,” you say, your voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.

“It really was,” Anton agrees, his hand resting on your belly. “The kids had so much fun, and I loved seeing them so happy.”

You nod, placing your hand over his. “And seeing our little one growing inside me, it makes everything feel even more special.”

Anton smiles, his eyes softening. “I’ve been thinking about the baby a lot. I really hope it’s a boy this time.”

You laugh softly, teasingly. “You scream girl dad, Anton. You should be thankful you have at least one son.”

He chuckles, giving your belly a gentle pat. “I know, but it’d be nice to balance things out a bit. The girls have such strong personalities, and sometimes I think it’d be fun to have another little guy running around.”

You smile, feeling a sense of contentment. “Well, whatever this little one turns out to be, I know we’ll love them just as much as we love the others.”

“Absolutely,” Anton agrees, his voice filled with sincerity. “I just want our family to be happy and healthy.”

You tilt your head up to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “And they are. Thanks to you.”

He shakes his head slightly, a modest smile on his lips. “Thanks to us. We’re a team, remember?”

You nod, your heart swelling with love for this man who has given you everything. “Yes, we are.”

Anton leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he whispers against your mouth.

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice filled with emotion.

As you settle into his embrace, you close your eyes, feeling completely at peace. The day has been long and tiring, but it has also been filled with love, laughter, and precious moments with your family. And as you drift off to sleep, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you and Anton will face them together, with love and gratitude for the beautiful life you’ve built together.

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☁︎ — 6:51 PM MAY 08, 2024

“like seriously?” seunghan had randomly asked, turning to SOHEE with wide eyes, completely disregarding what anton was talking about. “since middle school?” he added, causing sohee to let out a groan in annoyance.

“we weren't even talking about that,” sohee mumbles out, shaking his head as he moves forward to grab a chip from the kitchen island.

“just can't wrap my head around it, that is all.” seunghan said, shrugging his shoulders as he took another sip of his drink.

“he’s liked my sister since he first saw her,” anton mentioned, deciding to join in and poke fun as well. “so, what? a good 8 years?” he added, causing seunghan to let out a dramatic gasp.

groaning once again, sohee brings his hands up to his face to cover the deep shade of red his face was turning. he would be fine with his friends teasing him anywhere else to a certain extent but at anton’s house? that a big no. especially when you could walk in at any given moment. “can we please talk about something else?”

“what? lover boy’s embarrassed?” shotaro jokingly asked, laughing as he noticed how red the younger boy’s face was getting.

shaking his head at his friends, sohee opens his mouth to speak but just in cue the sound of the front door opening interrupts him. immediately shifting his focus to the person entering the house, sohee subconsciously stands up straighter with a small smile soon forming on his lips when he realizes it's you.

from the side, shotaro watches as his younger friend’s mood completely changes in a blink of an eye. snickering, he grabs a dorito and throws it at sohee, hitting the side of his face. “whipped,” shotaro whispers out.

“and?” sohee quickly responded back, barely even acknowledging shotaro; wanting to give you his full attention.

“oh, anton!” you yelled from the doorway. taking off your shoes, you make way towards the kitchen. “dad said-” you start but stop midway when you make eye contact with a certain black haired boy.

“dad said what?” anton asked, confused on why you stopped talking mid sentence. not being able to speak, you simply point at the boy causing the boy to look at you confused as he pointed at himself.

“oh! that’s seunghan!” anton yelled out, understanding now why you were taken back. “sohee introduced him to us last semester and we’ve been friends ever since,” anton mentions to you as seunghan awkwardly waves at you.

“friends?” you manage to squeak out, still not able to properly speak. you

“yeah, although he clearly favors sohee over us,” shotaro jokingly adds, nodding his head towards the two to prove a point. turning your attention back to seunghan you spot him trying to hug sohee while sohee struggles to push him off.

still in shock with this newfound information, you decide to excuse yourself. making eye contact with sohee, you send him a small wave.

“bye sohee,” you say, smiling at him only causing his brain to completely stop functioning. not knowing how to act, he doesn’t respond to your wave and just stands there dumbfounded, staring at you as you walk away.

while you’re walking to your room, you decide to glance back just to make sure that was in fact the boy you had bumped into at the library. peeking over your shoulder, you feel caught when you make eye contact with the said boy. seunghan stares back at you before he sends you a soft smile. he then turns his attention back to the boys as you enter your room.

“guys, i think she wants me.” SOHEE finally breathes out when he hears your bedroom door shut.

annoyed at his words, anton moves to smack sohee on the back of his head. “you and your comments man,” anton sighs, earning a laugh from the rest.

☁︎ — CLOUD 9

CHAPTER 14 — sohee’s best friend

summary !! after years of constant pining after his best friend’s sister, yn finally takes notice of sohee and sohee swears he’s on cloud 9. or in other words, loser sohee finally gets the girl.

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prettymonegasque · 13 days ago

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i'll make up for all of your tears

Fic 1 of the 5 Seconds of Formula One series

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Song: Best Years by 5SOS

You've got a million reasons to hesitate

But darling, the future's better than yesterday

"This is a grade-F diamond, sir. It's 2 carats with a platinum band." The salesperson at the store started explaining as Max zoned out.

Being a Formula One Driver with multiple championships under his belt came with the perk of getting everything he wished for, and boy did he use it. However, the thing he wanted most, unfortunately, didn't come with a price tag on it.

He hated the name Y/N L/N, not the first part, the L/N part. He's been working tirelessly since he was 3 to change it to Verstappen and he's closer now than he ever was. Yet a little voice in him constantly whispered "What if you're not good enough for her?" Max knew that voice wasn't wrong.

2015

Max really missed his best friend. He was extremely grateful that he was on a flight home right now because he wasn't sure how long his sanity would last.

Max was ready to sprint to your house the minute they landed, but his father had other plans. Jos had arranged for a meeting with Max's team to discuss the season so far. Scoring points in his debut Formula One season wasn't something Max expected. He knew it was expected of him but never by him. Maybe it was beginner's luck or maybe he let it get to his head, he couldn't score any points in the last few races.

By the time the meeting was over, Max wasn't sure if he was still alive. He was tormented ruthlessly by his dad. He knew it was all for his good. Everything his dad ever did was for Max to become the World Champion one day. He understood that and he was beyond guilty for messing with that plan with his incompetency. Before he realised, his legs had brought him to your doorstep.

"Maxie! You're back!" The smile on your face was enough for Max. He spent the rest of the day in your room while you caught him up to speed with everything that had happened while he was away. "Oh and then Anton kissed me at the formal! It was beautiful, Max. He brought me flowers and everything" Max could feel his eyes twitching.

He wanted to be your first kiss. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it to the dance, but he didn't know he'd be losing you that night. "Anton kissed you?" he tried to remain calm. "Yes. Love Me Like You Do was playing, and it was all very romantic. You were right, Max. It was worth the wait. He even asked me out!" He was about to lose it.

Every time you complained that you hadn't had your first kiss yet, Max would ask you to be patient. He wanted to make something of himself before he kissed you and now it backfired on him spectacularly. "You let Anton kiss you?? That wimpy little bastard?" Anton wasn't going to win a beauty pageant any time soon but you liked him. He was your boyfriend.

"Don't call him that, Maxie. I really like him. He's nice to me."

"Yeah sure, did he have to use his inhaler mid-kiss?"

"Max that is so rude! Can you not be a jerk?" You tried your best to reason with him. "No no. I wish you and Anton a happy relationship. Don't come crying to me when you find out his dick is smaller than your pinky." Max stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way out. He knew he crossed a line. He could hear you crying. He hated the person he was in that room.

I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you

Gave you a million reasons to walk away

Present Day

He'd been to every jeweller in Monte Carlo. Not a single one of them had a ring that would be worthy of your hand. Max was getting frustrated. He can't screw up the ring. It's the only thing that matters in a proposal. No one ever asks "Can I hear the long lame speech Max said on one knee?", it's always "Can I see the ring?" He sighed as he entered another store, Chaumet. It was supposed to have some unique pieces. The same warm tight smile welcomed him in the store. He explained to the salesperson what he was looking for. He was shown the same basic rings he saw in the last eight shops.

"No. No. No, none of these are good. I'm looking for something unique. Something extraordinary. This person means everything to me and while the ring can never be worthy of her, I want it to try." Max was exasperated. His throat was starting to close up and he looked like he was about to strangle someone. The employee gave a polite smile and went to the back. He returned with a small box.

"This is a pear-cut Amsterdam diamond. It's our rarest piece. This isn't for public display but I think this is exactly what you're looking for." The salesperson had a smirk that was proud yet humble at the same time. Max hesitantly took a closer look at the ring. It wasn't huge but it surely looked rare and exotic, just like you. "I'll take it"

2018

As you've done every year, you showed up to the Kumpen Christmas Dinner. But this time there was a man by your side. Lo and behold, it was Anton. To Max's frustration, Anton had quite the glow-up. He was no longer the skimpy little kid with an inhaler. And Max couldn't bear looking at you look at him like he hung the fucking moon and stars for you. You were supposed to look at Max that way.

"So, Max, how are things in F1 world?" You made polite conversation as you cut your steak. "It's alright," Max replied. "You know, Anton works at Goldman Sachs. Aren't they a sponsor of some Formula One team?" You questioned. "Ah yes. We sponsor Mclaren." Anton smiled. "Maybe you two should visit Max during one of his races next season. Wouldn't that be nice?" Sophie suggested. "Oh, that would be fun! We should plan that, Max." You were excited by the idea.

"I don't know. Christian wouldn't be happy with letting in Mclaren people in the garage."

"We'd come as your friends"

"Yeah, I don't think so." Max stood up dropped his serviette and walked out the door. Of course, it wasn't his first time walking out of a room you were in.

Max knew it was a really bad idea to go to a strip club. He makes bad decisions even when calm and sober, who knows what will happen when he's angry and shit-faced. He was cold from walking in the snow for the last three hours and it was the only place open at 1 am on Christmas Day.

He couldn't see well in the dark but he sort of remembered tipping a stripper €1000 for a lap dance. He was getting angrier by the second. He was losing you by the second and there was nothing he could do to get you. He waited too long and everything slipped away from him. He had officially hit rock bottom.

"Hey, sexy. I'm Y/N. You here all by yourself?" Max thought he was hallucinating. There was no way you were at the strip club. He turned to see a blonde in a baby-blue bodysuit. It wasn't his Y/N. "What's your name?" Max slurred. "It's Y/N. But I can be whatever you want tonight." She started running her finger up his torso. "No. No. I want you to be Y/N." Max got up and dragged her to the private room.

I wanna hold you hair when you drink too much

Carry you home when you cannot stand up

Present Day

It's been a week since Max got the ring. He kept it safely hidden. He couldn't find the perfect moment to pop the question. He wanted everything to be perfect for his perfect girl. He can't mess this up.

2020

"He broke up with me" You stood in front of his flat. Max took a second to process the sight in front of him. You were clearly drunk and had been crying. Your makeup was running down your face. There was a dirty bouquet tightly clutched in your hands. Max simply brought you in and sat you on the couch while he went to grab some wet wipes.

He could hear your quiet sobs from his room. His heart broke to see you like this. He wanted to kill Anton. That motherfucker should've been dead long ago. He was spared for Y/N. Nothing was protecting him now. Max put away those thoughts for a bit and worked on getting you sober.

He walked into the living room. "I threw up." You said staring at the ceiling. There weren't any emotions in your eyes. You looked like a shell of the person you once were. Max carried you to the bathroom. He'd worry about the mess later.

He sat you on the counter and started wiping away your makeup and tears. You soon started to heave and leapt towards the toilet. Max held your hair back as you were throwing up. Part of him knew this was his redemption. This was his chance to make you, his. Unfortunately, he was raised better. He wasn't going to ask you out until he was worthy of you. He discarded those thoughts and carried you to the bed, pulling a duvet over you.

"Maxie, I'm still mad at you for not making it to the formal." He heard you mumble with your eyes still closed. "Me too, schatje. Me too." He whispered and turned off the light.

But I'll build a house out of the mess And all the broken pieces I'll make up for all of your tears

Present Day

Max could barely focus on the slides. He was stuck in an aero meeting, but his thoughts were all on the little black box burning a hole in his pocket. Of course, he carried it to Milton Keynes. He carries it everywhere.

He replayed every scenario where he was an asshole to you. You forgave him every time, but he knew he wasn't worthy of your forgiveness. You were too pure, too sweet for him. One misstep and you'll recoil away from forever. His stomach gurgled and he started sweating. He could feel his heartbeat racing.

"Excuse me." He walked out of the room with the little modesty left in him before sprinting outside. Fresh air and your voice are the only things that could save him now.

“Hey. It’s me.”

2021

Everything was down to the last lap. This was everything Max had worked for. Every late night, every lashing from his dad, every missed formal, every second he spent away from you. It was all for this very second. As he turned towards Turn 16 in the Yas Marina Circuit, your face was all he could see. The chequered flag waved as he crossed the line. He’s won the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, he’s won the World Driver’s Championship. Most importantly, he’s won you. He’s finally worthy of you.

He could not care less about the controversy surrounding his win. He parked his car in the No. 1 spot and ran towards his team. This was his moment, he wasn’t going to let some legal altercations take it away from him.

He spotted you in the crowd from the podium, you were crying and screaming the Dutch National Anthem. After the champagne, he chucked the trophy at his physio and ran to you. He wasn’t going to wait anymore. No more missing anything. He was all yours if you had him.

You were waiting for him near the Red Bull garage. “Y/N. I need to talk to you.” Before you could reply, he pulled you aside. “I’ve waited long enough. I spent the last 21 years making a better man of myself. I don’t know if that cancels out on all the times I’ve been rude and insensitive to you. But schatje, I promise, from this second I will do everything in my ability to make myself worthy of you and your love.”

I promise, darling, you won't regret The best years I'll give you the best years

Present Day

You were gonna come home any minute. Max had spent the entire day cleaning the house and cleaning it again. He even pulled out some Christmas lights and decorated the living room. “Maybe I should light some candles” He wondered out loud. Jimmy jumped onto the sofa from nowhere, scaring Max and negating the candle idea.

When he said he was going to ask you to marry him in your house, his friends and family considered it a bit unromantic. His mum and sister went as far as sending him blogs titled “Top 10 romantic spots to get engaged” But this house was more than just a house, it was home. The pair of you carefully curated and constructed this house, making it your very own.

The Smart Home system alerted Max that there was movement in the garage. You were here. He did a quick sweep of the room and sighed. He wasn’t sure if the sigh was out of anxiety or happiness, but he was going to find out in about 5 minutes.

The front door opened. “Max. I’m home.” You called out like you did every day. You placed your keys on the little Lighting McQueen and Sally key stand on the wall. Sassy was already nudging at your legs begging for attention. “Hey, girly. Where’s daddy?” You cooed. The house was a little too quiet. Maybe Max was in the sim room. You walked to the living room and turned the lights on.

“What the fuck?” were the first words to come out of your mouth when you saw the entire room glowing with Christmas Lights and Max on one knee in the middle of the room. You must be asleep. There is no way this is happening.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” You started to tear up.

“Y/N. I’ve given you a million reasons to hesitate, a million reasons to walk away. Yet you stayed by me, every single time. I couldn’t ask for a better friend, a better lover and a better wife to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you when I should’ve been by your side. I want to hold your hand as we grow old. I want to carry you home when you cannot stand up. You did all those things for me when I was half a man for you. But darling, I promise, I’ll give you the best years. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, Max. I want to marry you.”

A/N: Ahh!! The first fic is out now!! I truly enjoyed writing this. If you saw this being posted on Nov 2 instead of Nov 1, as per schedule, turn the other way pls thanks. Oscar x English Love Affair is next. See you all on November 8. Send an ask to be added to the taglist.

Love, Abby x

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sehodreams · 9 months ago

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https://x.com/archivetic/status/1758340676193046872?s=46

Anton's milf neighbour asked him to coach her and this is what it lead up to

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This was so good, my mind can't deal with all the scenarios, I quickly did this one but I imagined so many things I couldn't do something shorter.

TW and tags: dubcon at the start, humping, cheating, married!reader x younger!neighbor!Anton. WC: 1.9k

Anton had seen you walking around the neighborhood before, you were a young wife that had just moved with his older husband not many months ago, a pretty little thing that stayed alone in her big house obediently waiting for her husband to come back home and that always made his mother laugh.

You had started to warm up with the other mothers not long after you settled in, and you didn't have a child, but you had said how much you expected one, reason why you moved to his neighborhood, a calm part of the city with good schools around that looked out of a movie, the perfect place to start a family, so all of them welcomed you with open arms to the group.

His mother was one of the many wives that decided to dedicate to her family, and now that he was a lot older, had enough free time to befriend the neighbors and go out to enjoy her afternoons with the company of women like her, a group that happily included you.

"She said she's trying to get in shape before her anniversary, maybe you could help her and earn some pocket money this summer" she told him while they were having dinner. Anton was there only for the summer break and he didn't need to work, he never did it, but some extra cash sounded good, and when his dad nodded to what his mother said, it was decided, he'd go and coach the new cute neighbor.

When he knocked on your door you instantly melted his heart with your voice saying Just a second please, and when he saw your pretty smile saying his name, he knew he was fucked, "Anton, I've heard so much about you from your mother, thank you for helping me, I have no idea how to start".

You really had no idea how to start, a pretty little thing like you had never stepped into a gym or done any physical activity that didn't involve lifting your plants in your garden or pushing your furniture to rearrange the aesthetic of your living room.

He can guess why your husband snatched you so fast, if he had been in his place, he'd have done it too, the only thing your traditional family had taught you was how to be a good girl, and he was sure a man like the one you were with had smelled how fresh you were before he trapped you into marrying him.

You were older than him, five years at most, and you were almost three years married already, which meant you were barely older than him before you said yes to the housewife lifestyle.

You dropped out of college, you lived far from your family, and you didn't have friends your age. He was the closest thing you had to the taste of youth, and you received him so easily and with such honest intentions that, little by little, he had started to feel bad for taking advantage of you while training.

"Uhm do you really have to massage that place?" You asked when he made you lie over your stomach one day and his hands pressed its way from your calf to your ass, groping it with the excuse of not risking an injury before your session.

"Yes, we can't let you get hurt, we need to make sure your muscles here are relaxed enough before we continue" he said, making you nod. You weren't the expert, he was, he had trained for so many years, how could you even question his methods?

He had convinced you that everything he did was for your benefit, and if his hand pressed spots like under your chest, the inside of your thighs, or even your ass, it was only to check on your health.

You were uncomfortable with his touch, but you couldn't deny it, it also made your insides tingle, and you felt an excitement you had missed for a long time.

When you were young you would have that exact feeling when your friends told you to sneak out for a party since your dad never let you go out late, or when you knew your curfew was getting closer but you had already lied saying how you were studying at your friend's house when all you were doing was watch movies or talk about boys.

It's not that you don't like the married lifestyle, you love it, you don't have to think about what to do for work or how to pay your bills, you don't have to worry about your dad yelling at you for getting low grades and you can simply enjoy your day if you cleaned and had your husband's dinner ready before he arrived.

However, you couldn't say you were completely satisfied either.

Your husband was handsome and nice, but sometimes he couldn't make you feel as good as when you started accepting him into your bed, it seemed that after the honeymoon phase he was more interested in his big cases than helping you cum at night, and you were getting a bit bored of the exact same routine every day, waking up, cooking, dusting your living room, checking that your plants were okay and then waiting for him to arrive and repeat.

If it wasn't for the older ladies, you would have started crocheting to see if that kept you busy enough.

Still, even if Anton's touch made you feel good, you knew it was wrong to feel like that with another man's hands. You were a good girl, a good wife, and having your panties dripping after your cute younger neighbor came to help you train one hour a day was something that made you feel ashamed of yourself.

The worst part was that you couldn't hide it. Your cheeks would get red every time his mother said hi to you in the supermarket or when all the neighborhood wives met to have a cup of tea.

"I hope my son is treating you well" she would say, and you would only nod with a smile, hiding your face with your cup or grabbing one of the numerous mini snacks to change the subject into how kind the host that day was.

You were sure no one would blame you if they were in your situation. The sensation of the touch from a man like Anton, so big ang strong, would make anyone weak. His hands on your hips and his cock on your ass when he made you do sit ups, or his fingers sinking into the side of your chest to make sure your position didn't break while you lifted those dumbbells would push any other woman like you into doing even more, so you tried to just brush off those thoughts, because, after all, you never crossed any line.

Or at least you never did it until that day.

Anton had made you lie over your back this time, and your eyes tried to not look at the pretty boy over you, focusing on your white ceiling instead.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay? We need to check your flexibility before we try the next exercise" he said while lifting one of your legs and, with his crotch against your clothed sex, putting it over his shoulder.

Your heart started to pound and a choked whimper left your throat when you felt the first push.

Anton was pushing your leg as much as he could with the help of his weight over you, and he wasn't hard, but you could still feel his member and its form opening your lips and resting between them as if it belonged there.

You tried to ignore the way his hand had a firm grip over the back of your thigh and the exhale he gave when he pushed his cock against you once again, getting slightly harder with each thrust.

That wasn't just warming up at all, you weren't that dumb to not notice the way his hips were clashing harder and harder against you, the sounds that left his mouth were too obscene to be a mere exercise, and if anyone could see you two like that, they would instantly notice that something else was starting to happen to the boy.

You moved your eyes from the ceiling to his face, and you could see how his eyes were fluttering and he tried to control his breathing without success. The saliva accumulating inside his mouth made him gulp with every push and his eyes started to get more shiny with every second that passed.

He had a full erection at some point, and you should've stopped him, you told yourself to push him out of your way and warn him to never come back if he didn't want to hear from your husband, but just that little action of his hips against yours made you dizzy, a similar sensation to when husband first touched you, and you needed an orgasm so much that your body, instead of listening to your mind and do what was correct, opened your legs to complete receive him.

He didn't waste any second and started to rut against you, and the two of you were dressed, so you tried to convince yourself that it wasn't incorrect if it wasn't sex.

If you didn't take anything off, if you didn't let him sink his cock inside you, it wasn't cheating. You were just helping a young boy to find some relief, and that was almost like an exercise too, you two were fully clothed and you were dripping over each other, but it was like sweat, so that should be considered more as stretching than anything else, right?

You couldn't hold your voice back, Anton was pounding so deliciously over you that your insides started to clench, and you started to wonder, if he felt that good without directly touching you, how would he would make you feel if he just fucked you.

He was a lot bigger than your husband, his tip was leaving a big wet spot over his joggers and your yoga pants were getting dirty with your own slick, showing him exactly where he should thrust with his cock.

"This is just exercise, you need to train your core too" he said, and you, even if you knew it was all pure bullshit, nodded.

"You're right, Anton, I need it" you cried when you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

Clenching over nothing, with hips jolting to meet his, you felt yourself cumming hard inside your pants, and he, doing it at the same time, left a loud moan while his hands pressed hard at your thighs.

He tried to control how much he was panting, his forehead was wet and his cock was twitching inside his clothes, a mess he would have to hide until he ran to his house at the end of the street and that made him wish he could let everything out inside your warm walls the next time.

He could already imagine how pretty you would look opening your legs and showing him your naked cunt so he could give you what your husband couldn't, because if you were so needy, Anton was sure it was his fault that you accepted someone else's touch.

Before he gave you a last thrust, out of greed because he didn't have anything else to pour, he talked, "we should repeat it, stretching is really important, so, tomorrow same time?"

#riize smut #anton smut #anton x reader #riize x reader #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours

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squoxle · 6 months ago

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✏ TNAIT 001: If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em l.at fanfic

✰ pairing: nerdy!bandboy!anton x cheerleader!fem!reader | ✰ wc: 2.1k | ✰ cw: profanity, sexual themes |✰ plot: after receiving your midterm report, your parents threaten to pull you off the cheer squad if you don't pull your grades up. so, you take the advice of your best friend to seek help. [Series Masterlist]

“If I don’t see those grades going up soon, you’re done with cheerleading,” your dad spat at the dinner table.

“But my team needs me,” you whined. “I can’t leave in the middle of cheer season.”

“Do I look like I care about any of that?” He sneered. “This is an all-A’s family. And your grades are embarrassing,” he continued as he pulled out your midterm report. “Not a single A. And the worst part is that you’re failing math.”

“But that professor is a complete jerk.”

“I hardly ever see you studying. You go to class, come home, play your phone, and goof off with your friends. This university is very expensive and I will not continue funding your education if you’re gonna perform like this. School is about more than cheer.”

“But—”

“No buts. I don’t want to hear another word. Fix it or you’re done,” he said cutting into his steak.

“Listen to your father, honey. It’s very important that you maintain a good academic standing so you can get into a nice law school. Both your father and I graduated with a very high GPA—”

“3.75 and higher,” your father budded in.

“Exactly, so if you need a tutor—”

“I’m not stupid. I can do it by myself,” you mumbled. Even though you desperately wanted the help you knew this was a trap. Your father would not be happy if you were willing to give up that quickly.

“Ok,” your mother nodded. “But remember if you need the help it’s available for you.”

Being honest with yourself, you didn't want to go to law school and be a lawyer anyways. But you knew that your parents weren't going to let you graduate with a career as a cheerleader. They wanted you to have a real profession and since you couldn't pick fast enough, your father chose for you.

A job that was perfect for a sophisticated young woman and possibly a way for you to meet a good husband, or at least that's what your parents were telling you.

You finished dinner and went to bed. But not without logging onto your computer and checking your grades for each course.

• Politics — 79.47% • English — 82.97% • Math — 68.12% • Geography — 75.83%

"There's no way in hell I'm gonna be able to bring these grades up in time," you groaned as you closed your laptop and collapsed into your pillow.

"Is it just me or do you feel like cheerleaders are basically strippers in training," Chanyoung said as he opened his locker.

"Nah, they definitely are. Just think about it. They flip around and shake their asses in skirts so short that a small breeze will be enough to expose everything underneath," Dongmin replied as he leaned against the locker beside Chanyoung. "I'm not complaining, I'm just saying," he mumbled.

"No, you're right. And from what I can see is that the majority of them are brainless bimbos who've most likely sucked their way through school," Chanyoung said pulling out a few tablets to shove into his backpack.

"I bet you'd love to have some brainless bimbo suck you off," Dongmin chuckled. "You can't even lie and say that you wouldn't take the chance if it was given to you."

"I mean..."

"Exactly. I'm not calling you a hypocrite or anything, I just want you to be real with yourself," Dongmin said as Chanyoung zipped up his backpack, lugging it on his back. "Hell, I wouldn't even pass up an offer like that," he added, slightly bumping Chanyoung's shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess," Chanyoung shrugged.

"Anyways, I gotta go. I'll catch ya later tonight at the game, alright? Our usual spot," Dongmin nodded before walking off, leaving Chanyoung behind.

"Alright, see ya," he waved gently before walking down the hall.

Chanyoung wasn't entirely wrong, you knew a couple girls on the squad who did a few "extra credit assignments." After hearing about your situation one of the girls even offered to hook you up with the guy that helped her.

"Honestly, it sounds worse than it really is," Abigail said, her blonde hair falling in her face as she tied her shoelaces. "Having some pervy nerd pull up your grades is easy. Trust me, my grades were even worse than yours. And now I have a 3.5 GPA and nothing lower than a B on my transcript," she smiled before standing up to walk over to the mirror, adjusting her uniform.

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be weird if we use the same guy?" You asked.

"Hmm, I mean...I don't think so. Xoey and I had a threesome with him and he loved it. We also got a perfect 100 on our group presentation without editing a single slide," she beamed.

You bit your lower lip, considering the tempting option that had been placed before you.

"Look, if you don't want to get help from Jake, then you can find your own unsuspecting nerd who's willing to help you out in exchange for some action," she smirked, clipping a bow in her hair.

"Guys! What the hell are you still doing in here?" your brown-skinned cheermate, Nova, spat while waving her pom-poms around as she spoke. "You need to get on the field right now! Coach is already pissed," she said, her curly hair bouncing as she jogged away.

"Coming!" Abigail shouted. "We'll talk about this after the game okay," she said, shaking your shoulder before the two of you ran out together.

You met the sharp green eyes of Coach Sam, who looked about as pissed off as you expected her to be. "If you hadn't noticed by the raging crowd behind these doors, we have a big game tonight ladies! Remember your timing! Watch your step! And please, for the love of god, don't fuck this up!" she shouted before placing her black cap on, covering her shaggy dark brown hair.

She blew the whistle, signaling you all to do your signature walk out onto the field to open the game. You just tried your best to focus as you did the first cheer of the game. After you finished, you and the rest of your squad sat down on the benches.

"Abigail. ____," Coach Sam said tapping your shoulders.

"Yes, Coach?"

"If either of you pull some shit like that again you'll be running laps from sun-up to sun-down. Understand?"

"Yes, Coach," you answered in unison.

This game was important for three reasons.

1. If your university won, that meant you were going out of state for the next game.

2. There were cheer scouters watching tonight and the possibility of being picked increased with your performance.

3. This could be one of your last games if you can't figure out what to do about your grades.

"There's no A in cheer," your father's words echoed in your head.

"But there is in cheat," you thought to yourself.

As much as you didn't want to, you took Abigail's advice and scoped the bleachers for the perfect target. Dorky, lonely, and horny...but most importantly, smart.

Chanyoung and Dongmin sat at the very top row of the second tier, in the seats farthest to the left. You set your eyes on the dark-haired boy and his friend.

Curious to know who they were, you whispered to your cheermate Janice, asking if she recognized him. She knew almost everybody, especially since her dad was the dean of the university.

So it was no surprise that she was also head cheerleader and you were sure she had already secured a spot on a professional football team after college. That’s just how her family operated. Paying their way through life.

“Oh, that’s Lee Chanyoung and Han Dongmin, they're both a part of the university's orchestra. You'll usually see them hanging out together. Literally, like all the time."

Introducing New Target: Lee Chanyoung. Age 20. Perfectly talented brainbot. Not only was he in a highly desired honors society, but he was also a part of the college's orchestra.

You nearly smacked yourself in the face as you thought back to the first week of uni and how you were forced to attend the opening recital with your parents. "Classical music is a good way to lighten your mood and increase productivity,” your father said as you sat sandwiched between him and your mother.

Sometimes you hated the amount of pressure your parents put on you to be perfect. Unrealistic expectations that they couldn’t even meet themselves…at least not without pulling their hair out.

You were trying to find a balance between school and life. Yes, school could prove to be very beneficial for you in the future and a great investment, but you didn’t want to let life pass you by while you had your nose shoved 16 chapters deep in a textbook.

After Janice finished reciting what sounded like their admissions speech, you waited until the game was over to put your plan into action.

You texted Abigail to let her know that you’d be looking for a study partner tonight so she wouldn’t worry about where you were. But she told you to make it quick. She promised to wait around to take you home that way you had an alibi for staying out late.

The stands were clearing out as the game came to an end and you ran across the field to catch up with Chanyoung and Dongmin, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

"Hey!" you called out, hoping they'd hear you.

If they did...great, you could move on to step two, but if they didn't you would die of embarrassment.

"Uhh, are you talking to us?" Dongmin asked, turning around and tilting his head as Chanyoung paused beside him.

"Yeah," you said shyly.

"Oh my god. I can't believe I'm actually crumbling right now," you thought to yourself.

"Umm...well I know we don't really know each other, but I need some help," you tried your best to be confident, but you couldn't shake the fact that this felt like downright prostitution. "It'll just be for a couple of weeks to help me pull up my grades."

"Uhh--"

"I'll pay you for it," you spat. Maybe there was a way to get some assistance without having to degrade yourself--no shame to Abby. She did what she thought was right.

"Well, as much as I'd love to help you, I'm already swamped," Dongmin shrugged before a mischievous smirk crept across his face. "But my buddy Chanyoung is more than available."

"I am?" Chanyoung said, eyes widening in shock. That was the first time you heard his quiet voice since you came over.

"Of course you are," he winked, patting his friend on the shoulder. "He's been telling me all about how easy this semester has been on him and that he has way too much free time and nothing to do with it."

"Really?!" you asked, surprised everything was going so smoothly. Maybe you would be able to pick up your grades without having to lose your dignity after all.

"Oh yeah. Trust me," Dongmin smiled. "He can help you out with your little...issue."

Okay...this Dongmin guy was acting a little suspicious, but you needed all the help you could get. Beggars can't be choosers, right?

"Okay," you said pulling your phone out of the side pocket of your bag. "Let me just give you both my number so that we can keep in touch. I really appreciate your help," you unlocked your phone before opening your contacts.

Dongmin put in both of their numbers while Chanyoung stood beside him not saying a word. "There ya go," Dongmin smiled handing you back your phone.

"Thank you so much," you smiled. "Can I meet up with you tomorrow?"

"T-tomorrow?" Chanyoung stuttered.

"Umm yeah. I want to get started as soon as possible...if that's okay."

"Oh, yeah of course. That's fine. He'll meet you tomorrow in the library," Dongmin reassured you, wrapping his arm around his friend.

“That’s great,” you smiled. “Will you be there too?”

“Me? Oh no, like I said before, this is all my buddy Channie. He’s got nothing better to do than help a friend…well a new friend,” something about the cheesy grin plastered across his face was unsettling, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Okay that’s fine. Just text me what times you’re available tomorrow and I’ll meet you then,” you smiled.

“____! Girl come on let’s go!” Abby shouted from across the field. You saw her from a distance, checking her pretend watch, taping her foot.

“Sorry guys, I gotta go now. See ya,” you waved before joining Abby.

You hopped into her bright yellow convertible, leaving the boys behind on the field.

Everything was looking great for you. You had a study date planned with a total book nerd. Hopefully, he will be a little less shy tomorrow, otherwise, you didn’t expect to make much progress.

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desmorotu · 4 months ago

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Redacted Headcanons: Smoking Edition :3

honey is really giggly and affectionate when they’re high (as stated previously)

guy is less “millennial humor” and wayyyyyyy more affectionate. think the personality of fool!guy but with his continued affection

david smiles a lot and can’t keep his eyes open for too long before squinting them; he does giggle

angel falls asleep almost instantly

milo doesn’t participate unless sweetheart is present

morgan can feel the rhythm of time and falls into visions more often

geordi gets a kick out of hearing cutie’s thoughts

cutie won’t stop laughing at the funny things they think

sweetheart has trained themselves to look sober

darlin needs a significant amount more for it to hit

baaabe knows exactly what to do to make it a good experience and their tics (they have mild tourette’s) become more frequent; does cause small problems on rare occasion

asher’s millennial cringe gets worse; more dad jokes, stupid voices, and bad puns

sam (before turning) would go nonverbal and zone out

vincent (before turning) was always with friends

lovely did it to fall sleep on occasion before their turning

aaron and smartass have a blast giggling and unwinding after work together

elliott comes up with some craaaazy dreams for sunshine

anton doesn’t smoke, but when he does, it’s only been to cope with the project and the isolation from his partner

james does it as a way to unwind—mostly ends up with him in tears thinking of his spouse

damn crew has a night out of the month where they all get together for it

freelancer loves watching damien burn a hole in the floor over mario kart

lasko’s loose lips become even looser and he stutters less

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chlorinecake · 10 months ago

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⋆ ˚⁀➴ riize as first date clichés ―୨୧⋆ ˚

pairing ⟢ 라이즈 x fem!reader

contains ⟢ a kiss here and there, barely suggestive, mentions of food, around 120 words per member 📍

osaki shotaro - thrift shopping / mall date

He'd explore every clothing outlet in search of the perfect matching couples outfit, buying every item that caught your eye for longer than three seconds. He’d also end up styling you as if he was your personal fashion manager, taking a ton of pictures to later put as his phone screensaver. And then randomly, I can see him initiating a game of hide-n-seek in one of the larger sub-stores, having his eyes open the entire time as he didn't wanna risk losing you… After, both of you would enjoy cinnamon pretzels from the mall bakery while making silly wishes at the water fountain ♡

song eunseok - convenience store date

Despite the choice of location being below casual, Eunseok would make it his duty to give you the most romantic first date experience ever. He'd open the car door for you, making sure your seatbelt was on and the AC to your liking before driving to your neighborhood gas station, raiding the snack aisles and buying all of your favorite shelf foods. While enjoying microwaved ramen, canned drinks, and sandwich cookies, you two would talk for hours and never get bored, learning more about each other while simultaneously falling deeper in love ♡

jung sungchan - bowling / rollerblading date

He would constantly try to flex his bowling skills on you, taking pride in how he beat you by fifty points all why using his left hand… Though sometime later, you two would get lost on the skating rink, Sungchan’s large yet gentle hands resting at your hips as he guiding you across the floor, whispering things in your ear like “go slow for me, alright?” and “I’ve got you, princess.” Afterwards while sharing a plate of nachos from the bar, he’d tell the most cringeworthy dad jokes just go see your smile all over again ♡

park wonbin - karaoke night and bar

You two (luckily) had similar taste in music, so the song choices flowed well… not to mention how both of you were a bit tipsy from drinking at the bar earlier, so things got interesting pretty quickly. Wonbin would pull you close to him, gently resting his chin on the crown of your head as you both sang, his hand covering yours over the microphone. The vibrations from his throat would send butterflies through your stomach, making you fumble over the lyrics a bit which would only cause Wonbin to giggle even more ♡

hong seunghan - amusement park

Despite his intimidatingly good looks, Seunghan would make you feel totally comfortable around him. Winning you stuffed animal prizes would be the highlight of the night, aside from you two sharing carnival treats like funnel cakes and milkshakes as you explored all the attractions. He’d be super clingy and touchy, too, holding your hand everywhere you went so everyone knew you were his. And while waiting in line for a rollercoaster, I can see him hugging you from behind, kissing your head with his hands clasped in front of you, just to make sure you felt safe ♡

lee sohee - a picnic date (?)

His initial plan to take you to a fancy dinner turned into something you can hardly even explain now. Instead, you ended up going to the nearest park where your now picnic date began. Sohee would shamelessly gaze at you with the dumbest smile on his face as you spoke, or even blush a little if you had food on your face before wiping it away with his thumb, kissing you on the same spot. Then, you’d skip stones on the nearby lake, pick flowers together, and talk about anything and everything that comes to mind ♡

lee anton - chill house date

Anton’s a soft, sweet, and simple kind of guy, so a chill at-home get-together would be the perfect spot for your first date. While hanging in his bedroom that he decorated before you showed up, you two built legos and solved puzzles together while Anton asked you about your upbringing, also sharing things about himself. Afterwards, y’all would make a giant bowl of ice cream and bake pizza bagels to share while watching random TikTok’s together on the middle of his bedroom floor ♡

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01zfan · 11 months ago

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understanding my faith pt. 2 | l. at

churchboy!anton x reader | 2.9k words

contains: references to the bible, implied virginity loss, oral (f. receiving)

umf: part one | part two | part three

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anton had become your tutor when it came to church. although it took him awhile to text you, once you scheduled the meeting you were with him almost everyday. it turns out you were also looking for escape from your strict bible thumping father. you both found your strict parents appeased by being in the house god built, learning about his holy word.

after spending time together for a month, you two had finally started to open up. you two were cramped underneath the cubby of the grand piano, hiding from a mom in the congregation. it started off as a joke, giggling while she called out your name. after a while, the proximity to you made anton feel lightheaded. he needed to distract himself so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

“why did you leave?” anton could feel you tense up next to him. he was ready to tell you there was no pressure to answer but you started your story.

anton finally heard the truth of why you left, your mom shunned from the other mothers in the congregation. she was an atheist. anton remembers holding his breath when you said that word, like something was going to strike you then and there. your parents divorced shortly after, belief systems too different. your father moved you two back here while your mom stayed. he remembers the hurt in your voice when your mom didn’t even fight for custody.

“i’m sorry.” anton put a hand on your shoulder. he tried to imagine being in your shoes. hearing the whispers every time you walked into the room. your dad was held in good graces for leaving the non believer and coming back home, while you were the spitting image of your mother.

“he will never admit that my mom was the one who wanted the divorce.“ you whispered to him after the pastor welcomed your father back to the congregation.

“it’s okay, anton.” you rested your head on his hand.

anton was so close to you in this space. he could see your eyelashes, and the wispy hairs the sun always caught. everything about you had a glow to it. when you looked up at him from his hand, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. your eyes were locked on his when you scooted closer to him. anton didn’t know what he was doing when you put an hand on his knee, or when he scooted closer to you. anton didn’t know what he was doing when he tilted your chin upwards or when you put a hand on his face to bring his lips to yours.

you closed your eyes first. anton watched you tilt your head and intertwine your fingers. by the time he had closed his eyes, your lips had already made contact and you pulled back.

“is this okay?” you whispered.

anton squeezed your hand and nodded. anton summoned all of his courage to go in first this time. anton wasn’t surprised the lips of an angel were so soft. they tasted like the vanilla chapstick that you kept tucked in the pocket of your pants.

anton painfully let go of your hand to put both hands on your face. the gentle pecks eventually turned to something more after you put your hand on the back of his neck. he got into the rhythm you set quickly. it was like the first time you met him. he’s waiting for your cues at every move. when you tilt your head to get a better angle, he tilts his the opposite way. when you lick his bottom lip he opened your mouth just a little wider to let your tongue in. you let your hands roam the back of his body, and anton for the first time in his life showed off the muscles he gained from swimming. he let your hands come in contact with flexed muscles, becoming solid like the heavenly sculptures on pillars. you slowly pulled away from him, sucking on his bottom lip and looking up at him. you had a look in your eyes that anton at the time couldn’t pinpoint. all he knew was that he was a little closer to understanding his faith.

“have you ever done anything like this in church?” you still had your hands on his body. anton wanted to touch more of you.

anton could see the space in between your cardigan, the supple skin of your neck. you kind of were reminiscent of the paintings from that time. anton could see some renaissance painting with you holding a cherub, or being surrounded by gods disciples.

“anton.” you tapped the back of his neck to get his attention again.

he forgot you asked him a question.

“no i’ve never done anything before.” anton shakes his head.

“anything?”

anton shakes his head again. he doesn’t know how he expected you to react. but he feels something when you smile at him.

“anton have you ever worshipped anything besides god before?”

anton shakes his head again. you stand up from your cramped stop underneath the piano. anton looks at the buckle on your shoes as you move to stand in front of him. anton feels a soft hand underneath his chin, to bring his gaze up to yours.

“i see the way you look at me, anton.”

anton looks up at you. although you look down at him, he feels you pass no judgement on him. you are forgiving and warm, bathed in the light coming from the stained glass windows. you have a smile on your face, but a look in your eyes that causes anton to get on his knees before you.

“i feel your stares all the time.”

anton wants to grip the ends of your dress to bring you close. you bend over to get closer to him. anton can feel your lips close to the shell of his ear.

“do you worship god even in the bedroom?” you whisper into anton’s ear.

anton pulls away to look at you in astonishment. he wonders if you’ve read his mind, hearing the thoughts of lust when he first saw your lips. anton’s then thinks your all-seeing eyes have laid witness to anton in between his sheets, huffing over where his imagination would lead him late at night. you go back to standing above him. anton is looking at you still, tears welling in his eyes.

“i’m sorry.”

you put a finger over his lips. your other hand rests on his cheek and anton leans into your touch.

“don’t apologize.” you voice still lacks judgement. all anton hears is empathy.

anton would be lying if he said he never touched himself. he was young and his hormones were raging a new flame blazing everyday. when he would be alone in the dead of the night though, his mind wouldn’t focus on anything specific. just the thought of something more was enough to take him to the edge. anton recalls the first time he was able to finish. he was approaching the edge, trying to remain silent. sometimes it seemed lile his old house creaked if he breathed too loud. so he did his best to remain, other hand digging into his bedsheets. he saw white hot flames burst over his vision when he saw your hand reaching for him. anton leaped over the edge as you pulled him to the other side, surrounded by trees that bloomed apples. by this point, anton became accustomed whimpering your name at night. he thought it wasn’t obviously, that he was secretly worshipping you in the bedroom.

“i have sinned.” anton says pitifully. he looks down, unable to meet your gaze.

you are silent for a moment. anton tries to keep the tears back.

“maybe if you sin, you will be brought to the path of righteousness again with a better understanding of your faith.”

anton looks at you again in disbelief. you bend your legs to get closer to him. your dress is caught on your knees. you look at anton innocently before grabbing his hand.

“and maybe if you worship something else,”

anton feels his hand slowly be put underneath your dress. you move his hand so that its over the fabric of your panties. anton sees your eyes hooded and sleepy, an expression he’s never seen before. he takes a moment to lean forward on his other hand to get closer. his strength gets the best of him as he slightly overpowers you. you hands quickly catch yourself from falling backwards. anton almost lurches forward to try and catch you, but you remain steady. anton can feel the heat radiating from your core and he moves his hand forward to cup all of you. anton is astonished at how warm you are, everywhere.

“you can find that same feeling of faith in god too.”

anton wondered if he was going to go to hell for how he touched you in god place of worship. so he drove you both in the dead of night to his house, where his bedroom had become his place to worship you.

in less than an hour you were there atop the same sheets he first found his faith. with your hair resting like an angels halo.

anton started at your feet. he took off your socks and shoes slowly. he massaged your feet and kissed your calves. you were propped up on your elbows watching his every move. anton thought this is how god must look down at his creations, wrecking havoc on the earth.

“i have never felt like this before.” anton confessed in between kisses. telling you his secrets came easily now. he knew you would extend sympathy and a gracious hand each time.

“just do what comes naturally.”

anton stopped kissing. he became aware of the fact that he had something so beautiful in his bed. he didn’t want to stumble through the night. he needed you to have an experience, to feel like you were properly worshipped.

“can you tell me what to do?” anton looked at you.

you pushed yourself up from your elbows and brought anton’s face close to yours. you kissed his lips; a quick peck.

“i want you to act on your own volition, anton. if you have blunders i know it comes from a good place. if it ever hurts, i will let you know.”

you bring him in for another kiss. immediately anton deepens the kiss. putting a hand on the back of your neck to bring you closer.

anton laid you down and broke the kiss. he went down to your neck, laying experimental kisses. he looked up at you. he was so desperate for your approval that when you nodded he started sucking on your skin.

anton was egged on by your whimpers. your secular mouthpiece gave him the closest thing he’s ever heard to god’s speech. anton followed your moans and whimpers until you were completely naked underneath him. although you were the exposed one, anton felt completely at your mercy.

anton wandered down. he held your boobs in his hands. he moved them in tandem. your skin was so soft and supple. without second thought, he brought a nipple into his mouth. you rubbed his hair affectionately, moving down to massage his ears. he wanted to pierce his ears in all the places you touched in your memory. you arched your back into him and he moved to the other.

he kissed down the valley of your breasts. anton couldn’t stop himself from occasionally biting your skin. anton bared witness to the flesh and blood of his new christ, how could he not take a bite? as reparations anton covered each bite in gentle kisses. you let out new noises when anton administered a little pain.

when anton got to your navel, he looked at you for approval. when you nodded, anton brought his index finger to your core. you sucked in a large breath, one you didn’t let out until anton put his finger all the way in. you were squirming underneath him, anton watched your stomach flex as you moved your hips against his hands. he added in another one, fixated on the way your flesh moved against his. you were soft and warm and snug inside, like the hug you gave him. anton slowly pulled his fingers out and put them back in just as slow. anton wasn’t sure if the pace was the speed you wanted, but he had to go slow for his own selfish needs. he needed to watch you grind against his hand for more friction. he needed to see you grip the sheets of his bed, trying to ground yourself. anton also needed to feel the slight pain you caused him as you slightly pulled his hair. anton wanted to take his time.

“i understand why service lasts for hours now.” anton whispered from your thigh. you laugh quietly. anton wants to tell you he’s close to a revelation and it might be in between your thighs. he says nothing and instead uses his other hand to spread your folds. he pulls his fingers out, and rests his head on the bed to look directly into you. he sees your walls close in on nothing, and sees the bundle of nerves tremble. you let out a shaky breath. anton brings his mouth to you.

your slick was holy water that anton was baptizing himself in. he moans hymns into your heat, sticking his tongue inside of you. anton hears you chanting like you are saying prayer of your own, incorporating anton’s name into the words. he thinks it’s all so backwards, how he should be singing praise about you. he continues to kiss and suck on your heat. anton sees your hand work on the protruding bud. he watches you for a moment, to see how you being yourself pleasure. after he learns, he moves your hand away and does it himself. this has you closing your thighs around his head, locking him in place. you rock against his lips and anton picks you up from below your ass to get a better angle. anton feels all his senses get flooded as you yell out his name. anton feels you all over his face, and he sees your communion glisten when he finally pulls away from your core.

your eyes are droop like you’re tired and anton feels you pulling at his clothes. wordlessly he takes his shirt off, flexing the muscles he’s earned over time. you watch him with bated breath feeling like you may catch on fire at any point. anton doesn’t let you reach for his him again. he returns himself to you after discarding the rest of his clothes, condom in hand.

“can i put it on you?” you ask. anton pinches the tinfoil package in his hand, wondering if he’s worth your touch. before anton can say no, you swipe it from his hand.

“lay down for me.”

anton heeds your request instantly. anton touches your thighs to bring you to straddle him. slowly you open the package and anton watches you bring the condom to his dick. you grabbing the base of him alone has him near the edge, he has to breathe in an out to calm himself down. you look at him and smile. smiling down at him purely while you put a condom on his dick. he’s almost dizzy from thinking about it.

“does it feel good?”

“yes it does.” anton moans. how could it not feel good?

you move yourself up anton’s body slowly. anton watches your every move. his hands have a vice grip on your hips. when you raise yourself above his dick, his grip on you stops you from going all the way down.

“i should’ve worshipped you sooner.” anton says. his lips are parted, pupils blown out. he slowly guides you down as you take all of him.

you stay like that for awhile. anton fully inside of you. anton can feel your flesh pulsing and clenching around him. the clenches are inconsistent, each one causing him to jolt further inside of you. anton pries his hand from his hip to hold one of your hands as you stabilize yourself. before anton can comprehend anything, you are bouncing on him. anton reaches for anything he can grab. he holds onto your boobs and hip, watching your body move. he refuses to stop you in your element. when you lean over to anton, he wraps your arms around your body to bring you close. anton plants his feet into the mattress and fucks relentlessly into you.

neither of you can say anything as you both hurdle closer and closer to the edge. anton keeps a firm hand on your back and you hold onto his shoulder, resting your head on his chest. both of you ramble out the mouths with incoherent thoughts and moaned names.

with one final thrust anton brings you down to him and he can feel himself pulse into you. anton pulls himself out and you fall beside him, eyes closed. anton looks at you while he ties off the end of the condom, afraid that if he looks away you’ll be gone.

he returns back to bed and you curl into him. he plays with your hair, trying to figure out how he can get you to confess that you are an angel, sent down to help him understand his faith.

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ferie-anon · 5 months ago

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🎼 Kpop placements in the idol industry notes 🗒️🎼

☁️⭐️ Have a hanni :D ⭐️☁️

🎤 Sag moon idols tend to be well rounded skill-wise and be very expressive/talkative and memed.

Ex: Suyun from Rocketpunch (Pisces sun, Sag moon), Asa from Babymonster (Aries sun, Sag moon), Sungho from Boynextdoor (Virgo sun, Sag moon)

🎤 scorpio moon idols tend to have this duality to them. They tend to be charming on stage, using their eyes to express concepts while having a duality off stage, where they could adored for their cuteness and dorkiness.

Ex: Sunghoon from enhypen (Sag sun, scorpio moon), Jennie from blackpink (Capricorn sun, scorpio moon), Beomgyu from txt (Pisces sun, scorpio moon).

🎤 Male kpop idols with Aries moon tend to have a boyish youthful charm that attracts fans.

Ex: Anton from riize (aries sun, aries moon), Jaehyun from boynextdoor (sag sun, aries moon), Mark from nct (leo sun, aries moon)

Aries sun idols tend to befriend or interact with other kpop idols (may be a social butterfly)

Ryujin from Itzy, Karina from Aespa, Sunwoo from TheBoyz, Yoon from STAYC (Aries sun)

🎤 Cancer moon idols I notice tend to be the pillar of support for their members or grounded and nurturing for them to rely on. (And also get emotional often when it comes to their group/members becuz they care a lot about fans and the group)

Ex: Sungchan from riize, Hanni from newjeans, Joy from Red Velvet

Capricorn moon idols give off grandpa or oldie vibes, with their dad joke humor and slow reactions at times 😭

Ex: Eunseok from Riize (Pisces sun, capricorn moon), Leehan from Boynextdoor (Libra sun, capricorn moon),

Leo sun idols being chaotic or having funny expressive reactions in variety contents

Zhanghao from ZB1 (Leo sun, Taurus moon), Mingi from Ateez (Leo sun, Cancer moon), Huening Kai from Txt (Leo sun, Scorpio moon)

Pisces mars and sagittarius mars in idols tend to be known for their dancing skills, or for being an eye-catching performer

Ex: Chaeryeong from Itzy (Gemini sun, Pisces mars) Winwin from Nct (Scorpio sun, Sag mars), Sung Hanbin from ZB1 (Gemini sun, Sag mars)

Additionally gemini sun idols tend to be either well rounded performers or also well liked by the public for their bubbly, friendly, and charming appeal and interactions

Ex: Kyujin from Nmixx (Gemini sun, Taurus moon), Yeji from Itzy (Gemini sun, Pisces moon) Yeosang from Ateez (Gemini sun, Cancer moon)

Pisces sun/moon idols tend to be good at delivering fanservice and interact with fans a lot

Ex: Wonbin from Riize (Pisces sun, Libra moon), Jake from Enhypen (Scorpio sun, Pisces moon), Haewon from Nmixx (Pisces sun, Sag moon)

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orangflowalober · 10 months ago

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What do you mean dad went out to get milk?!

Pairing: Park Jay Jongseong x Reader

Genre: crack, established relationship

Summary: your darling children Artemis and Anton get the wrong idea when you tell them their dad is going out to get milk

Word count: 936

Warnings: mentions of food- tiramisu and milk, talks of divorce

A/n: just a random idea I got and I thought it was absolutely hilarious so I just had to write it hehe

“Mooooooooom!”

You heard a yell and thumping on the stairs from your place in the kitchen where you were doing your best to make the tiramisu cake while keeping an ear out for your seventeen year old daughter.

As if following in her mum's genetic footsteps, she looked so much like her dad, only with her hair being similar to your own- long and brown. Her eyes were black and her face had that ever-present sleepiness that her father had too.

“Mom, where's dad?” you heard her ask, “I need his help with something”

But while you were keeping your eyes and focus on the melting pot in front of you, you didn’t really pay attention to what was leaving your mouth.

“He went out to get milk” you responded, eyes zeroing in on what you were supposed to add next into the mixture in front of you.

Meanwhile, Artemis’ gut dropped.

Went out to get milk???

THEY'RE DIVORCING????

She quickly let out a choked okay and ran back up the stairs, hearing you absentmindedly call out to her; for the thousand time, do not run up the stairs Artemis!

“ANTON!” the brown-haired girl yelled bursting into her twin's bedroom.

The boy had features eerily similar to their aunt (ironically) with a dash of their dads more prominent features; his nose and eye shape namely. His green eye-colour almost felt out of place. His black hair was pushed back by the headset he wore.

“What is it ‘mis?” he groaned, words dripping with annoyance as he put pause on his game.

“Dad went out to get milk,” she said, her voice grave.

Anton merely raised an eyebrow at her and laughed, mocking her.

“Ha ha ‘mis,” he said, voice deadpan, just like his dad’s, “that's a good one.”

“Mum's words” she interrupted him, her black eyes wide and hand on the door trembling, “not a joke.”

Anton stared at her, for long ten seconds, waiting for the impending moment when she would say “SIKE!” and laugh at his blank expression.

But the moment never came.

“They're seriously divorcing?” he wondered aloud, eyes clouded with betrayal, “Without telling us?”

“I don't know,” Artemis murmured.

“Mum? And dad?” he kept repeating to himself, “Those two are obsessed with each other…?”

Artemis only stood quietly at the door.

But then she got a brilliant idea.

“Jay, did you get the milk?” you asked in a hurry seeing your husband at the entrance of the kitchen.

“Yeah” he responded, panting heavily, passing his wife the carton of milk, “I hurried As much as I could hon.”

He stood behind the island in the middle of the kitchen watching you fret over the tiramisu.

“Hand it over” you reached over, taking it from his grasp, “I need to hurry up so it can cool before that maniac Sunghoon comes.” you huffed, sounding annoyed, knowing you wanted the tiramisu to be the best as possible because both you and Jay missed your good friend.

“Mom, dad?” Anton called from the door of the living room with Artemis next to him, holding a laptop. “Can we talk to you guys?” he asked cautiously.

You should have known that your two teenagers were up to something the moment they asked that.

They’re never this polite.

“It's serious” Artemis supplied quickly.

You blinked, surprised.

“Sure”, you murmured, separating from the huge shelf next to the window, walking over to the couch where your husband was already sitting.

“Is everything okay?” Jay asked, face scrunching in worry.

Your twins only looked at each other as Artemis plugged the laptop to the TV and fixed her blazer.

Wait.

Blazers?

“Why are you two wearing suits?” You asked.

“Mum, wait please” Anton requested, with an air of an exasperated lawyer, “all will be explained in due time.”

Your eyebrows raised and you and Jay made quick eye contact as your children started bickering about something.

“So.” Artemis started. “We are all here today, present to discuss-”

“Plead” Anton added, making Jay squint at his son.

“Your not-so-impending divorce.”

“Wait what?” You interrupted, confused

“Who's getting divorced?? Jay asked surprised, feeling a good decade being shaved off his life.

Anton and Artemis looked beyond stressed.

They looked at each other and Artemis spoke up.

“Mum said that you went out to get milk and-”

“Artemis, baby,” you interrupted her in a gentle voice, seeing your younger almost in tears, “I was making tiramisu for when your uncle comes,” you explained, “your dad literally went out to buy milk.”

The two boys looked lost and Artemis was slowly starting to look embarrassed.

“Why would you even get that impression?” Jay was confused, “Why would I want to divorce your mother?”

“You know dad,” Anton said with a dead look in his eye, “we know you're a simp. It's more about what mum wants.”

At that you burst out into laughter, getting up to hug your kiddos and caress their hair, listening to Jay's outraged sounds in the background.

“You don't have to worry about a thing my darlings,” you told them gently, before your face took on a more serious look, “And even if it does come down to divorce, that's NOT how you're finding out.”

“WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING ABOUT DIVORCE” Jay cried.

~ Of course, this story was later told to Sunghoon who came to visit them and naturally his reaction was to burst into laughter and mercilessly tease both Jay and his niece and nephew (you probably wouldn't have been spared if you hadn't shot him a threatening look and a promise of taking away the tiramisu).

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dinosaurs and bears 🦕

childhood crush! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

chapter synopsis: you and anton reconnect in college but he seems different. different hair colour, different style, but still the same anton you fell in love with.

intro | part one | part two | part three | part four (final!)

it’s been almost a year since you last saw anton in person. you stood outside his house, waiting for your turn to say your goodbyes to him, trying your best to suppress your tears. after anton’s dad gave him a hug and patted his back, it was now your turn with him.

“so are you excited to spend the next four hours on the road?” anton chuckled softly at your question, nodding as he reached into his bag and pulling out something. it was your childhood teddy bear that you gave him during your first meeting as kids. “not really but it’ll be more tolerable when i have a mini you with me.”

at this point your lips were already quivering, eyes welling up with tears. “can’t believe you’re bringing mr. fuzzles with you…” your voice was shaking, tears already rolling down your cheeks. how were you supposed to deal with not seeing anton everyday? you just wanted him close all the time, he was the one you ran to every time something good or bad happened and you couldn’t imagine running to anyone else. as supportive as you were, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

“c’mon you promised you wouldn’t cry. you pinky promised!” anton playfully ruffled your hair before bringing his thumb up to wipe the tears off your rosy cheeks. you had snot dripping from your nose, hiccuping as you sobbed. despite that, anton still found you adorable and thought you were so, so pretty. he couldn’t help but pull you into a tight hug, rubbing your back as he comforted you. you held onto him tightly, as if it would stop him from leaving. “don’t want you to go, anton… who’s gonna tie my laces for me and read to me when i can’t sleep?”

letting out a shaky breath, anton felt tears threatening to fall. he told you not to cry but he couldn’t help but to do the same when he saw how heartbroken you were over him leaving. he didn’t want to let go of you, your presence feeling like home to him. he eventually broke the hug, hands finding their way to your cheeks as he tilted your head up to look at him. anton’s eyes were glossy and he let out shaky breaths through his parted lips. he looked so pretty like this. you always thought anton was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. anton leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “call me when you can’t sleep. i’ll read you bedtime stories, like always. okay?”

eventually, anton had to leave. you waved him goodbye until the car was out of sight and you weren’t crying as hard anymore. you promised yourself that day that you would do anything to be by anton’s side again. you couldn’t bear being apart from him. sure, you and anton would frequently call at any spare moment you two had, no matter how tired you both were. it just wasn’t the same, you wanted anton as close to you as possible. you spent day and night studying hard, telling yourself that it would all be worth it when you get into the same college as anton and you would be with him again. your other friends called you insane, dedicating hours to studying and flaking on plans with them just so you could attend the same school as anton. you ignored them, they didn’t understand and they were never as important to you as anton was anyways. after months of putting your heart and soul into endless hours of studying, your efforts finally paid off when you opened the acceptance letter to anton’s college. anton didn’t know that you were studying so hard just to be with him again and you didn’t know how to break the news to him.

now here you were, standing in front of anton’s dorm room while carrying two heavy bags filled with items to give him. you decided it was best to surprise him in person. when anton’s parents found out you were planning to visit him, his mom made sure to send you off with boxes upon boxes of homemade food and a slip of paper with anton’s address on it. you were hesitant to ring the doorbell, maybe you should have called him beforehand instead of showing up out of the blue. before you could ring the doorbell or pussy out and leave, the door of the unit swung open to reveal a taller male with brown hair. “can i help you?” this definitely wasn’t anton and anton didn’t have roommates either.

realisation sunk in. this wasn’t anton’s dorm and you were given the wrong address. “oh my god— i must be at the wrong dorm, i was looking for—“

“y/n?”

you turned your head to find anton standing next to you. he was carrying a duffle bag, hair messy and slightly disheveled, as if he just came from practice. you stared at him, taken aback by how different he looked now compared to when you last saw him. anton was taller now, arms bigger, and his hair was red. you completely forgot about the stranger whose door you were standing at. “you never told me you dyed your hair.”

“and you never told me you were coming.” he ran his fingers through his red strands, corners of his lips turning to give you his shy smile that you missed seeing so badly. your heart couldn’t help but to skip a beat. although he looked different, his soft spoken voice and personality stayed the same and you felt like you were falling in love all over again. “came here to surprise you.”

anton pulled you into a tight hug, almost crushing your bones. you didn’t care that he was sweaty, you just missed his touch and wanted to stay like that for as long as possible. anton was here. anton is finally by your side again. “um, hello…??”

your attention was brought back to the confused man and you cleared your throat, apologising. “eunseok, this is y/n! you remember her, my best friend!” anton talked about you to his college friends? your head began to turn dizzy, a slight blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you waved at eunseok, who waved back. “did my mom give you the wrong unit number? swear she does that all the time, so many of my packages end up at eunseok’s dorm.” anton groaned as he looked at the slip of paper with his address that you held. you nodded sheepishly, still unable to process that you were seeing anton in person again and how good he looked. college really did him good. “well, i’m gonna head to my classes. you two have fun!”

eunseok bid his goodbyes after locking his door, leaving you and anton on your own. “these for me?” he gestured to the food filled bags. “your mom made it for you.”

“really?! i missed it so much. missed you too, of course.”

anton mumbled the last part but you still heard it, your mind replaying his words. anton missed you. you wondered if he thought about you as much as you did about him. you couldn’t help but to stare at him unashamedly. while you remained the same height, anton looks like he had a growth spurt in the past year, towering over you. his shoulders were wider and arms so toned and muscular now. “you gonna keep staring or you wanna come in?”

snapping back to reality, anton had already unlocked his door and helped to bring in the heavy bags that you struggled to lift. you stepped in to his dorm, which was unsurprisingly clean and tidy except for a few hoodies laying around. he had a guitar displayed in his living room and a few potted plants around. “you like it here?” you hummed and nodded, eyes still scanning around the living room and kitchen area as anton began to unpack tupperware containers filled with food into his refrigerator. you began to stare at him again, unable to stop yourself from admiring his features. his gorgeous eyes that you always loved staring into, his jawline that looked as if it was chiseled by micheal angelo, his plump lips that look so kissable, his arms that you wanted so badly to bite onto.

“let me show you my room next!” anton excitedly held onto your hand and dragged you into his bedroom once he was done putting away all the food. anton hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty his palms were from how nervous he was to see you again. throughout his time in college, the thought of you plagued his mind. it was hard not to think of you when you were at the top of his notifications everyday, when he slept with your teddy bear every night and when he looked at his books, all he could think of was when you would both read them together. all he thought about was you and when he would see you again. he would tell his college friends about you, showing them your pictures with hearts in his eyes. he thought it was just normal friendship stuff to be missing you so badly, especially since you’ve been friends for over a decade. that was until sungchan, eunseok’s roommate laughed at him. “dude, you obviously like her and she obviously likes you. this isn’t a friendship anymore.” anton wasn’t sure which he was more shocked by, the fact that he definitely had feelings for you or the fact that you probably felt the same. his group of friends hummed in agreement, shotaro throwing around a joke that anton shows you off like you’re his girlfriend.

the first thing that caught your eye was the teddy bear on anton’s bed, cutely tucked into the sheets. “aww, you’re taking such good care of him!” your giggles sounded like music to his ears. god, he missed you so much. after his friends told him he was probably in love with you, he would lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling while thinking of you. did he like you? of course not! you were his friend, basically like a little sister to him. but then again, he never found any other girl as attractive to him as you. whenever he went on dates, he would find the girls to be difficult to connect with. they would poke fun at his soft spoken personality and try to get him to be more extroverted. you on the other hand, encouraged him to be the purest version of himself, never once complaining about how shy he is and how he liked to keep to himself. did anton think you were pretty? definitely! he loved how soft and plump your cheeks were, he would lay in bed thinking about the next time he got to squish your cheeks. he loved your soft and warm personality, always ready to comfort him when he was stressed about practice and assignments despite you being miles away. he loved you. he just didn’t know how to tell you, or if he even should. “so… did you just take a four hour car ride to drop off food for me?”

you fiddled with your fingers, a sheepish smile on your face as you got closer to anton. “we’re gonna be schoolmates! i start next semester!” anton feels his heart speed up, not only from the close proximity but also the fact that he would get to see you everyday from now on. it would definitely be harder for him to hide his feelings but he was happy for you and there was nothing more that he wanted than to be neighbours with you again. “that’s amazing! i’m so happy for you!”

you and anton spent the rest of the day catching up, talking until the sun went down and then ordering in food for dinner. he convinced you to stay the night, insisting that it was too late and that you could go back in the morning. the both of you sat next to each other, backs against the wall as anton ranted about his exams that recently ended, thankful that the next few weeks would be a break for him and that he was planning to go home for awhile. you and anton talked like before and you were thankful that there was no awkward stage and your chemistry still remained unchanged. “i was really stressed that one night when my laptop died on me an hour before my submission! luckily my work was saved and i managed to submit everything on time… so to celebrate, i dyed my hair on impulse with the help of my friends.” anton had his head on your lap as you played with it, braiding a small section of it. his hair was so long now and he looked so breathtaking. you could tell his energy was slowly fleeting as his voice got softer and he eventually stopped talking. you continued to pat his head as he drifted off into sleep, eyes fluttering shut as he let out soft snores.

you were okay with never being anything with anton, remaining friends forever as long as it meant that he would be by your side. you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him, not knowing what you would do without him.

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