pairing: bf!anton x gf!reader
genre: fluff [616 words]
(𝘢/𝘯) 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦!! 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵! 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 100 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
your days with anton were never boring. almost every morning, your boyfriend found a way to make you smile the minute you woke up. whether it was waking you up with kisses, making breakfast, or even surprising you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers on your bedside table, your mornings were always filled with love.
you learnt what love truly meant when you first met anton. you weren’t used to being shown affection. compared to your past relationships, you were always the affectionate one — the one who fought for the relationship, the one who got left alone in the end.
but now, being with anton, everything felt new. being treated like a princess, having your love languages fulfilled despite his busy schedule, and even texting you throughout the day to let you know how much he missed you… it truly felt like you’d won the lottery of love.
your eyes fluttered open, and you turned to the side, seeing the love of your life observing you.
“why do you always watch me sleep?” “you look so peaceful. i can’t help but be in awe every time.”
anton had a way with words. he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. hearing that made you beam from ear to ear. your contagious smile spread to anton. the way his lips curled up, and his eyes closed a little… you knew how lucky you were to wake up to this view every morning.
you tried to get up, but you were instantly pulled back into bed. you giggled, knowing why anton did this.
“you know there’s nothing wrong with skipping work for the day, right? it’s the weekend; we should be spending time together,” he said, pouting.
as much as you wanted to stay home with him, you knew you needed the money. “anton, it’s a short shift. i’ll be back before you know it,” you tried to laugh it off.
you hated working on weekends, hated being apart from your boyfriend, and hated not being able to spend your day kissing and lying next to him.
9:15 a.m. you were running late. you had to force yourself out of anton’s arms to get ready for work. you knew anton was kind of upset about being left alone at home. you could easily picture him pouting while lying on the shared bed.
after getting ready, you ate the breakfast your boyfriend made you. he made sure you at least had a bite or two before you left.
“thanks, baby. i gotta go now. i’ll see you when i get back. i love you.”
you went up to him to give him your usual goodbye hug. the way he held you, you could tell he wanted you to stay home with him.
he caressed your face and gave you a soft kiss. “i’ll pick you up, okay? bring back those cookies i like.” you couldn’t help but give him another kiss. you tried pulling away, but anton purposely deepened the kiss and even left kisses all over your face.
“i have to go, anton.” you were pouting, and he knew you were running late, though he didn’t mean to hold you any longer. (he definitely meant to do it though). you hurriedly grabbed your belongings to leave.
you were unlocking the door when you felt him tug your arm from behind. it felt like those romance movies where the male lead would pull his lover into his arms.
“last one, i promise.” his plump lips met yours again. you felt him smile against your lips.
“maybe you’re right. skipping work today doesn’t sound so bad.”
you were truly, madly, deeply in love with anton, and nothing could ever change that.
