#anton fluff

hehehehe… this is the thought i had in mind when i saw this req… soft anton loving u always :((

anton has a little tattoo on his wrist, tiny, barely there, yet it’s one of the details you adore about him. he notices it in the way you like to rub your thumb across the ink whenever you hug his arm, or the way you would bring his hand to your lips to place a kiss right over it. he’s asked, and you’d told him that you simply find it cute, and so adorably him that you couldn’t resist kissing it.

so while you were gone for an entire week for work, he plotted a little surprise. he’s a little anxious, the excited kind as he lounges on the couch, gaze constantly drifting towards the clock and the door. envisioning you walking through it until you finally do. you look exhausted, but anton doesn’t miss the way your face subtly softens upon seeing him.

“hi toni,” you mumble, smiling and making a beeline towards the couch. so happy to see him, so cute, crawling onto one of his thighs to hug him. his arms wrap around your waist, smiling and pressing a kiss onto your forehead. a soft “welcome home,” whispered into your ear.

“i have something to show you,” anton says, voice a little hushed in the middle from the nerves. he chuckles when you instantly light up, all excited. he rolls up his sleeves, showcasing his bicep that never fails to make you drool.

you’ve memorised the curve of his arm from all the nights you sleep with your hands wrapped around it. only this time, it looks a little different. it’s freshly tattooed — black ink contrasting his pale arm.

“it’s a constellation of the day you were born,” he whispers. your eyes immediately glimmer, from both fascination and happy tears. the lines are thin, and the dots are inked as little stars. it’s small, stretching across his lower shoulder to the upper bicep. tenderly, your finger traces over each line, lingering a little longer at each star.

anton lets you silently take it all in as he admires your face. a smile upon seeing the bright flicker in your eyes. leaning in, he kisses your forehead.

“you like it?”

“i love it,” the words sound more like a gasp. you inch your face forward, just enough for your lips to brush against the ink. you feel like crying, but anton’s already kissing your eyelids as if to tell you to not.

“i wanted to have a tattoo of you to carry you with me always…”

ⓘ lee chanyoung x fem!reader texts. toxic situationship/fwb, happy ending

warnings. toxic relationship, mentions of drugs, use of mama as a nickname, dirty talking.

note. hiiiii! first anton texts kinda nervy…

the nursery had already been finished for nearly a week. the crib was built, the dresser was organized, the little bookshelf was full of picture books, and every tiny outfit had been washed and folded away. anyone else would have walked inside, smiled, and called it perfect but you stood in the doorway one afternoon with your arms crossed and stared at the room until something about it began to bother you. after another minute you quietly muttered, “… i don’t like it,” even though you had loved it the day before. the rocking chair suddenly looked wrong in the corner. it should have been beside the window where the morning light came through and the bookshelf would look better on the opposite wall. the dresser only needed to move a few inches but once you pictured everything in different places, you could not stop thinking about it. none of the changes were necessary but that had never stopped you from rearranging a room before.

anton had gone out to pick up lunch after reminding you twice not to lift or move anything heavy while he was gone. you had kissed his cheek and promised that you would wait for him and you had meant it at the time. that promise lasted until you walked back into the nursery and stared at the rocking chair again. you rested both hands on its arms and reasoned quietly, “it’s only one chair. i’m not trying to remodel the whole house. you pulled and the chair scraped across the floor by barely an inch. pleased with yourself you smiled and murmured, “see? completely fine,” before adjusting your grip and trying again. the second pull barely moved it and the third did nothing at all. your smile slowly disappeared as you planted your feet firmly and pulled with more force, only for a sharp ache in your lower back to make you release it with an irritated breath.

you stared at the chair in disbelief and muttered, “…seriously?” before turning toward the bookshelf. you had moved that shelf yourself when you first decorated the room and you remembered sliding it across the floor without asking anyone for help. it had not seemed heavy then so you wrapped both hands around one side and pushed, expecting it to move easily. it did not move at all. you pushed harder but the bookshelf stayed exactly where it was while your feet slipped backward instead. you immediately let go and pressed one hand over your stomach to steady yourself, breathing more heavily than you wanted to admit. your back hurt, your hips ached, and your stomach suddenly felt much larger than it had only a few minutes earlier. as you looked at the shelf, you whispered, “… i used to be able to do that.”

it was not really about the bookshelf anymore. you could not carry a laundry basket downstairs without anton taking it from you halfway down. you could not pick something up from the floor without thinking about how you were going to stand again. even getting out of bed had become a whole process. every simple task that once happened automatically now required planning, waiting, or asking somebody else to do it. you hated waiting and you hated asking for help even more. your first instinct was still to handle everything yourself but lately that instinct kept ending with your body reminding you that it could not keep up. you were still the same person in your head but every day there seemed to be a new limit you had not known about until you ran straight into it.

when anton came home a few minutes later the silence upstairs caught his attention immediately. he set the food on the kitchen counter and made his way toward the nursery, stopping quietly in the doorway when he found you standing in the middle of the room. the rocking chair had moved only a couple of inches, the bookshelf had not moved at all, and you were staring at both pieces of furniture with an expression he recognized immediately. he knocked softly against the doorframe and you looked over your shoulder before greeting him with a quiet, “hi.” anton glanced around the room then gave you a small smile as he asked, “redecorating?” you shrugged weakly and admitted, “i changed my mind.” he nodded like that was completely reasonable and replied, “okay,” but his eyes stayed on your face.

you looked back toward the rocking chair and quietly said, “i couldn’t move it.” anton stayed near the doorway for another moment before answering, “i see that.” you let out a small laugh that sounded more defeated than anything and continued, “i thought maybe i was standing wrong and then i thought the floor was catching on it.” after another humorless laugh you looked down at your stomach and finished, “turns out i just can’t.” the words hit him harder than you realized. anton walked toward you slowly but before he could say anything, you asked, “do you know what the worst part is?” when he shook his head, you kept staring at the chair and admitted, “my brain still thinks i can. every single time i see something that needs to be done, i don’t even think about asking for help. i just do what i’ve always done, and then my body reminds me that i can’t.”

anton’s chest tightened as your voice began to crack. you wiped at the tears gathering in your eyes and said, “i hate it because i’ve always been independent. i don’t like needing people and i don’t like having to wait for somebody else. i don’t like looking at a chair and thinking, ‘i’ll have to ask anton when he gets home.’ that has never been me.” he closed the distance between you and gently took both of your hands before telling you, “it is still you.” when you finally looked up at him, he rested one hand over your stomach and continued softly, “you’re sharing your body with someone right now. the woman who insists on carrying every grocery bag in one trip is still here.”

a small laugh escaped you even through the tears, and anton smiled before adding, “she’ll be back, probably sooner than i’d like.” you sniffled and asked, “you think?” without hesitating he answered, “absolutely because i know you.” he brushed another tear away with his thumb and said, “you’re not upset because you couldn’t move a chair. you’re upset because for the first time in your life you can't be independent and that's okay.” you did not answer because you did not need to. the tears sliding down your cheeks already told him he was right. anton carefully wrapped his arms around you, mindful of your stomach, and held you against his chest while you finally stopped trying to hide how upset you were.

you hated roller coasters and anton assumed fishie probably would too. she was usually quiet and cautious. he’d assumed all of the excitement was just talk and she’d take one look at the giant coaster before deciding she’d rather stay safely on the ground with you. he was very wrong.

by the time you walked through the entrance that saturday morning, fishie was practically vibrating with excitement. you smiled along with her but every single time one of the giant roller coasters came into view your eyes instinctively drifted somewhere else. most people never would’ve noticed but anton always noticed the small things about you. he’d known about your fear of heights since you were dating. you’d never hidden it from him but it also wasn’t something you talked about very often. everyone else saw the loud, confident version of you who never seemed intimidated by anyone or anything. anton was one of the only people who knew that the moment the ground disappeared beneath your feet all of that confidence quickly disappeared with it.

the moment fishie spotted the coaster her entire face lit up. she grabbed anton’s hand without a second thought and tugged him toward the height requirement sign. excitement replaced every bit of her usual shyness. “appa,” she said eagerly, “i think i’m tall enough now.” the employee smiled as fishie stood as straight as she possibly could against the measuring stick, stretching every inch of herself. after checking twice the employee smiled and nodded. “you’re tall enough.” fishie’s eyes widened in disbelief before she looked back at the two of you. “really?” she asked. when the employee laughed and repeated, “really,” your daughter spun around so quickly she nearly lost her balance. “i can go!”

you stared at her for a long moment before slowly looking up at the roller coaster towering over the park. she turned toward you with the brightest smile on her face. “mama,” she said, “we can all ride together!” your smile froze almost instantly. “all?” you repeated weakly. the little girl nodded enthusiastically. “all three of us!” anton looked over at you the second those words left her mouth. your eyes had already continued wandering upward and followed the tracks higher and higher. he saw the tiny swallow and the slight tension in your shoulders. before you could even think of an excuse anton crouched down beside fishie and smiled. “how about you and i ride first?” he suggested gently. she tilted her head. “what about mama?” she asked. anton glanced back at you before answering, “she can take pictures of us.” fishie looked disappointed for all of two seconds before nodding. “okay!” she agreed happily, already looking toward the entrance. as she skipped a few steps ahead you looked at anton and quietly mouthed, “thank you.” he simply smiled back before mouthing, “of course.”

the line wasn’t terribly long but it was long enough for you to become increasingly anxious on behalf of both of them. while fishie bounced excitedly beside anton, asking how fast it went, you stood beside them behind the gate. every few moments his eyes drifted back toward you. you’d gotten noticeably quieter. your arms stayed folded tightly across your chest. every time the coaster roared overhead your shoulders tensed.

anton stepped closer to the fence where you stood. “you okay?” he asked softly. you let out a little laugh that didn’t quite sound convincing. “i’m not the one getting on that thing,” you replied, trying to joke your way through it. he smiled softly. “i know.” you nodded once. “i’ll be fine.” anton studied your face for another second before reaching over to gently squeeze your hand. “you don’t have to pretend. i know you like the back of my hand,” he reminded you quietly. you looked up at him for a second before your expression softened. “… i know.” he leaned down to kiss your forehead and gave your hand one more reassuring squeeze before following fishie toward their seats.

your own heart was racing harder than either of theirs. fishie looked completely unfazed but you were gripping the fence so tightly your knuckles had turned white. as the ride attendants motioned for them to board you couldn’t help calling out one last round of instructions. “remember to hold on,” you reminded fishie, who nodded enthusiastically. “don’t stand up,” you continued, earning another confident nod. “and don’t let go.” fishie giggled a little before reassuring you, “mama i know.” then you turned your attention toward anton. “and you.” he smiled knowingly. “what?” you narrowed your eyes. “watch her.” “i will," anton nodded, giving you a thumbs up. "don’t let anything happen to my daughter." “nothing’s going to happen," anton said. you opened your mouth to argue again but the ride had already started moving.

you watched the coaster slowly climb the first hill. your eyes never left the tiny blue seats carrying your husband and daughter higher and higher into the sky. every click of the chain lift seemed louder than the last. as the train reached the very top anton glanced over at fishie expecting to see nerves. instead she was smiling so hard her cheeks looked like they hurt. you immediately shut your eyes as the ride went down the first drop. you couldn’t watch it even standing safely on the ground. your stomach flipped the second you heard the screams echo across the park. your heart stopped. a few minutes later, when the ride rolled back into the station, you finally looked again.

fishie was laughing. the safety bars lifted and fishie was talking before she’d even climbed out of her seat. “appa did you feel that first drop? and then it went really fast around the corner! can we do it again?” anton couldn’t stop smiling at her excitement. “did you like it?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer. fishie looked at him like the question itself was silly, "i loved it.” “mama!” she called happily as she hurried over to you. you couldn’t help smiling at her excitement, "did you have fun?” you asked. fishie nodded, “it was awesome!” you blinked. “awesome?” she nodded so enthusiastically her ponytail bounced, “it was the best ride ever!”

you slowly turned toward anton in complete disbelief, “she enjoyed that?” you asked, gesturing toward the coaster behind him. he laughed quietly, “a lot.” before you could even process that answer fishie was already pointing toward an even taller ride on the other side of the park. “i think i’m tall enough for that one too,” she said. you stared at the ride, then at your daughter, before finally looking back at your husband. “she’s definitely your kid,” you declared. he raised an eyebrow. “mine?” you nodded firmly, "she clearly didn’t get all this from me.” anton looked down at fishie who was still happily explaining which loop had been her favorite. “maybe not,” he admitted with a smile.

imagine waking up after a long, soft night with anton. you’re both still naked under the covers. he brought you coffee, kissed your forehead, woke you with slow, gentle touches. now he’s getting ready for work, moving around the room while you watch. broad shoulders, shirt pulling tight, hiding the faint scratches you left on his back the night before. he’s explaining you his schedule, saying he’ll be back for dinner if practices go well and you just hum mindlessly too drunk in the view and his cologne.

i still think about this anton pic (the one in the middle) and anton with gray tank tops...

I feel like he'd be such a teasing boyfriend wearing them just to get you off and then acting all clueless and mean "( – ⤙ – )

Anton Lee.

fan asks, thoughts, drabbles, imagines, etc....

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