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playing for love. [teaser]

⤷ pairing: tennis player!anton x coach!reader | wc: 10-15k.

​⤷ summary: or alternatively, the score is 40-love. after years of playing your game, keeping a mental score of all the times he’s won your affection, he thinks 2026 might be his year. the odds are finally in his favor. something’s different this time—he's determined to win a golden match, but not for some trophy that'll just collect dust next to his collection. thanks to you, he has plenty of those. he doesn’t care about the game, all he wants is you. all he has to do is perfect his serve, win the italian open, and you’ll love him. or so he thinks. after all, they do say all is fair in love and war.  ⤷ genre: lots of pining, fluff, slow-burn, suggestive, angst at times (reader goes through a lot and it manifests into her being a butthead, but pls be nice.) ⤷ warnings: everyone is slightly aged up for plot reasons (anton is 24 and yn is 25), profanity and explicit language, mentions of immense, borderline abusive pressure within the context of sports, sports injury, drinking, and implied sex.  ⤷ song rec: the challengers score!

a/n: this is obviously inspired by the YSL photos of anton in those teeny tiny shorts, but it ended up being way more fleshed out than i expected! pretty smitten with this couple tbh. i did research the proper tennis terms so i hope this is somewhat accurate, but if certain aspects don’t sound all there, please just forgive me. i'm expecting to have it published in 3-4 days, but feel free to comment if you want to be added to a taglist!

He hates to think that this is all just a game to you. 

Anton scoffs in disbelief as he watches you talk with Sungchan, cursing his own genetics for his small ears because had they been any bigger, maybe he could properly hear what you two were talking about. All he knows is what he can see, or what he wishes he wasn’t seeing. That behemoth of a man is looming over your frame, his arms dangerously close to your waist, and Anton actually hisses everytime he tries to inch closer. 

The only silver lining keeping him from waltzing over and ripping his arm off is that he’s confident you’re paying him no real mind. He follows your gaze, and your eyes are fixated on the tactical game board while Sungchan keeps pestering you, presumably with some overtly corny pick-up lines. He can see the gears turning in your brain as you try to knock some sense into Sungchan, because you're nothing if not professional and good at your job. Around Sungchan, your friendly demeanor operates for one and one thing only: fulfilling your quota. You need to keep him floating above a certain number of wins or else your job is in jeopardy, and unfortunately for Anton, that means allowing him to flirt with you openly.  

The more the scene goes on, the more Anton can feel the bile forming at the back of his throat. He’s seething with anger at this point; who does that second-place bench-warmer think he is, throwing himself at you? The way he’s curling into you and laughing by your side like you’re not being fully serious with him. Does he know that he’s a point away from throwing the game? He could at least win before he tries to get in your pants. Maybe Anton should let him know that losers aren't your type. You hate nothing more than people who can’t put money where their mouth is. Shameless, he thinks. Thinking with his dick while you’re trying to give him a real shot at becoming something. He could at least respect your time and effort here.

And you—what’s your deal? Why aren’t you exploding with anger, shouting at him to lock in? Your eyebrows aren’t even furrowed; not a single hair on your head is out of place as you calmly explain what Sungchan needs to do to win over his opponent. 

Anton feels like you’re a different person when he sees you like this. Without a smidge of doubt, he knows he’s the best player you have. He knows this because he guards that title with his life. Right now, you’re killing him, and he thinks twice before calling you unfair in his mind, but he doesn’t know how else to put it. Why aren’t you like that with him? You’re constantly on his ass, firing either short quips about his outfit choices or pushing aside his exhaustion to drill more gameplay into his head. You preeminently shut down any chance and ruin the mood before he can even think to send a casual flirty remark your way. It’s psychological torture for him with you day in and day out—all to make sure his mental fortitude isn’t rattled when it comes to game days, so... why is it any different with that sorry excuse of a man?

After performing some mental gymnastics, Anton lands on a conclusion, just satisfactory enough for him to compartmentalize this moment and move on. Unlike some sex-motivated idiots, he’s more than happy to play the long game with you. He’s decided that you’re not playing into Sungchan’s sorry attempts at flirting and treating him the same because simply put, Anton is someone is special to you. Whether that’s because you appreciate how he takes orders well in a strict mentor sense or because you see him as more than just another player to win you credibility in interviews—he isn’t really concerned with the minutiae of it all. All he knows is that he’s special and specifically, to you.

Anton’s watches as the game goes from match point to Sungchan barely managing to win—big fucking whoop. His eyes roll all the way to the back of his head when Sungchan’s opponent dramatically flails in the air, looking like a baby bird learning to fly as he fails to return the ball. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sungchan hop over to give you an over the top high-five that almost sends you flying backwards. He doesn’t think he deserves any consolation prize, and most certainly not another ounce of your affection. After you give him a few final remarks and tell him to get some rest, you make your way over to Anton, about to remind him about your practice session later.

He sits up a little straighter at the sight of you strutting over. Look at you with your face all determined and cute, he thinks. He runs his hand through his hair, and smiles at you as if time is slowing down in front of him just for this beautiful moment. He swears he sees your hair cinematically blowing in the wind, and he swears he sees your hand come up to give him a bashful wave. He’s in the process of extending his arm up to wave back when your feet stop right before him, your body slamming to a halt. He’s too scared to look.

Snap.

He opens one eye, his vision slightly obstructed by what looks like a finger. He blinks twice.

Oh.

It's you. You’re snapping at his face and then your arm falls to point to the ground and he’s confused. Huh. He follows your fingers until his gaze lands upon his feet.

“Your shoes are untied.”

Sungchan sneaks in behind you, and you’re oblivious to the way he snickers and sticks his tongue out at Anton. Anton gives him the middle finger, the most defiance he can manage in front of your eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole, but he decides he doesn't need you commenting on him spacing out, so he quickly breaks out of his trance and follows after you eagerly like a lost puppy.

a/n: also sorry to sungchan in this, i love you baby i promise!

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he’s playing in my face with this challengers serve, thinking of him as a famous world class tennis player who is in love with his coach… he's constantly trying to impress her and all of his wins are just to see her relish in her own hard work let’s all #explode and he's lowkey a bit snobby to everyone but her but that's just because he genuinely doesn't like when people flock to him (again he's just in this sport because he's grown attached to his coach who won't give him a chance!!!)

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already writing something for this... what's another wip right... i'm having too much fun with him these days :3

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teaser for this will be posted tonight! just spent 4 hours at the library working on it hehehe

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— works in progress ☆.｡.:*

last updated: 8/8/26.

upcoming.

anton lee.

⤷ PLAYING FOR LOVE. | tennis champion!anton x coach!reader

or alternatively, the score is 40-love. after years of playing your games, keeping score of all the times he’s won your affection, he thinks 2026 might be his year. anton feels like the odds are finally in his favor. something’s different this time—he's determined to score the winning point, but not for some gold trophy. thanks to you, he has plenty of those. he has his eyes set on something else that makes everything else pale in comparison. he doesn’t care about the game, all he wants is you. all he has to do is perfect his serve, win the italian open, and you’ll love him. or so he thinks. after all, they do say all is fair in love and war. 

⤷ BUG-EYED LOVER | spider-man!anton x scientist!reader 

synopsis otw!

⤷ IN ANOTHER LIFE | ex-boyfriend!anton x reader

In another life, was there a version of you and Anton that didn’t fuck things up? Is there a version that is able to preserve the young love and infatuation and the gentleness with which you guys held each other? Is there a version where you guys weren’t the reason for each other’s downfall? Perhaps the worst part was the way your mind was forced to move on, but your heart still held firm. Time continued to be a force to be reckoned with, forcing you to move on in some ways—like moving out of the college city that painted the backdrop of your youth and all of those tough lessons you learned in the beginning of your 20s. In other ways, you were stagnant, feet planted into the ground, unable to forget about that cute boy you met at your first-ever party, whose eyes held you like you were the most gentle thing on the planet. You saw him everywhere after the breakup, in all of the little things that reminded you of your relationship, but perhaps, this time, sitting across from him, face and body filled out and matured at the bar, you aren’t seeing things. 

⤷ TEACH ME | music student!anton x pre-med!reader

synopsis otw!

⤷ tbc.

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read your thoughts abt toni re: uni and honestly it made me sad too! i think it’s a sentiment that academic-driven people share (and perhaps also our shared background of being asian and attending top universities) but i genuinely felt for him when he said he was initially planning on attending an ivy. all that doubt that must’ve been paired with the decision to pursue music instead.. i genuinely admire him for his courage to go after what he wants. but i also empathize any feelings of doubt or longing that he has for what could’ve been had he decided otherwise. i’m only hoping that this experience proves itself worthy of all his time and effort.

exactly.. when i'm trying to avoid studying, my thoughts just circle back to him. he's a big motivational factor for me because he genuinely inspires me so much. i'm a stem major so tbh anton and i couldn't be more different on paper but i think there's this down to earth-ness about him that feels so real and authentic!

this is also why i hate when people call him a nepo baby, like, of course, his dad's career probably offered him a lot of insight into the industry early on, but his dad literally tried to push him into a quote-on-quote normative direction. anton was the one who wanted to carve his own path and did a lot of it on his own. he doesn't even let his dad manage his finances, he's been responsible and held his own since the beginning!

he's just like us at the end of the day. i'm sure he feels sad that all of his childhood friends are across the world and that they're able to exist in a world where their actions aren't at risk of everyone's scrutiny 24/7. i wouldn't put it past him if he ever lets his thoughts drift to a casual life as a uni student, experiencing his first frat party with his friends, going thru his first midterm fail, and etc LOL. he really gives me those introspective and sentimental vibes. his version of growing up in his 20s looks so wildly different and the passage of time coupled with how quickly he's been bolstered into the spotlight must make for some interesting nighttime reflections.

i think back to what eunseok said once on bbl about anton's character, specifically about how anton seems to compete in a lane of his own, lives in his own world (makes a lot of sense when you think about how swimming is very much an individual sport) and doesn't concern himself with what others think. he basically said that anton doesn't live for other people's opinions and doesn't really experience things like jealousy and that stuck with me for a long time. it's really something to learn from. his mindset is so admirable and i feel like that's what makes him so strong and stand out in a career like this. he's able to present in himself in a way that's authentic to his real self because he doesn't place all of his value in the external validation of others!

anyways anon :) yes thank you so much for bringing this up and chatting about this i could talk abt it for forever hehehe i'm wishing you the absolute best in your own studies! let's all be like anton and do things for our own best self.

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SECOND NATURE IS SOOOOO GOOOD THANK U

AHHH!!!! thank you so so so much... reading this made me so happy, im glad you like it :) i have so many similar ideas for this couple or just boyfriend anton in general... hehe

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he’s playing in my face with this challengers serve, thinking of him as a famous world class tennis player who is in love with his coach… he's constantly trying to impress her and all of his wins are just to see her relish in her own hard work let’s all #explode and he's lowkey a bit snobby to everyone but her but that's just because he genuinely doesn't like when people flock to him (again he's just in this sport because he's grown attached to his coach who won't give him a chance!!!)

[21stof03]

already writing something for this... what's another wip right... i'm having too much fun with him these days :3

[21stof03]

he’s playing in my face with this challengers serve, thinking of him as a famous world class tennis player who is in love with his coach… he's constantly trying to impress her and all of his wins are just to see her relish in her own hard work let’s all #explode and he's lowkey a bit snobby to everyone but her but that's just because he genuinely doesn't like when people flock to him (again he's just in this sport because he's grown attached to his coach who won't give him a chance!!!)

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second nature.

⤷ pairing: boyfriend!anton x reader | wc: 2.5k

​⤷ summary: anton claims his facial hair grows too fast and pleads with you to help him because he struggles to reach the corners but that's just an excuse. simply put, there's no better feeling than being held by your soft hands. it's become the best part of his morning routine because you transform the mundane task of his shaving routine into a quiet, tender declaration of love. you haven't told him yet, but it's your favorite thing too. ⤷ genre: just complete and utter fluff! ⤷ warnings: a obscene amount of petnames (love, angel, baby, toni, etc.), they’re disgustingly in love! very indulgent of me, what can i say hehe ⤷ song rec: always - daniel ceasar, i’ve been listening looping the clip of anton singing this while on live while i write. here’s the link!

a/n: i wrote this because anton keeps commenting that his beard grows the fastest out of all the members and i can’t stop thinking about domestic moments with him. i'm pretty proud of this piece, so please enjoy everyone! as always likes/blogs are always appreciated, please lmk your thoughts <3

“Baby, sit still. Or I’m going to cut your chin, please.”

You tap his shoulder to get him to stop moving and remind him that you refuse to be held responsible if he inadvertently injures himself. He laughs at that, and ends up pretend-sulking at your attempts to tame his clingy self.

It’s half past nine, and you both have plans to hit the farmer’s market and walk around the park before coming back to make breakfast. Really, that means you’re going to catch up on your weeks while you sit on the bar counter and do your daily sudoku puzzle. You’re just supervising Anton to make sure he doesn’t burn down the kitchen while he makes you your usual Sunday brunch of chocolate chip pancakes with berries, crispy, almost borderline burnt bacon and eggs sunny side up, the only way you can stomach them.

Currently, you’re occupied with the task of shaving your boyfriend’s “beard” that you had to squint at to notice this morning. You’re positioned on top the bathroom counter, while your boyfriend stands between your dangling legs, lowering his knees so you’re eye to eye. You tilt his chin toward your line of vision and carefully apply shaving cream around his jaw, admiring his flawless facial structure as you go. His facial hair hasn’t grown that long; you remember the stubble was only lightly poking you when you kissed him goodnight yesterday, but from afar, the hairs are practically invisible. Still, when the first thing you encountered this morning was him rolling onto you and nestling his head into his chest, looking up at you like a kicked puppy and begging you to help him, you couldn’t say no.

Not that you ever have—pride taking front stage ever since he claimed that you always do it better than he does and his face feels infinitely smoother after your touch. You don’t bother to call him out on his bluff, because it’s really too cute. He still acts like you hung the stars every day, despite dating for over 2 years now.

Around the six-month mark of your relationship, Anton shared with you that, growing up, his dad was a goose dad—a music producer who visited sporadically from his work in South Korea to their estate on the outskirts of New Jersey. For a while, it was just his mom and him until his brother came into the picture. In many ways, you figure that’s why he’s so sensitive about his skin and health, in a way that you don’t quite pick up on in other men his age. He never skips a supplement to this day. Throw in the fact that your boyfriend can be a diva sometimes; you’ve come to understand that Anton loves nothing more than being pampered by those he loves. The first night you slept over at his small dorm, you were shocked to come out of the bathroom to your boyfriend sitting with a book in hand, and a collagen face mask adorning his pretty face.

“Are those masks why your skin is always so clear?”

“A proper magician never reveals his secrets… but yeah. It is.”

Ever since then, you’ve picked up on the small ways he takes care of his hygiene and appearance. He claims it’s only gotten worse since he started dating you, transforming from a broke college student with just a little more than the essentials, such as a few masks his mom drops off when she remembers, to having a special shelf in the bathroom cupboard and a section in his fridge for the skincare products you picked out for him. In his head, he refuses to let you walk around with an unkempt partner, denying the opportunity to give anyone a reason to think that you two aren’t the perfect match even if it’s through a superficial lens.

“Sorry, angel. You’re just too pretty. Wanna kiss you so bad,” Anton’s eyes have been hyperfocused on your lips like a hawk ever since he placed you down on the ceramic. His arms circle your waist like a snake tightening its grip on prey, trying to bring you even closer. His lips are unconsciously set in a distracting pout, the bottom one obnoxiously jutting out in hopes that it’s enough to reach yours, and you have to will yourself to focus on the task at hand.

Anton can’t help it when you’re so gentle with handling him. He feels like you’re holding his whole heart in your hands; he’s wrapped in the tightest loop around your pretty fingers. With you around, his usual 7-minute shaving routine turns into an intentional, love-laced 15-minute ritual. You make everything feel special, he thinks. It’s just a bonus that you’re always so cute with your eyebrows furrowed, trying to get even the smallest of his baby chin hairs.

“My baby is so cute. You’re so cute; did you know that?”

“Yes, Toni. You only remind me like 50 times a day.”

“My bad. I’m actually supposed to remind you 51 times.”

“You’re the cutest ever. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You hum in response, still focused on making sure you don’t prick him when you drag the razor down the side of his chin. His small declarations of love aren’t limited to the morning only, but it’s as if Anton wakes up ready to shower you in affection every day. He’s so incredibly soft, just malleable in your hands when you’re holding him and taking care of him so intentionally like this.

“My favorite place ever. I love sharing this life with you. I want every morning to be like this.”

“Okay, don’t get ahead of yourself now.” You laugh at his antics, partially to hide the fact that your cheeks are getting redder by the minute, the heat also transferring to the tips of your ears.

You finish the last swipe with the razor, run the soft towel you laid out under hot water, and gently dab at his face to get the remaining cream off.

“There, baby. All done.”

“Give me a kiss.”

“Aren’t you going to admire my work first? The mirror’s right behind me.”

Anton makes a show out of quickly shifting his gaze off of you to look in the mirror, head turning side to side as he praises your hard work. His face breaks out into a smile, all while he brings his hand up to touch where the stubble was previously, relishing the buttery softness of it all, and he redirects his attention back to you.

“Perfect as always. My baby’s the best. Now, does she accept tips in the form of kisses or no?”

You can’t hold back the laugh this time. He’s so ridiculous, but he’s all yours. Unable to keep torturing yourself and him like this, you lean in quickly and peck his lips once. Then twice. Then a third time. Just as you tip your head back and decide it’s time to get off the counter, Anton closes the distance between you two to kiss you a few more times until he feels that it’s satisfactory enough.

“Thank you, angel,” he hums in his little happy tone as he expresses his appreciation for you, gleeful and lovestruck as ever.

“Of course, Toni.”

Your mind circles back to the passing comment he made earlier and your face immediately burns up.

“...I want every morning to be like this.”

You’ve thought about it too. You’ve had this reoccurring thought that gnaws away at you: being with Anton feels too easy. It’s too easy to settle into his routine, your life opening up to make space for him just as he’s shown you time and time again that you’re his priority through it all. It’s too easy to imagine yourself moving in together, coming home to him after a long day, celebrating his first job promotion. The apologetic cuddles that will unfold after you disagree and clash over which kitchenware belongs in which drawer. Anyone else would die to be this in love and be in your shoes, but you can’t deny that the thought annoyingly gives you a sense of tense anxiety. How is it this easy? How does he make it so easy?

You certainly didn’t have the worst dating history or hall of fame of bad exes, but that doesn’t mean you pictured a foreseeable future with any of them. Anton is different; he’s always felt too easy to be around from the start, even when you were just friends getting to know each other. You didn’t want to get too comfortable, especially in the beginning, because it scared you to think about how much you could grow to love him and the pieces you’d have to pick up if things ever went South. So you put up walls for a while, but Anton worked at it every day, tearing them down with the gentle understanding with which he held you, as if he never had a doubt that you were the right one for him.

You felt lovesick for the first few months and attributed it to the quintessential honeymoon phase that every couple is subjected to, but you think you’ve known it for a while. That being here with him like this could be forever for you too. He quells your nervous system in a way that used to feel foreign, but now it puts you at ease knowing you belong to someone so wholly. Anton never feels shy about expressing his love for you, his body wired to tell when you’re too in your head. He senses when you’re being too critical of your performance at work or stressed with the pressure of living up to the expectations your parents set for you, and pulls you right out of the hole before you get the chance bury yourself to the chin up.

You think it’s a forever kind of love when he goes out of his way to cook you dinner (despite not having a single culinary bone in his body) when you’ve been eating out too much due to a hectic schedule and tracks your cycle on his phone so that he can surprise you with chocolates, flowers, and all of the things you know you begin to crave. One look from him at you, and he can pinpoint exactly what’s wrong and how to pacify the situation. He always jokes that you came with an instructional manual because he can read you so well.

For a long time, you’ve prided yourself on being hyperindependent, always handling things so well on your own, but you were deluding yourself. Time on this planet is better spent with someone else, and Anton is living proof of that. It once terrified you to depend on him, because you weren’t sure if an Anton-sized hole in your heart was survivable. But you’d hate to think being with Anton is scary, because he’s spent every day showing up to prove to you that this is forever for him too.

You feel immense love for him in the most mundane moments. For example, you find it grossly endearing how he’ll indulge you and share his face masks with you at night everytime you sleep over. The first night it happened, you fell asleep first before him, the exhaustion of the day pulling you into slumber. He admired you for a bit, so shy and in disbelief that you were all his. He lightly tucked the hairs that escaped to frame your face behind your ear, then readjusted himself so he could peel the sheet off your face and toss it into the trashcan he always keeps near his bed before slotting himself in next to you.

This indulgence has only grown in amplitude. Now, it’s become customary for you to accompany him to the bathroom, standing side by side, playfully bumping into each other as you wash and prep your skin for bed. Sometimes, when your routine goes over and he finishes first, he’ll stand idly by watching you. His eyes drill holes into your cheek, admiring the way that blush creeps up, obsessed with the physical effect he has on you, and softly inquire about each step of your routine. And now it’s the mornings that you spend cornered in his arms, pampering your lover so he knows you love him in the same way he does.

“Mmm, babygirl. You there?” You realize you disappeared in front of him.

You yelp as he physically nudges you back out of your thoughts as he circles his arms around your waist, gripping you to lift you off the counter and place you down on the floor.

“Sorry, Toni. Just thinking about what you said. About us spending more mornings like this.”

He tucks you into his side, holding you for a little longer, chin resting on the top of your head. He’s always so warm.

“Ohhhh, that. Yeah. Of course, I picture you in my forever,” he says it fully and unapologetically.

It comes out in a way that makes you feel silly for even doubting that forever was ever up in the air with him. You think there’s nothing left for you to do but melt down into a puddle of ultra-saccharine love.​

When you don’t respond, he continues.

“That’s why I was thinking… After our leases end in May, we can do some apartment searching. Find a cute spot in downtown that works with our budget. Of course, we’ll make sure to get one with an office for you so you can work from home whenever you want,” His words drift off too, and he seems lost in thought, as if he’s already planning the layout of the apartment and where he'll place his bulky instrument collection.​

He looks back up at you, suddenly feeling shy and too conscious of your silence, but the smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know.

“I’d love to, baby. I see you in my forever too.” It feels so good to say it to him. You could say it forever.

His words find solace in your skin, warming you from head to toe. That’s why it’s beyond easy to make time for him and do this for him. Shaving his face, putting on face masks together, taking care of each other like your bodies were put on this earth to do it for each other, like it was written in your genetic code. Like it’s second nature.

You want the promises, and you want the moments in bed spent looking for recipes on TikTok the night before, going grocery shopping the next day, and cooking at each other’s places, navigating life as freshly graduated young adults—you decide you want all of it. You want him. You’re so at peace with him right here.

Everything else will come later, you decide.

A thought pops into your head.

“Hey, if we move in together, I’m going to start accepting cash payments instead of kisses. Zelle, Venmo, or Cash App works, baby. You already know my handles.”

“Baby, my money is yours. You know this already.”

“Hmmm. That I do; you’re the best. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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with great power comes great responsibility

spider-man!anton x reader | 2.1k words

warnings: none really, but perhaps spoilers about spider-man! i'm a casual fan so there may be some scattered references that don't make total sense so please forgive me. a/n: here are some self indulgent and disorganized thoughts because i just went to watch spider-man brand new day and i kinda can’t stop thinking about spiderton… might turn this into a fully fledged fic once i get the chance but for now, here are these hasty thoughts. please let me know your thoughts, i am still pretty new to writing!

Anton has liked you for a while.

He’s actually had a crush on you since elementary school, and now that you’re juniors in high school, he feels silly and entirely too embarrassed to admit he still doesn’t have the guts to approach you. He can't quite explain the pull he has towards you or why only you can tug on his heartstrings after all this time, but he thinks it has something to do with the way his heart skipped a beat watching you tuck a strand of your hair back in PE class all those years ago. Or the way that you’re always the first in the room to finish an exam, backpack slung over your shoulder as you skip out of the room, clearly so happy about your performance. He thinks about how you'd wordlessly stay behind to fulfill your Yearbook duties as Editor-in-Chief and edit the layouts until your eyes were all droopy and soft. His eyes noticed the way you walked around school. He'd smile when he watched the football games, and you were there with your personal camera, capturing the sweaty players up close and occasionally getting pictures of your friends cheering in the stands.

Even now that he’s Spider-Man and makes headlines every day as New York City's beloved hero-arachnid hybrid, he still feels so shy when you’re around—holding his head down and scurrying down the hall, cheeks warming at your gaze following him as if you can see through his backpack and pinpoint the red mask. And yeah, while he cares about all citizens of New York and beyond, he tells himself deep down that his utmost priority is to protect you. He’d genuinely rather get flung from the highest New York City building ten times over than see any hair on your pretty head go missing.

The learning curve to become Spider-Man was steep, and he felt alone more times than he could count, forced to miss out on school events and outings with his club friends to go and handle small bank robberies and sometimes larger-scale operations with Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers. The responsibilities weighed heavily on his seventeen-year-old shoulders, but he knew better than to drag any of his friends into his superhero matters. This was something he was bound to go through alone, and he made peace with that the moment he put the suit on.

But once, while he was hanging from a telephone pole, he saw you out on the street with your personal camera, a cute digi-cam reaching up to snap a photo of him and a freshly bought bouquet in the other. Your lips were jutted out in a pout, eyes squinting, your head angling to match the camera, as if you needed to hone in on him even to get a better picture. He could've sworn his muscles tensed on their own under your watchful eye, deliberately flexing in an attempt to look the best for the photo. He had a stupid jump in his step the rest of his day, and he swore if he couldn't approach you as Anton, he'd be content with you taking a liking to Spider-Man.

He really thinks he could spend the rest of his life just admiring you for as long as your oblivious self will let him, so when you get partnered together for a research presentation in your AP biology class, Anton’s stomach churns with the realization he can’t avoid you any longer. Suddenly introducing himself to you as you rearrange your seats to face each other is more nerve-wracking than the fight he had last week with Scorpion on the Brooklyn Bridge, where he dangled upside down from the edge for over thirty minutes trying to save a family’s car from tipping over.

On your end, you’re wondering why he keeps dodging your glances and can’t meet your eyes when you’ve been going to the same school since elementary school. A thought at the back of your brain approaches before you can shoo it away: He's cute. Sure. Admittedly, you’re not close in any way, but it’d be impossible not to notice the way he’s grown from the small, lanky kid to his built frame, especially in the past year. You think he’s even garnering a little fan club in secret.

You both discuss how you'll split up the role responsibilities evenly, and when Anton’s watch goes off at the same time as the bell rings at the end of class, Anton practically sprints out of the classroom before you can exchange contacts. You shake your head and laugh to yourself, clueless as to where he could be going but opting not to lose sleep over it, as you’ll see him in class again soon. Spider-Man makes the headlines later that day for saving a cat out of a tree, and you smile, thinking about how the hero makes time for even those small things.

Slowly but surely, you guys grow closer through the limited conversations in class. More than anyone, Anton was sure he knew how well-spoken and beautiful you were, always paying attention to the way you effortlessly answered the teacher’s questions on the spot in your shared AP classes. But now that he’s so close to you, he feels dizzy with your scent. You’re delegating him tasks and intermediate deadlines so that you both stay on track and avoid procrastination-induced stress. He nods his head to each thing you say, enamored by how outspoken you can be but also picking up on how you prefer to remain a wallflower at times and not draw unnecessary attention to yourself. You run in a tight circle of friends, and he wants nothing more than to be invited to join. He decides right then and there that he has to get closer and get to know you better. He won’t give up this chance.

When the Punisher comes knocking on his window to warn him that some people are out to get his school, he doesn’t think twice before his body moves, and that’s how he ends up swinging in front of your locker at school. The fact that you’re in danger pushes him to become even braver, and he forces himself to move one foot in front of the other to go and ask you if you want to walk home together, lying about how his house is in the same direction. He really wants to keep you safe… and yeah, maybe the way he can feel the hair on his hands stand up as your arms swing back and forth and make contact is a lucky bonus.

He’s caught between all of his identities and feels so broken down sometimes. He wants to get into Princeton, major in physics, and work for NASA—anything to be closer to his dad's memories, chasing a ghost of a man he can almost feel everytime he gets closer to this dream— but his newfound responsibilities as Spider-Man hold part of him back. He feels so caught up in chasing after what he thinks Spider-Man should be doing that he forgets to slow down and remember to live his own life as Anton Lee.

It’s you who reminds him of that. When exams ramp up, it’s a no-brainer for you guys to study together. Anton’s the first person you feel okay enough around to do that. Your friends talk too much and get distracted, but Anton adds ideas, keeps track of when you’ve been mulling over a question for too long, and jumps in to help you. You both rot in your booked study room, melting down in your chairs until some student worker says it’s five minutes until closing hour, finally causing you to perk up. You smile and pack up your bags, nudging Anton to finish up his last practice question and do the same because it’s become a ritual to rush to the local diner to grab pancakes for dinner and go halfsies on a milkshake.

Between all the small moments of slowly inching closer to one another, you feel Anton has nestled into your once-rigid routine, and you can't shake the feeling that he's begun to take up a large portion of your heart too. You can't help but want to understand him inside and out, and you're overjoyed when Anton finally permits you to see the inner workings of his heart.

You had invited him over to work on the project since there was a part of the poster that you both couldn't get done remotely. In your room, you're working on cutting out some images on the bed while he's sitting at your desk, his left leg moving up and down. It's distracting you; the way his antsiness is bouncing off of him. In an effort to reassure him so you can both focus, you tell him it’s okay because your parents get home late anyway, and your sister is at her boyfriend's. When it's time to wrap things up and go home, you both finally realize how hard it's been raining for the past hour. He tries to tell you that it's fine and he doesn't live far, knowing he can swing back within 5 minutes. When you reluctantly reach for his wrist and pull him back inside before a drop of rain reaches his head, his expression softens. You shake your head, saying you refuse to be held responsible if he gets sick tomorrow and misses class. He settles back down on the couch with you, a comfortable distance set between the two of you, and you reach for the remote to turn on a movie. As you walk into the kitchen with the excuse of making popcorn, it dawns on him that he's stuck at your apartment alone with you. Nothing but the sounds of rain providing background noise to fill the silence between your quiet conversation.

You don't know how who ends up revealing such intimate parts of themselves first or how the distance that once divided you has melted away as your knees brush against each other. That night, he lays his secrets bare and in doing so, his heart too. He unveils to you that all he has left is his aunt, May, and how he misses his parents. Shaking, he admits that he feels as though he's beginning to forget them, and how much that scares him. He’s holding the world on his shoulders, and he's about to crumble any second now. You take it all in, your hands gently holding the heart he’s now placed in your hold, and you become the one to comfort him when his lip quivers with the small fear that you might walk away after knowing these things. Instead, you recount how everything he's shown you is for his parents and reasons beyond himself. It breaks something in you, and you vow always to be the one to listen to him.

You tell him you’re sorry, and that he doesn’t have to continue living in grief. That his parents would want him to chase his own dreams and become his own person. That they don't expect him to fill the shoes they left behind and that it's not a moral failing if he wants to pursue what makes him happy rather than adopt the role of a sacrificial lamb for something he perceives as an external obligation. To top off all the saccharine remarks, you confirm that you aren’t going anywhere, having grown way too fond of his clumsy self, and the look of relief he gives you when the words leave your mouth tells you that he’s finally able to breathe.

You take this opportunity to share details about your own life, too. Anton learns that you’re not very close to your sister because she's always gone, but you’re thankful for your family. You really can’t wait to get a taste of your own independence, though, undeniably bright-eyed about getting into NYU as a molecular cell biology major. His eyes become laced with this undeniable fondness, and his heart swells with overwhelming affection when you share that your end goal is to become a pediatrician, a dream you've had your heart set on ever since you discovered you love working with kids. He swears he falls in love with you all over again as he pictures you bribing babies with lollipops and the way you’d gently place themed Band-Aids on them before patting their heads and sending them back to their families, all safe and sound.

Anton feels like he’s starting to see you in a way he never could before, and he can’t get enough.

a/n: very rushed and abrupt ending but to be continued…

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i have more ideas for this hehe!! i want to flesh it out into a long fic with actual dialogue LOL... hope to get it out in the next 1-2 weeks but i might post a teaser tonight :)

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with great power comes great responsibility

⤷ pairing: spider-man!anton x reader | 2.1k words

⤷ genre: fluff, slight angst (spiderman just has a sad life and goes thru a lot </3) ⤷ warnings: none really, but perhaps spoilers about spider-man! i'm a casual fan so there may be some scattered references that don't make total sense so please forgive me.

a/n: here are some self indulgent and disorganized thoughts because i just went to watch spider-man brand new day and i kinda can’t stop thinking about spiderton… might turn this into a fully fledged fic once i get the chance but for now, here are these hasty thoughts. please let me know your thoughts, i am still pretty new to writing!

Anton has liked you for a while.

He’s actually had a crush on you since elementary school, and now that you’re juniors in high school, he feels silly and entirely too embarrassed to admit he still doesn’t have the guts to approach you. He can't quite explain the pull he has towards you or why only you can tug on his heartstrings after all this time, but he thinks it has something to do with the way his heart skipped a beat watching you tuck a strand of your hair back in PE class all those years ago. Or the way that you’re always the first in the room to finish an exam, backpack slung over your shoulder as you skip out of the room, clearly so happy about your performance. He thinks about how you'd wordlessly stay behind to fulfill your Yearbook duties as Editor-in-Chief and edit the layouts until your eyes were all droopy and soft. His eyes noticed the way you walked around school. He'd smile when he watched the football games, and you were there with your personal camera, capturing the sweaty players up close and occasionally getting pictures of your friends cheering in the stands.

Even now that he’s Spider-Man and makes headlines every day as New York City's beloved hero-arachnid hybrid, he still feels so shy when you’re around—holding his head down and scurrying down the hall, cheeks warming at your gaze following him as if you can see through his backpack and pinpoint the red mask. And yeah, while he cares about all citizens of New York and beyond, he tells himself deep down that his utmost priority is to protect you. He’d genuinely rather get flung from the highest New York City building ten times over than see any hair on your pretty head go missing.

The learning curve to become Spider-Man was steep, and he felt alone more times than he could count, forced to miss out on school events and outings with his club friends to go and handle small bank robberies and sometimes larger-scale operations with Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers. The responsibilities weighed heavily on his seventeen-year-old shoulders, but he knew better than to drag any of his friends into his superhero matters. This was something he was bound to go through alone, and he made peace with that the moment he put the suit on.

But once, while he was hanging from a telephone pole, he saw you out on the street with your personal camera, a cute digi-cam reaching up to snap a photo of him and a freshly bought bouquet in the other. Your lips were jutted out in a pout, eyes squinting, your head angling to match the camera, as if you needed to hone in on him even to get a better picture. He could've sworn his muscles tensed on their own under your watchful eye, deliberately flexing in an attempt to look the best for the photo. He had a stupid jump in his step the rest of his day, and he swore if he couldn't approach you as Anton, he'd be content with you taking a liking to Spider-Man.

He really thinks he could spend the rest of his life just admiring you for as long as your oblivious self will let him, so when you get partnered together for a research presentation in your AP biology class, Anton’s stomach churns with the realization he can’t avoid you any longer. Suddenly introducing himself to you as you rearrange your seats to face each other is more nerve-wracking than the fight he had last week with Scorpion on the Brooklyn Bridge, where he dangled upside down from the edge for over thirty minutes trying to save a family’s car from tipping over.

On your end, you’re wondering why he keeps dodging your glances and can’t meet your eyes when you’ve been going to the same school since elementary school. A thought at the back of your brain approaches before you can shoo it away: He's cute. Sure. Admittedly, you’re not close in any way, but it’d be impossible not to notice the way he’s grown from the small, lanky kid to his built frame, especially in the past year. You think he’s even garnering a little fan club in secret.

You both discuss how you'll split up the role responsibilities evenly, and when Anton’s watch goes off at the same time as the bell rings at the end of class, Anton practically sprints out of the classroom before you can exchange contacts. You shake your head and laugh to yourself, clueless as to where he could be going but opting not to lose sleep over it, as you’ll see him in class again soon. Spider-Man makes the headlines later that day for saving a cat out of a tree, and you smile, thinking about how the hero makes time for even those small things.

Slowly but surely, you guys grow closer through the limited conversations in class. More than anyone, Anton was sure he knew how well-spoken and beautiful you were, always paying attention to the way you effortlessly answered the teacher’s questions on the spot in your shared AP classes. But now that he’s so close to you, he feels dizzy with your scent. You’re delegating him tasks and intermediate deadlines so that you both stay on track and avoid procrastination-induced stress. He nods his head to each thing you say, enamored by how outspoken you can be but also picking up on how you prefer to remain a wallflower at times and not draw unnecessary attention to yourself. You run in a tight circle of friends, and he wants nothing more than to be invited to join. He decides right then and there that he has to get closer and get to know you better. He won’t give up this chance.

When the Punisher comes knocking on his window to warn him that some people are out to get his school, he doesn’t think twice before his body moves, and that’s how he ends up swinging in front of your locker at school. The fact that you’re in danger pushes him to become even braver, and he forces himself to move one foot in front of the other to go and ask you if you want to walk home together, lying about how his house is in the same direction. He really wants to keep you safe… and yeah, maybe the way he can feel the hair on his hands stand up as your arms swing back and forth and make contact is a lucky bonus.

He’s caught between all of his identities and feels so broken down sometimes. He wants to get into Princeton, major in physics, and work for NASA—anything to be closer to his dad's memories, chasing a ghost of a man he can almost feel everytime he gets closer to this dream— but his newfound responsibilities as Spider-Man hold part of him back. He feels so caught up in chasing after what he thinks Spider-Man should be doing that he forgets to slow down and remember to live his own life as Anton Lee.

It’s you who reminds him of that. When exams ramp up, it’s a no-brainer for you guys to study together. Anton’s the first person you feel okay enough around to do that. Your friends talk too much and get distracted, but Anton adds ideas, keeps track of when you’ve been mulling over a question for too long, and jumps in to help you. You both rot in your booked study room, melting down in your chairs until some student worker says it’s five minutes until closing hour, finally causing you to perk up. You smile and pack up your bags, nudging Anton to finish up his last practice question and do the same because it’s become a ritual to rush to the local diner to grab pancakes for dinner and go halfsies on a milkshake.

Between all the small moments of slowly inching closer to one another, you feel Anton has nestled into your once-rigid routine, and you can't shake the feeling that he's begun to take up a large portion of your heart too. You can't help but want to understand him inside and out, and you're overjoyed when Anton finally permits you to see the inner workings of his heart.

You had invited him over to work on the project since there was a part of the poster that you both couldn't get done remotely. In your room, you're working on cutting out some images on the bed while he's sitting at your desk, his left leg moving up and down. It's distracting you; the way his antsiness is bouncing off of him. In an effort to reassure him so you can both focus, you tell him it’s okay because your parents get home late anyway, and your sister is at her boyfriend's. When it's time to wrap things up and go home, you both finally realize how hard it's been raining for the past hour. He tries to tell you that it's fine and he doesn't live far, knowing he can swing back within 5 minutes. When you reluctantly reach for his wrist and pull him back inside before a drop of rain reaches his head, his expression softens. You shake your head, saying you refuse to be held responsible if he gets sick tomorrow and misses class. He settles back down on the couch with you, a comfortable distance set between the two of you, and you reach for the remote to turn on a movie. As you walk into the kitchen with the excuse of making popcorn, it dawns on him that he's stuck at your apartment alone with you. Nothing but the sounds of rain providing background noise to fill the silence between your quiet conversation.

You don't know how who ends up revealing such intimate parts of themselves first or how the distance that once divided you has melted away as your knees brush against each other. That night, he lays his secrets bare and in doing so, his heart too. He unveils to you that all he has left is his aunt, May, and how he misses his parents. Shaking, he admits that he feels as though he's beginning to forget them, and how much that scares him. He’s holding the world on his shoulders, and he's about to crumble any second now. You take it all in, your hands gently holding the heart he’s now placed in your hold, and you become the one to comfort him when his lip quivers with the small fear that you might walk away after knowing these things. Instead, you recount how everything he's shown you is for his parents and reasons beyond himself. It breaks something in you, and you vow always to be the one to listen to him.

You tell him you’re sorry, and that he doesn’t have to continue living in grief. That his parents would want him to chase his own dreams and become his own person. That they don't expect him to fill the shoes they left behind and that it's not a moral failing if he wants to pursue what makes him happy rather than adopt the role of a sacrificial lamb for something he perceives as an external obligation. To top off all the saccharine remarks, you confirm that you aren’t going anywhere, having grown way too fond of his clumsy self, and the look of relief he gives you when the words leave your mouth tells you that he’s finally able to breathe.

You take this opportunity to share details about your own life, too. Anton learns that you’re not very close to your sister because she's always gone, but you’re thankful for your family. You really can’t wait to get a taste of your own independence, though, undeniably bright-eyed about getting into NYU as a molecular cell biology major. His eyes become laced with this undeniable fondness, and his heart swells with overwhelming affection when you share that your end goal is to become a pediatrician, a dream you've had your heart set on ever since you discovered you love working with kids. He swears he falls in love with you all over again as he pictures you bribing babies with lollipops and the way you’d gently place themed Band-Aids on them before patting their heads and sending them back to their families, all safe and sound.

Anton feels like he’s starting to see you in a way he never could before, and he can’t get enough.

a/n: very rushed and abrupt ending but to be continued…

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sneak peek of the college anton fic i’m working on… still very underdeveloped but just pushed this random scene out while trying my hand at writing seriously for the first time in the few years i’ve been on this app… #nervous biblically need to cross paths with anton at a stupid frat party and be saved from wanting to go home. #please

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this shouldn’t have made me laugh so hard but it did.. i loveeeeee watching movies and i smile everytime he goes on bbl to talk about his latest theater outing with the members, or by himself especially because i also just saw odyssey and it was so good and the biggest indulgence would be a little back and forth convo w him on the content of the movie.

god he’s so silly and now i’m imagining film major anton.. they say never date a film bro and i personally did and it was whatever but fuck anton would be different. he’d actually watch films—all kinds like la haine to toy story and agree if people said their favorite movie was kung fu panda because he’s not pretentious at the end of the day. believes film is always up to interpretation and allows others to have fun with it. he loves to take film camera photos and has a separate instagram page for it.

also makes me think about how he said he doesn’t have letterboxd because he’s not that indie or into films like that but i think that even if he was a film major, something about him being a purist and not wanting to rank films based on arbitrary stars would still be his reason for not wanting to get letterboxd LOL.

film major anton who spends a lot of time researching what makes films great, spends hours screenwriting/world-building and editing on premiere pro. he invites you to his film premiere and the red carpets he gets to go to as part of his unis film school program.

also film major anton who believes that most movies should be seen in theaters!!! also him being really into analog and writing things down.. he would carry a cute little commonplace journal around for film thoughts..

if he were to be a movie, i could very much see him as before sunrise series and project hail mary.. very anton coded

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genuinely feel ill at anton mentioning his dream school… and now i’m spiraling…

1) it makes me a little sad for him when i think about how he says he doesn’t keep up w his friends anymore especially because of the lack of geographical proximity and that leads me to spiral into thinking about how it probably plays such a big role into why anton misses new york so much (like duh, but it kinda sits with me that nyc will probably always be his home even if he ends up spending more time in korea because of his career).. his childhood memories, the people who taught him friendship, right from wrong, the early inklings of his identity being formed when he was fiddling with his laptop applications in his room as a middle schooler trying to decipher what sounded good and what didn’t. he’s always so honest with his thoughts too.. like that one long bbl introspective essay of his where he mentioned the huge oak tree that sits in his family’s backyard and will probably be there for the rest of his life. the tree sits there always waiting for his return… eughhhhh T____T

2) i’m aware of how parasocial this sounds but im just a big thinker.. as a uni student myself that attends a pretty competitive school, it makes me think about the difference in the life anton probably first imagined for himself (a byproduct of what his parents envisioned when moving them to the states im sure) but the way he worked so hard in high school—swim practices all day, cello and piano, found time to pursue his hobbies, took such eclectic classes, liked physics, thought about pursuing architecture, and even volunteered to teach babies swim because he loves kids. he made such a big decision so young and so early on in his life, and it's interesting to see how his relationship with being an artist and an idol has continued to change through the messages he shares. like it makes me think about all that led up to him becoming an idol, especially the self-doubt and questioning if he wanted to abandon what was already a prospective spot at a top uni (like with his stats he could’ve easily gotten an athletic scholarship) and i think that’s what makes him feel so down to earth. like in another life, he could’ve been anyone one of us specifically because he’s someone with such interdisciplinary interests.

how lucky are we that he chose music as his own definitive path!!! every now and then, i just think about how amazing and grateful i am to have encountered an idol like anton during this time. all of the minuscule and large choices that led up to his debut, his eventual growth as a person and how he's always doing his best to grow and show us a new side of him, and so forth. as an idol though, he definitely can branch off and dabble in many things as he’s already been. he seems like he has such a knowledge and grasp on the world and i believe that’s in part due to how much cultural capital he experienced as an affluent kid in new jersey but it’s really allowed for him to blossom in a great way. he’s just such a good person and that’s because he was a good kid with good parents who supported him. (this makes it so easy for him to fit into so many roles when writing but also just makes people feel so drawn to him, he’s very unapologetically authentic and himself)

ugh my american college just another kid amongst thousands of students nyu music major anton… if only in another life… i really am in the mood to write for college boy anton now #fuck

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hi! my name is moon, i'm 20, asian and use she/her pronouns. my blog will mainly be anton, mostly sfw, and female pov only.

while i am a briize, i mainly write for anton as he's my bias. i also solo stan jaehyun from nct, and might write for him depending on my motivation. i've been a valentine since 2018, and a teeny/briize since 2024. i will primarily be using this account to express my own thoughts and thinkpieces about anton as i yearn for him quite dearly.

i also am considering writing about sungchan or sohee because they’re also in my bias line and it's easier for me to picture them in certain scenarios due to their personality and i think it'll be fun to explore once i've exhausted my anton ideas so stay tuned!

my asks are always open and i'd love to become mutuals/friends on this space if you're also a briize. i am not personally taking requests right now since i mainly want to grow my writing capabilities since i have been on this app for around 5 years, but never took the chance to write seriously. this may change in the future though!

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