𓏵 having a boyfriend who was in the year above you and popular was not for the weak, especially when he has a whole fanbase that berates you over simply dating him *ੈ✩‧₊˚
ナナ’s ⦂ the request for this fic disappeared from my asks 😭 but anyway thank you anon for requesting ♡
dating someone who’s popular is one thing, but dating the anton lee? that was a whole other thing. if you asked the whole school about him, 97% of them would say they wanted him. to be fair, he is the perfect man – tall, smart, a swimmer, and insanely good looking. it wasn’t a surprise that everyone had an underlying crush on him. and even though he was yours, you couldn’t help but feel a little ticked off whenever someone got a little too close to him.
it was hard getting the students to accept your relationship with anton. first of all, most of them were envious of you, and secondly, you were in the grade below him. everyday, students from anton’s year would come up to you and argue about how ‘they deserved the title as his girlfriend more’, or how ‘you’re too immature to date him.’ it drove you insane. if he had a competition, people would make signs and posters, calling him their boyfriend, and that’s why you didn’t like going to them.
“i’m so nervous, baby.” anton pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. his hands carded through your hair, humming softly as he held you tight. “come to the competition, please?”
“i don’t wanna see all those posters, anton…” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his body. “please, y/n. i wanna see you there or else i’ll come dead last.” he held your face, positioning it so you’d look at his pleading face. “please? just for today. plus, the guys’ll be there, they’ll hide them from you.”
as much as you disliked going to his competitions due to all the posters, knowing it’d put you in a bad mood later, you had to go. for anton, at least. “fine,” you gave in, leaning your weight on anton.
his smile reached his eyes, when you agreed, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “thanks, angel.” he quickly ushered you out of the guys changing room, hearing more people bustle in. “i’ll see you out there.” he pressed his lips to your cheek, letting it linger a little longer this time.
it had been barely ten minutes until you started noticing all the banners, but thankfully you also noticed anton’s friends who were calling you over to sit with them. the competition was gonna be a long one.
more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
the crowd was relatively quiet, but the moment anton stepped out? it’s like he was offering everyone a million dollars. girls screamed his name, standing up and jumping around in the bleachers as he walked out, giving you a small wave.
“they really love your boyfriend, huh?” shotaro chuckled, still astonished by the volume of the mob despite experiencing this multiple times before.
eunseok clicked his tongue at the sight of so many losing it over anton. “don’t they know he’s taken?” his head cocked to the side, eyes squinting. “gosh, they’re insane. look at those posters.” he pointed at a select few, reading them out. “...’lee anton, you’re mine’ oh, yeah no.”
“i can’t believe even the older students do it.” sohee furrowed his brows, as annoyed as you. “it’s so childish.”
shotaro saw how your smile slowly turned the other way around, quickly deciding to say something. “it’s okay, y/n. anton only has eyes for you.” he pat your shoulder, nodding his head.
the swimmers had hardly touched the water and the rally got louder, piercing through your eardrum. and that was just the start. as the tournament went on, the yells for anton just kept on increasing. girls’ squeaking voices rang in your ear, shrills loud enough to break the glass windows.
once anton had ultimately won most of his events, bringing home three golds and two silver medals, his fangirls snapped pictures of him, some even took pictures with him, posing like he was a celebrity.
you made your way down the stairs, ready to congratulate your boyfriend, when another student, one in his year, stopped you in your way, blocking you from anton.
“excuse me, i was here first.” she said in a stern voice, keeping her arm out, defending you as if she was a security guard for anton. “get in line.”
“i’m his girlfriend,” you said, keeping your voice calm, though on the inside you were burning with anger. you attempted to push through her shield of an arm, but she used all of her strength, shoving you back to where you were.
she rolled her eyes at your perseverance. “i don’t care if you’re his girlfriend. you don’t deserve to be, anyway. he should be with someone more mature, someone in his year, like me.”
unbeknownst to her, anton had been listening the whole time behind her.
“could you not block my girlfriend’s way?” he said, clearly annoyed. “i’m dating her and not you for a reason. i don’t care if you’re the same age as me, y/n’s the one for me.”
her face turned bright red, full of embarrassment. “s-sorry…” she managed to mutter before scurrying away.
anton eyed her as she ran away, glaring at her through the corner of his eyes. “hey, baby.” his medals clanked against one another as he walked toward you. “thanks for coming,” this time, he kissed you on the lips, holding your waist with a strong grip. “my lucky charm.” you could feel him smile as he kissed you, smugly showing you off in front of everyone who wishes they were in your position.
“ugh, tonie…” you whined as you pulled away from his face. “your hair’s literally dripping.” you exhaled, grossed out by how your hands were soaked in pool water now.
he drew you back into his arms, giggling as he shook his hair, flinging drops of water on you. “whatever.” he laughed at the way you complained about him drenching your uniform yet still hugged him back.
it was safe to say that you were the only one for him.
₪ synopsis: after years of not speaking, anton and yn unexpectedly reconnect through snapchat. what starts as a simple conversation quickly turns into talking almost every day, despite the distance and different time zones. as their bond grows stronger, yn finds herself falling for an idol who lives on the other side of the world, leaving her to wonder if some connections are worth the distance…
₪ genre: fake texts, smau, one!shot au, fluff, idol anton x non!idol reader, situationship > relationship
synopsis: one of your favorite things ever is texting your boyfriend, lee anton. rightfully so.
› pairings & contents: idol bf!anton of riize x reader, established relationship.
✧ warnings: caring bf anton, mentions of food, sohee x anton agenda, reader is lowk mean but he loves it. that's about it, mainly fluff / crack. header & all other pics used are from pinterest, credit to owners.
a/n; he’s boyfriend af…🤤 ok so someone in my asks requested me to write fwb!anton and baby i tried and accidentally wrote fluffy ex!anton oops😓 i will try again don’t worry !
cw: on & off relationship but it’s not toxic !
summary: exaggerating your minor sickness to get the attention of your sweet ex 👀 !
so imagine if dating anton is your ex but you broke up on super interesting terms like. it wasn’t just a mutual falling out of love or whatever. it was messy and mean BUT. you never actually did fall out of love. either of you… *evil laugh*
so ur at home and ur like minorly sick like, not very sick at all.
like yk when u get sick rly bad, it goes away and then it comes back but not half as bad and for a shorter time? no? well now you do! that’s the state ur in rn.
and u don’t need a hot water bottle or help from your friends, you need tonicetamol. that’s the only thing that can heal you.
so you text him and ur all inconspicuous like ‘hey can i ask you something?’ mind u it’s been no contact for about 3 months. but alas… he replies in 3 MINUTES. drool. but anyway yeah, he’s like ‘what’s up?’ equally as nonchalant even though behind the screen his hearts beating all fast and he’s super nervous
so you hit him like ‘do you remember that place with the really nice chicken soup? that you got me when i had the flu.’ cs he like got you some really nice soup when you had the flu… because he loved you.. 😭( and still does stay with me now ).
he’s like ‘are you sick?’ and he wanted to add baby to the end of that sentence so bad, he’s a creature of habit. but he also knows damn well.
you dramatise the hell out of your little cold;
‘yea i’ve been bedridden all day lmao’
‘just need something to make me feel a little better and that’s the one i’m craving rn’
double texting him?? nonchalance obviously flew out the window.
‘ya, i remember the one’
so he looks over your texts and he’s about to send you a google maps link, the location of this niche little spot that he managed to find the best chicken soup anyone had ever had but before he can make such a blunt and stupid decision, he gets an idea.
‘want me to grab it n bring it over?’
you beam at your phone. wow, so kind. you didn’t even want him to come over. you just wanted him to text you the name of the place so you could get out of your comfortable position in bed and go and spend money on something you could easily attempt to make at home.
you respond ‘if you don’t mind, thank u tonii’ — you knew you were dead wrong using that nickname on him. in a half hour, he’s at your door, with a bag of food. TWO containers of chicken soup… mm… yeah.
and god, i have no idea how this happened but you and toni ended up wrapped up in the same blanket cus there’s only one weighted blanket but you both wanted it…
and i don’t know how it happended but you ended up sharing one bowl of soup because anton wanted soup too but he realised he wasn’t hungry enough to have a full serving…
and— how did this happen? you fell asleep on him watching tv because you have a cold that just makes you so sleepy at all times. gosh.
and the next day after anton goes home, your friends r on your ass about it because this is the second time you and anton have had a weird little reunion and it certainly won’t be the last.
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a/n; i think i’m going through a phase ngl. also,, anton ⬂
genre fluff , non-idol au , anton x fem!reader cw reader has insomnia , kissing , only half proofread wc 787 request yes , (send in thoughts for drabbles!!) note i have not written for riize in forever. will i write more for riize soon? prob not (i haven't watched any content of theirs since like 2023-24, i barely stan them anymore) however clearly i'm still capable of writing for anton ijbol (@haeerizm look at me writing for anton again KSJSK) me writing this at 3:30am is so apt net @kstrucknet
Your insomnia had always been bad until you met Anton. Hours spent tossing and turning every night, trying to find the right position or perfectly cold side of the pillow to help sleep come faster. But it never worked. Room darkening curtains, white noise, asmr, sounds of the ocean— you had tried it all, but your university days were still spent sleep deprived every morning, and a nice new crippling dependency on coffee to go along with it.
Anton first met you in your computer science class where you sat at the back of the room, head buried in your arms as you tried to ignore the stinging of your tired eyes. He tapped you on the shoulder when the professor came into the room to start the lecture, and offered to take notes for you since you “seemed a bit tired”. You didn’t pay much attention to him at first— too absorbed in how awful your day was going to appreciate his soft voice or perfectly sculpted face.
It was only when he showed up the next day, this time with an extra coffee just for you and that same patient smile that you started to pay attention. You shared three classes with him, and each time, he would find his seat next to yours. Over the weeks, you started saving the spot for him. The more you talked with him, the more you learned. He shared the same major as you, and even had similar career goals.
Conversation with Anton was easy, and even seeing him made you feel more awake, even if you were only running on two hours of sleep. You started to cherish the cups of coffee you would share during periods between classes, and instead of beelining it back to your dorm, and how he would tease you about how concerningly little sleep you could function on. Each day he gave you a new stupid sleep hack to try, and everyday you laughed at it and said you would update him if it worked that night. While most of them had been a bust, there were a few occasions you had reported back with an uncontainable amount of excitement at how much sleep you had gotten the previous night. Without fully realizing it, Anton was slowly curing your insomnia better than any medication ever had.
Falling in love with him happened naturally, almost without you putting too much thought into it. His gentle laugh and considerate smile were the highlights of your day, and when he first asked you out on a date, he barely had to wait half a second for you to say yes.
Graduation came and went in the blink of an eye, and sooner than you knew it, you were juggling a new full-time job and apartment hunting with Anton, now your boyfriend of two years. You cringed at the prices of things, soon debating how much you cared about location or amenities when everything was so expensive. When you finally found a decent place not too far from your work building, you signed the lease as soon as you could.
While your boyfriend had already managed to help your insomnia a tremendous amount in university, when you moved in together, he was even more effective. Something about curling up in his arms after a long, exhausting day and completely relaxing to the sound of his steady heartbeat and scent of his cologne had the drowsiness hitting you instantly. And that was even before he did his nightly routine.
Once you were fully settled on his arms, head comfortably rested on your pillow and face a perfect distance from his, there was nothing stopping him from mapping out your features with his lips, pressing each gentle kiss to your skin like you were the most precious thing to him. Anton had always been so soft, so patient, and the way he kissed you before sleeping was like a ritual.
First your lips, and then your cheek. He would whisper something sickenly sweet right in your ear, teasing you even while your eyes were closed. And once he had gotten you flustered enough, he would kiss your temple and then the top of your head, before descending once again to your lips. Each kiss was tender and loving, his plush lips slowly pressing against your skin.
And maybe it was the intent of the action, or the way it felt like he was revering you with every touch, or how comforting the atmosphere was; but it always had you slipping away to your dreams within minutes. Sleep had always been unsettling for you, but when you were with Anton, at home in his arms, it became something precious.
➥ ◜ ⓘ after a long day, you find yourself sharing a bath with your beloved boyfriend, anton.
anton x gn!reader ☁︎ wc . 283 𑇛 ۫ ៹ fluff comfort established relationship ◞♡ library
the warm water laps softly against your skin, the steam curling up in lazy swirls around the edges of the tub. you feel yourself slowly sink into the warmth, closing your eyes as the heat soothes your aching body.
anton quietly sits across from you, his knees brushing yours beneath the surface of the water. he doesn’t attempt to fill the silence with words. instead, he watches you, his eyes filled with admiration.
feeling his gaze, your eyes flutter open. “what are you looking at?” you whisper before the corner of your lips curl into a smile.
anton shifts closer, the water rippling softly beneath you. his hand finds yours under the surface, wrapping around them. he slowly lifts it, pressing your palm to his chest. the rhythm of his heartbeat thrums steadily against your skin, then he brings your hand to his lips, pressing feather light kisses along your knuckles.
“just admiring you” he replies, his voice rough but gentle. you couldn’t help but laugh quietly, shaking your head. “you’re so corny.” anton tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “corny for telling the truth?…”
you look away from him, pretending to be disgusted by his comment, pretending the heat rising to your cheeks was due to the temperature of the bath. “yeah. exactly that.”
anton doesn’t give you a reply, he just continues to smile at you before pulling you closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
when he finally pulls back, it’s only enough to rest his forehead against yours. you could’ve sworn you’ve experienced what contentment felt like before but nothing compares to right now, where you are sharing a bath with your boyfriend.
“stay still” anton spits when you try to escape his torturing hands for the tenth time that night. your boyfriend is moving the dildo inside of you at a taunting pace, making sure you feel every riddle and dip inside of the silicone as he stretches you open. with anyone else you would roll your eyes and tell him to hurry up but you’ve seen anton’s dick and you know damn well you need this otherwise he’d split you open.
“thats a good girl” he whispers as he notices the tension leaving your legs, finally having accepted he’s only doing what’s best for you before his thumb comes down to massage your clit. that night he makes you cum on the second biggest dildo of the set, telling you how proud he is of you and that he’s sure you’d be able to take the biggest one next time. it would still be smaller than his own length but you’re slowly getting there!!!
─────────────────IN WHICH! your local supermarket keeps texting you stupid promotions and when you decide to reply, as a joke, turns out the messages aren't automatically generated.
GENRE!⸻ strangers to potential lovers, bullying each other (for funzies 🤗), imagine/oneshot ,, THIS IS NOT A SERIES!
AUTHORS NOTE! ⸻ created this cause my local supermarket keeps texting me and I HATE THEM. !!😇
