pairing; anton x reader
genre; best friends to lovers, fluff
warnings; none (?)
note; i think this is the shortest scenario i’ve ever written but i hope u guys still enjoy it <3
giving your heart away
in which you and your best friend anton go out for a walk while it’s snowing and he decides to start a snowball fight that ends differently than you’d have ever thought…
“i told you that it would start to snow,” you glare at anton while putting your hands in your pockets because it was so cold outside.
“so what? it’s beautiful. the first snowfall of the year,” anton smiles happily.
and i get to witness it with you, he thinks.
for him, this is the best thing ever, but he can‘t let you know. you two have been best friends for years, so him confessing his feelings for you might change everything.. and he doesn’t know if it would be a good or bad change. all he knows is that his friendship with you means more to him than his lingering feelings and he can’t risk losing it. losing you.
“you know i don’t like snow,” you can’t help but to be angry about this. you’d much rather have stayed at home, where it’s cozy and warm instead of walking outside in the snow, feeling like you’re going to freeze to death.
“well, maybe i can change that,” anton grins before he grabs snow off the ground and forms it into a ball.
you shake your head, taking a few steps backwards. “no, anton, don’t, you’re just gonna make me hate snow even more.”
“are you sure?” anton’s grin grows bigger as he throws the snowball at you.
“ouch! that hurt!”
“oh, don‘t be a baby, that was nothing.”
“i literally hate you so much right now,” the coldness that you were feeling is gone because the anger inside of you is heating you up.
“i know you don‘t,” anton throws another snowball at you, clearly enjoying seeing you act like this. he loves teasing you.
“come on, do something about it. stop me,” and there is another snowball coming at your direction, landing onto your jacket.
now you’re getting really angry.
“i‘m not going to-”, you can‘t finish your sentence because anton throws two snowballs at you. at the same time. one ball misses you, the other one hits your forehead.
it didn’t hurt, but you like to be dramatic so you fall to the ground.
knowing that anton is going to run up to you any second now, you try to hide your grin.
“oh my god, *y/n!*”, anton runs to you as fast as he can. once you see that he is kneeling down and his head is above you, you grab snow from the ground and throw it in his hair. after that, you stand up as fast as you can, laugh and go back a few steps.
“oh, you did not,” anton stands up, shaking off the snow. you stick out your tongue. “oh yes i did.”
“you‘re going to regret this,” anton looks at you, trying to not show how happy he is that you’re finally letting go and loosening up.
“well, you have to catch me first,” you smile while you run away.
it’s actually fun, you think. being here, outside, with anton, playing in the snow.. it feels so relaxing. so comforting.
the two of you keep throwing snowballs at each other and you‘re having the time of your life.
“time-out! my hands are totally dead,” you say, throwing your hands up to show anton how red they are.
“do i look like i care?” anton starts forming another snowball.
“if you want your best friend to keep her hands then yes, you should,” you walk over to the bench, clean the snow away with your hands and then sit down, putting them away in your pockets.
after a few minutes, anton sits down next to you.
“you’re lucky that i want you to keep your hands,” he says.
“oh, you shouldn’t have said that because once they’re not frozen anymore, these hands are going to be forming the biggest snowballs you’ve ever seen,” you joke, bumping your shoulder into his.
“then let’s fasten the process,” you’re surprised when anton pulls both of your hands out of your pocket and holds them close to his chest. you wonder how his hands are so warm even though he was playing as much with the snow as you.
this is it, anton thinks. earlier today, he thought that confessing his love to you is the thing he’s most afraid of to do. but in reality, it’s the thing that will make him feel the most alive. he needs to let you know what you mean to him or else he will regret it for the rest of his life.
it’s now or never.
“how are your hands so warm?” you ask him.
“because my heart is,” he whispers, looking straight into your eyes.
your heart flutters.
it always flutters when you’re with anton. it’s just what he does to you. you have tried so many times to not think about him in that way, but you can’t help yourself.
everytime you’re with anton, your heart starts beating so fast that you’re afraid it’s going to pop out of your chest and right into his hands. giving your heart away.. it frightens you. but right now, you feel like the only person you should give it to is anton. maybe his warmth will keep your heart safe just as he’s saving your hands from freezing to death right now.
“my heart always feels warm when i‘m with you,” now anton looks away. he‘s a little embarrassed to have said this, but he doesn’t regret it.
he starts playing with your hands.
“holding your hands like this.. it’s something that i’ve always wanted to do. that i keep want to do in the future, too.”
if he would have said something like this to anyone else, anton would have cringed. but for some reason, saying those things to you, in this very moment, feels more than good. it feels freeing. it feels right.
anton looks up to you again.
“i know with saying those things i might have ruined everything but i just needed to get it off my chest.”
his eyes sparkle in the moonlight. it looks like they’re holding the whole galaxy inside of them and you want to look at every single star.
“if you don’t feel the same way just tell me but i will probably put my head into the snow afterwards so you won’t see how embarrassed i am,” anton smiles unsurely.
“no, i will gladly put your head into the snow myself,” you grin, sliding closer to anton.
he looks surprised.
“but before that, i will kiss you. okay?”
anton looks even more surprised, but in the best way possible. he nods, pulling you closer.
the second your lips collide with each other, you forget that you’re sitting outside while it’s snowing and how cold it is. being this close to anton makes you feel so warm. it makes you forget where you are. the only thing that matters is that you’re with him.
maybe going outside with anton wasn‘t a bad idea after all. actually, you couldn’t have imagined a better thing to do.
and just like the snow keeps falling down, you keep falling even more for anton each second that passes while the two of you kiss. you‘ve offically given your heart away and you know there’s no one better than anton to keep it safe.
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