#anne x reader

[amphibiahawks321]

M!Reader : Hey Anne!

Anne : Hm? Oh! Yes Y/N!

M!Reader : I like you!

Anne : .....

[Anne starts blushing red as a tomato]

Anne blushing : i like you too Y/N!

M!Reader : See iron? It's completely okay to tell your friends you like them!

Iron : .....

Iron : Anne just fainted-

[sinsmockingbird]

This thought has been plaguing my mind all weekend, and I just needed to write something on it.

CW: SFW under the cut

I've had thoughts on surrogacy recently (strange, I know). Which lead me to thinking of becoming a surrogate mother for an [Insert Ship]. Really this idea can be used for any wlw ship, but there was one that stood out to me, that @sea-lanterns so kindly gave me thoughts for. That ship being IronAnne; Iron x Anne from PTN.

So, just hear out the idea I have. Maybe I'll expand on it more in the future if people want me to. Also feel free to let me know what other ships you think this idea could work with.

It wasn't exactly an- ideal situation in Iron's eyes, at first. She didn't like kids and didn't want them, she found them to be pretty disgusting and insufferable. But, Anne did want them. It was a conflicting situation for the doctor- she didn't want to have kids but she desperately wanted to see her beloved happy.

It took some time and convincing for Iron to give in, but she made it very very clear to Anne that she wasn't carrying it. It was a disappointment to the nurse but she didn't fight it, just happy with the fact Iron ended up agreeing and being more open to having kids with her.

The disappointing part was that Anne couldn't have kids of her own, due to health reasons and high risk of death during birth. It left the couple with few options, but in the end they decided to get a surrogate.

Anne would lend one of her eggs to the surrogate and they would then get an anonymous sperm donor. It was quick and easy- well everything except finding someone who they thought and trusted could carry their child. It was a long process of countless interviews with different people, but finally in the end, they found someone.

They found you.

The process went smoothly and in no time you were pregnant and carrying Iron and Anne's child. Because of this you moved in with the two, and they both took time in caring for you in anyway you needed.

Iron always made sure you and the baby were healthy with weekly checkups she could easily do from home. She may have been cold and quiet most of them time, you knew she was genuinely appreciative of you for agreeing to be their surrogate. She would make this known with small gestures, either with soft touches, or going out of her way to do minor things for you without a word.

Anne was quite the opposite. She was basically glued to your side, always telling you how thankful she was for what you were doing. She was kind and open, always helping you with minimal things, like helping you up from the couch, bathing you, or feeding you dinner during times the pregnancy got hard. She was so caring to you, always making sure you were alright and comfortable.

It wasn't a surprise that you'd fall in love with them.

At first you'd try your hardest to kerp your feelings at bay and push them aside. You were simply a surrogate, carrying their baby. They were a happy couple so obviously in love with one another that you didn't want to ruin anything between them because of your feelings.

But on one particular night, where Anne was being especially attentive of you, you couldn't stop yourself from kissing her. You had pulled away quickly, apologizing profusely to her. But Anne simply cupped your face innher hands, kissed you again and told you she had been waiting too long to do that.

You were relieved to know she reciprocated your feelings- but then you remembered Iron. You liked her as well just as much as Anne, but how were going to tell her that? How would she react to her lover liking and kissing you back?

Anne didn't hesitate to answer when she began talking about how her and Iron had begun to fall for you during your stay with them, that they weren't sure how you'd react to their feelings. But lucky for them you liked them back as well.

Telling Iron about what occurred and about your feelings, it wasn't long for you to join their relationship. It was perfect, they were perfect. Always showing you love in their own special ways, making sure to care and love you. They were also quick to accept you as a parent of their child, and you were ecstatic to give birth to their- no your guy's baby.

And once they were born, you couldn't haven't been happier to have gained two new partners and a child from deciding to become a surrogate.

[fandomnerd9602]

Starlight x Male Superman Reader

The reader is a Kryptonian and he's dating Annie. During the final battle in Season 2, the reader lands in front of Homelander and Stormfront, fighting against both of them.

Y/N lands in front of Homelander and Stormfront…

Y/N: I’m not with Vought. So I’m really gonna enjoy not having to hold back

Stormfront throws a punch, Y/N grabs her fist and shatters her hand…

Y/N lasers Homelander through the head…

Starlight runs in and finishes off Stormfront…

Y/N: baby are you okay?

Anne: yeah. I love you so much

Y/N: I love you. What do you say we start our own real super team?

[nian-7]

OMG A NEW BLOG WELCOME! *hugg*kdjsks Can I ask for Bae's reaction (separately) when his reader fem steals a kiss from them, I mean she plans a fun strategy to get them closer~ and when they least expect it zaaz she steals a kiss from them xdd hehe thanks youu and have a good day :')

HI!! THANK YOU! please enjoy!!

Allen, Hajun, Anne x fem!reader

✧stealing a kiss

✧fluff

-Completely oblivious to the fact that you're creating fun plans just to steal a kiss and it catches him off guard each time. Suddenly plopping down beside him while he's thinking of lyrics? He just thinks you're coming to help him until you turn his face towards your own to steal a kiss from his lips. He gets hella embarrassed just from the shock of it.

-Allen tends to just not even realize that you've made a game out of it even though Anne and Hajun can clearly see what you've been doing. He's pretty easy to shock with a kiss if you enjoy seeing his blushing face even when he laughs off the warm feeling inside him. He's just happy to have gotten a kiss from his girlfriend!

-Sometimes he tries to beat you to it because he thinks that you came by to steal another kiss and gets confused when he sees your slightly shocked face. He's not particularly slick about trying to beat you to it either, you clearly can tell when he's thinking about it because he gets a bit fidgety since he's a bit nervous.

-" Wha- What'd you do that for, babe?! Outta nowhere too! "

-He's literally so annoying about it... After he figures it out, which will happen pretty quickly, he starts to dodge them. He thinks it's funny just watching you pout about it. You'd have to get really creative with your plans to get in close enough.

-Hajun plays off dodging the kiss so smoothly though even with that smirk on his face that tells you he knows exactly what he's doing. Best time to even catch him off guard is when he's tired in the morning or at night. Even then he'd probably see it coming and just let you.

-Best way to catch him off guard with your plans is being either extremely bold or just making him turn towards you after his back was previously facing you so that you can catch his lips in a kiss. But either way, still very annoying about it like he can't just let his pretty girlfriend give him the kiss she wants to give him.

-" Ah, what are you trying now, hm, (name)? Now where did I put those coffee beans... "

-It's very easy to steal a kiss from Anne when they aren't paying attention. It doesn't take much persuading for them to even want a kiss in the first place.

-Simply cuddling up to each other for a movie night and then leaning over to kiss them on the lips is enough to make them smile at you. They find it cute when you try to seem sneaky about it and they just end up playing along with it.

-Anne looks forward to all the fun little plans you try to create to steal a kiss from them. Whether those plans are bold or not doesn't matter, they just like that you're having fun with it (much to Hajun's annoyance when you happen to do it in front of him).

-They'll have a sweet smile on their face as they look at you asking if you wanted another. They'd enjoy your flustered expression or if you decided to tease back. In all, Anne loves your cute plans to steal kisses and will always play along with them.

-" Do you want another one~? "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[lovelyangelxxx]

if possible i would like to order some hdcs for bae ^^ with a mc fem who has tactile hypersensitivity so physical contact is very difficult for her :'^ but if she touches the same person or object multiple times she may get used to it over time ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა that would be~ thank you very much for the blog ^^)/

metanoia | paradox live bae x fem reader

metanoia; (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life.

→ how they react with a hypersensitive partner

→ fluff, g/n reader 

→ allen sugasano, yeon hajun, anne faulkner

~ hii, thank you so much for requesting! i hope i understood the prompt well enough to create something to your liking :))

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allen sugasano ♡

~ in the beginning of your relationship, allen was shocked when he first saw you retract from his touch. he immediately asked if he had done something wrong, but you silently shook your head. you quietly explained your hypersensitivity to him. he silently nodded and patiently waited until you finished. he gently smiled and explained that he’s completely willing to take it slow with you and will be supporting you every step of the way. he promises to always be considerate and patient, and vows to always love you. in his eyes, you’re perfect, angelic, precious, and someone he will unfailingly devote himself to. 

yeon hajun ♡

~ from the start even before you started dating, he noticed your hypersensitivity before you got the chance to tell him. he’s extremely aware of how you feel and pays close attention to your mannerisms. he eventually confronts you about it and you explain the situation to him. he smiled and reassured you that he will do his best to help you and that the relationship between you won’t change. after a while, you become more comfortable with his touch, however he will still ask if you’re okay. there are times when you back away from his touch, but hajun is always patient and willing to work with the woman he loves, trusts, and adores.

anne faulkner ♡

~ anne cares for those closest to them and will put others above themself, so when anne finds out about your hypersensitivity, they’re initially worried and extremely cautious around you. however you reassure anne that over time you will become used to their touch. it takes a while for both of you to overcome these obstacles, but anne continues to be supportive and cheerful, always making sure you’re not pushing yourself too hard. anne waits patiently for you to become comfortable and when you first kissed anne, they were so happy their eyesight went hazy and they went starry-eyed. anne definitely believed that it was worth the wait. 

[welcometothedopeworld]

I "Hate" Fashion ~ *Anne Faulkner*

Summary: You're way behind in your fashion design work and Anne wants to help. However, they help you in a much bigger way than you anticipated...

Pairing: Anne Faulkner er X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 849

Warning: Anne uses they/them pronouns

Masterlist

“This is dumb.”

“It’s ironic, that’s what it is.” Anne chuckled, as they looked over your shoulder at the work you spread out on the table. “Either way, I think it still looks cute.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands, trying not to look at the simple graphic tee-shirt with the words "I "Hate" Fashion" printed on it. 

“At least you’re having fun with my misery.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to make light of a tough situation.” They shot back. “It’s not my fault your boss gave you such a tough deadline.”

“And if I don’t meet it, I’ll be sacked.” You shudder at the thought before looking over all of your designs and fabric swatches. “Hand me those scissors. I need to finish all of these designs before tomorrow.”

They grabbed them but paused before handing them over. “You’re not going to cut up that shirt, right? Because I think it’s hilarious.”

You roll your eyes. “It was a hate project I threw together because of this ridiculous deadline.”

“Still. I like it.”

“Fine! I won’t cut it up!” You huff before leaning back in your seat and rubbing your eyes. “Now will you hand me the scissors already?”

Finally you had the scissors in your hand and you began cutting out patterns. This was not how you wanted to spend your night with Anne and the rest of BAE. But your boss had moved design critiques up to tomorrow. Since you didn’t have all of your designs done, you were scrambling to finish in time. Anne assured you it was totally okay to be working while you were supposed to be hanging out, but you still felt bad.

The worst part was how boring this round of designs was. You went into fashion to be creative and have fun. It didn’t help that your boss took everything seriously and you never seemed to make anything he liked. That’s why you made the “I "Hate" Fashion” shirt. It was fun, unique, and cute! But you didn't think your boss would like it…

Then again... when did you start caring what your boss thought?

You perked up at the thought before dropping the scissors and picking up your pencil instead. Inspiration struck and now you needed to get everything on paper before translating it onto fabric.

Anne noticed your furious sketching and chuckled. "What are you doing? You have a deadline coming up. You shouldn't be screwing around."

“Now is exactly the time to be screwing around!” You informed them.

They tried to look over your shoulder but you denied them a peak until you were finished with five new designs. When you presented the sketches to them, they lit up. "Now this! This is fashion! You have to make these!"

You twirled the scissors around on one finger, causing them to duck for cover. “What do you think I'm doing?”

“I think you need to stop playing with scissors.”

You gave a small, fake pout before setting them down. “Alright. Now, hand me that bolt of satin over there.”

When they handed it over, you unwound it and draped it over your body. “How do I look?”

“Like a crazy person.”

You giggled. “I know! Now you try!”

They laughed and took a half-finished skirt to slip over their head so it rested on their shoulders. They laughed harder as they twirled around the kitchen. “Now this is what I call high fashion.”

"Exactly! Turn on some music and help me get these designs done!" You exclaimed before cutting into the satin still draped over your body.

While the two of you worked on your new designs, Anne played dress up with your half-finished projects with you. You also took plenty of candid shots of the two of you having fun dancing and wearing different fabrics in different styles. Allen and Hajun thought the two of you were crazy, but neither of you cared. Instead, you fell back in love with your passion for fashion. This is why you wanted to be a designer in the first place. You never felt happier than in this moment.

The two of you crashed three hours later, laying in a pile of fabrics and patterns on the floor of the kitchen. You weren’t sure if it was all the caffeine or the fact you were so sleep-deprived, but you couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun.

"You know," They whispered in the silence of the early morning. "I think this is your best collection yet."

"It's only five pieces. It's not a collection."

They giggled. "No, but it could be. All you have to do is design more."

"I can do that." You shrug.

"I know you can." They assured you as they turned to smile at you. "Because you've got that look in your eye that you had when you first started this career path. I'm glad you got it back."

Smiling back at them, you take their hand in yours. "And it's all thanks to you, Anne."

"I'm glad I could be your inspiration."

[frickingnerd]

fake dating anne shirley cuthbert

pairing: anne shirley cuthbert x gn!reader

tags: bullying (anne being bullied), protective!reader, fake relationship, fluff, mentions of (mean) gilbert

you were quite popular in your class and had been even before anne joined the class

anne didn't like you right away, believing you to just be one of those mean popular students, who'd mock her to get a laugh out of their friends

but you were different and anne soon learned that! 

when gilbert was teasing anne about her hair color, tugging on her braids, you grabbed his wrist, calmly telling him to stop

despite gilbert claiming it was just a joke between friends, you insisted that he'd leave anne alone and stops those childish jokes

ever since then, people started to playfully tease you too, asking if you protected anne from gilbert because you were crushing on her

you didn't humor them, though when anne was being teased by a few of the boys one day, you changed your attitude towards that

you stepped in once more, this time telling them to 'leave your girlfriend alone or they'd regret it'

everyone went quiet, their confusion clearly visible, but the boys eventually apologized and quietly hurried away

word spread quickly about you calling anne your girlfriend and despite just saying it in the heat of the moment to help her out, you soon had to start acting the part

anne wasn't too thrilled about it, but you ensured her you had no intentions of forcing a relationship onto her and that this was just to help her out

begrudgingly, anne agreed to play along as your girlfriend, though only until the school year ended, after which you two would have to "break up"

[mistkisbiggestfan]

Could you do Anna with a survivalist reader

Anne x Survivalist! Reader

A/N: Finally got to work on my inbox!! Requests are open, kinda wasn't sure what to do at first so I hope this is okay! <33

Y/N is gn here btw, love you guys!! Word count: 1.6 k

As a survivalist you were prepared for every case, you knew how to start a fire, how to hunt, forage. Anything there was to learn about surviving you knew. So when that one day while walking through a park, you suddenly landed in a place hostile at every step, you were more than prepared. You learned how to survive on your own many years ago, sometimes sneaking out just to spend your night outdoors with nothing.

By the mark of two months you were already stacked, you found out about civilizations living around this place called Amphibia. Frogs, Toads and Newts you supposed. But it didn’t matter, you were by yourself, put through dangerous situations out there in the wilderness, by choice. And all this—the harsh weather, hostile brutes lurking at every other living creature and the strangeness of it all—had no effect on you. That was not for the fact that you were long familiar with it, you were a newcomer in the land. But it was for that you were well prepared for anything coming your way. 

Dressed in chitin cuirass, made of Barbari–Ant’s hide that you polished and remade, it consisted of a hard chestplate and backplate fastened together, leaving the limbs free and light. You killed off two of them after they lost their horde, although they’re fast, aggressive and vicious, they were no match for you. Their pincers served as tools for your use.

Walking through the local market all the eyes were directed at you, knowing you weren’t in this town yet you realized it wasn’t the best idea. “Oi look! There is another one!” – You heard one of the Frogs say, you sent him a cold glare and saw his soul almost leave his body. 

The locals stared in awe at your cuirass and knives made of stings of many unfortunate insects that crossed your road. You sighed as you heard another whisper – “This one is surely less, hm, lanky than our Anne.”. 

Remembering the town’s motto, you couldn’t really be mad. — Slow to accept, and even slower to respect. — You muttered to yourself.

Sighing, you walked into one of the shops. “Leopold Loggle’s”: The sign read, door creaked loudly as you walked in, your armor scraping against the wooden frame. Everything inside was wooden, the shopkeeper nowhere in sight. Looking around you finally spotted a light blue axolotl with dark blue gills, his mouth was almost covered with his large ashy mustache. You could tell by the looks of it that he was a rather passionate wood carver.

You walked over to him, the axolotl was rather surprised at the sight of you, gasping slightly he looked at you cautiously. 

— Can I find a weapon here? — You said, waiting for his response. 

— Of course you can… not. — He said with a pause, giving you hope for a moment.

— Do you know a good place for that then? 

— Absolutely, I do…n’t. I don’t. — He said weirdly again.

— Why do you keep doing that? — You finally asked, confused by his pattern of speech. By now he moved, standing behind his counter.

— Old smithing accident, I tripped on an anvil. Landed neck–first on a metal pipe. Pierced my voice box clean through! That’s why there is no blacksmith in Wartwood anymore. — He said, you nodded, not really disgusted by his story. Bad things happen, as a survivalist you learned how to accept them and adapt to them. — Switched to wood after that. Anyhow, I’m afraid I can’t do much for you. 

Nodding again you turned around, ready to head out. — Wait, tell me, few have made it out alive after meeting a Barbari–Ant, fewer yet collected a trophy. You seem different from the other one of ya monster ‘round here, and I haven’t seen ya here yet, you from somewhere else? 

— I’m currently resigning in the wilds near this town. — Before leaving, a sudden realization hit you. 

— What do you mean, “different from the other one”?

— I am fairly sure I’ve seen another one of ya creatures here, in Wartwood. — He said, you acknowledged the fact and nodded to him as a sign of saying goodbye. You noted his words and carried on with what you were doing.

Once outside, you left Wartwood rather quickly, skipping its main road and just heading off back to the wild woods you had your camp in.

As you came back to your resting area, you set up some traps along the way, hoping for a game to fall into them. During this time, a foreign to you girl ran through the town’s square with her best friend, Sprig, by her side. 

She couldn’t shake off a feeling that she missed something prior to now. Both of them ran into the Leopold Loggle’s. At the sight of Anne Lepold murmured to himself. — Yes, yes I knew that there were other kinds of ya ‘round here somewhere.

— Did you say something? — Sprig asked him, as for they were close enough to hear.

— Oh yeah, yeah. — He turned to Anne herself and spoke up. — Ya didn’t tell anyone there were more of you around. It stirred up the whole Wartwood just a second ago. 

Anne and Sprig looked at eachother confused, the girl quickly jumped into action asking questions, hoping it was either Marcy or Sasha, her other best friends also stuck in Amphibia. 

— What did they look like? That was probably Marcy! My friend from back home.

— Well, they had H/L that was H/C colored, they also wore Barbari–Ant armor. They were slightly taller/shorter than ya. Kinda different, really different. They were definitely stronger and more harsh looking than ya, kid. — That confused Anne, her friends were very different from the description that Loggle gave her. 

— Are you sure dude? — She said, confused.

— Of course… — They expected him to say something that fit his style but he continued. — I’m sure. They said they live in those wilds next to Wartwood, pretty dangerous if you ask me.

Both best friends looked at each other and ran out of the woodsmith’s shop. — Thanks Loggle! — They yelled behind them.

— Do you think what I am thinking? — Anne asked Sprig he nodded.

— Yeah! We gotta find that person. — He said as Anne agreed. 

Soon they came up with a plan, it only took a few minutes, they decided that Sprig will stay and deceive Hop Pop as Anne will go out and find the mysterious person. Meanwhile you were chilling by a fire you set up, laying on the soft moss, a calm moment among the dangerous wilderness. 

As Anne entered the woods after asking for directions, she was met with nothing other than light footsteps left in the mud. She stepped forward and regretted not having both shoes on. Walking cautiously she looked around, only wind accompanied her. 

Shuffling through the woods she realized she's not even sure about the person you are. Lost in thought, Anne didn’t even realize when she stepped into a trap, a handmade rope tied around her foot and pulled her up, she shrieked, now dangling in the air she realized the bad situation she landed in. 

Growing nervous she heard something inching closer. A figure soon emerged from the thick bushes, walking over to the place where rope was tied, she saw them taking out a makeshift knife. She heard a snap as she came tumbling to the ground, scrambling to get up she saw the person coming closer and taking out a hand towards her. — Uh, are you okay?

Anne froze in her place, she looked you up and down, shocked to see other human in Amphibia after all this time spent with Frogs and others. — Hello..?

— Oh my god, am I dreaming? — She said, more to herself.

— ..Sorry..? — You asked confused, blushing from the weird reaction of Anne’s, she quickly picked herself up and blushed slightly, she could swear she had seen you before, somewhere in her school and then it clicked. She knew you, Marcy and Sasha always teased her about looking at you during lunch or always stumbling on her words when she talked with you. 

— You’re Y/N, right? I’m Anne Boonchuy, we used to go to the same school before… — She mentioned everything around her. — all this happened. You don’t even know how happy I am to see another human after all this time dude! 

You observed her closely before she tackled you into a bear hug, she was right, you remembered her, vaguely, but still. You remembered how she always talked with her friends and got into trouble. After breaking apart you saw her grin at you. Then you noticed a slight gash on her forehead. — Come on. — You gestured for her to follow you, while you walked she asked you questions to which you replied quickly. 

Finally you walked back to your camp, the fire was shining and burning brightly. She gasped and started to look around, slightly flustering you. — This is where you’ve been living all this time? — She asked as you nodded, taking out a bangade and purified water you previously boiled. 

Anne sat down on the hammock you set up for you to sleep during the night. You washed off the wound and bandaged it while talking with her about everything that happened in Amphibia, comparing your experiences so far, you talked for a long time, to your surprise, you missed talking with anyone. It reminded you of the fun but short times you shared with Anne.

Maybe you can finally get closer to each other? 

You smiled at the thought and went back to talking with Anne, this encounter marking a new chapter for both of you.

[amooo1023]

Out of all of the girls, (especially when she later became an adult in the series) I think she would the tamest of them all due to how much she actually grew during her time in amphibia. I also want to tell you how much I actually enjoyed writing this so thank you anon. Anyways, there's both a romantic and platonic side of Anne in this but the platonic one is way shorter due to how little changes with the romantic one. (There's a small cut between the romantic and platonic involving the reader thinking about their friend. Anyhow, enjoy!

Yandere Jealous Anne x Reader (AFTER HEADCANONS)

• Anne isn't quick to get jealous or violent. However when it came to you, it was mostly suspicions that later turned into jealousy.

• Her thoughts would pass through like "Why were you with them?" Or "Why did you look so happy with them?" She wasn't jealous at first, instead introducing herself to your friend and starting simple conversation to get to know them.

• At first it was nice and simple. Your friend was relatively humble, nice and barely seemed to push any topics. She was fine with them, she didn't mind you being friends with them.

• Depending on how your friend felt about you, maybe they were in love with you or maybe they were simply your best friend. Anne would eventually get jealous.

• If your friend romantically liked you she would be quick to get irritated. However not showing an inch of frustration or retaliation towards them. Only listening while silently seething her teeth.

• She would notice how happy they made you, and although she was happy you were happy it was more less over that you might catch feelings for them. And she noticed your blush tinting and reforming on your cheeks whenever they were near you. Because of this she grew jealous and would be a lot quicker to even get there due her noticing your friend's romantic feeling to you.

• She was jealous she couldn't make you blush or smile that warmly at her. She wanted to be in your arms and also you be in her arms, but those goals and dreams had slowly started to crack the more your friend who obviously loved you showed you affection and you only reciprocating it.

• She was also starting to notice how you slowly but shortly started to gain feelings for them too. It was draining.

• Anne would probably try to manipulate you and your friend. And although she wasn't that good at it she knew almost everything about you already so it wasn't that hard to make you see her more than your friend. And while she slowly got more affectionate with you, you would be with her more and more. While she was spreading lies about you to your friends and lying about your friend to you.

Your friend would then suddenly disappear from your life. A friend you once thought you loved and knew. But perhaps it was for the best. Anne told you about what they did, she was bad influence, you knew better now.

• Again Anne would use any method besides violence to get people out of the equation and even then she doesn't always need to get rid of them.

• What if your friend like you platonically then? How would Anne even manage to get jealous then? Simple, they were stealing you away from her. Or you gained feelings for them.

• Almost every single moment of your life would be spent with your friend and she went mostly ignored. You would always hang out with them. It was unfair. She wished she could be as good of a friend you considered your friend to be. No, infact she was BETTER than your friend. She could be better! Just give her a chance, just let her prove herself to you.

• It didn't take long before you announced them as your best friend which hurt Anne. She didn't show it though.

• But at the same time she knew your friend wasn't exactly bad so she kind've felt bad about distancing both you from each other.

• Anne would probably do the exact same thing to both of you if it was platonic. It would be just less quicker and less affectionate and well all romance.

• Anne isn't really a bad yandere, even when she's jealous she's not THAT bad. She's actually pretty tame due to how much she grew during her time in amphibia. She would probably be worse if she were still the teenager who first got warped into that portal. Just falling madly in love with another teenager who she felt was just like her.

• Again probably the most tame out of all of the girls, Sasha would probably be in the middle and Marcy would probably be the worst of them all considering her obsessive and otherwise sometimes delusional clingy behavior.

[tea-plantz]

hi!! i just saw the post about you accidentally deleting my request, but its okay! so if its good with you could you do an anne boonchuy x fem!reader where the reader had a bad day or is sad in general and anne comforts her? lots of hugs please, ty!

Hello, and thank you so much for resending the request! Here you go sweetie<3

She/her for Anne

She/her for reader (this is gon’ be a gay fic you guys🥳)

Anne Boonchuy x fem!reader who’s feeling sad

When this girl finds out that you’re feeling under the weather, let me tell you, you’re NOT getting away! Anne’s going to smother you in love until your feeling better!

First of all, she’s going to find out the reason as to why you are sad, giving you a supportive smile while nodding along as you tell her about your issues.

Anne is probably going to bring you with her to a comfy place to lay down, gather all the blankets in the house, make you a cup of tea and some snacks for comfort, before just holding you.

This girl is definitely a ‘you cry, I cry’ type of person.

The brown haired girl is honestly one of the most understanding and caring characters in Amphibia, so you better believe that she’s gonna stay and comfort you the whole day, canceling any other plans she may have had.

HUGS, HUGS AND MORE HUGS!! One of Anne’s main love languages is physical touch, as well as words of affirmation and act of service. The brown eyed female is gonna completely CRUSH you with her affection.

If you guys are at her place, she’s probably also going to go and get Domino for you since c’mon, who doesn’t get happier by cats!

I also feel like Anne is the type to put on some sad music, while laying down and crying with you, cuz even though the Thai girl is a super supportive character, she’s also an incredibly funny and dorky person. Trying to cheer you up through humor is one of her favorite things to do, since then she gets to see that adorable smile of yours. Some methods she might also use are tickling so be prepared!

Watching funny videos on her phone is a MUST (unless you’re feeling really sad, in that case she’s gonna be way more serious)

If the reason to why you are feeling so down is something serious, Anne’s gonna go full supportive girlfriend mode. “Hey, hey. Look at me, it’s all gonna be alright, okay? I’ve got you sweetheart.” Of course, if it’s something to actually be worried about, she’s probably going to talk to her parents about it, all while having a nagging, nauseous feeling in her stomach. She just cares about you, and loves you so much! Therefore, she doesn’t want her baby to deal with all of this stuff alone without getting any help!

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“Hi y/n! Why’d you want me to come over? You wanna hang out or- *ghasp* you’re crying! What happened!”

You looked at the brown haired girl in front of you with glossy eyes. “Hi Anne *sniff*, I-it’s nothing, I’m just having a bad day and I *sniff* I wanted to see you.” You said as you stood there awkwardly, looking down. “Wha- but that IS something! And as your girlfriend, it’s my duty to comfort you!” Anne held her hand to her chest (y’know, sorta like a knight) making you giggle a bit. She really was sweet in a dumb way.

For the rest of the day, you and Anne cuddled in your room, while Anne comforted you to the best of her abilities. “You are the most beautiful, perfect, precious girl in the whole world and I’m so lucky to have you.” She said while looking down at you with the most loving eyes. You swung your arms around her waist as you buried your face in her chest, letting it all out. The whole day was spent with you laying safe and sound in your girlfriends arms, while she hugged you tight, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. In the end, you really did end up feeling a whole lot better.

I love Anne Boonchuy sm she solos

[vrisrezis]

can i request a calamity trio x reader that jokes about their trauma? Like, for example , someone can walk out of something and they'd be like " POV: my dad after i was born ☠️" (pls skip if it makes u uncomfy, i totally understand)

Anne also does this so she’s whatever about it lmfao. She’s aware it’s not the healthiest way to cope but she’s not one to talk so she doesn’t mention it.

Sasha goes therapist mode, of course. She’s aware he’s got his own sets of issues to still work through, but wants to make sure you cope with your traumas in a healthy manner.

Marcy laughs it off, though they do show some concern for you at times they also know that it’s probably fine to joke about it.. right?

[lost-dogsfrv]

Male reader x calamity trio fanfic idea.

[yourantag]

Sweetest Thing (Royal!Anne×Baker!Reader)

AN: This started as a Xiao fluff fic, then an angst one after a friend said I couldn't be evil, but somehow ended up turning into an Anne fluff fic. It was also only supposed to be 1.5k words at most though, that didn't happen either. Writing really is an experience. Also sorry about your divorce omw to fight Vin/hj Word count: 2.3k words Summary: Princess Anne tries to bake you cookies after seeing you feeling down. It doesn't go well.

Anne awkwardly looks at the pile of ominous mush in the pan. It smells faintly of charcoal, smoke, and regrets. It honestly smelled better than it looked, considering it looked like an abomination of nature and a war crime to all of Oletus Kingdom.

'Perhaps... I'm not suited for things like baking.' Anne thought, letting an embarrassed smile form upon her lips. She put down the tray and took off the oven mitts. Although she wasn't surprised, she couldn't help but be disappointed nonetheless.

For the longest time, the bakers of the Lester Royal Family were your ancestors. Raised to serve the country's sovereign, you were well known throughout the entire kingdom and beyond for your baking skills. You were called a genius, a prodigy, practically born to be a Royal Baker, which wouldn't necessarily be incorrect.

However, Anne could never accept that. Before you could be properly trained to become a Royal Baker, you were her playmate. While her parents wanted her to hang out with nobility, Anne had found herself drawn to you. Perhaps it was the ever lingering scent of baked goods on you, or the fact that you'd sneak her treats when she wasn't supposed to have any.

Regardless, she saw you as a friend first and foremost. You weren't the Royal Baker, her servant, or anything else like that. Anne would never let those titles define who you are as a person, not when she had gotten to know who you are before those titles were stuck upon you. Even now, when you two are older, when things are more complicated than they were before, she can't see you as anything less than, well, you.

She had seen you looking rather upset; so as any good friend would do, she tried to cheer you up. Anne's plan was simple: make you cookies. It would be especially meaningful if she made it herself, so she shooed off the worried servants from the extra kitchen and got ready.

It couldn't be that hard, right? She wasn't expecting them to be perfect or anything, just decent, or at least edible. With a cookbook and some of the best ingredients in the kingdom, it was basically impossible for Anne to fail!

She was severely mistaken.

Baking was far harder than the princess had anticipated. It required precision, practice, time management, multitasking, and so much more. It was honestly overwhelming. There was seemingly so much time to do this and that, but then, in the blink of an eye, something was burning.

Sulking a bit, Anne glanced sullenly at the flour dusted pages of the cookbook. It sat there innocently, as if it hadn't misled her. The picture of the perfect finished product taunted her in all its glory, looking scrumptious.

Her stomach growled, to which she let out a groan immediately afterward. It had been a rough few hours, and she hadn't gotten around to eating. She'd strictly informed the servants not to enter until she came out. Respecting her orders, they didn't come in at all, even just to inform her that it was lunchtime. Perhaps they had said it outside the door, but she just hadn't heard.

Either way, Anne was hungry, tired, and a bit let down. Thus, she sluggishly started to clean up the mess she had made, carefully tossing dirty bowls and spatulas into the sink. She quickly wiped the counter with a wet rag before washing her hands, humming faintly.

Turning around, she faced her little atrocities. She honestly didn't know what to do with them. It felt like a waste to throw away, but these were most definitely anything but edible. It could probably be used as a poison, if you can even convince someone to try it.

Anne prepared to throw away the results of her hours of effort, a bruised ego her only other prize, when the door opened. Surprised, she set down the tray immediately to see who it was.

There you stood, looking vaguely concerned as you stepped into the kitchen. The door clicked shut behind you like the final strike of a clock, declaring the end of her life.

'Oh God why.'

Her face flushed red as she fully turned around to hide the tray behind her body. Anne knew very well you'd likely have seen it coming in, but she still tried to conceal her humiliating attempt at cookies.

Trying to seem calm, she plastered a strained smile to her face and observed you. You weren't in your work clothes, dressed more for an outing, if anything. It reminded her that she had invited you to come try her cookies around this time since it was your day off.

Anne of the past had believed she would've made good cookies by now.

Ha. Haha.

Past Anne was dreadfully wrong, and she couldn't curse herself enough for her arrogance.

"Anne? Are you alright? I came as you asked but uh... you seem busy." You slowly walk towards her, watching as immediately her smile drops and she panics. You pause as she rips a tray off the counter and tries to shove the entire thing in a trash can. She fails, as instead of dumping it in sideways, she threw it down flat.

The tray clangs loudly against the rim of the trash can, echoing in the kitchen. The charred... whatever it is, jumps up and down a few times, adding a few crispy crackles and wet splats to the odd symphony of noise.

If Anne's face could turn any redder, it would.

You stare at Anne, bewildered. The usually sweet and composed princess was no more, reduced to nothing but a bumbling mess. She looked like she would want nothing more than for the Earth to swallow her whole.

"...are you alright?" You ask again, genuinely worried that Anne was going half catatonic on you. She had stopped floundering by now, elegantly folding her hands in front of her. She stared at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"...yes. I'm perfectly fine." Her voice cracked, but she pretended that didn't happen. In fact, Anne was trying to forget everything that had happened in the past few minutes. She didn't want to think about it.

You squint your eyes at her before turning to get a better look at the tray she so desperately wanted to keep away from you. Initially, Anne tries to hide it, but after carefully moving her aside, you see it all.

The burnt, dry, yet somehow also wet mush on the tray is somewhat of a familiar sight to you. It reminds you of when you were younger, when you were just an apprentice baker, if you could even be called that. Many failed attempts were made those days, but it was necessary for you to become the baker you are today. It felt nostalgic.

Turning to the cookbook nearby, you read the description. Your brows raise in surprise before you face Anne once more. She looks ready to sprint out the room, noble etiquette be damned.

Seeing her flustered like this was rare and precious, but you knew you shouldn't tease. From the few clues around the kitchen, as well as the fact that you'd been invited at this time, you could piece together what had happened.

Silently, you pull out a sandwich from the picnic basket you'd been lugging with you. You pass it to Anne, watching her stare at you in confusion. She quickly gives up on finding answers, preferring to eat first rather than asking questions.

Gently placing the picnic basket on the counter, you continue to take out the packed dishes and drinks. You pour a glass of lemonade before sending it Anne's way, watching as she quickly takes it with a curt "thank you." You could understand now why the servants had seemed so relieved to see you.

The kitchen servants had asked you to bring food to the princess while you were visiting, worried beyond belief but unable to defy her orders. Her command that no one could enter the kitchen lest she exit was a bit unreasonable, but they didn't dare disobey her. They could only await her exit anxiously before you came, concerned for her health.

"...I was trying to make cookies for you." She starts, having finished her meal. You hum in response, taking a sip of your drink. "It didn't turn out well, as you can see."

It certainly didn't.

You glance at the dirty dishes in the sink, then remember how her attempt had looked. It was... evidently not her specialty, making sweets, but that was no fault of hers. Anne had never baked in her life.

Most people didn't realize how much effort it took, and didn't bother trying, daunted by the idea of doing something new. Yet, Anne tried. She was brave enough to try regardless of the likelihood of failure. That was still something to be proud of.

"I noticed you'd been feeling a bit down these days, so I wanted to cheer you up. Your cookies always cheer me up, so I thought I could make my own to do the same for you." She rattled on, pouting slightly. She was truly hoping to impress you, or at least be able to give you something so that you would smile.

You stare at her in surprise. It wasn't every day that someone tried to make you baked treats, much less a literal princess. People typically thought that since you were a baker, you could just make stuff for yourself and wouldn't care about receiving them. They aren't wrong. You can always make your own goods, but it'd still be nice to receive some. However, you understood that at the same time, you'd have to have a lot of courage to give a Royal Baker baked treats.

"Well, do you want to make cookies together, then?" You ask, smiling gently at Anne. She looks at you in surprise, then joy. Her face lights up as she enthusiastically shouts, "Yes!"

So, after chatting a bit more, the two of you clean up the counter to get ready to bake. You pull flour, sugar, and other ingredients from the shelves, flitting from place to place. Anne watches, having set the washed bowls, whisks, and spatulas on the counter.

As you instruct her to mix together ingredients while you preheat the oven, she can't help but admire you. You quickly preheat the oven, set a timer, and then start chopping chocolate bars on a cutting board in a single rotation. Your movements are quick and efficient, elegant in their own right.

"Your cookies were rather, er, wet but burnt at the same time. I'm guessing you probably used too much butter and sugar." You noted, swiftly sliding the chopped chocolate off the cutting board and into a bowl. Anne hums a confirmation, starting to pull the dough out of its bowl and kneading it on the counter.

"It was really dry, so I thought I should add some butter since they said to be careful with the amount of milk we used. I added more sugar since I thought that it'd taste better if it's sweeter. After all, there's a lot of dark chocolate in here." You look at the cookbook, realizing she's right. Although she went about it incorrectly, Anne's line of thought was perfectly reasonable.

"If you want it to be sweeter, we can substitute some of the dark chocolate for milk chocolate. As for the dryness, that's temporary. It might seem like nothing is changing, but just keep kneading." You never explicitly say that the way she did things was wrong, only offering the correct solution. She appreciated that you didn't scold her or say aloud her mistakes.

You were always conscientious, making sure to be firm but not harsh, respectful, but not distant. Despite the fact that you were well aware she was a princess, you always treated her as a friend when alone.

Anne didn't want to lose you due to things like birth rights and the like. To be perfectly honest, her role as a princess was more a chain that held her back than a key that unlocked opportunities for her.

If there was one thing she wished for more than anything, it would be to have you by her side forever. Her title wouldn't help her with that, only getting in the way if anything.

Still, she was willing to fight for the chance to be with you, to see you smile, to see you laugh, to see you sneakily offer her another treat that you knew she wasn't allowed to have.

She would do everything in her power to be with you, because to Anne, you were sweeter than any treat you could make.

"And... done."

You wipe the sweat off your forehead, turning to look at Anne. You're both dusted in flour and a bit disheveled. Yet, you don't think you've ever felt as happy as you have at this moment.

"We're done!" She cheers, looking at the finished cookies with pride. With your teamwork, the two of you managed to make them perfectly, a few adjustments made to suit your preferences. They were cooled and dusted in sea salt, the rich scent of chocolate filling the room.

Your gaze softens at how Anne jumps up and down in exhilaration. It had been a bit difficult, but it was fun working with her to bake cookies. It was silly, it was loose, and it was just you two being you.

Carefully, you place the cookies onto a plate, watching Anne place two cups of milk on the counter. You take one cup to your side as you place the plate between you two, glancing up at her with a smile.

As the setting sun caresses your skin and embraces Anne, the two of you eat your cookies. The undertones of coffee and dark chocolate are a bit bitter, but the sweetness of the milk chocolate matches it perfectly. Just as such, through the bitterness of failure, the sweetness of your smile made Anne feel as if this day was a success. She hopes you'll bake with her again.

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[eb-is-hot]

dudee can u do some headcanons (or one shot if u don't write headcanons) of anne shirley x fem reader?? maybe just general dating things, how the relationship started,, it's up to u! thanks

hi! Yes I can! Sorry it took so long! WARNINGS: mentions of kissing on the head, homophobia, Pairing: Anne Shirtley-Cuthbert x Fem!Reader

Anne would be the one to confess. That’s just how it would go down.

Anne is someone who was all about forbidden love! it’s because you were girls!

She told Diana of course! You were very shy about it though. You didn’t want to let it slip.

Anne was very sweet when you first started dating! She really likes you!

She loves when you braid her hair and play with it!

She loves baking with you, and just talking about things you like

Anne holds your hand under tables, anywhere if she can!

Jerry knows, and is your biggest supporter!

Anne loves to kiss your temple

You and Anne eat lunch together behind the school on winter days, just so you can be cute!

You are in the woods all the time together, dancing and she’s talking about her romance.

Anne is very happy to have someone like you!

She calls you names like; flower, rosebud, nickname, and wife!

she wants to marry you. But a small wedding, where no one knows

You guys ended up having a wedding by yourselves, Jerry, Diana, and Cole was marrying you two!

[nian-7]

hiiii! i love your works so much!! may I request headcanons for anne (paradox live) with f!reader about how them having a crush and what dating them would be like? (if it's too much, just the dating part is totally fine)

hi!! of course you can! i had more ideas for just dating but enjoy!

Anne Faulkner x fem!reader

✧dating hcs

✧fluff

-Anne would love to paint your nails and do your makeup all the time. If you let them, of course. It'll always be something different and unique, always leaving you shocked by their near perfect handiwork.

-Lots and lots of shopping dates! You both regularly go out to the mall and find new clothes and always make a fun date out of it. Sometimes tacking on challenges you've seen on the internet to find each other outfits too.

-They always tease you, specifically about how cute/pretty you are and how they can't seem to get you out of their head because of said cuteness.

-Skincare together? Obviously! They always love to do their skincare with you whenever you're able to stay up late enough to do it with them when they get home from Club Candy.

-Speaking of staying up late, they love to hear your sleepy rambles. Whenever you try to stay up to wait for them to get home, they always look forward to hearing what sort of rambling you'll go off on whether it be about your new favorite show or just a vent you needed to get off your chest.

-Loves to cover your face with lipstick marks and enjoys it when you do the same to them. Whenever Anne comes home late and tipsy, they can't help but feel the need to cover your sleeping face in pink lipstick marks. Hajun finds it amusing when you wake up in the morning with pink lipstick smudged on your face and teases you about it.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[annievrse]

dad!sukuna!!!

—ᡣ𐭩 blurb a/n: based on this tiktok that gave me insane baby fever

the birds chirping outside in the dawn light makes your daughter giggle from where she stands in your bedroom doorway.

"baby," you whisper to her, beckoning her over to your side of the bed. "c'mere."

your 3-year-old wobbles around the bed, having gotten out of bed by herself. she stands before you with her hands out and grabs your arms.

"layla," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, whose hair pokes out wildly from under the duvet. "tell daddy mommy wants a coffee."

your daughter's wide eyes round, and she tilts her head. "cowe?"

you suppress a giggle. "coffee."

"coppee?"

"yeah, good enough," you mumble, nodding. and then you lift her onto the bed. layla clambers over your body and falls face-first into the space between you and sukuna, her pink hair splayed everywhere.

you slap your mouth with your palm to stop the laughs from escaping. your husband stirs, groaning deeply under the white blankets. she looks over at you with a smile on her face, and you give her a single thumbs up.

"dada," layla says, climbing on top of him. "wake up!"

"hi, babygirl," sukuna slurs, eyes half open.

"i want coppee."

"hm? what?"

"coppee!"

"coffee...?" sukuna takes a moment to process the word and then looks at you over his shoulder, eyes puffy. "really, bro?"

you giggle, hiding your face in the blankets.

"you want coffee..." sukuna says, pointing at your daughter. "you go get it."

"no, mummy wants coppee! you get it!" she giggles, chubby finger aimed at him, too.

“noooo,” he whines, though it’s barely one. he shoves his face back into his pillow. “you.”

“daddy!” your daughter yells. “coppee!!”

sukuna scoffs a laugh and rubs his eye with his knuckle while your daughter dances around the room singing, "coppee, coppee!"

"you're lucky you're cute," sukuna grumbles, swinging his bare legs out of the bed, looking over at you as he does so. "you too."