#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

[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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[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."

[sinsmockingbird]

PTN WOMEN AS PARENTS PT. 2 | Various

PAIRING: Anne x Afab!Reader, Cabernet x Afab!Reader, Coquelic x Afab!Reader, Garofano x Afab!Reader, Shalom x Afab!Reader.

WARNINGS: Fluff, SFW, Children, LMK if there's anything else!

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's part 2! I'm definitely making this a mini series and I'm gonna try to write a part for each PTN women (that I write for). Once again dedicated to the lovely @prisoner-of-sin.

✧ ANNE

• Anne is one of the most caring mothers, truly putting her childrens needs before hers regarding anything. Nothing is more important to her than making sure your kids have a happy childhood.

• It's common thing for Anne to call you and your kids during the day if she's away as a medic on a mission or is swarmed with caring for the injured at the Bureau.

• She hates being away from you and your kids for too long, an aching to have you and them in her arms a constant loom over her. So when she finally gets home, be prepared for her to shower you all in love and affection.

• She loves to have your kids in her arms, having them wrapped up and secured -- especially when they're babies. She doesn't like to be separated from them for too long when they're so fragile at that age.

• People would say Anne is quite a clingy mother, and while that is true, she can't help but want to always have your kids by her side. It's definitely gonna be tough for her to let them go when their old enough.

• She loves to look through your kids baby photos and she loves to take them. She almost always is taking photos of your kids because she wants to try and capture every moment of their life.

• No matter what path your kids end up taking when their older, Anne is always going to love them unconditionally, and she's always going to hold on to them in some sort of way, because no matter she won't be ready for when they leave the nest.

✧ CABERNET

• Cabernet is quite a fun loving mother. She values having fun with her kids and pushing them to always have fun themselves. She cares for them deeply and does everything in her power to give them a good life.

• Be prepared for Cabernet to turn your children into mini food critiques -- specifically critiques on the food you make. It's adorable at first when your children taste test your food, but it can be a little annoying after awhile when all they give you are negative reviews.

• Cabernet doesn't quite have the guts to tell you herself if the food you make for dinner is... unappetizing to her. Because of this, she'll usually send one of your kids to taste test your food, leave and report back to her on how it tastes and then send them back to critique you.

• You learned pretty quickly what she was doing, and each time she'd continue doing it, you'd hold a blank face, eyes glancing at the entry to the kitchen with a glare as you watched her quickly dip her head around the corner.

• Despite the whole thing being a headache to you, you can't help but find it amusing on how she uses your kids to critique the food you make. It brings a smile to your face when you think about how Cabernet doesn't have the balls to tell you herself.

• Something Cabernet loves to do with your children is cook. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, she's sure to turn your kitchen into a full on cooking show as she had your kids running around helping her make things.

• It's adorable, because they all wear matching aprons and chef hats, matching as they make an unintentional mess of the kitchen. Once they finish, prepare for the kitchen to look like a hurricane swept through.

✧ COQUELIC

• Coquelic is a great balance for a mom. She can be stern yet supportive. She pushes her kids to pursue what they want to do in life, while still pushing them towards her own interests.

• She tries her best to get your guys children interested in gardening, or at least have them understand the beauty of plants. If one of your children is interested, she's over the moon with happiness! Sharing something in common that she loves with her child is a gift she cherishes.

• If one of her kids isn't as interested in gardening or plants, Coquelic is alright with that. She doesn't want to be the type of mom that pushes her interests on her kids, she wants them to love what they love, she only wants them to try her interest out once and see why she loves it.

• Coquelic will raise your children within the Garden -- with your approval -- and something that comes with that is your children having many aunts. The assassins in the Garden care for your children as much as you both do, watching out for them whenever you both can't.

• Something she'll do is teach your children srlf defense from a young age. She wants your kids to be able to defend themselves in situations where you both won't be there to protect them. It gives her peace to know her kids can defend themselves.

• Be prepared for your children to be miniature Coquelic's. For some reason your kids just have her personality, and the older they get the more that becomes apparent.

• Something that will happen often to you is being on the end one of your children's "pranks," something that Coquelic will have a hand in helping them with.

✧ GAROFANO

• Garofano, despite her older age, has always wanted to have children of her own. She may be older, but that isn't gonna push her away from wanting and having kids with you.

• When you do finally welcome your first child into the world, know Garofano is going to treat them so gently and delicately, holding them as if they could break at any moment.

• She loves sitting back in a chair, with one of your kids in her arms or sitting in her lap. She'll be reading a book or sewing/stitching up something for them while they read or play with their toys.

• When they're a bit older, she'll want to teach them how to sew. Whether they're interested or not, she wants thdm to have the skill, so she'll sit them down and take delicate time in teaching them everything, helping them whenever they get stuck.

• She also adores making your kids their own clothes. You can commonly find Garofano sitting in her sewing room making a new sweater or scarf for your kids, the look of pure love swirling in her eyes as she works.

• Because of her older age, it's common for her to get tired quite easily when your kids decide to be more rowdy. If she has to run around the house to catch one of them, expect her to collapse into a chair to try and catch her breath quite a few times.

• Though just because Garofano can get quite tired when your kids get a little crazy, she doesn't regret having kids with you for one second. This was the best decision she ever made after all.

✧ SHALOM

• Shalom -- despite being a horrible and downright evil woman -- is an amazing mother. She's tender and loving to each one of your kids, prioritizing them no matter what.

• She takes great care in teaching her kids all about the world, from the good to the bad. She doesn't like glossing over the horrible things life holds, because she wants her kids to be know and be prepared for anything.

• When they're older, she'll be more direct about the bad. She won't do what she did when they were young and put it into a fantasy scenario. No, she'll tell them what the world holds, and sometimes will even show them.

• Besides preparing her children for the real world, Shalom loves spending some quality time with each of them. She'll take time out of her day to sit down and do what they want to do.

• If they want to have a tea party, Shalom is going to be sitting at their little table, holding perfect manners and taking their play time seriously as they pour her "real" tea.

• If for some reason she's gone during the day to deal with... matters, she's going to try her hardest to be home for your kids bedtime. She'll arrive home just in time as your tucking them in, and she'll be grabbing a book to read to them before they sleep.

• Because of what she does Shalom's made plenty of enemies in her life, and she's always prepared for one to go after her family. If someone does though, you better know they aren't getting away with it -- she's going to make sure they suffer and use them as a warning to everyone else.

ENDING NOTES: Ugh, this is so fun to write! I may love writing smut more than fluff, I can't help but enjoy the times I do write it. Especially now when I'm writing very degenerate smut for December. Anyway, lmk which women you'd like to see in PT. 3.

[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.

[theonottsbxtch]

MISS YOU BABY | MV1

an: i need a hug from max verstappen stat, based off this request! thank you for sending it :)

summary: max thought his girlfriend was missing his final race during his triple header, little did he know she'd planned to come and visit all along.

wc 3.6k

The hotel room she was in was quiet.

She sat cross-legged on the bed in a dark hotel room that mirrored his, only three floors below, making sure he couldn’t see her surroundings. Her phone was propped up against a pillow, and Max’s face filled the screen, his hair still damp from the shower, tousled and messy. He looked worn-out but managed a small, tired smile just for her.

"I’m sorry, Max. I really tried to get time off, but there was just… no way," she said, the fib slipping from her lips with surprising ease. "I wanted to be there with you. Especially now."

Max exhaled, leaning back against his headboard. “I know. It’s alright.” His voice softened. “I just miss you, is all. It’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek, wishing she could reach through the screen and wrap her arms around him. "You’ll get through it, though. You always do."

"Doesn’t feel that way." He laughed, but it was brittle around the edges. “I feel like I’m letting everyone down. The team, the fans… you.” His eyes searched the screen, as if he might find a solution hidden somewhere in her gaze.

"Never me." She leaned closer, her face so near to the camera that she could see her reflection in his eyes. "I’m so proud of you, Max. Always. No matter what."

For a moment, he just looked at her, his expression softening, and the tension she’d seen in his face for days seemed to melt, just a little. "I wish you were here," he murmured. "I swear, you’re the only thing that keeps me sane sometimes."

She swallowed, feeling her heart pull toward him with a force that was hard to resist. "Soon, I’ll be back with you. Just… hold on a bit longer, okay?”

She gazed at his face on the screen, her heart swelling as she watched the way his eyes softened every time he looked at her. She knew he was tired and worn down, but in this moment, he looked at peace.

"I love you, Max," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

He closed his eyes, letting the words wash over him, and when he opened them again, there was a warmth there that seemed to cut through the miles between them. "I love you, too," he replied, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "More than you know."

She tucked her hair behind her ear, feeling her cheeks flush, and nodded. "Get some sleep, alright? Big day tomorrow."

He grinned. "Yeah, yeah. You, too. Dream about me, okay?"

She laughed, rolling her eyes, but her heart skipped all the same. "Always. Goodnight, Max."

"Goodnight, love."

With a final smile, she ended the call, letting the screen go dark as she leaned back into the pillows, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She’d hardly been able to sleep on the plane ride here, and she could already tell tonight would be the same.

Still, the thought of finally seeing him in person tomorrow kept her too giddy to care. She’d surprise him at the track, slipping through the garage just as he arrived, or maybe even at breakfast if she could manage it without spoiling the surprise. Her mind spun with ideas, each more elaborate than the last, but all she really wanted was to see his face light up when he realised she was there.

Pulling the covers up to her chin, she let her eyes drift closed, replaying the moment over and over in her mind, savouring the thought of his reaction. She loved him fiercely, and she knew that being here—no matter how much of a secret she’d had to make it—was exactly where she was supposed to be.

As she finally began to drift off, her last thought was simple but bright, shining like a promise: Tomorrow, he’ll know.

And while she was glad she held onto the secret.

The following morning she wished she’d told him earlier.

She woke to the faint glow of her phone on the nightstand, her morning alarm. Blinking herself awake, she squinted at the screen and saw Max’s name, followed by the time—5:02 a.m.

Heading to the track early today. Miss you already, wish you were here.

She smiled, feeling that familiar warmth spreading through her chest. But then her heart sank a little. She’d been hoping to catch him in the hotel this morning, maybe surprise him over breakfast. Now, with him already gone, she'd have to adjust her plans.

Throwing back the covers, she got up and went to the window. Rain streaked down the glass in thick, heavy drops, and the sky was a murky grey. The weather was only supposed to get worse throughout the day; she knew that’d make things complicated, especially for an outdoor track. She had no clue if her surprise would even be worth the stress of navigating the drenched, crowded paddock.

After a moment’s hesitation, she tapped her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she reached the name she wanted. She dialled, and after a few rings, Max’s assistant, Sophie, picked up.

“Hey!” Sophie greeted, sounding pleasantly surprised. “What’s up? Did you make it in?”

“Yes, I’m here!” she whispered, unable to contain her excitement. “I wanted to surprise him before he heads out on track, but with this rain… do you think I should even bother?”

Sophie sighed sympathetically. “Honestly, it’s a mess out here. They’re saying the rain’s going to be even heavier by the time qualifying starts. He’ll be in back-to-back meetings until then, and I’d hate for you to sit in the rain, just to get a few minutes with him.”

She nodded, glancing out the window at the sheets of rain. “So you think I should wait?”

“I’d say hold off until right before the race,” Sophie replied. “He’ll have a short break, and I think he’d love the surprise then. Plus, everyone’s less frantic between qualifying and race prep.”

“Good point,” she agreed, a little disappointed but knowing Sophie was right. The track on a rainy race day was chaos, and if she could avoid it until the right moment, she’d have a better chance of actually spending time with him. “Thanks, Sophie. Let me know if anything changes?”

“Will do! He’ll be so happy to see you,” Sophie said warmly. “Hang tight, okay?”

As she hung up, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement, knowing the surprise would be even more perfect with the wait. So she ordered herself a coffee, sat by the window, and watched the rain pour down, imagining the look on Max’s face when he’d finally see her just before the most important race of the weekend.

The rain hadn’t let up by the time she arrived at the track, the skies dark and moody, the air thick with humidity. She’d navigated her way through security and weaving lines of drenched fans, her heart racing as she got closer to Max’s garage. But by the time she finally made it, he was already in the car, helmet on, visor down, his focus entirely on the track ahead.

Her heart sank a little as she scanned the bustling garage, hoping for some last chance to catch his eye. But he was already strapped in, a crew member leaning in to give him a final check before he rolled out. She spotted Sophie in the corner, scribbling something down on a clipboard, and made her way over to her.

“Hey,” she whispered, feeling the dampness of the rain still clinging to her hair and clothes. “I… I just missed him, didn’t I?”

Sophie looked up and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, he was swamped the moment he got here. They barely had time to get him settled with all the delays.” She gestured to the grid display above them, where Max’s name glowed beside the stark “P17” position. “Rough start, but he’ll be glad to know you’re here.”

She nodded, feeling a pang as she glanced at his car just as it rumbled to life. His fingers flexed on the steering wheel, even from a distance she could see the tension there. She let out a breath, feeling a swell of pride and worry all at once. “Well, I’ll be here watching, then.”

Sophie handed her a headset, which she slipped on just in time to hear his engineer’s voice crackle through with the first instructions as they prepared for the start. The rain was relentless, turning the track into a slick, treacherous maze, and she felt her stomach twist as the cars peeled out onto the track for the formation lap. Max’s car trailed near the back, but she knew he’d fight, as he always did, with a ferocity she both admired and feared in moments like this.

The race began, a chaotic blur of spray and metal, the cars kicking up rooster tails of water, visibility nearly zero as they fought for position. She gripped the edge of her seat as the laps ticked by, heart pounding with every close call. It quickly became clear that the conditions were only worsening, drivers struggling to keep their cars on track, a few even skidding off into barriers with loud, bone-jarring crashes. Her hands tightened around the headset as Max navigate his way forward, battling his way to P10, then P6.

And then, just when the tension seemed to reach its peak, there was a deafening crash, followed by a sudden hush as the red flag went up, halting the race.

Her breath caught in her throat. The screen above replayed the incident—a skidding into the barrier that had caused an emergency stop. The seconds felt like hours as she waited, desperately searching for a glimpse of his car on the feed. Finally, there it was, intact, safe. Relief flooded her, and she felt her shoulders sag.

The race restarted after the delay, and she watched in awe as Max took advantage of the reshuffled positions and tire changes, surging forward with a newfound intensity. Lap by lap, he clawed his way through the field, passing car after car with a precision that made her heart race. It was as if he’d transformed, harnessing every ounce of his frustration from the last few races, channelling it into something extraordinary.

The garage erupted in cheers as he moved into P3, then P1. She stared at the screen, hardly daring to blink, her heart racing as he crossed the finish line in first place, drenched in rain and glory.

She could hardly believe it. From P17 to P1. He’d done it.

Forgetting herself, she laughed, a sound of pure joy, her heart swelling as she watched him slow down, the victory finally sinking in. She couldn't wait to see his face when he finally realised she was here, to be the first person he’d see when he stepped out of that car, soaked and grinning, finally at the top.

Ripping her headset off, she followed the crew as they ran out to parc fermé, her heart racing as fast as the roar of the crowd. The team, buzzing with excitement, parted slightly as she joined them, nudging her to the front so she’d be the first face he saw. She could barely breathe as she caught sight of Max’s car, now still, the rain glistening on its blue-and-red bodywork.

With all the force he had he climbed out, pulling off his helmet to reveal damp, messy hair and a face lit up with exhilaration and disbelief. For a moment, he simply stood there, taking in the shouts of the crowd and the blinding flashes of cameras. And then, his gaze landed on her.

His eyes widened, his exhaustion and surprise giving way to pure joy. Without hesitation, he broke into a run, crossing the slick tarmac with the kind of speed and determination that made her heart leap. She barely had a second to react before he wrapped her in his arms, his lips crashing against hers as he pulled her close, his hands pressed firmly against her back, as if he still couldn’t believe she was real.

“You came,” he murmured breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look at her, his face filled with awe and happiness.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” she replied, her voice trembling with emotion, brushing a wet strand of hair from his face.

He smiled, a bright, unguarded smile that melted her heart. “God, I needed this. I needed you.���

And then he kissed her again, a kiss filled with all the missed moments and the words they hadn’t been able to say, the thrill of his victory mingling with the fierce love they shared. She felt the rain soak through her clothes, the crowd and the noise around them fading as they held each other, his arms wrapping around her as if he could protect her from the rest of the world.

“I still can’t believe it,” he whispered against her lips, his forehead resting against hers, his hand gently brushing her cheek. “P1. And you’re here.”

She laughed softly, her eyes shining. “You deserve it, Max. I knew you could do it.”

He held her close, a triumphant laugh bubbling from his chest as he buried his face in her neck, and they stood there in the pouring rain, lost in each other, savouring the victory and this long-awaited moment they both knew they’d never forget.

As the noise of the cheering crew and fans started to swell around them, Max pulled back slightly, brushing his thumb across her cheek, his gaze lingering on her face as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory.

“I have to go,” he said softly, his voice tinged with regret. “The interviews, cool-down room, podium… but wait for me? I’ll meet you in my driver’s room as soon as I can.”

She nodded, understanding but already missing the warmth of his arms. “I’ll be waiting. Go,” she whispered, giving him a small smile. “Enjoy every second—you deserve it.”

He pressed one last, lingering kiss to her forehead, then turned and jogged off to join the waiting crew, helmet in hand, while she stayed rooted to her spot, watching him disappear into the crowd. Her heart swelled with pride as she trailed after the team to watch his interviews, his beaming, breathless face glowing with pride and energy as he spoke about the gruelling conditions and the unbelievable climb from P17 to P1.

Then came the cool-down room, where she watched from the sidelines as he bantered with the other drivers, sharing exhausted smiles and congratulatory claps on the back, the weight of his achievement settling in as he finally let himself relax a little. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling as though she could burst with joy just watching him, his eyes sparking with energy even as he looked ready to collapse from exhaustion.

And finally, the podium. She felt the crowd’s excitement echo through her as she looked up to see him standing tall, drenched from head to toe, a bottle of champagne in hand. When he raised it in victory, the crowd erupted, and she joined them, cheering at the top of her lungs as he sprayed champagne with abandon, laughing as he celebrated with the other drivers. His eyes swept over the crowd, and when they found hers, he gave a subtle nod, a silent promise that he’d be back with her soon.

After the podium, she made her way to his driver’s room, her heart fluttering as she paced the small space, the thrill of the day lingering in every fibre of her being. And then, finally, the door swung open, and there he was.

He looked completely worn out, his hair still damp and messy, his fireproof undersuit clinging to his skin. But his smile was bright, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw her.

Without a word, he crossed the room, pulling her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a soft, exhausted kiss. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he held her close, the adrenaline and joy from his victory radiating between them.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” he whispered against her ear, his voice low and hoarse. “Winning today… and having you here with me. It’s everything.”

She brushed a strand of damp hair from his face, smiling as she traced her fingers along his cheek. “You did it, Max. I’m so proud of you.”

He took her hand, pressing it to his heart, his eyes never leaving hers. “None of it would mean anything without you,” he said quietly, his voice steady.

She felt her eyes sting with tears, overwhelmed by the depth of his words. “I’m here,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll always be here.”

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world slipping away. He stroked her hair, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, as if savouring each moment.

“Let’s get out of here,” he finally murmured, his voice warm and soft, “celebrate somewhere a little less chaotic.”

She laughed, nodding. “Anywhere, as long as it’s with you.”

They headed back to his hotel, hand in hand, a peaceful quiet settling over them as they left the track behind. Once in the privacy of his suite, he gave her a lingering kiss, then smiled, nodding toward the bathroom. “Give me a few minutes to wash off all the champagne and… probably half the track dust,” he said with a laugh.

She grinned, watching as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the suite a moment later. While he showered, she took the opportunity to pack up her things from her own room, gathering her scattered belongings quickly. The thrill of being close, of finally sharing a space for the night, filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the tropical heat outside.

By the time she returned, he was out of the shower, towelling off his damp hair, his expression softening as he took in the sight of her standing there with her things. Without a word, he crossed the room and took her bags from her hands, setting them by the closet as he gave her a smile that made her heart skip.

Once they’d both changed into fresh clothes—she’d opted for a simple dress, and he in casual jeans and a loose shirt—they slipped out of the hotel through a side exit, making their way to a tiny, tucked-away Brazilian restaurant that had been recommended. The place was hidden, small enough to be missed by the crowds, with soft, low lighting that created an intimate, cosy atmosphere. A few locals lingered around tables, but they paid little attention to the couple as they took a corner table in the back.

They ordered caipirinhas and he reached across the table to hold her hand, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her skin as they laughed over silly little things, shared stories from the past few weeks, and spoke of things beyond racing, beyond work, just slipping back into the easy flow they always shared. The food was rich and delicious—small plates of feijoada, grilled meats, and pão de queijo—everything flavorful and homey.

He leaned across the table, his eyes warm and filled with that familiar spark, as he watched her speak, clearly savouring every moment. “You know,” he said softly, “I think this is the best victory celebration I’ve ever had.”

She squeezed his hand, smiling back at him. “Same here. I missed just… being with you like this.”

They stayed until the restaurant closed, lingering over the last bites of dessert, letting the night stretch out as long as possible. Eventually, they headed back to the hotel, the city streets now quiet and still beneath the soft hum of streetlights.

Once back in his room, Max changed into a pair of soft pyjama bottoms, leaving his chest bare, his skin still warm from the shower. She slipped into one of his t-shirts, the fabric soft and oversized, the scent of him comforting and familiar. When she stepped out the bathroom, he was already waiting for her by the bed, his gaze softening as he took her in, a gentle smile curving on his lips.

Without a word, he reached for her, lacing his fingers through hers as he pulled her close, guiding her to the bed. She sank into the mattress beside him, and he wrapped an arm around her, drawing her against his chest, his fingertips trailing absently over her shoulder. She nestled into him, feeling his warmth seep through her, a cosy silence wrapping around them.

They lay there, tangled together, her head tucked beneath his chin as he gently traced circles on her back, his breath even and steady. He tilted her chin up, his eyes searching hers for a quiet moment before he leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, filled with a tenderness that said everything words couldn’t. She kissed him back just as gently, savouring the intimacy of being close like this, the world beyond these walls feeling miles away.

When the kiss ended, he pressed his forehead to hers, a soft sigh escaping as he held her close, one hand settling over hers, fingers intertwined. They stayed that way, her head resting against his heartbeat, lulled by the steady rhythm.

Finally, they drifted off, still tangled in each other’s arms, wrapped up in the warmth and comfort of just being together. As the night settled around them, Max couldn’t help but smile, holding her a little closer as he slipped into sleep, his heart full and light.

Max couldn’t have wished for a better weekend.

the end.