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[lost-dogsfrv]

Male reader x calamity trio fanfic idea.

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[kurogane2512]

Anne's new attire is mesmerizing oh my god😮‍💨😭 definitely getting this even if I don't use her it's so fcking pretty

[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"

[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. 

[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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[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.

[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?

[vrisrezis]

Hii can you do headcanons for anne boonchuy sasha waybright and marcy wu with a reader who got corrupted by the core instead of marcy plz and thank you 👍

Anne would feel terrible being separated from you all that time, not knowing what happened to you. She felt bad just thinking you were simply kidnapped, upon knowing much more about your situation she absolutely hated the core. She’s determined to save you, but she probably cries a couple times to herself.

Sasha feels so guilty, he blames himself, thinking that she could’ve done more to save you and that if she was stronger he could have prevented this. If he wasn’t such a jerk to Anne you wouldn’t have been put in that situation. He of course will be the one to fight you in the end, fighting the core whilst seeing your face tears him up inside.

Marcy feels the most guilty, as you can imagine. Once they see the state you’re in, they can’t help but say that they wished it was them. That they should have been in your place, she hates the situation she has put you in and will apologize a million times when you’re back to yourself.