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a-aexotic · 1 year

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hh sorry to bother you!! if requests are closed or you don't wanna write this you can delete the request but

i don’t know if you watched Puella Magi Madoka Magica, but it’s a really great anime and i wanted to send this character, the anime looks cute but it really isn’t 😭.

can i request josie pye, Gilbert Blythe or Prissy Andrews with a S/O who has a Homura Akemi Personality? (She’s stoic, distant, independent, Homura also appears with her personality being that of a shy, timid, magical girl rather than her cold and strong personality, she also knows self defense since she was in a lot of battles you can watch it here)

Thank you a ton!! I wish you well<33

hey i’m so sorry for the late reply, but here’s a headcanons for both :) i hope you enjoyed

—cw’s: just fluff!!! i think gen!neutral but lmk!

josie pye

i feel like josie would like an s/o who’s generally stoic and is independent

she wouldn’t necessarily mind having a stoic s/o because i feel like josie is reactive and it would be nice to have a neutral energy to the chaos 😭

she likes that you’re calm and that you can solve issues with logic instead of emotions and she can depend on you in that sense

she likes the fact that you are independent because she doesn’t like the feeling of letting people down

so if she knows that you wouldn’t be let down by her, it feels like a weight would be lifted off her shoulders

she is kind of the opposite of you

she would intrigued with your persona and kind of feels like it’s fake at first 😭

she didn’t like how shy you were because she wanted to get to you, but you were hard to break and that pissed her off

most people open up to her very quickly (surprisingly) so she would find this weird

but she ended up cracking you!! AND she fell in love <3

gilbert blythe

he finds you VERY interesting

he loves that you’re not an open book, he wants to earn getting to know you if that makes sense

gilbert loves a good challenge 😭😭

he’s used to people depending on him, so he doesn’t know how to feel when he realizes you’re pretty independent & would rather do it on your own

he loves that you’re shy & that you’re not like this with everyone

he feels special knowing that you’re not just talking to him to talk to him, but rather because you genuinely want to

he just loves your personality and it goes with his perfectly

#anne with an fanfics #anne with an e headcannons #anne an e #anne of green gables fanfiction #anne of green gables #awae fics #awae #awae headcannons #awae fanfiction #awae season 2 #gilbert blythe headcannons #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #josie pye x reader #josie pye #josie pye headcanons

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shannyh25 · 8 months

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Hello Anne family,

I’m writing another Anne Of Green Gables fan fiction and i would like your input on my story idea.

It’s about Dora Keith. I always felt like she got left out in the Anne books. It’s about from her mother passing away up until she arrives at Green Gables and her name chapter in life at Green Gables. I want her to spend time with Anne and even Gilbert.

My friend suggested I try and write a short maybe 5 chapter story of Dora Keith. One of the titles she suggested could be The Day I Met Anne. Another story title I came up with was Dora Of Green Gables.

What are your guys thoughts on that idea? I have the first chapter written up on my phone so already.

Thank you!

#anne of green gables #anne shirley cuthbert #marilla cuthbert #dora keith #davy keith #anne of green gables fanfiction #writting tips #writting advice #follow for follow #follow for updates

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frost-queen · 7 months

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Black rose in a sea of red (Reader x Jerry Baynard)

Requested by: @alicethewriterandfangirl , Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: TW! Selfharm! You are upset of how your friends have such amazing lives while yours is terrible. Coming from a bad home, your coping behavior is self harm. Struggling with the idea of wanting to end it all, is Jerry there to save you from doing so.

The chattering died away when Miss Stacy settled everyone down. Specifically Anne who was proclaiming her opinion as loud as she could. Almost standing on the table to declare her words. Diana was tugging at her dress to pull her to sit. – “Miss Cuthbert if you please.” – Miss Stacy said giving her a stern glare. Anne chuckled settling down. Ruby was still whispering to Tillie. With one look of Miss Stacy pressed Ruby her lips together with force. Billy snorting across the classroom at how silly she looked.

Miss Stacy cleared her throat letting his chuckle die. When finally the peace had settled clasped Miss Stacy her hands together. – “I hope you all brought your assignments that I handed out last week.” – she started. Anne who was always eager already set her basket on the table, ready to show it to Miss Stacy. Miss Stacy smiled politely ushering her to wait. – “You may all set it on the table if you please.” – she continued giving the signal.

Everyone ducked down to reach in their baskets to set their work of art on the table. You felt uneasy taking out your artwork. Glancing to the side you saw Charlie’s piece of art. Billy and Paul laughing loud. – “Is that an aardvark?” – Billy joked laughing his ass off. Charlie groaned. – “No! It’s a dog.” – he mumbled setting his hand under his chin, pushing his artwork closer to his chest. Gilbert turned around in his seat looking at Billy’s work.

“Is that a self-portrait?” – he said snarky. Billy mimicked a childish laugh, annoyed by his words. – “Well yeah yours…” – Billy got a bit up to look at Gilbert’s work. Gilbert moved aside on purpose for him to see. – “Well yours… yours…” – Billy said trying to find an insult. Gilbert was smiling beyond himself when Billy couldn’t find something bad to say about it. – “I thought so.” – he said turning back around silencing Billy.

Paul laughed loud at how Gilbert had left Billy speechless. Across back by the girls was Anne proudly showing her masterpiece to everyone. – “Did you do this stitching?” – Diana asked pointing at it. Anne shook her head. – “No, Marilla helped me.” – she then pointed at some paint work. – “This is Matthew’s work, and this weird thing was added by Jerry.” – she finished pointing at a wobbly thing at the top. Diana held her art up. – “My mother helped as well. She painted the flowers.” – she commented.

Ruby got up waving her hand in between them for attention. – “My mother helped too! She did this, this, and this.” – she said pointing at several things in different angles. – “What did you do?” – Tillie replied as it appeared Ruby’s mother did everything herself. – “I did this.” – Ruby answered annoyed pointing at her name written in the corner. Diana rolled her eyes at how silly she was.

Seeing their work you rather wanted to crush it or throw it out of the window. Compared to their, yours seemed like it was made by a child. Also hearing them speak so lovingly about how their parents helped out felt like a punch in your gut. It was something you could only dream off, having a loving mother. Your mother didn’t help in your project. You dared ask her one time. That didn’t end well.

You got yelled at for ruining her moment and annoying her with silliness. Looking at your art again of paper mâché you noticed the dent of where your father had stepped on it. On purpose or accident. It didn’t really much as it had ruined it much. Seeing your friends talk so godly about their parents made you want to cry, pull your hair out and scream your lungs out. Ruby and Tillie turned around to you.

“Let me see yours Y/n.” – Ruby spoke as Diana and Anne looked over them. You pulled it closer to your chest, shaking your head. – “It’s…it’s terrible.” – insisting on it. – “Come show us Y/n.” – Tillie said pulling at your hand. You really didn’t want to show her, finding it unworthy. Ruby helped her to pull your hand away. Tillie then snatched it from you. – “Hey!” – you called out catching the attention of some boys across and Miss Stacy who waited to see where this was going.

Tillie held it up before her looking at it with a questioning brow. – “Did your mother help out?” – Ruby asked probably not meaning anything with it. She was always this innocent and naïve, yet it struck a nerve with you. – “No!” – you called out snatching the art from Tillie back. You then it on the ground setting your foot hard on it. Everyone gasped loud at your little act. – “Y/n!” – Miss Stacy called out concerned. You let your fingers brush automatically over your inner arm, knowing of the scars lingering there.

“Brute.” – one of Billy’s friends called out. Miss Stacy shushing him immediately. Miss Stacy approached you, kneeling gently down to pick up your crushed work of art. �� “We can still mend this.” – she said with a warm smile. You shook your head. – “It is broken!” – you answered. Just like yourself. Turning your face away from her, you felt ashamed.

Ashamed and unworthy. Truly wondering what the exact point of you was. Not one of them here knowing a darn thing about your family. They had no idea with their wonderous lives, living like princesses. While you crawled through the gutter with no way out. Consistently surrounded by darkness. The only way out of the sinking was the carving. The marks on your inner arms that helped you coped with it.

Miss Stacy reached up to take your hand. The second she had your hand, you pulled it away. Needing to escape you took a run for it. – “Y/n.” – Miss Stacy called out as some jumped up. Gilbert being one of them. He wanted to run after you as Miss Stacy held him back by his shoulder. – “Let us give her a moment in solitude.” – Miss Stacy said sensing you didn’t want any company at this moment. – “But…” – Gilbert started seeing Miss Stacy shake her head.

He sighed deep, slouching his shoulders. He returned to his seat. Miss Stacy set your artwork on her desk, seeing how sloppy it was once your foot had tackled it. You ran frantically into the woods away from the school. Unable to cope with it. The sugary of your friends biting like sour in your flesh. Their life was something you could never achieve. Not with the home situation you have now.

A mother and father who barely looked at you. A brother who tackled you whenever he pleased. All the workload put on you. Treated like dirt by your own family. Never once said an ‘I love you’ or ‘thank you.’ Maybe this was just how things were meant to be. Unloved. Panting loud you kept running coming into different parts of the woods.

Jerry was whistling loud, carrying a sack over his shoulder. He had come back from the market, making his way back to Green Gables. Something caught his sudden attention as he noticed it was you. – “Y/n!” – Jerry shouted happily waving your way. He frowned when you didn’t seem to see him. Simply running past. Jerry lowered his sack questionable. Why weren’t you at school? Why were you running away? Was everything alright?

Feeling a bit worried he picked up his sack again, going after you. Near a shack crashed you down; out of breath. Leaning against the wood you let your head fall back. Still panting till your breathing steadied. Then the thoughts came. Those dark thoughts that always pushed you to the edge. You already know what to do. Reaching in your pocket, you pulled out a sharp object. Then slowly pulling your sleeves up. Scars of old on your flesh.

Those dark thoughts became louder as it made you bring the tip of the sharpness to your wrist. Tears rolled down your cheek as your hand trembled. It would take one impulsive thought for you to bleed. Bleed till your life would slip away. Why shouldn’t you do it? What good was there in this life? There was no one to pull you out so it was easier to just accept it and be rid of this hell.

Gently setting the tip deeper onto your skin, your sight got blurrier from your tears. – “No!” – you suddenly heard startling you so hard, the tip had pressed deeper into your skin. A single drop of blood forming. Jerry rushed over to you, grabbing the sharp thing from your grip, and throwing it as far away from him. – “Don’t you dare!” – he breathed out.

“Don’t you even think about it!” – he said a bit firmer kneeling down in front of you. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulled you close to his chest for a hug. – “Find hope in the hopeless.” – he told you. – “I don’t know what made you do it, but please don’t. I don’t want to lose you… I don’t.” – he embraced you tighter fighting the urge to cry himself. – “Please Y/n…” – he whispered out as you started crying louder.

In the brink of almost doing it was Jerry there to pull you out. – “We’ll figure it out together. I am fighting for you, and I don’t want you to give up.” – wrapping your arms around him, you hugged back. – “Jerry…” – you cried out. Jerry simply held you, no needing an explanation. Just holding you. In that moment where he knew you needed to be seen, heard and loved.

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musicalchaos07 · 2 months

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RIP Anne Shirley-Cuthbert u would've loved archive of our own

#where is my modern Anne of Green gables adaptation where she's a fanfiction writer #specially for like Little Women (2019)#she's telling Diana about all her OCs and headcanons #Gilbert stans a rival otp #betrayal in it's highest form #but then he rewatches the source material and realizes she's right #anyways #she also would write omegaverse #ao3 #anne of green gables #fanfiction

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irene-with-a-gaze · 2 years

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Shirbert Fanfiction

Although no one asked, here are my top favourite Anne Shirley-Cuthbert/Gilbert Blythe fanfictions:

1. all this time (how could you not know?) Rating: T / Status: unfinished

2. champagne problems Rating: G / Status: One shot

3. dancing with our hands tied Rating: G / Status: Ongoing

4. don’t kiss me (unless you mean it) Rating: T / Status: unfinished

5. drive me crazy Rating: G / Status: Completed

6. explain the infinite Rating: T / Status: One shot

7. in which anne socks billy Rating: T / Status: Completed

8. please don’t cover my barbed wires, untangle them Rating: T / Status: Ongoing

9. possibility and choice Rating: G / Status: Completed

10. say my name, don’t ever stop Rating: G / Status: Completed

11. spin that bottle (land on my heart) Rating: G / Status: Completed

12. strangely ours souls are constructed Rating: G / Status: Completed

13. the wee tragical love tales of saturn Rating: G / Status: One shot

(much of them, i realize now, are inspired by taylor swift songs)

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all-the-things-2020 · 5 months

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All-The-Things-2020 Fan Fiction Masterlist

So I’ve decided to create a pinned Masterlist for all of my finished fics. Some of them are posted only on AO3 right now but I will migrate them here to tumblr as I have time.

Pedro Pascal Characters

Year of Fandom Crossovers Masterlist

Masterlist of all the fics I wrote this year as part of the Year of Creation Challenge.

Din Djarin x Reader - A Sprig of Silver & Blue

A holiday inspired one-shot featuring Din and The Child (written before we knew Grogu’s name).

Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan) - Deeds Not Less Valiant

Completed series taking place after season 3. Demisexual Din finds out that maybe romance and love has a place in his life after all.

Din Djarin x OFC (Mariana Loxli) - Finding His Way series Masterlist. AO3 link to 1st title in series

Non-canon compliant series that takes place following season 1. It is canon-compliant up to that point and then diverges. Din and The Child meet a former Imperial slave who changes their lives for good. Featuring cameos from Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Chewbacca.

Din Djarin - The Man in the Shiny Mask (Futurama crossover)

Futurama script bringing Din and Grogu into the 31st century where they meet the crew of Planet Express.

Javier Peña x OFC (Cassidy Yates) - No Better Place

Completed series taking place in Laredo after Javi leaves the DEA. Featuring horses and some smut.

Joel Miller - Kindred Spirits (Anne of Green Gables crossover)

Joel and Ellie’s relationship reimagined on Prince Edward Island.

Joel Miller - Joel’s Pony Party

You are planning a birthday party for your six year old niece. Turns out the guy who runs the pony party place offers you more than just a pony ride.

Dieter Bravo - Fifty Shades of Orange (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy crossover)

Dieter ends up on the Heart of Gold and Arthur still can’t find a decent cup of tea.

Dieter Bravo x Orignal Female Character (Emily) - Late Night Talking

Regular person Emily meets celebrity Dieter Bravo. Romance ensues, along with plenty of humor and angst.

Frankie Morales - I Need a Pilot (Star Wars crossover)

Everyone’s favorite helicopter pilot transported to the Star Wars galaxy, with cameos by Finn and Poe.

Ezra x Reader - Lost, Only to Be Found (The Last of Us crossover)

Ezra and Cee in the Last Of Us universe. This one has a bittersweet ending.

Ezra x OFC (Claire) - All Our Future Prospects.

Ezra and Cee meet a corporate scientist and they all learn the importance of found family.

Marcus Morales - Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Star Trek: the Next Generation crossover)

Marcus tries to revive his Starfleet career after losing his wife.

Non-Pedro Pascal Characters

Legolas - A Grey Ship Sails.

How Legolas and Gimli came to leave the shores of Middle Earth after the death of Aragorn.

Samwise Gamgee - Into the West. AO3 link

How Samwise the Brave followed Mister Frodo into the West.

Poe Dameron x Finn - Family Is More Than Blood series Masterlist.

Pure Stormpilot fluff, featuring a few crossovers with characters from the Finding His Way series. Also a hint of Reylo.

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casualoddities · 8 months

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As an add on to the fic question post - do you all have any favourite AoGG fanfics or LM Fics?

I recommend anything from katherine-with-a-k and Eliza Sky

Oh and BasoonGirl did an excellent post Emily Quest fic

#anne of green gables #lm montgomery #fanfiction #fanfic

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redplaidjacket · 3 months

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The Happiness We Must Win

I loved elizasky's Glen Notes fanfiction series so much that I started a fansite for it. It is still in progress, and I will try to update regularly. There is so much to go back to in the whole series (the poetry, the history...), but the website is also my interpretation of the story sometimes, pictures I found that made me think of it, maybe drawings I will make in the future etc.

I hope it reaches some other fans of this incredible fanfic, probably the best I ever read.

#anne of green gables #aogg fanfiction #lucy maud montgomery #the happiness we must win #shirley blythe #carl meredith #una meredith #rainbow valley #elizasky

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elinor-brown · 6 months

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SPOILER ALERT:

I remember feeling a little sad when I read the Anne of Green Gables series because, despite my love for the Merediths, I found it a pity that none of the Blythe children married one of the Wright children in the future. It would have been so nice to see one of Anne and Diana's children ending up together. Come on, out of six children, or rather...

In my fanfiction writer's mind, there's a parallel universe where the little white lady never died, perhaps she's the perfect candidate to fulfill my wish.

A World Not So Pink

#anne of green gables #anne with an e #fanfiction #joyce blythe #fanfic #fred wright jr #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

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rosepetalsinwinter · 10 months

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(For those of you who haven't seen the show)

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It'll be only one, maybe two parts. Bucky x female reader from the third perspective (he/she, her/him)

Based on an unhinged nightmare I had.

Sneak peek under the cut:

Summary: Ghosts reside in the quiet town of Avonlea, but those are just rumours, aren’t they? An orphan girl becomes the latest victim of her school’s bully, and it’s all Bucky’s fault. Or is it?

“Bruce,” Jen called, wiping the countertops with a wet rag. ��The fence on the east side needs repairing, and we have a stack of fresh hay needing to be rolled. See if you can get George Barnes’ boy to help. It’s too much work for you to manage alone.”

Bruce adjusted his glasses and turned to Jen. “Bucky Barnes? He’s not in the country right now, cousin. He went to visit his great aunt in New York, remember?”

“Ah, silly me! What about Gilbert Blythe? Is he still in Alberta with his father?”

Bruce hummed, returning his attention to the newspaper. “Seems like it. Bucky should be back soon. I’ll pay a visit at the end of the week and see what can be arranged.”

The girl laughed. “Bucky?”

“Yes,” Jen replied. “I believe he’s in the same grade as you.”

“What a dreadful name! Bucky!” the girl exclaimed.

Jen gave her a reproachable look. “Not as dreadful as that hair. Come on now, you’re running late.”

#polls #bucky barnes x reader #anne with an e #anne of green gables #fanfiction #fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #random post #Youtube #writing

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chriscalledmesweetie · 1 year

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Sherlock of Green Gables

Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade, confirmed bachelors who have recently moved to Avonlea, decide to adopt an orphan girl to help with the housework, rather than hiring someone local, who might be tempted to carry tales back to the village about how many beds were — or were not — slept in. However, the hand of fate steps in to deliver them a boy, instead. Since Sherlock could just as easily be a girl’s name, they decide to keep the child, and pass him off as a girl. Little do they know just how much trouble — and joy — Sherlock will bring into their lives.

As for young John Watson, he and Sherlock will manage to bring all manner of trouble — and joy — into each other's lives, as well.

Now complete with a ten hour Podfic of Sherlock of Green Gables, created by the talented and generous Juulna (@juuls) for @fandomtrumpshate. Please treat yourself to a listen and leave her some greatly deserved kudos. ❤️

#sherlock #johnlock #mystrade #podfic #fandom trumps hate #fanfiction #anne of green gables #my fic

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shannyh25 · 10 months

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Summary:

Being a single parent is hard. Being a single parent, and a teacher in a brand new town is even harder. That’s how young Miss Anne Shirley feels when she moves to the small town of Avonlea with her daughter Annabelle. Anne is going to be the new school teacher for the small town. What happens when a certain Dr. Gilbert Blythe’s own daughter is starting school for the first time and happens to be in Anne’s class? Will Anne’s daughter and Gilbert’s daughter be best friends? How does Anne and Gilbert feel about their daughter’s being best friends? Do old feelings rise for Anne and Gilbert?

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I would like to do a special thanks to my new friend I met on Fan Fiction. Her name is mavors4986.She has helped me and given me ideas for all three of my Anne Of Green Gables story ideas. I probably gave her three all together. She has been so kind and helpful. Putting up with all of my crazy story ideas! You guys should check out her stories on Fan Fiction. She writes really good Anne and Gilbert stories!

Also, I would like to do a shout out to another author on Fan Fiction. Her user name is Anne O’ the Island. She wrote The Teacher In The Glen and Anne’s Joy along with a few other ones. Though I have read only the two so far that I have mentioned. She gave me permission to base my story off of her own story which is The Teacher In The Glen. You guys should read her stories as well, they are really good.

Chapter 1

Anne Shirley didn’t like wearing dark colors, especially for funerals. She had only been to one funeral and that was back when Matthew had died. She wore a black hat and dress. That color combination definitely matched her mood she was feeling that day - sad and depressed. That’s how she is feeling today. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to feel these feelings again at least not for a long time. She was only 22 years old.

Anne was getting ready for the service of her dead husband. She was sitting in the church with her young daughter who was only 6 years old. Her daughter is the splitting image of Anne herself. She had red hair, freckles and Anne even had braided her daughter’s hair into her two braids just like Anne had done when she was a child. Then Anne had tied a black ribbon to hold her daughter’s braids in lace.

Anne didn’t want her daughter to have to wear black to a funeral. Black is a depressing color. Instead, she had her daughter wear a deep, dark, purple colored dress. The only exception Anne had was her daughter’s hair ribbon that was black.

Anne’s daughter Naomi, was pressed into her mother side. Her eyes were wide but her face expression was sad. She understood a little bit that her daddy wasn’t coming back but hadn’t fully understood why he wasn’t coming back. She only knew that he had gone away and will be gone for a long time.

Anne looked at her daughter’s sad face and rubbed her daughter’s back. Anne’s heart broke, but she wasn’t that sad that Roy had died. Marrying Roy was the biggest mistake that Anne had made. Which put a big strain on Anne and Roy’s relationship. Anne only stuck around with Roy because of Naomi.

Anne was young when her and Roy got married. Anne quickly got pregnant only a couple of months after they married and by the time early spring came, little Naomi was born.

Was it strange that Anne didn’t feel a hint of sadness that he died? She supposed it was strange. She hadn’t really cried and Roy’s family was surprised at Anne’s emotionless reaction. Yes, she was sad but sad for her sake of her daughter.

The only people that new about Anne and Roy’s relationship problems was Diana and Roy’s mother and sisters but they never brought it up when Naomi was around.

Anne felt a tugging on her arm and she looked down at her daughter. Naomi was crying and Anne hadn’t even heard her.

“Oh sweetheart, come here. We are going to be okay.” Anne murmured softly.

Naomi crawled into her mother’s lap and cried into her chest. Anne stroked her daughter’s hair.

“I don’t want Papa to be away forever momma. I want him to stay here with us. Why is he in that box on the table?” Naomi sniffed.

Anne inhaled a sharp breath. “Well, your Papa is inside the box because he is resting. He is sleeping. Uncle Fred and some of your Pops friends are going to carry the box he is in and we are going to bury the box and...”

Naomi looked up at her mother startled. “No momma. You can’t bury the box in the ground! Papa is in it! He wouldn’t be able to breathe!”

How can Anne explain this as gently to her daughter? Think Anne. Use that imagination of yours!

Naomi was looking at her father that was inside the “box”. To her, it looked like her Papa was just sleeping but the whole time Naomi and her momma had been at the church, her Papa had been in the box and he hadn’t moved at all. Just laid there with his hands over his chest and his eyes closed.

“Sweetheart, your Papa can’t feel anything anymore. He is inside the special box called a coffin. Do you see those handles on the side? That’s to have Pops friends help carry his coffin to the burial site. The burial site is a special hole that you place the coffin in. Your Papa won’t feel anything. He won’t feel the coffin being carried, he won’t feel the coffin being buried into the special hole. Once the coffin is in the hole, we will put dirt on top of it. We can leave flowers too.” Ann explained softly.

“So, so, Papa will be able to just sleep under ground? He won’t feel anything? He won’t have trouble breathing because he is buried?” Naomi asked.

Anne by this point was holding her daughter. Naomi’s tears had soaked Anne’s dress, but Anne didn’t care. She was comforting her daughter.

“That’s right sweetheart. His body has stopped working completely. Once he is buried, he will be able to rest peacefully.” Anne said.

“I miss him momma.” Naomi whimpered.

“I know darling girl. I miss him too.” Anne said.

Anne was broken out of her thoughts when she heard a soft whimper and turned to see Naomi. Her daughter was crying and Anne could tell that something was on Naomi’s mind.

“What is sweetheart?” Anne asked gently.

“Papa always tucked me in at night and read me stories momma. It isn’t fair. He is supposed to be here too. Just like you. He was supposed to help take care of me. He promised me he would never leave me. He lied momma. He left me and he left you. Who will tuck me in at night momma? Who will read to me? Papa was always at the door with open arms when you and I would come home from going to see Aunt Marilla. He would always ask how our trip was. Papa would always have a bouquet of flowers for each of us when we came home. He won’t do that anymore because he is in there.” Naomi sobbed pointing to the box.

Anne was quite taken a back with what Naomi just said. That was one reason why she didn’t leave Roy like she had wanted too. Roy and Naomi had a strong relationship. Whenever Roy’s mother would scold Naomi for being too noisy, talkative and not acting like a proper lady and so on, Naomi would run to her daddy and he would comfort her and promised he would talk to his mother. Naomi would go to Anne too of course, but Roy could talk firmly to his mother explaining that Naomi was only 6 years old. Roy’s mother couldn’t possibly expect Naomi to act like a little lady at that age. Roy’s mother would just huff and glare at Naomi.

“I know darling girl. I miss him too but we will be okay. I have plans for us and I’ll explain everything this evening, okay?” Anne said.

“Okay momma.” Naomi mumbled.

Anne and Naomi were both staring at the coffin that was holding Roy’s body. Anne realized this was Naomi’s first time seeing a dead person and it happened to be her daddy. Anne looked at Naomi and was waiting for all the questions to come out about death and what happens to the body.

Anne herself had only experienced death once. That was when Matthew died unexpectedly right in Anne’s arm. Matthew and Anne were bringing in the sheep from the field when Anne saw Matthew start to walk funny and Anne realized something was terribly wrong. She quickly ran to him and she caught him in her arms before they both hit the ground.

Naomi saw Roy’s death just like Anne saw Matthew’s death. Roy and his mother were arguing about Anne not handling Naomi like a mother should and all of a sudden Roy dropped to the ground. Anne was in the room at the time and caught him in her arms just like she did Matthew.

Naomi was terrified and once she realized what happen to her daddy, she let out the biggest scream Anne had ever heard. Anne was shocked and so was Roy’s mother. Roy’s two older sisters came running into the room looking confused. Naomi was sitting next to Anne on the floor. Begging her daddy to come back.

Anne hadn’t realized that someone was talking to her and gently shaking her shoulder to get her attention.

“Hmm. What?” Anne asked confused.

Anne didn’t notice Diana coming into the room. She was lost in her memory when Roy had just sudden collapsed onto the grounds

“I’m sorry to say this Anne, but it’s time for the service. Fred wanted me to come and get you and Naomi.” Diana said softly.

An unexpected tear fell from Anne’s eyes, taking her by surprise. She quickly wiped them away so Naomi wouldn’t see her crying. That would just upset Naomi even more to see her momma crying.

Taking a deep breath, Anne stood up and gave Diana a small smile and then Anne turned towards Naomi.

“Okay sweetheart, it’s time. Did you want to say goodbye to your daddy here while it’s just us? You can.” Anne said softly.

Naomi shook her head yes. Anne and Naomi got up from the bench and walked towards Roy’s coffin. Anne placed some flowers on top of Roy so he was holding them.

Diana had brought over a small stool so Naomi could see Roy properly. Naomi looked at both Anne and Diana for permission to kiss her daddy goodbye.

Diana gave a small nod of her head yes while she was standing next to a quiet Anne. Anne was crying just a little bit at seeing Naomi having to say goodbye to her father.

Naomi stood on the stool and bent over to face Roy. She gently gave him a kiss on the forehead and said softly “I love your Papa. I’ll never forget you. Rest in peace.”

Anne was sobbing quietly into Diana shoulder. Watching Naomi saying good bye her daddy forever hurt Anne. Naomi was so young at having to do this.

Naomi got down from the stool and ran over to Anne and buried her face into Anne’s tummy and cried.

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A little something to pass an hour.

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I'll take care of you (Reader x Jerry Baynard)

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Summary: Reader gets her period and doesn't realize it till she starts having bad cramps. Jerry helps you out, by being a true gentleman. Giving you medicine, washing your dress, cuddling and making sure you are alright.

You knocked on the wood of the barn to get his attention. It didn’t seem to catch his attention as he was too busy rustling the hay around with a pitchfork. You tried knocking the wood again, hurting your knuckles again. When that didn’t work, you started clearing your throat. First soft then louder. It appeared he was caught up in his own imagination, whistling a bit. – “Jerry!” – you called out as a last resort. Jerry got startled, some hay scooped up in the air as it fell down. Some lost strays of hay falling on his shoulder.

“Y/n!” – Jerry said as the shock wore off. He noticed some hay laying on his shoulder, so he wiped it off. – “Anne is not home.” – he said figuring you came for her. – “I know.” – you replied walking into the barn. Jerry frowned wondering what you were doing here then. – “Nor Marilla or Matthew.” – you let him know.

Jerry set the pitchfork down, leaning a bit against the handle. – “You’ve spied on us.” – he teased with a cheeky smile. It made you pull your shoulders up innocently. – “What are you here for then?” – he asked seeing you smile shyly. His eyes widened with surprise.

“Don’t tell me lovely Y/n you are here to see me?” – Jerry said dramatically gesturing at himself. – “If you are taunting me, I’m not.” – you answered already turning on your heel. Jerry dropped the pitchfork, running over to you. – “Non, non Y/n you shall stay.” – he made clear taking you by the wrist and holding you in place. His reaction made you laugh as you could never stay mad at him.

You let Jerry pull you further into the barn. – “I just have to finish this up and then I am free for you.” – he spoke letting go of your hand. – “I’ll help.” – you suggested picking up some hay from the ground. Jerry quirked his eyebrow up at you. You threw the hay around with a sheepish smile as it made Jerry snort loud. – “Don’t laugh.” – you made clear trying to glare at him.

It made Jerry snort even louder at your face. His laugh made you laugh as well. – “You can sit over there.” – Jerry pointed at a barrel. – “And watch me work. It will be faster.” – she spoke. You obeyed sitting down on the barrel. Jerry winked your way before diving back into the work. You watched how he worked. Fast and organized. Scattering the hay around for Belle, the horse. She needed a warm bed after all.

You were kicking your legs back and forth while humming a song. Jerry started to whistle along with you, occasionally looking over his shoulder to you. – “How is school Y/n?” – he asked to make some small talk. – “Alright.” – you answered stroking your skirt. Removing any wrinkles by hand. – “How are you Jerry?” – you asked in return making him laugh. – “Good Y/n.” – he replied with a chuckle.

Jerry continued to work as you looked around. Blinking a few times thoughtfully, you weren’t sure what you were suddenly feeling. A sense of something brewing. Bubbling inside of you. It took you a few seconds to actually feel the discomfort coming from your stomach. Furrowing your brows, you rubbed your hand over it.

A numb pain let itself know as you felt it squeeze your inside. Making you grab for your stomach. Where was this stomach-ache suddenly coming from? The discomfort grew as it made you cross your legs, bending a bit over to press your hand deep into your stomach.

“You okay?” – Jerry asked having looked over his shoulder to you. – “Fine…” – you answered with distress on your face. – “Liar.” – Jerry spoke back as he suddenly saw you winch from the pain. He let his pitchfork fall into the hay, making his way over to you. – “Where is it hurting?” – he asked with concern.

Your muscles contracted as you panted loud from the pain. Then your eyes widened. Feeling a sudden wetness between your legs. It made you jump off the barrel. You turned a piece of your dress to the front, gasping at the redness of it. Jerry saw it too, making you pull it embarrassed back.

It was your period. – “I…I…I…I’m so sorry.” – you stuttered out feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed. Your cheeks flushed with heat wanting to sink through the ground from shame. You started to make your way to the open gate of the barn to disappear.

“Y/n it is alright.” – Jerry said calmly following you. You started crying feeling stupid and ashamed that he had to see that. Another wave of pain came as it made you flinch at the pain. – “I…I’ll just go home.” – you breathed out not wanting to saddle Jerry with you. You were a mess and you felt like one. – “Non!” – Jerry said firm, grabbing you by your arm.

He started pulling you out of the barn towards the house. – “You are in pain. I will take care of it.” – he said leading you up to the house. He pushed the door open, letting go of you. You stood a bit lost in the room, hands against your arms, blocking your chest. Sniffling loud, you looked embarrassed away. Embarrassed that you had your period around Jerry. A boy!

Jerry started searching the cabinets as he found nothing. He then left for another room, leaving you alone. Feeling disgusted from the wetness between your legs, you felt it leave a thin line of blood going down your leg.

Jerry returned holding some small boxes as he took you again by the arm. He led you up the stairs. Leaving you in the bathroom. There you saw yourself in the mirror. Face red from crying. It made you wipe some sticky hair out of your face and trying to be presentable. What would Jerry think of you now? Jerry returned with a dress. – “Here is it Anne’s, but you can use it for a moment.” – he commented holding it up to you.

You accepted the dress. Jerry then placed the little box on the sink. – “Those are medicine Marilla gives to Anne when she has it.” – Jerry explained. – “I’ll let you change clothes. Do you know what to do?” – he asked. You nodded wiping your cheek dry. Jerry nodded already closing the door. Once shut, you stared a bit lost around you. Till you slowly started to undress.

Sobbing a bit, you cleaned yourself, washing up. You did what you had been taught to keep your dress from staining more. By wrapping extra protection around your waist. Then you took in the medicine for the pain. You gently knocked on the door, letting Jerry know you were done.

Jerry opened the door, taking your blooded dress from you. – “I’ll wash this up so it will be clean when you go home.” – he spoke wanting to disappear again, but you stopped him by calling his name. – “Jerry!” – he paused. – “How… how is it that you know so much? What to do and stuff? I mean you are a boy…” – you spoke. Jerry chuckled. – “I have sisters Y/n.” – he simply said before shutting the door once more. Jerry went downstairs to wash your dress.

Put it in the sink and wash the stain out. You left the bathroom, going down the stairs. Nearly below you stopped to admire Jerry washing your dress. He almost got the stain out, scrubbing hard with soap. When he was done, he turned around, noticing you on the stairs. He smiled lovely at you before heading outside to leave your dress to hang and dry.

He returned, taking your hand to lead you further down. – “How are you feeling?” – he asked concerned leading you into the living room. – “Better, thank you.” – you replied. Jerry sat you down as he came sitting beside you. He wrapped an arm around you. You snuggled closer to him, pulling your legs up with you in the sofa. – “Thank you… for taking care of me.” – you told him, looking up. – “Always lovely Y/n.” – Jerry responded looking back at you.

“I’d care for you a hundred times. I’d wash a thousand dresses if you like. I don’t want to see you in pain or discomfort.” – he told you touching your chin. Lifting yourself a bit up, you neared him. Bringing your lips to his to kiss him. Not just to thank him, but because you actually cared and liked him. Jerry kissed you tenderly back. Then the two of you snuggled closer, cuddling till you no longer had any pain and your dress was dry to change back.

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