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kimpossibly · 2 years

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎 → g. blythe

pairing: gilbert blythe x fem!reader type: fic request: none warnings: mild angst (but mostly fluff)

prompt/trope: "I like you." A mumbles, almost scared to admit. B absently reaches for A's hand on the railing, a smile forming on their lips. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know-" A throws B's hands on their shoulders, pulling them by their waist. "You and I know, and I think that's--that's more than enough, love." (@urfriendlywriter)

summary: when an accidental glance makes y/n's heart race, she's pushed to make a confession to her best friend, gilbert―who, surprisingly, seems open to a confidential agreement. word count: 1845

One glance. That was all it took. Y/n looked up momentarily from her slate, craned her neck ever so slightly to look beside her, and found a pair of hazel eyes already locked on her. In an instant she saw familiar freckles and curly dark hair, and an instant later they were gone. Gilbert's head snapped away the moment Y/n's eyes met his as he struggled desperately to look instantaneously busy in his studies, but Y/n's head stayed up, a crease forming between her brows as she gazed on, trying to work out why exactly Gilbert's eyes had been on her - and, even more, how long?

"Miss Y/l/n!" Mr. Philips snapped from his place at the desk. "Tear your eyes away from Mr. Blythe for once and focus."

A spattering of giggles from the girls and snickers from the boys coursed over the room. The only two who stayed truly silent were Gilbert and Y/n, who kept their eyes fixed intently on their respective slates so as not to draw any more attention to themselves - or to the other. Y/n's cheeks blazed red (as did Gilbert's although she was too afraid to look up and see it).

But it all begged the question, why? Gilbert and Y/n had been close friends from what seemed like the beginning of time. Well, perhaps friends wasn't the best way to describe how they started out. They began as all children do―by bothering each other. He'd pull her hair and she'd chase him around the schoolyard, throwing insults back and forth until they both ran out of breath. It happened so often that, at some point, they almost began to enjoy it. Soon enough they'd find themselves taking the same path to and from school. They'd use that time to bicker as well, not wanting to walk in awkward silence. Then, eventually, their bickering turned to casual conversation, then to enrapturing discussion about anything―reading, school, the goings on of Avonlea.

But they were friends. That was all. So why was Y/n blushing to high heaven over nothing but a momentary glance?

"Miss Y/l/n! Tear your eyes away from Mr. Blythe for once and focus." Y/n replayed the teacher's scolding again and again in her mind as she walked to town hall. Recently she'd been giving her time to help Miss Lind with the annual Christmas play she put on - with Gilbert. The two had long since grown out of participating, so they volunteered to help in other ways. Miss Lind had put Gilbert in charge of the lighting, seeing as he was the only one who could make sense of the queues and contraptions involved in the process. And Gilbert, quipping that he could only truly stand to be around her for hours at a time, elected Y/n to help him.

Until that day, Y/n had looked forward to rehearsal. But now she found her palms beginning to sweat as the town hall neared, despite the snow that was still surrounding her as she walked.

"Y/n!" Miss Lind exclaimed upon the girl's arrival. "Lovely to see you. Gilbert's already in the loft―go on up and see what you can do to help."

Miss Lind knew to phrase her request in such a way because it was common knowledge that Gilbert was the true brains behind the operation, and Y/n was his less knowledgeable but very teachable assistant. Y/n nodded at Miss Lind's request and left her to continue squawking at the young children singing a very off-key rendition of The Twelve Days of Christmas.

Y/n climbed the familiar steps to the upper loft at the back end of the auditorium, feeling her heart race as she did so. She tried with all her might to scold it back to a normal rhythm, but it was no use. All the panic just wormed its way into her mind, her thoughts racing at speeds that were surely unnatural.

Gilbert was indeed already at the loft, close by the railing, tinkering with one of the stands as she tried to raise it a few inches. Y/n stepped quietly so as not to make her presence known immediately, hoping for a few extra seconds to plan how to address him (although she had never quite wondered such a thing before), but her heel brushed a paint can by the landing and caused a great scraping noise that in turn made Gilbert whip around in surprise.

Y/n pursed her lips. "Oops." she muttered.

She heard Gilbert laugh. "Could you stop knocking things over for a moment and help me?" he asked. "I can't quite figure out how this is supposed to work."

"Aren't you supposed to be the expert on lighting?" Y/n quipped, walking over and crouching to look at the light stand from below. "No, no you're doing it wrong―there's a fixture inside that needs to be turned, but it's locked. There should be something on here to unlock it..." she spoke, running her hands along the stand until her fingers grazed a notch. She seized it, pressing tightly until the button depressed, and there was a small click. Immediately the stand began to collapse into itself, lowering at a high speed. Gilbert and Y/n both reached out to stop it and found their hands on top of each other. At once the stand stopped its fall and came to halt, leaving both Gilbert and Y/n breathless.

There was a moment of silence as they both blinked at the stand, making sure it wouldn't fall. Then, Gilbert let out a breath, laughing slightly. "Now who's the expert?" he asked quietly.

Y/n smiled breathlessly back at him, now intently aware of Gilbert's hand atop hers. He froze as well, seemingly noticing the same thing. Y/n's breath hitched. In an instant she removed her hand from the stand and moved away to let Gilbert raise the stand himself. Y/n moved to stand by the railing and looked down upon the rehearsal on the stage. She picked at wood chips on the railing nervously, her hands growing cold.

Gilbert watched her for a moment as she did so before turning back away to fiddle with the light stand. Something gnawed at him as he did so, but he focused on the task ahead of him.

Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek and fiddled with the railing. She couldn't do much about the lighting without Gilbert to instruct her―but she was dead set on not turning around and speaking to him unless absolutely necessary. And, right now, nothing seemed necessary. Not in the slightest.

Finally there was a sigh, and Gilbert moved to stand beside her, placing his own hands on the railing. "What?" he asked lowly.

Y/n didn't meet his eyes, but stared straight ahead of her. "What do you mean?"

"You seem upset." he said gently. "Anything I can do to help?"

Y/n almost laughed at that―Gilbert's not knowing that he was the root cause of all of her worries. "There's nothing you can do, Gilbert. Believe me." she said. "Unless you're up for murdering Mr. Philips?"

"Normally I would say yes, but today I'm feeling like an upstanding citizen. So I guess I'd say...make it look like an accident."

Y/n laughed this time, but a moment later she felt Gilbert take a step closer to her, and her heart beat resumed its incredible pace. She moved away to the other side of the loft almost immediately to try and lower the other stand to meet the other. Gilbert frowned as she moved away.

Y/n lowered the stand with a decisive press, making sure it was level with the one on the other side. Miss Lind was struggling to gather all the actors together on the stage to start from the top of the show, meaning that soon Y/n and Gilbert would be forced into silence as they focused on the show. For Y/n, that couldn't come soon enough.

The show began within the next several minutes, during which Y/n and Gilbert sat in uncomfortable silence as they shuffled around the loft, rearranging things and ensuring everything was in its correct place. Y/n set the light and left it, knowing that she needn't change it for the majority of the show. Gilbert set the other light as well and saw Y/n wander back to the railing, leaning against it and holding onto it so tightly that her knuckles turned white. He frowned.

In a moment, Y/n saw Gilbert lean backward onto the railing beside her out of the corner of her eye and stiffened, gritting her teeth. They stood there for a moment with Gilbert trying to figure out to phrase his approach and Y/n hoping against all hopes that he didn't try to say anything.

But, of course, he did. "I know something is wrong." he whispered.

"Shh," was all Y/n said in response, using the ongoing show in front of them as an excuse to shush him.

Gilbert's frown grew deeper, but he pushed on nonetheless. "Is this about earlier? Because what Mr. Philips said―"

"Shh," she said, more forcefully.

"Y/n." said Gilbert, taking her hand from the railing and holding it in his. Y/n looked down at it, her heart skipping a beat. Gilbert tried to meet her eyes, but she kept them craned down. "Y/n, look at me."

She bit her lip. How could she explain to Gilbert something she didn't fully understand herself?

Slowly, she looked up, worry knitting her brows together.

"Tell me what's wrong." Gilbert pleaded quietly. "Whatever it is, I want to help. I don't like it when...I don't like seeing you upset. So, come on. Talk."

Y/n, overcome with worry, looked away, fixing her eyes on the stage. She had a chance―a chance to do something that had the power to completely upend her and Gilbert's friendship. But she didn't think she could stand regret.

"I like you." Y/n mumbled.

Gilbert absently reached for Y/n's hand on the railing, a smile forming on his lips. Then, in one swift motion, Gilbert moved forward and pressed his lips on hers. Y/n, shocked, nearly jumped out of her skin. But, almost in an instant, she relaxed into his touch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

But a moment later she pulled away, fear worming its way back into her mind. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know―"

Gilbert interrupted her by throwing his hands on her waist, pulling her in. "You and I know, and I think that's―that's more than enough, love."

Y/n smiled, the fear melting away as she looked at Gilbert.

"Hey!" came the shrill voice of Miss Lind. "That's the light cue! What's going on up there?"

"Nothing!" Gilbert and Y/n yelled in unison, scrambling back to their posts on the loft, hiding their smiles.

Author's Note: AHHHHHH MY FIRST FIC!! I've had this one in my head for a while now, but @urfriendlywriter 's prompts just really nailed it into my head that I needed to write it. I've been binging AWAE as school started and...I gotta say...I'm a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes. And the title, inspired by a Hozier song, just fits the vibe of the show so well I love it. But yeah! Enjoy my first fic and send in any and all requests you got!

<3 Gracie

#anne with an e #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #awae #anne with an e fanfic

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merlieve · 4 months

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Hello! I wanted to request a Gilbert x fem!reader where the reader seeks comfort within Gilbert’s arms after a devastating event in the reader life, the rest is up to you

i’m only me when i’m with you :: g.b

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: you know how i’m a SLUT for hurt comfort, so now i’m chugging this one out, also Dr. Gunn was a real medical publisher, i did my research. sorry if it’s shorter than usual it’s literally 4am ]

The [Last Name] household had been a well-respected family at Avonlea, their reputation of formality and intellect exceeding expectations. That’s why when [Name] had gotten an 80% on her mathematics evaluation, her father ridiculed her for her academic performance;

“How have you managed to get such a scarce grade in mathematics?! Are you an imbecile?” Screeched [Father’s Name], gripping his daughters' worksheet in his hand, veins in his head, almost about to burst. “You’ve shattered our family name!”

Standing in front of her disappointed father, [Name] could hardly do anything, tears flowing from her cheeks, as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

[Mother’s Name] quickly shut down her husband’s behaviour, “We don’t have the time for this [Father’s Name], let's talk about this in a civilized manner -” “Who cares?! Our daughter’s an idiot!” Interrupted by her husband, she knew better than to fuel his fire. “Times like these, I ask myself if she’s even mine…” Whispered [Father’s Name], tearing [Name]’s worksheet until it was shredded.

As the papers fell in front of her trembling body, [Name] wasted no time in leaving her home, grabbing her coat and shunning the calls of her parents, pleading for her to come back.

…

While walking by the eye-catching rivers and cattle farms of her town, [Name] didn’t seem to enjoy the beautiful scenery, eyes blurry while being filled with tears. [Name] felt like there was no place to go, the once comfort of her own home felt like the last thing she wanted to go back to. If she had nowhere to go, why were her legs taking her to a certain Blythe’s home?

Knock, Knock. Knock.

The faded knocking on the front door startled Gilbert, who was scanning the latest book of Dr. Gunn, he hadn’t expected any visitors to come, ‘then again, it could be the wind,’ and dismissed it, but when he heard a faint; “Gilbert? Is anybody home?” He quickly ran down the stairs, sniffing his clothes to make sure he seemed decent enough.

Opening the door, Gilbert was alarmed at [Name]’s shaky body, “G-Gilbert…” sighed the girl before him, her lovely face drenched in tears. She wasted no moment collapsing in his arms, hugging him with all her baggage. “Don’t let go, please… I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, I have nowhere to go…” Whimpered [Name], shoving her face in his neck, inhaling her beloved’s scent.

Taken aback, Gilbert hadn’t expected [Name]’s sudden vulnerability, but he didn’t need to understand her to give the same amount of comfort back. Hearing her shaky breath, Gilbert’s heart was filled with compassion, “I will never let go. I’ll protect you, darling, I always have and never failed,” Placing his hand on the back of her head while the other patted her back, as he attempted to soothe her.

Whatever happens, [Name] always comes back to Gilbert.

#merlieve’s fics ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#anne with an e #anne with an e fanfic #anne with an e netflix #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blthe fanfic #hurt comfort #anne with an e angst

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beckybubbles · 2 years

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Somewhere beneath the stars, they're yearning.

✨

The Love Letter, Chapter 6

'my love' by Clare Elsaesser

The Love Letter, Chapter 9

'anything' by Adrianne Lenker

#the love letter #anne with an e #anne with an e fanfic #awae #gilbert blythe #anne shirley cuthbert #ao3 #shirbert fanfic

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js589 · 5 months

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as a follow-up to the poll you reblogged, what is your best work in your opinion?

Oh, my friend, thank you for giving me the chance to brag! 😁

In my opinion, my best work is:

I am not going to lie about how much I love this piece. It was originally going to be about 1/3-1/2 the length it turned out to be, but then I found I needed to flesh out the beginning a bit, and I could not be happier with how it turned out!

Often, when I go back and re-read my stuff, I see something that I'd change or do better were I to re-write it now. (Or, truthfully, sometimes I know I couldn't do better but I know it's not my best. You don't write fic for 20 years without more than a few duds!)

But this fic from the beginning just felt so right, even though it's a bit different from how I usually write. I wanted it to feel a bit like a fairytale (so the prose is maybe a bit more flowery than usual, IMO) but I also wanted it to really grab the reader when it was most intense. I invest emotionally in everything I write, but this one just made it easy.

Maybe I'm way off-base and too up my own ass about this, but I genuinely think it's my best and I appreciate the chance to be annoying about it! 😊

#just some word salad #anne with an e fanfic #awae fanfic #look i just unapologetically love this fic #(also mary deserved to live and i will never not correct that every chance i get)#(just had to add that in there)

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stardustspell · 1 year

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Title: Reckoning Fandom: Anne with an "E" Pairing: Jerry x Diana Rating: M Chapters: 5/8 Word Count: 11.3k Content Warnings: Attempted sexual assault (just this chapter specifically)- please mind the tags.

“—take off your coat.”

He’d been speaking but her blood had roared so loudly in her ears that she hadn’t heard anything that had come before. “What?”

Huffing through his nose, he stepped across the threshold and closed her bedroom door behind him, bolting it for good measure. Diana’s eyes widened as he moved towards her, her nose a hair’s breadth from his chest. “I asked you to take off your coat—unless you want me to do it for you?”

How had it come to this? Heart hammering in her ears, Diana blinked once at him, her mouth had gone sandpaper dry as she sucked in a hollow whistling breath. Clumsily, she fumbled at her belt with trembling fingers before Jerry’s hands—all warmth and gentleness—stayed them.

“S-sorry, I—”

“Don’t,” he whispered, unfastening her housecoat with steady precision. His hair fell into his dark eyes as he tugged at the knot, pulling her against his body. Gulping another ragged breath, Diana’s heart lept into her throat, her eyes locked onto his parted mouth. The tip of his tongue darted over his bottom lip, making her lean into him, eyes fluttering as she tangled her hands in his coat. “Eager, princess?”

His admonishment froze her in place and heated her cheeks, but before she could honor this with a sputtered reply, Jerry unraveled her belt with a final tug and parted her coat—sliding it off of her shoulders with warm, heavy hands. She let the silk and velvet pool at her feet.

Start chapter 5 here, or read it from the beginning here!

#anne with an e fan fic #jerry x diana fan fic #anne with an e fanfic #jerry x diana

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redinkrabbit · 2 years

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Started watching Anne with an e and honestly one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while 🥲

#netflix #digital art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #anne with an e #anne of green gables #green gables #netflix fanart #anne with an e fanart #anne with an e fanfic

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so-true-jestie · 2 years

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The last time Mary would ever speak to Anne, Gilbert had just come in from the garden.

Anne smiled at him. ‘Mary’s giving us one last recipe,’ she said.

(i broke my own heart writing this)

#shirbert friendship era #and a goodbye for mary #anne with an e #awae #awae s3 #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #mary lacroix #shirbert #anne with an e fanfic

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lottie--1234 · 2 years

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it sparks your soul

Muriel watched, leaning against the doorway and watching as the loving glace between Anne and Gilbert lingered. “Ah, to be young and in love.”, she thought. It was torment watching the pair interact each day, blindly oblivious to what they truly felt. Some days, it took all the strength she had to not lock them in the schoolhouse and make a break for it so they could finally muster up their courage and talk things over. Though it probably wouldn’t be that easy. It was more complicated than that, of course. After all, she had once spent an entire night trapped in a library with her late husband without confessing her feelings for him.

The teacher gathered her things and left the schoolroom to see a flustered Anne rushing home. She decided to do something she probably should have done weeks ago. “Anne! Stop for a second!” Muriel called after her redheaded student.

“Yes, Ms.Stacey?” Anne responded, swiftly turning around to face her teacher who had run after her.

“Do you have a moment to talk about something? At my house? I promise, it’ll only take a second of your time.” Muriel asked. Anne was excited inside to be spending time with both her hero and mentor but was curious all the more.

“Of course. I’m sure Marilla will understand.” Anne smiled. The pair turned around and made their way through the forest to Muriel’s secluded teacher’s cottage. “You have such a lovely home.” Anne mused as her eyes pored over the wildflowers that had grown outside her teacher’s house.

“Thank you, Anne. I enjoy the flowers, too. The bees they attract are always so cheerful.” Muriel told her student, pouring lemonade into two cups. Anne smiled to herself. “Kindred spirits, indeed.”, she thought happily. This made her think of Gilbert. Was he a kindred spirit? It certainly had seemed so at the dance practice earlier. Their movements were so light, so in sync. Like they belonged together. Like she could do this for the rest of her life. Was that what love meant? She wondered more. There were things she didn’t know. Like how being in love even felt. Was this it? She couldn’t ask Marilla and certainly not Matthew. Diana could ask her parents but clearly, she did not have that sort of luxury herself. Ms.Stacey had been married before, hadn’t she?

“Ms.Stacey. May I ask you something in confidence?” Anne asked, mustering up all the courage she had.

“Always, dear Anne.” the older woman replied, taking a sip of lemonade.

“What does being in love feel like?” This made Muriel smile and turn slightly red. She knew it was a matter of time before Anne had asked. She herself had the same questions at that age. And they were so alike, weren’t they?

“Well… it looks different for everyone. Maybe you plan it, maybe you don’t. Maybe you know, maybe you don’t at first. But one thing is the same. You can’t stop it. It’s when you have this person. This amazing person. And you want to make them smile for the rest of their life. Because every time they smile -even though it’s such a little thing- it sparks your soul.” Muriel said, in her steady tone and looked expectantly at Anne who was deep in thought. “Do you understand?”

“I think so. Was it like that with your husband? I’m so very sorry if I’m intruding.” This made Muriel so immensely happy inside. They had come such a long way from what happened the first day she had met this overzealous student.

“Not at all, Anne. I enjoy speaking about him. Jonah. His name was Jonah Stacey. We existed only for each other. It wasn’t love at first sight, I believe. Perhaps annoyed at first sight would be more accurate. He was in my Physics course and remained one of my greatest academic rivals until we graduated. But we became friends along the way. And one night, we were solving a particularly hard question and got accidentally locked in the school library. I had promised myself I wouldn’t fall in love with him but it was two o’clock in the morning, and we were laughing way too hard and I felt so immensely happy that I thought to myself that this was what I could do for my entire life and never tire of it. That’s the moment I knew.” Ms. Stacey told her student, telling her story.

“Did you tell him? And how?” Anne wondered. Muriel chuckled.

“I didn’t. Not then. It was about a year later. It was the last day of school before our summer holidays. I think a friend had talked some sense into him because he came running up to me with this adorable speech and when he was done, I just decided to go for it. I kissed him first.” Muriel admitted, proudly. “But there’s something I’ll always regret. I regret not telling him sooner. Not being braver. Because now he’s gone and we’ll never get that year back. That year we spent pretending to just be friends when everything was just so clear. Life is short, Anne. If you love someone, tell them.” Anne could feel the pieces of the puzzle come together in her head. She was in love with Gilbert Blythe. But first, she had a feeling no one had allowed her dear teacher to remember her late husband in a long time.

“I understand. Tell me a story about Jonah. He sounds like he was wonderful.” Anne breathed. She loved hearing about Ms.Stacey’s tragical romance.

“He was a surgeon. A good one at that. He saved countless lives. And he was so kind, Anne. He had this amazing mind, he loved to invent things. Always tinkering about with pieces of scrap metal and items people had discarded. He always said that everything had opportunity. Jonah was like hope personified. He was charming, too. There was a way about him that you just couldn’t dislike him. It was impossible. Come here, Anne.” the teacher gestured over for her student to join her kneeling by Jonah’s old trunk. She pulled out the ring box that held her plain silver wedding band and the engagement ring Jonah had made. It was made of silver wire wrapped around a moonstone. “He made it himself. He proposed when it was pouring down with rain. We got soaked but it’s still one of my happiest memories of him.”

“That sounds so romantic.” Anne mused. Maybe someday, someone would love her enough to do such divine things. Perhaps it would be Gilbert?

“This is what he looked like. Color doesn’t show on photographs but his ties were always so colorful. You couldn’t help but feel cheerful when you caught a glance of him. He would have loved you, Anne. There’s no doubt about it.” Muriel concluded her story, closing the trunk. The image of Jonah remained in her head, though. She remembered his deep, romantic brown eyes and his dark but soft hair against his milky, clear complexion. “God, Jonah. You were good looking, huh?” she thought to herself, hoping that Jonah was listening and laughing, wherever he was. A smile came across her face as she bade her student goodbye.

Anne walked down the path now wiser than she was when she came down it the last time and with a clearer head. She was in love with Gilbert Blythe. And now, she had to tell him one way or another.

#anne x gilbert #anne with an e #awae fanfic #awae #anne with an e fanfic #muriel x jonah #muriel stacy #miss stacy #gilbert blythe

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crvptidgf · 10 months

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i think what upsets me the most about the sudden cancellation of awae isn’t necessarily the fact that anne and gilbert finally got together after pining and longing for each other for aggesss, but rather the fact that anne, at last, seemed to find somewhere she belonged and we don’t even get to see it. i think she would thrive in college and it’s like the perfect place for her - and she’s with all of her friends! what could be better. her and josie set their differences aside for the most part, and she gets to hang out with her girls in a shared dorm and read and be at the top of class and grow independent!!! i just want to see her live a better life. i miss this show so much. i might read the books but i can’t handle the extra depressing facts that are included in them. we’ll see.

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kimpossibly · 2 years

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𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 → anne with an e

love interest: gilbert blythe trope: academic rivals to lovers

personality + background: meredith is a free spirit that's been locked away due to necessity. after her mother's passing, she, her father, and her little sister violet moved from the city of amesbury to the small community of avonlea. her only comfort in the instability was her books. her mother's influence had led both meredith and violet to be avid readers. because of this, meredith finds herself at the top of her class in avonlea, rivaled only by gilbert blythe. in the classroom, he's cocky and eager to prove that he knows just a little bit more than her. but outside? well, that's another story entirely - one that meredith doesn't want to pick up and read.

#liz's ocs #meredith hadfield #anne with an e #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x oc #anne with an e fanfic #enemies to lovers

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merlieve · 2 years

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Hello my dear!

Could i put in a request for a Jerry Baynard x non binary reader (biological female body) who’s plus sized? and like, really insecure and Jerrys just like, making them feel amazing, soon leading him to ask them out. maybe him kissing their stomach (bc their insecure there) then hands then their lips finishing with ’i love you, my love’ BUT IN FRENCH OML IM DYING

If not its ok :)

froot :: jerry baynard x reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬-𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 & 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, & 𝐀 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: UHM, OF COURSE, I’M DOING THIS ASK, I literally swooned this was so creative, bff, AND please tell me ASAP if I had used she/her pronouns referring to the reader, I got used to writing that, and I hope it changes soon to avoid any mishaps, but I proofread it, and so far I don’t see any, but it is also 1 in the morning, so I can’t be so sure 😭 The title is inspired by MARINA’s song called Froot as I was listening to it while reading this. Anyway, I hope you liked this! ]

[Name] was criticized because of their form not reaching the beauty standards, and ever since [Name] found out that they were non-binary, it made them feel more insecure. What happens when someone from the town finds out and tells everyone? Would their parents kick them out? It was a roller coaster, and they had to be careful.

There is someone [Name] could trust, and it was Jerry. Jerry had been supportive of [Name] and expressed his love and care for them wholeheartedly, it was one of the things they loved about Jerry. He made them feel comfortable around him.

And, that's why they were able to tell Jerry what they felt when they went to his workplace. Jerry found [Name] crying when he climbed on top of the barn, seeing them curled up. “Hello?” Asked Jerry, slowly walking towards [Name]. “Oh, Jerry! Thank God, you're here...” Muttered [Name] whipping off their tears.

“What's the matter?” Questioned Jerry, sitting down next to [Name], looking at them with worried eyes. “I'm sorry, life's been difficult these past few days, I got a lot of stares from people while walking here, and I want to be with you, right now,” Whispered [Name], as they look at Jerry.

Jerry couldn’t imagine what [Name] was feeling, but he felt bad for them, giving them his full support. “Come here,” Nudged Jerry, pulling [Name] in for a hug. They stayed there for a few seconds, arms around each other.

“In times like those, I'd feel like there's no one out there for me,” Mumbled [Name], causing Jerry to look at them with a puzzled look. “What do you mean?” Asked Jerry, giving them his full attention.

“You know, how Anne goes on about love and romance, and I feel like that's not for me. If I'm going to be getting unfamiliar looks from strangers, I might as well not try and find a suitor!” Explained [Name], sighing after. “I feel like no one really loves me,”

“W-Well, I do,” Whispered Jerry, his body tensing up to what [Name] might say, looking away from them. “What?” Inquired [Name], moving away from him to get a better look. “I like you,” Repeated Jerry, feeling confident this time, “I really like you,”

This sudden confession overwhelmed [Name] with happiness and bliss. “I really like you, too, Jerry!” Replied [Name], giving Jerry a charming smile. After a moment of silence, Jerry looked at [Name], only to find them looking at him back.

“What are we now?” Asked [Name], moving their body towards Jerry to get a better look at him. “It depends, if you would like me to court you,” [Name] swore they almost swooned, they never thought about courting, since they thought no one would ever think about courting them, this was a first for them. “Jerry, I would be the happiest person in the world to court you,” Smiled [Name], holding Jerry’s hand.

Jerry couldn’t believe his ears. He hesitated his feelings for [Name], until recently, and he was glad. When he was with Diana he never felt at his place with her, but now he was with [Name], and they made them feel comfortable with a glance.

After their moment, Jerry looked around the barn to see if anyone was near them, “Would you like me to kiss you?” Whispered Jerry, making [Name] blush. Flabbergasted by the sudden question, [Name] still nodded, giving Jerry a smile.

To their surprise, Jerry unexpectedly kissed their belly, making [Name] jump at the sudden contact. The gesture made [Name] feel warmth across their heart, causing them to grim from ear to ear. He didn’t stop there, Jerry kissed [Name]’s hand, a normal peck but made [Name] feel overwhelmed. “Jerry-“ Began [Name], only to be cut off by Jerry’s chapped lip onto theirs.

Jerry pulled away, looking at [Name] with love evident in his eyes, “J’aime, mon amour,” Muttered Jerry, causing [Name] to giggle with delight, Jerry then decided that their laugh was the sweetest thing he had heard. “I love you, too, Jerry,” Smiled [Name].

Embarrassed that his once dirty cheeks were highlighted by pink, as blush ran up to his face, Jerry looked away. It was clear that his confidence faded after a while. [Name] could only laugh at his antics.

They wished this moment could last forever, but unfortunately, Jerry still had to work. After he had said his bye’s to [Name], his lover, [Name] spent the day thinking about their future with Jerry, and we could say the same with Jerry, too.

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Only paper rings (Reader x Jerry Baynard)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves, @lvcxifvr

Jerry was pacing in front of the barn, walking back and forth. With a stick in his hand, swayed he it from left to right. Mumbling to himself was he lost in deep thoughts. Thoughts that seemed out of reach to him. A dream he would never experience. A clear warning in his head, mocking him. He sighed, pausing for a moment. Why did all good things had to be out of reach. A jewel beyond his grasp. Jerry lowered his head, closing his eyes for a moment. His heart beating for you. With the stick, started he writing your name in the ground. Beside it drew he a heart. It made him smile, blowing a kiss at your name. – “My Y/n.” – whispered he out, staring dreamingly at your name.

Anne pushed the doors open, walking onto the porch. Carrying a bucket with both hands. Tension on her face, gritting her teeth as she tried to hold the bucket up. Carefully descended she down the steps, trying not to spill. Water splashed up, touching the surface of the bucket. It made Anne hold her breath for a moment, not wanting to spill on the porch. The water calmed down. She carefully placed her foot down, watching the water’s movement very carefully. Touching the ground, exhaled she relieved. No water spills on Marilla’s porch. Now that it didn’t matter that much, walked Anne firmly towards the basin she needed to be. Water splashing over in tiny bits. Darkening the dirt with every contact. Feeling her arms go sore, picked she up her pace. Near the basin, emptied she the bucket. Bringing her hand to her forehead, wiped she some sweat away.

Turning around frowned she at Jerry’s unusual behavior. He was simply standing there instead of working. Ready to give him a piece of her mind, stomped Anne towards him. Her glare folded into a frown, the closer she got to him. She started slowing down her pace, seeing clear lines in the dirt. As silent as she could be, sneaked she. She could vaguely make out some letters, but why would Jerry write something in the dirt. Close to Jerry got she on the tips of her toes, looking over his shoulder down. Her eyes widened at your name written down in the dirt. Jerry sharply turned around, feeling someone breathing down his neck. – “Anne!” – shouted he out in panic. He quickly moved his foot over the dirt, erasing your name. – “What… what are you doing here?” – asked he, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Anne quirked her eyebrow up with a slight narrow of her eye. Jerry looked down to the stick he was holding, throwing it away with a sheepish snicker. – “Why did you write Y/n’s name?”

Jerry swallowed nervously. – “I…I…” – he puffed, crossing his arms. – “You misread.” – pointed he out. – “Did I now?” – Anne leaned in closer, seeing the shy twinkle in his eyes. Jerry nodded. – “It was French.” – lied he. Anne leaned back, not believing one bit of it. – “I didn’t know Y/n was French…” – said she out loud to herself, tapping her chin. – “I wonder why you wrote her name…” – Anne started circling around him, continuing to tap her chin thoughtfully. – “Is it perhaps because you admire her?” – she spoke, her tone with a hint of mischievous. – “Does she make your heart beat faster? Your hands feel clammy?” – Jerry hastily wiped his palms against his trousers. He didn’t know why he was suddenly paying attention to what she said. – “Make your lips tingle?” – Jerry brought his fingers to his lips, touching them brief. Anne came to a stop before him, poking him against his forehead. – “You like Y/n!” – called she out with a smile. – “Wha… non, I don’t…” – answered Jerry, stumbling over his words. He pushed Anne’s finger away, brushing his hand over his clothing as if he wanted to remove a shiver from him.

Anne sighed with a roll of her eyes. – “You can’t lie to me Jerry. I’m practically a sister to you, and you can’t lie to sisters.” – Jerry gulped loud; his eyes wide. – “Alright fine!” – admitted he with a groan. – “I like her. I like Y/n. Is that what you want me to say?” – Anne slowly nodded. – “Finally, the truth.” – snickered she out. She tapped Jerry against his cheek with her hand, which he slapped away. – “It can never happen…” – admitted he. – “Why not?”

“Because Y/n is rich… and I am not.”

“Love has no price?”

“It does!” – called Jerry out. – “I can’t buy her anything. So… so best to give up on her.” – Anne was astonished by how her dear friend handled it all. – “But… but you love her.” – Anne placed her hand on his shoulder, sorrow in her eyes. – “I never have a chance, Anne.” – corrected he her, brushing past her. Anne swallowed, closing her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She would not let her friend bring himself down like this.

“Anne?” – you frowned, seeing your classmate run towards you. She was waving with her hands, clearly shouting something. When she came closer, reached her yells your ears. She was calling out your name. With one glance over your shoulder towards your house, made you, your way over to her. She came to a stop out of breath. – “I…I… have…to tell… you… something.” – blurted she out of breath. You waited for her to catch her breath, straightening her back. – “Do you like Jerry?” – asked she bluntly. – “What?” – shrieked you out, looking around if anyone was around to hear. – “I need to know Y/n because Jerry thinks he’s not worthy of your love.” – you lashed out, covering up her mouth with your hand. – “Can you keep your voice down!” – bit you at her. You felt Anne mumbling against your hand as it disgusted you. Her lips rubbing against your palms. – “Ieuw!” – called you out, wiping your hands at your dress. – “I just need to know, Y/n. I can’t stand to see him all heartbroken. I can tell he is madly in love with you.” – Anne started to pace around, using her hands to add up to her words. – “He has this weird twinkle in his eyes that makes him look like a fool.” – continued she. – “But he can’t love you because you have money, and he hasn’t. It’s obvious right, you are in different classes, so I find it foolish that he even fell for you.”

Anne kept going on and on, hardly giving you any time to process it. – “Wait! Anne!” – called you out, grabbing her to a hold by her shoulders. – “Jerry… Jerry Baynard is in love with me?” – Suddenly found Anne you a bit suspicious. A soft ‘yes’ escaped her lips, watching your smile grow wider. – “I…I like him too.” – blurted you out, happy to finally tell someone. Exhaling deep, felt you a weight lift from your shoulders. – “Wait you do?” – pointed Anne out. – “Yes!” – exclaimed you loud. – “But…but he has no money… he can never buy you anything nice.” – reminded Anne you. – “I don’t need those things.” – you exhaled soft. – “I would marry him with paper rings. Nothing more. I only need his love to be happy.” – Anne smiled, bringing you closer for a hug. – “You truly deserve him, Y/n.” – whispered she to you.

Standing before Jerry made your palms all sweaty. Anne’s silly arrangement to tell him. Tell him what you told her. He needed to know, was what she insisted on. Now standing here before him, felt you nervous. – “Jerry…” – said you. He hummed loud, gazing dreamingly at you. – “I…Anne told me that you liked me.” – confessed you. Jerry shot a glare over his shoulder to Anne in the corner. She shrugged her shoulders, urging him to continue listening. – “You were not supposed to know that.” – mumbled he out. You took a step closer to him, placing your hand in his. – “I must confess I like you too. Very much actually.” – the words flowing easily out of your mouth. – “You… you do?” – questioned Jerry, seeing you nod. – “With all my heart.” – Jerry smiled, but then he turned his head away. – “I can’t have you, Y/n.” – said he out loud. – “We aren’t meant to be.”

“Jerry Baynard!” – called you out loud, stomping with your foot against the wooden floorboards. It made him jerk his head up, gaping at you. – “I’d marry you with paper rings.” – said you, bringing his hand to your chest. – “What is that?” – asked he confused. You smiled, touching his cheek. – “It means I don’t need some fancy ring to be yours.” – whispered you to him. – “You truly don’t?” – wanted he to be sure. You answered his question with a kiss against his cheek. – “I truly don’t.”

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