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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.

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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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luuxxart · 1 year

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How had ryukitann got together? 🤔

sorry this is a little rushed, but in general i think this is the gist of how they’d get together

#persona 5 #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #ann takamaki #ryuann #ryukita #annkita #ryuannkita #PS SORRY IF IT SEEMS LIKE I POSTED TWICE. TUMBLR REALLY WOULD NOT LET ME INTO MY QUEUE I PROMISE #I remember trying to write fic for them and gave up #there are no non-E rated fics for these guys and that is so depressing man #I hold this ship so very close to my heart fr #it’s the only one that’s really survived from my first playthrough of p5 #bc before I was into Shu///ake I was huge on Shu///yuu and polythieves in general #then I kinda settled into what I like now as I got more into the fandom #aNYWAY THO THANK U FOR THE ASK #my brainworms are progressing #I can see some people thinking ryuji is problematic here and. yes<3 #I didnt have time or space really to like. make a bigger fallout before everything is resolved #so obviously intruding upon dates is not healthy but let’s just ignore that for my boi ryuji #long post #ask

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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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thatzwackman · 5 months

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plz im begging.

awae fic recs.

plz plz plz.

specifically shirbert but im not picky.

plz.

#awae #anne shirley cuthbert #shirbert #gilbert blythe #anne with an e #awae tv show #fic rec

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royalcordelia · 1 year

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Thanks for your response! I've actually already read (and absolutely loved) The Secret of Distance - verry happy to know that you're planning on finishing it at some point :) And if until then you have other post season 3 recommendations, I'll be forever grateful!

Ahh I see. Well thank you for enjoying it! 💛Here are some from my bookmarks! Hopefully these recs can satisfy!

The Language of Flowers by rainbowshirbert

The Dare by aceofsparrows

your words are better than poetry, my love by faithtriestowritestuff for huffleavonlea

The Puff of Life by Blackbirdy

Gilbert Blythe's One Man Book Club by rainbowshirbert

the very thought of you by lilieswho

Trippingly, on the tongue by meals

the road not taken by melissa13

Dear Distant Dearest by goldinavonlea

Into the Sun by goldinavonlea

#anne with an e #anne of green gables #shirbert #shirbert fic #anne x gilbert #awae #fic rec

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bluelancelion · 6 months

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Things I need to see in "Anne With an E" Season 4

Diana and Jerry getting back together

Anne and Gilbert's love life through letters

Sebastian and Mrs Stacy??? Both mourning their dead partner and longing for company? Could they be...????

Ka'kwet being rescued!?!?!?

Anne and Gilbert angst once they come back in Avonlea because they are pressured to marry by Mrs Lynde and everyone is pressuring them and they just want to figure out their future together without all the social expectations-

Perhaps a love story for Cole?

Marilla and the other women working at the council

Butterscotch growing up

Gilbert proposing to Anne in Green Gables

An actual season 4 (I know it'll never happen but dreamers shall hope)

#I just finished Ann with an E and I'm in love BUT GOD THE MANY TOPICS THEY LEFT OPEN AND NEVER CLOSED. I NEED MORE #iF ANYONE HAS WRITTEN AN HYPOTHETICAL SEASON 4 OR JUST WANTS TO DROP FIC RECS PLEASE I BEG YOU PLEASE DO #shirbert #anne with an e #Anne with an e season 4

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boleynqueenes · 4 months

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nowe thus in chronological order (so far)...IF anyone cares <3

December 1518

December 1525

December 1526

March 1528 + March 1528

October 1528

December 1528

February 1531

February 1533

Summer 1534

September 1534 + September 1534

December 1534 (excerpt, to be added to its own chapter)

And then the 1535 scenes (thus far) are the only ones which are traditionally linear, so I'll leave those be for now...

#maybe i'll add excerpts. just to be craaaazy.....#this is making me realize how little i added A/N research notes in the beginning like whoops #like idek why i chose to set those first scenes in march 1528 particularly... except that i think i'd read anne had her own lodgings #in windsor at that time and wanted to write around that. lol #im also likely to private this fic once i get to the E-rated scenes/chapters so like. watch this space...#(private as in accessible to ao3 account holders only)#downloading the pdf. also not a bad idea! <3 #if you're a re-reader particularly

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crvptidgf · 10 months

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Doctor Blythe

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

[FLUFF]

A/N: thank you to the anon who requested this! sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it

warnings/notes: slightly suggestive content?characters are both 18+

requested: yes

summary: you get injured and go to gilbert for help. however, in order to properly tend to your wounds, the top half of your clothes needs to be removed.

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Your ribs burned and ground against each other as you groaned, standing up as slowly as you could.

You couldn’t even remember how it happened, but all you know is that you fell stomach first onto the ground after attempting to get something out of a tree.

Was it a cat? A piece of fruit? God knows, but all you could think of now was the sting that was quickly spreading throughout your entire torso.

Your breathing shallow and painful, you pulled yourself up fully and stood up straight - or as straight as you could with the pain that was searing through you. Not only that, but the wind had been knocked out of you and you were struggling to breathe.

Looking down at your previously white shirt, you saw a tear near your ribs and a violently crimson colour seeping through the cotton.

Immediately your mind went to Gilbert. After all, he was a doctor in training, and he was close-by.

He’d know what to do - he always did.

Trudging your legs along as fast as you could, you made your way through the forest, cracking and breaking several twigs on your way out. You hoped you wouldn’t get an infection from whatever you scratched yourself off of, but you’d be in good hands once you reached Gilbert’s home.

After a hellish trek to the Blythe residence, you were finally there.

Standing in front of the chestnut-brown door, you felt sort of silly. What if he was busy? Were you interrupting his peace by walking in, all bloodied and probably bruised?

It was too late to turn back however, as he opened the door, a small smile already plastered on his face.

Gilbert’s eyes immediately dropped your hand clutching at your ribs, and his face fell.

“Oh God! What happened?” he all but dragged you into the house.

“I fell,” you stated bluntly.

He held you as gently as he could as he lead you to his room, setting you down in a sitting position on the bed before disappearing into the kitchen.

“How long have you been bleeding?” he yelled from his location.

Your head throbbed as you tried to think of when this occurred. Honestly, your head was a bit of a fuzzy mess at the moment and whether it was from the blood loss or being in the vicinity of Gilbert, you didn’t know.

“Uh- I-“ you tried to get your words out but with every breath you took, your ribs felt like they were separating from each other.

Appearing back into the room, Gilbert set a few supplies down on the drawer next to his bed.

He pulled a chair out to sit right in-front of you, and he hesitantly touched the afflicted area.

“I just need to check-“ he suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened to at least twice their size.

Your heart stopped. You were surely dying, right? Why else would he react that way?

“Well? Spit it out, Doc!” you pleaded.

His eyes averted from you and he picked up some cotton and placed it in a bowl of water to soak.

“It’s just- Is it okay if I remove your shirt? I need to clean the wound-” he said, his eyes looking at anything but you, “and I also need to check for bruising and internal bleeding, since your ribs seem to be broken.”

Broken? Why in the hell did you decide to climb that stupid tree.

“Well if that’s what needs to be done then...” you trail off as you painfully cross your arms to grasp the hem of your top. You’re honestly not sure where all the courage came from. If you were any saner and had more blood in your system, you would’ve been too nervous to even think about being half naked in Gilbert’s room. However, you also wanted to avoid getting sepsis.

Seeing you struggle, Gilbert sighed and pulled your hands away, finally looking into your eyes. He replaced your previous grip on your shirt with his own hands, before whispering a simple ‘can I?’.

Your words felt like they were sucked out of you as you watched the veins in his hands twitch, his muscles tensing with every second that passed. The sleeves that were rolled up on his arms exposed his toned forearms, revealing more of that veiny appearance.

You slowly nodded, careful to not move too much as his hands were dangerously close to your exposed torso.

Gracefully and gradually, he lifted the fabric up your body, urging your arms up so that he could remove it fully. Everywhere that his fingertips grazed caused an electric jolt throughout your body, leaving invisible marks in their wake.

You shuddered as your top was completely removed, and Gilbert’s face suddenly flushed a bright pink. His face remained close to yours, his warm eyes glazed with concern.

You could tell he was as nervous as you were, but your safety was at hand here, so he pushed off the bed slowly and fished the soaked cotton out from the water bowl. Looking down past your chest, and onto the cut on your ribs, his breath hitched. You weren’t sure if it was because he was staring right at your almost-naked body, or if the cut was really that bad.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, okay? This is gonna hurt.”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded again.

He instantly got to work, leaning his head down and gripping your waist for stability. You melted into his touch, letting the warmth of his palm spread throughout your body. Humming gently, you tilted your head to watch him better.

You almost didn’t notice the sting as he cleaned the dry blood from your wound, but unfortunately his pretty curls couldn’t fully distract you from it.

Wincing and gasping, you grabbed the hand that held onto your waist, interlacing your fingers.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed at how low your pain tolerance was.

He shook his head. “Don’t be.”

Squeezing your hand comfortingly, he continued the task at hand. After this he smothered the wound in antiseptic, all the while rubbing circles into your hand and shushing your huffs and groans.

“You’re doing amazing, but I still need to check for any internal wounds.” he whispered, careful to not shock you out of your quiet daze.

You just groaned in response.

“Just a little more I promise. Is it okay if I touch you?” immediately realizing his innuendo, he cleared his throat.

“I mean your ribs. To check them.”

Even through your pain you smiled at him, sighing a quiet ‘yeah’. He was so dreamy like this. You always liked him in doctor mode, but it had never been directed towards you.

You were shoved out of your train of thought as you felt his smooth palms roam upwards to your back as he checked the health of your ribs. His breath fanned across your collarbone as he tried to control the speed of his breathing.

He knew it was the wrong time to be so nervous and flustered, but he couldn’t help it.

Gilbert’s hands expertly moved to the front of your ribs, gently applying pressure and massaging them as softly as he could. It would’ve been nice if it wasn’t for the agony that you felt.

You held your breath as he touched a particularly sensitive spot on your torso.

Retracting his hands, he swiped some bandages off his drawer and wrapped your newly cleaned wound up. Wordlessly, he stood up and went to his closet, grabbing a green sweater.

He sat back down in-front of you, and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I know you’re tired. I’ll help you into this and you can nap here. The good thing is your ribs aren’t broken, just bruised,” he explained as he shuffled closer to help your head into the sweater hole. Grasping your hands, he helped you lead them through the arm holes before pulling the bottom of it over the rest of your body.

“And the bad news?” you said, voice scratchy from exhaustion.

His brown furrowed in worry. All his previous nerves were gone as he now stroked your cheek, reveling in how you snuggled into it.

“You lost a bit of blood, but I’ll do what I can to help.”

Your eyelids shut closed, unable to stay open any longer. “Already done more than enough, Gil,” you praised.

“You’re the one who did a good job today,” he coo’d, placing you down onto the bed, making sure your head was comfortably on his pillows. He pulled the blanket out from under you and tucked you into bed.

Gilbert began to clean up all of his supplies. Yet he made sure to glance at you every few seconds to make sure you were breathing okay.

It didn’t take long for sleep to take over, but not before you mumbled a little ‘thanks Doc’ to which Gilbert blushed and grinned at, turning away to let you have your peace.

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wolf08 · 1 year

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Ok FINE brain, I'll try it: I'll write a shirbert fic. I know I'm late to the game, but after obsessing over Anne with an E for the past few months and falling in love with like every character, especially dear Anne, I've been itching to try writing them.

It's basically going to be entirely shirbert fluff/mutual pining/first kiss/schoolyard shenanigans. Hope it turns out ok and the shirbert fandom will accept my offering to this wonderful ship.

Coming soon...

#shirbert #anne x gilbert #shirbert fanfic #anne with an e #awae #the characters have such distinct and loveable personalities i want to try to write them #especially anne and gilberts dynamic #will this help me get this story out of my system? doubt it. will love it forever.#i havent written any fics in years *cracks knuckles*#much needed break from work stress and novel planning driving me crazy lol

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so-true-jestie · 2 years

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"so glad AWAE didn't obsess over romance!" i say, as i search frantically for Gilbert Blythe in the background of all of Anne's scenes

#for real though we deserved more shirbert friendship era #i am deeply serious about this #if you read my fics you already know #anne with an e #awae #shirbert #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe

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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

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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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