#awae fanfic

[ooo-yeah-baby]

Arranged

Yandere Gilbert Blythe x reader

I only write sfw, feel free to make requests. Forced relationship. Kinda Yan if you squinting idk.

"Gilbert Blythe." You could taste the sourness of his name on your tongue as you spit it out. 

"Y/N L/N." He mocked. His usual smirk plastered his face. 

He was one of the top kids in your class at school and one of the most popular boys. Your friends, Ruby and Anne, were obsessed with him. Ruby was more open about it than Anne, but Anne's feelings were obvious.  

If it weren't for them you might have caught something for him too. Of course it'd be difficult to feel anything but guilt if you were to. That doesn't mean you avoided him though. You often talked and joked with him. You weren't best buds but you weren't strangers(it'd be next to impossible to be in a town like Avonlea).

Besides, you were sure your parents would find a partner for you. Your parents have always wanted you to focus on your studies so they had always reassured you that they'd handle your marriage. You didn't mind it that much. You don't think they'll choose someone small minded, or far away, and you know they wouldn't choose someone who'd interfere with you going to college and living your life the way you want to. 

But this bothered you. This made your stomach turn. 

There he was. Standing on your front porch, with a bouquet of random flowers. 

"Oh, Y/N, let the boy in!" Your mother chattered. She pushed you to the side and opened the door wider for him. "Welcome, Gilbert." She chirped. 

"Thank you, Mrs. L/N." Gilbert stepped inside of your home. He removed his coat and hat and started towards you. "These are for you, Y/N." He handed you the flowers. You could see your mother's glare from behind Gilbert's curly head, urging you to be polite. 

"Thank you, Gilbert." You accepted the flowers and moved to the kitchen to find something to put them in, rolling your eyes when you turn away from him. 

When you came back your mother, father, older brother, and Gilbert were all sitting in the foyer. 

"Y/N, stop standing around." Your mother smiled slyly. "Have a seat next to Gilbert." You looked over to the seat next to Gilbert. There were open seats next to both your mother, and brother. She was clearly up to something. 

Of course it'd be rude to not take the seat after being told to do so, so you sat down next to him. 

As you were fixing your dress to free it of small wrinkles in the skirt your father cleared his throat. 

"Ahem, uh-" he awkwardly sat up. "We have something to tell you." He had a weird but proud smile on his face as he looked at your mother, brother, and then finally, you. His hand gestures over to Gilbert. "Would you like to tell her, Gilbert?" He asked. 

Gilbert's face became flushed. He laughed shyly. He looked down at his hands in his lap then turned to you. 

"Well, Y/N." He grabbed your hands, his thumb rubbing the back of your right hand gently. "Recently, I had asked your parents for your hand in marriage." 

Gilbert was looking in your eyes but yours had gone blank. You were puzzled. Perplexed. You knew your parents were looking for someone, and you knew Gilbert would get an automatic yes from them, but why was Gilbert asking you? Why not Ruby? Or Anne? Or literally anyone else. You couldn't marry him. That'd only be a betrayal against your friends. You had only thought that your mother invited him so he might consider you, but you didn't imagine he would. 

You realized you had been silent for too long when Gilbert was waving his hand in front of your face. Before you could properly think you blurted out;

"No!" Slapping his hand out of your face. Gilbert pulled his hand to his chest. You hadnt hurt him but it was a surprise. You turn to your mother. "You didn't tell him I would marry him, did you?" 

Your mother was shocked, mouth agape and all. 

"Well, of course we did." Your father said, still wide eyed from your reaction. 

You could see your brother trying to hold back his laughter. 

"Oh bite your tongue." Your mother spouted at him. 

Without saying anything, you rose from your seat and began walking up to your room. Closing the door behind you, and falling to the ground. 

You can hear your family in the living room. 

"She's just being dramatic, Gilbert." You heard your brother reassure him. 

"We're terribly sorry Gilbert." Your mother continued after. 

"It's no problem." Gilbert said. "We can try again another day." 

"Yes, I'm sure she'll come around." Your dad chimed in. 

Clearly, they had not gotten the hint that you were unhappy with this situation. Each of them took turns throughout the night knocking on your door and trying to get even an ounce of a reaction. Each try was futile. 

The next day you remained silent. You didn't even eat breakfast. You just walked past your family and out the door. 

When you got to school the message board was surrounded. Diana ran to you as you got to the door. 

"Hello, Diana." You said, exasperatedly. 

"Y/N. What's this about? Are you really marrying Gilbert?" She said. She seemed more concerned than upset. She'd support you no matter what but that doesn't mean she could hold back Ruby or Anne from reacting poorly. Luckily they hadn't gotten to school yet. 

"What?" You dropped your books and ran to the message board. 

After pushing past a group of people you reached the board. There it was. The only note on the board. 

"Gilbert and Y/N are engaged to be married." 

You were fuming! You knew exactly who did this. You tore the note from the board and pushed back out of the group of people as you stormed inside. 

"I'm not marrying you!" You threw the crumpled up note at the back of Gilbert's head. The class members inside turned and watched. 

Gilbert's hands shot up in defense as he turned to face you. 

"Who said I wrote the note?" He smirked. Your face turned red with fury.

"You are so smug and inconsiderate!" You scoffed. 

"And you're beautiful when you're angry." Gilbert nodded at you teasingly.

You couldn't even think of a response besides storming away. The rest of class you could feel Gilbert's eyes shooting at you, along with every other girls, besides Rubys, who still had zero idea of the event that occurred before she got to school.

You were thankful that everyone, including Billy and Josie Pye, were quiet about the incident during lunch. You were also thankful to have a peaceful, Gilbert free lunch in the girls corner. 

But of course your peace could not last forever. 

You had hoped to stick close to Diana and Anne on their walks home but the second Gilbert came up it was like they handed you to him on a silver platter. Anne letting him take you was the most confusing part. 

Gilbert made it painfully obvious that he wanted you to hook arms with him as you walked, making a small triangle that stuck out of his side with his arm. Of course you ignored it and stormed ahead. 

"Would you slow down?" Gilbert piped, chasing after you like a lost puppy. 

"Why should I? You've got long legs. You should certainly be able to keep up." You tried to pick up your pace but honestly it was getting tiring and you could feel your own breath getting ragged.

Gilbert's hand reached up and caught yours, clasping his fingers around yours, stopping you in your tracks. 

"Because chasing you makes me seem like some kind of monster and walking together is far more enjoyable." He pulled your hand up and kissed your knuckles. 

"Perhaps it's enjoyable for you, Mr. Blythe, but currently, I do see you as a monster." You pulled your hand from his face but did not break free from the hand hold.

"And what makes me a monster?" He began walking again, at a very slow pace as you followed alongside him. 

"This whole marriage business for one;" You began. "I didn't think you were the type to force a girl to marry you, Mr. Blythe." 

"Would you have said yes if I had asked?" He was nervous for your answer. His jaw clenched and his left brow quirked up.

"No, but I am not saying yes now either." Gilbert looked a little disappointed but shook it off before you could notice. "I think I've made it clear that I don't wish to marry you, Mr. Blythe." 

"You know when we get married you won't be able to call me Mr. Blythe anymore, right?" He teased, trying to change the topic. You just gave him a sour look and no reply. Gilbert cleared his throat then tried again. "I was thinking we could have the ceremony in spring. Would you like that?" 

"Hypothetically, I'd prefer an early fall wedding." You replied, half heartedly. 

"Then that's what we'll have. A nice, fall wedding." Gilbert gently squeezed your hand and stepped closer. 

As the weeks passed you slowly noticed changes in your friends, especially Ruby. Her already dwindling gaze towards Gilbert had shifted in full throttle towards Moody and she repeatedly made small hints at giving you her blessing with the engagement. You tried to tell her that there was nothing between you and Gilbert but she just kept giving you little thumbs up as you would leave with him each day. 

Anne also began acting strangely. Despite your persistent denial she insisted that she supported you. 

It was like all of Avonlea was on Gilbert's side; rooting for him; rooting against you. 

Sure, the guilt would be gone now, seeing as your friends no longer hold feelings for him, but now there was a whole new reason. 

You didn't have a choice. You couldn't oppose the marriage and you couldn't consent. Gilbert was nice but he wasn't nice enough to break off the engagement.

After a while of begging you got an idea. It was a horrible and inconvenient idea. Even the thought of it made you feel like a vixen. But it had to be done. The engagement had been finalized and this was the only way to break it off. 

Your plan wasn't that hard to come up with either. Tell the girls you have feelings for one of the other boys, don't say who, and ruin your own reputation. If you were known to be someone who wishes to be with other while already "taken" then there would be no reason to continue with the marriage. 

Then, during college, once everything blows over and you're free again, you can find someone you truly love. 

When lunch came around you made your grand confession and all of the girls looked at you as if you had just told them the most shocking news ever. By the end of the day most of the girls had told their parents, friends, siblings, etc. 

By the time word had gotten back to Gilbert he was bewildered and, though he would hate to admit it, angry. 

You felt proud walking out of your house the next morning after having been chewed out by your whole family. 

"Now it'll be impossible to find a good Avonlea boy for you."

"You really screwed that one up." 

"Why won't you just accept Gilbert?" 

If gossip was good somewhere, it was Avonlea. 

You felt proud, that is, until you made it down the steps of your porch, seeing Gilbert smelling the flowers that lined the railing. When we noticed you he stood up and snaked his arm around yours. 

"Good morning dear." He's greeted as he started walking. 

"Good morning Mr. Blythe." Why was he here. He should be at school for his morning classes or anywhere but in front of your home. 

"Gilbert." He said. "It's been a while since you called me Gilbert." 

You rolled your eyes at that, although you were still quite nervous. 

"Gilbert, why are you here so early?" You asked. 

"I have no plans of canceling the engagement." This stopped you in your tracks, stopping Gilbert along with you.

"Why not?" 

"I know you made it up." His free hand went to your face, cupping your cheek. "I love you Y/N. I don't care how many people tell me to cancel it. I need you." 

This wouldve been a sweet confession if it all hadn't been forced upon you. Instead, it felt like you had only dug yourself further into the ground. Of course Gilbert would know you lied, he's the smartest in the class, and of course he wouldn't care what others thought of you, that's how he is. 

You felt stupid. 

Stupid and trapped. 

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[creamecafe]

Dating Gilbert Blythe Would Include...

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Pairing: Gilbert Blythe x GN!Reader (No pronouns)

Warnings: sfw, fluff, mentions of sexual harassment

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• This boy is head over heels for you

• I mean absolutely whipped

• The day he first saw you he knew that he would want to be yours

• He wakes up early every morning just to go to your house to walk to school together

• The only mornings that he doesn't go to your house if he's sick or if something comes up with Sebastian

• Comforting him when his father dies

• Defends you from bullies and sexual harassment from guys whether walking in town or in school

• "My, my, look here Tommy. This sure is a fine one. Hey lady/gentleman! What's your name?"

"What did you say? Back off they're already taken"

• He'll get into fights for you

• Like a LOT of fights

• Loves holding your hand a lot

• A huge gentlemen

• His father and Sebastian raised him right

• This man opens doors for you, compliments your dress/suit, hair, etc.

• Knows your favorite tea, dessert, fruit, color, book, etc.

• This boy knows everything about you

• When you're not around him, all he does is talk about you and Sebastian is kinda fed up with it but can't help be happy he has someone like you

• "Y/N read this beautiful poem in class. Their voice was just soothing. Oh did I also told you that Y/N is crazy smart? Wait Y/N is..."

"Gilbert, if you say one more thing about Y/N, I might throw my head in the burner."

• They both laugh together

• Everything you could ask for in a guy

• Consent is everything for him

• Is grateful for you in his life and couldn't ask for anything or anybody else

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[crvptidgf]

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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[myouiminn]

Beyond Words

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

Notes: don't repost without my permission!

In the outskirts of the picturesque village of Avonlea, fate was weaving a story that would bring Gilbert Blythe and Y/n together in an unexpected way. He, a young medical student, was determined to become a renowned doctor. She, the daughter of a farmer, had a deep love for the land and a passion for literature.

Their lives collided during a community event where Y/n was reciting one of her inspiring poems to the crowd. Gilbert watched her, captivated not only by the beauty of her words but also by the intensity of her expression. After the event, he approached, praising her ability to create vivid images with her words.

The encounters became frequent, and they discovered a genuine connection between them. Gilbert shared stories of his medical studies and the funny situations he encountered, while Y/n shared her love for literature and the joy she found in life's little things.

As time passed, their feelings deepened. Gilbert admired Y/n's dedication to her family and the farm, while Y/n was enchanted by Gilbert's compassion and his unrelenting pursuit of knowledge. Their friendship blossomed into a subtle love, so profound that it didn't need to be explained in words.

On a sunny day, while exploring the fields, Gilbert picked a daisy and said with a smile, "You know, they say a daisy has the power to reveal true feelings." Y/n laughed, feeling a blush on her cheeks. "And what does it reveal, Dr. Blythe?"

He looked into her eyes seriously. "It reveals that I've fallen in love with you, Y/n, in a way words can't express." Her heart raced, and she smiled with emotion. "Gilbert, I feel the same."

The months that followed were a delicate dance between the joy of newfound love and the challenges life always brings. They supported each other through trials, strengthening their bond even more.

On a magical night, Gilbert took Y/n to a secret garden adorned with twinkling lanterns. He picked up a book and read a poem he had written himself, expressing his deep feelings for her. At the end, he knelt down and offered a ring. "Y/n, you're the story I want to tell for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?"

The tears of joy in her eyes were the clearest and most beautiful answer. She said "yes," and they embraced, knowing they were starting a new chapter together, a story that went beyond words, beyond fields, beyond their deepest dreams. Together, they found something rare and everlasting.

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[luvrblythe]

thank heavens for the rain || gilbert blythe x reader

how gilbert blythe would react to you wearing his clothes

this was meant to be another one of those headcannon thingies, but i got carried away and it turned into a one-shot.. oops

— let's say it’s been a rainy week

— like really really rainy

— it has been pouring every night for the past few days

— not that you were complaining, you love the rain

— this morning you woke up to the after smell of another rainy night

— your front yard looked like something out of a fairytale

— you couldn’t resist, so ofc you went to play outside

— originally you planned to stay nearby your house incase it started raining again

— but you got distracted and ended up wandering around

— you made your way to the woods, past the ruins of the story club (w.r.i.t.), then you found yourself in the all too familiar orchard of your one and only

— you should’ve gone home hours ago, seeing as the clouds were no longer letting the sun through

— but you were just so engrossed in the beauty of nature that you didn’t notice the painfully obvious warnings

— then you felt a cold wet drop of water on your arm while you were spinning in place

— uh oh

— you looked up, holding your hand out to feel the rain

— the sound of the raindrops got louder, faster, and stronger

— you giggled to yourself before BOLTING towards the house you’ve been in hundreds of times before

— meanwhile inside the house, gilbert was just about to start making himself some oatmeal when he heard frantic knocking

— he was confused as to why someone was knocking on his door with this weather

— despite being confused, he went to see who it was, and to his surprise, you were standing on his porch, soaking wet, but smiling nonetheless

— “oh my god, y/n!” he exclaimed, a smile sprouting on his face when you started giggling again

— you looked beautiful, raindrops trickling down your skin, wet hair framing your face, while your arms hugged yourself as you shivered lightly

— he just wanted to scoop you up in his arms and hide you from the rest of the world for all eternity

— “hi! i um— i got wet.” you sheepishly explained, smiling down at your boots

— “i can see that.” he chuckled as you looked at him with bright eyes expectantly

— he sighed, but not the annoyed kind, “come in— but take your boots off!”

— you made your way inside his house, sighing at the familiar scent of his home

— “let's get you some dry clothes, yeah?” 

— he led you up to his bedroom with a hand on your back, slightly cringing at the cold. how were you still smiling?

— he gave you a towel and a some of his own clothes, then went downstairs to give you time to change and to make you both some tea

— when you were all done, you looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed happily

— his clothes were way bigger on you, and his sleeves went past your wrist and showed only your fingertips

— you gave yourself a little spin, bringing his shirt to your nose and closing your eyes at the comforting scent of your beloved

— you went downstairs once you were done, and saw gilbert setting up the table

— “hi sweetheart, you want– some– tea..?” he trailed off as he turned around to look at you

— holy. fucking. shit.

— he never thought seeing you in his clothes would have such a big impact on him

— but now he never wants you to take them off

— thank heavens for the rain

— “hi, gil! this looks so good!” it was just oatmeal, but he made it, so..

— HE COULD NOT STOP STARING AT YOU OMFG

— “yeah! yeah, i-i made some– for- for um–”

— bless him

— you two ate your oatmeal as he listened to you ramble about your little adventure today

— he kept having to snap himself out of it bc ughhhh why did you have to look so beautiful???

— you in his clothes just seemed so.. right

— after you finished your food the both of you ended up in the parlor 

— you were tucked to his side, hand on his chest with his arm around you, rubbing up and down your upper arm as you snuggled further into his body

— he chuckled at your movements and pulled the blanket further up your bodies

— he kissed your head, letting his lips linger on your hair for a little longer than usual

— you two spent your afternoon in each other’s embrace, while gilbert read to you your favorite book

— in that moment he decided that this was the life he wanted. a life with you is what he wanted.

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[graziellathedancingqueen]

Gilbert Blythe x female reader

requested by @sunnyir

summary: reader has a crush on Gilbert and doesn't think that he likes her back even though her friends Anne and Diana keep telling her that he likes her (reader thinks he's in love with Anne)

word count: 618

warnings: maybe some self doubt and being insecure?

pairing: Gilbert Blythe x female reader

a/n: i hope you like it <3 (also this is not proof read so there might be mistakes)

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y/n sits up abruptly in Anne's bed after laying there for over an hour listening to her friends Anne and Diana talking about the proof they have that Gilbert Blythe, a really cute guy from school, is in love with her.

Well... y/n wasn't actually listening. She gave up a while ago believing that Gilbert has feelings for Anne. She obviously didn't tell Anne and Diana about that. They would say she's mad. "He doesn't like me. Just... talk about something else. Anne don't you have a story to tell?" y/n asks trying not to sound rude and already knowing that she won't listen to the story anyways. The poor girl was lost in thought the whole time comparing herself to Anne being so convinced that he liked Anne. "Uh... yeah. Sure... well I have this new story in my head about a girl..." Anne starts her story and and keeps talking but as expected y/n doesn't listen at all.

She has red hair... maybe that's what he likes. Her hair? I wish I had red hair... "Anne do you think we'll find a way to change my hair color? Like when your hair was green?"

"What? Change your hair color? To what color? Why would you want that?" Anne immediately answers before Diana says "yeah I like your hair the way it is! Why change it?" "Oh I don't really know. Just trying something new" "Yeah I mean... we could go and search for something that might change your hair color" Diana says before looking at Anne. "Wait. Like right now?" Anne asks. "Yes great! Let's go!" y/n says immediately getting out of the bed and running to put on her shoes as Diana and Anne exchange a confused look.

Once the three girls were on their way Anne started talking about her story again and Diana was really invested (as always). This time y/n listened as well. She actually really likes Anne's stories but she's bad at making things up herself. That's also something why she thinks Gilbert likes Anne more than her. As they walk down the street they don't realise that a certain boy was walking in their direction.

"Hello! What are you up to?" Gilbert asks stopping the three girls in a second. "We're searching for something to buy that could change y/n's hair color!" Anne starts. "Don't ask why. We don't really know" Diana says after seeing his very confused look before he turns to y/n.

"May I ask why you want to change your hair color? I think your hair has a beautiful and unique color. I don't see why you would want to change anything about it" he then says directed at her. "Oh... I just wanted to try something new. I think my hair color is boring. I want something that stands out. You know? Like Anne's hair color" y/n says making Anne and Diana exchange confused glances (once again)

"I'll be honest... I don't think you'll find anything that will change your hair color to Anne's hair color. As I said. I like your hair. The way it is. Don't change it. I mean I can't tell you what to do but you know what I mean... if you would excuse me I have to get home. But I'll see you at school tomorrow? With your hair color?" Gilbert asks. "Yes. Right. Tomorrow at school. With my normal hair... see you tomorrow" y/n says smiling, getting a smile from Gilbert before he walks past them to go home.

"What just happened?" Anne asks grinning at y/n making both Diana and y/n laugh. "I think nobody knows. But I know that y/n won't color her hair now" Diana answers.

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[frost-queen]

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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I guess love doesn't conquer all.

I suppose I'll have my tragical romance after all.

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A Generous Heart and a Giving Friend

pairing: anne shirley cuthbert x gilbert blythe word count: 2957 words request: yes/no prompt/summary: Anne was a gift-giving queen, so why was she struggling so much when she pulled out Gilbert's name from the Secret Santa hat? She needed to make sure that whatever she gave him beat the dictionary she was gifted a few Christmases ago. Because Anne Shirley-Cuthbert refuses to be beaten by Gilbert Blythe. That was the only reason she cared about getting the perfect present. Right? a/n: more anne and gilbert fluff for you all

“Alright, class. I’ll be passing this hat around. Make sure you pick out one name and one name only. Don’t tell anyone else who you have, and you just need to buy a single present for that person and wrap it up. You have a week to bring it back to class and make sure the present has the receiver’s name on it.” Miss Stacey handed a hat to the front row and small pieces of paper with names began to be drawn.

“A secret Santa. Doesn’t it sound absolutely magical, Diana! Oh, I do hope that I get you!” Anne was practically bouncing in her seat.

The secret Santa was a welcome distraction from all of the Queens’ lessons that most of the class were taking. Something more festive for them all to focus on and Anne was definitely happy to welcome that distraction.

When the hat came to the two girls, Anne immediately handed it to Diana. “You can go first!”

Diana grinned at her friend before sticking her hand in the hat, “I hope I get you too, Anne! I wouldn’t even know what to get the likes of Josie Pye.” She whispered the last part and the two of them giggled.

After Diana had plucked out a piece of paper, Anne dove her hand in to pick out her own. She didn’t wait before opening up the folded piece and seeing the name sprawled across it.

Gilbert Blythe.

Her mouth dropped open as she saw the name. Out of everyone she could give a gift to… Gilbert Blythe. What was Anne meant to do with that? Of course, he was the better option compared to the likes of Josie Pye and Billy Andrews but still. She would much rather find a gift for Diana or Ruby, even Moody.

“Anne?” Diana tapped her shoulder, “Who did you get?”

Anne tried to stop her cheeks from burning. She didn’t know why she was embarrassed, it’s not as though she could control who’s name she was going to pick out. “Oh-uh, well we’re not allowed to say so- “

Thankfully Miss Stacey saved her as the hat ended up being passed back to the front of class. Anne scrunched up the piece of paper in her hand but that didn’t stop her from thinking about the new problem that has presented itself in her life. What in the world was she meant gift Gilbert Blythe?

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The next two days Anne had spent with that same question in the back of her mind. She considered herself quite the expert when it came to giving gifts. She’d never struggled in finding something for Marilia, Matthew, Diana or any of her other friends. Even Jerry had been easy to gift for this Christmas, she’d been embroidering some handkerchiefs for him so he could use them whilst he was at work.

Sighing, she grabbed the basket of plum puffs that Marilla had baked and started to make her way towards Gilbert’s house. Anne had instructions to drop these off without a detour, it was far too cold for her to go wandering and Marilla would not be sending out a search party for her if she wasn’t home by dinner.

Maybe she could try and coax an idea out of Gilbert. She would need to try and be subtle which even Anne had to admit wasn’t always her strong suit. But maybe she could get some kind of idea out of him. She would not allow him to be the better gift giver out of the two of them. She’d loved the dictionary he’d given her last year. Every time she saw it in her room it made her smile as she thought about that moment. But Anne also knew that Gilbert had put a lot of thought into the gift. It had shown that he knew her well, knew the type of things she would like. And that was all well and good and she was grateful for the gift but this was a chance for her to prove that she was the better gift giver. That she knew him just as well as he knew her.

They’d grown closer over the past few months and Anne would’ve like to think that she’d gotten to know a lot more about him. But this was her chance to really show that she did know him. To show that they really did have a friendship. She couldn’t pinpoint why she cared so much. They weren’t friends like her and Diana were. Not bosom friends that would tell each other everything. But Gilbert understood her in a way that no one else seemed to. He would tease her, wind her up and challenge her and as much as Anne pretended that she hated it, she loved every moment.

Before she knew it, Anne was at the Blythe/Lacroix house and knocking on the door. It swung open to show Bash and Anne couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. She had been hoping Gilbert would be there so she could talk to him. Anne didn’t particularly want to ask Bash where he was, but she also knew that she needed to try and figure out her gift soon because there were only five days left.

“Queen Anne, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Anne grinned at him before holding up the basket of plum puffs, “Marilla sent me with a delivery. Some of her plum puffs for you all.”

“Ah, she spoils us but who am I to complain? Please come in, you’re going to freeze out there.”

“Oh I really shouldn’t,” Anne began to argue. “Marilla said I need to be home before dinner.”

Bash tutted and shook his head, ushering her in. “I promise I won’t keep you too long but really, I’m sure Dele would love to see her Auntie Anne.”

There was no way that Anne could say no to baby Delphine, so Anne ended up stepping foot into the considerably warmer home. Mary and Delphine were sat at the table, the little one being bounced up and down on her mum’s lap.

“Anne! It’s so good to see you!”

As they exchanged pleasantries, Anne placed a kiss on Delphine’s cheek and sat down opposite Mary. She did a quick glance around and couldn’t see or hear Gilbert. Anne tried to push down the feeling of disappointment, trying to convince herself that she the only reason for her feelings was because she still didn’t have a clue about his gift.

“Is everything okay, Anne?” Mary asked, slightly concerned that the redhaired girl wasn’t being as chatty as usual.

“Hm?” Anne’s head snapped back to looking at the couple in front of her. “Oh, I, uh, was actually hoping that the two of you might be able to help me with something.”

“Of course, we’ll do whatever we can. What do you need help with?”

Anne tried to let Mary’s soothing tone calm her nerves. This was just for school anyway. That was the only reason she was getting Gilbert a present.

“So, school’s doing this thing called a Secret Santa…”

“Ah yes! Blythe mentioned something about that,” Bash interrupted but quickly shut up as Mary glared at him.

“Right, and we had to pick random names out of a hat. And, well, I picked out Gilbert’s name,” Anne tried to ignore the smirk on Bash’s face. “I wasn’t really sure what to give him and I didn’t know if you both had any ideas?”

Mary thought for a moment, “Honestly, I think you’re best to ask Bash about this, he’s known Gilbert a lot longer than I have and probably knows him better than I do. I’m just going to pop this little one down for a nap and let the two of you talk.” She pushed her chair back, holding dozing Dele in her arms and left the room.

“So, you’re looking for a present to impress Blythe, Queen Anne?” He arched an eyebrow, smirk still etched upon his face.

Anne spluttered as she tried to get her words out, “I’m not trying to impress him!” She quickly said when she had managed to string a sentence together. “It’s just I wanted to make sure I was going to give him something that he would actually like, and he wouldn’t even know it was from me anyway.”

Now, that just wouldn’t do. Bash knew that his moke of a friend was in love with Anne ever since he had mentioned the fiery redhead on the ship. After meeting Anne, Bash was pretty sure that she felt the same way but both were too blind and stubborn to admit their feelings or see beyond their noses. No, he needed to come up with an idea that would lead Gilbert to thinking that Anne was the only person who could have given him something like that and he had the perfect idea.

“Didn’t you say that Matthew was starting to clean up some old, empty frames that he’d found in Green Gables?”

Anne nodded, slightly confused about where this conversation was going. “Yes, he’s loving it so far. I guess it’s something that isn’t farm work for him to focus on.”

“Perfect, just give me a second.” Bash started to rummage through some drawers before finally finding what he was looking for between pages of a book. “Aha!”

He sat back down, grinning at Anne. “There were some portraits taken of Gilbert’s father and mother. He showed me them when we first got here.” Bash carefully placed the black and white portraits on the table, facing them towards Anne. “I’ve told him to keep them out, they’re as much a part of this family as anyone living under this roof but he said that he doesn’t want them to get damaged since they aren’t framed. Maybe you can see if Matthew has two frames that might fit them.”

“Oh,” Anne’s eyes glistened with tears and she gently picked up both portraits. She could see features of both his mother and father in Gilbert. “I… if he opens them in school, I don’t want him to be upset.”

“Maybe write note for him, tell him not to open it until he’s out of school or something like that. I’m sure you can come up with something.”

Anne bit her lip thinking before slowly nodding and grinning at Bash. “This is perfect, thank you so much, Bash!” She moved her seat and around the table, giving him a hug.

“Glad to be of service! Here, put them in the book so you can take them home. I’m sure, Blythe isn’t going to miss them for a couple of days.”

It wasn’t long after that Anne ended up leaving, still not seeing Gilbert. Now that she knew what to give him, she didn’t really need to see him, but she still felt disappointed. There was no way she could stick around and wait for him. One, she knew that Bash and Mary would probably find it od if she did and two, Marilla would most definitely kill her for being late.  

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The next few days had left Anne eagerly anticipating the day where they would finally be bringing in their Secret Santa gifts to school. Matthew had been extremely helpful and found two matching frames that perfectly fitted the Blythe portraits. He’d cleaned and tidied the frames up and even let Anne help, which wasn’t something she was usually allowed to do. After helping her carefully put the portraits into the frame, Anne had wrapped them up together, tying the package with some string. She made sure that Gilbert’s name was easy to read before attaching a small note to the package, telling him to open it when he was on his own.

As she entered the school on the Secret Santa deadline, Anne started to feel a little nervous. She placed her present in the sack at the front of, Miss Stacey would place them all under the tree when everyone got in. Anne began to worry about whether Gilbert would appreciate the present or whether it would just cause him more pain. It was too late now though, more people had begun to enter the classroom and deposit their presents and there was no reversing what she had done. All Anne could do was hope that Gilbert would appreciate the present.

Just before lunch, Miss Stacey had invited the class to go to the tree and find the present with their names on it. There was a mad scramble as everyone rushed up, nearly knocking the tree over. Anne hung back a little, her nerves having not gone away from earlier in the morning.

“What’s wrong, Anne? Worried that no one bothered to get you anything?” Josie sneered as she turned back after collecting her present.

“I’m surprised to see that you were so desperate to get yours, Josie, seeing as your parents seem to get you everything you want. Some people just have a little more decorum about them.” Diana’s voice came from behind Anne as she linked arms with her bosom friend.

Everyone had decided to open their presents during lunch. Giving them more time to question who had gotten who. Anne had craned her neck trying to find where Gilbert was as she sat in a circle with the girls, but she wasn’t able to find him.

“Anne, aren’t you going to open your present?” Diana asked, tapping her on the arm.

She pulled her attention away for the time being, focusing on her friends and the wrapped present in front of her. Anne didn’t need to have three guesses to figure out who’d gifted her the three floral hair clips. She threw her arms around Diana with the biggest grin.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to do them justice, Diana. These deserve much better than my awful red hair.”

“Don’t be silly, Anne. Their beauty is only going to enhance when you wear them, I’m sure of it.”

When lunch was over, Anne kept one eye out for Gilbert entering the classroom from her seat. When he did eventually walk in, Anne couldn’t see any difference in him. He didn’t seem upset or overly happy. Just usual Gilbert and Anne wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not. She’d noticed throughout their afternoon classes though that he was noticeably quieter and that did make Anne worry.

She didn’t see him when she grabbed her things before leaving either and she’d looked around for him a little while. It felt like a stone had settled in the bottom of her stomach.

He must have hated it. Or it brought up too many sad memories and he wished he hadn’t seen them. Or he thinks whoever gifted them to him is some creepy stalker who managed to break into his house and steal the portraits.

Anne had started to mutter through all the different things she thought Gilbert had running through his mind as she made her way home. She was so lost in her own thought that she hadn’t heard her name being called.

“Anne!” Gilbert jogged to catch up with her and smiled as she jumped a little. “I was calling you for a little while, is everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts, Marilla is always yelling at me about it. Are you okay?” She asked him tentatively.

“Yeah, everything’s good, I just wanted to say thank you.”

“For?” Anne asked, furrowing her brow.

“The present for Secret Santa.”

Anne’s mouth dropped open, “H-How did you know…?”

Gilbert grinned at her, “I could tell that it was your handwriting, Anne. I don’t think there’s anyone in this class that has better penmanship. But really thank you so much for the present, it means a lot.”

Anne stopped and looked up at him. “Did you really like them? I didn’t want to bring up any bad memories, but it might be nice for you to be able to have them up somewhere in the house or in your room, maybe? And because they’re framed you don’t need to worry about them being damaged.” She began to babble, unable to stop herself.

“Anne, really,” Gilbert placed a hand on her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It really is the perfect gift and I’m so glad that you were the one to give it to me.”

The stone that Anne had felt in her stomach felt like it had turn to butterflies. The place Gilbert had placed his hand felt like it was buzzing, and she couldn’t make it stop. All she was able to do for a second was just smile up at him.

“Would you mind if I walk you home?” Gilbert asked a little bashfully. He didn’t want to ruin this moment between them, but he also didn’t want to end the time that he had with her.

Anne bit her lip for a second, contemplating his offer. If Ruby or Josie ever found out, then she would never hear the end of it. That used to be a big enough deterrent for her but lately, she found that not even that was enough to pull her away from Gilbert.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” And that was the first time that Anne was able to be fully honest about any semblance of feelings she had for Gilbert Blythe.

And as they walked to Green Gables, their hands more than accidentally brushing each other’s, Gilbert thought that maybe this red headed girl, who had given him the best Christmas present, might just give him a chance. Someday.

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dudee can u do some headcanons (or one shot if u don't write headcanons) of anne shirley x fem reader?? maybe just general dating things, how the relationship started,, it's up to u! thanks

hi! Yes I can! Sorry it took so long! WARNINGS: mentions of kissing on the head, homophobia, Pairing: Anne Shirtley-Cuthbert x Fem!Reader

Anne would be the one to confess. That’s just how it would go down.

Anne is someone who was all about forbidden love! it’s because you were girls!

She told Diana of course! You were very shy about it though. You didn’t want to let it slip.

Anne was very sweet when you first started dating! She really likes you!

She loves when you braid her hair and play with it!

She loves baking with you, and just talking about things you like

Anne holds your hand under tables, anywhere if she can!

Jerry knows, and is your biggest supporter!

Anne loves to kiss your temple

You and Anne eat lunch together behind the school on winter days, just so you can be cute!

You are in the woods all the time together, dancing and she’s talking about her romance.

Anne is very happy to have someone like you!

She calls you names like; flower, rosebud, nickname, and wife!

she wants to marry you. But a small wedding, where no one knows

You guys ended up having a wedding by yourselves, Jerry, Diana, and Cole was marrying you two!

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"Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile" (Chapter 3)

After S3

Pairings: Anne Shirley-Cuthbert x Gilbert Blythe

CHAPTER 3

Anne’s POV

Anne stepped out onto the platform and looked around.

She was back home and simply couldn’t wait to return to Green Gables and see Matthew and Marilla again. 

Gilbert would be staying back home with Bash and Delphine, but all of them would be coming over for dinner tonight. 

Gilbert grabbed the bags off of the train and looked around.

“Bash should be here any moment now.” He said, watching the road, as Anne wrapped her arm around his. 

They waited for a bit, and after what had seemed like ages, Bash finally turned around the corner.

“Gilbert!” He exclaimed, hopping off of the cart and pulling Gilbert into a bone-crushing hug.                “How you been?” He didn’t wait for an answer though, and turned to Anne, giving her a hug as well. 

Gilbert picked up the bags and tossed them into the cart. “ C’mon, let’s go.” He helped Anne up into the cart before climbing up himself.

“How is Delphine, Bash?” Anne asked, turning to him.

“She has grown much since you last saw her!” he said, smiling at the thought of his young daughter. “ She can even say a few words!”

“Oh, I simply cannot wait to see her again!” Anne exclaimed. She watched the green foliage that passed by them and couldn’t help but remember the first time she had come to Avonlea, on this very same path, as they passed the Lake of Shining Waters.

“It’s truly wonderful to be back in Avonlea!” 

They passed through the White Way of Delight, which was bursting with blossoms, and as they drove near the coast, she could hear the crashing of the sea waves. Now, she felt as if she was truly home.

Gilbert’s POV

Gilbert was overjoyed to be back home. 

He had missed Avonlea, but the reason that he had been so excited was that it meant that he and Anne could spend more time together, after spending months apart, only keeping in touch through the long letters, which seemed like they arrived after an eternity. 

Now, as they neared Green Gables, he thought of the times when they were younger when Anne had first moved here. 

Gilbert hadn’t realized it when he was younger, but he had been smitten with Anne since the moment he first saw her in those woods that morning before school.

He helped Anne get down from the cart, before taking her bags out. 

“Do you want me to carry them for you?” He asked her, hoping not to waste even a minute apart from her.

“No, I am quite capable of myself.” She replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

He watched as she ran, clutching her suitcase, with her hair blowing behind her.

“See you later!” she yelled, giving him a quick smile before she knocked on the door.

Gilbert smiled, as he knew things would be different now that they were back home.

ok, so haven't been posting updates for a loooooong time. I apologize, schoolwork got the best of me. This chapter is pretty short, but I promise to update more often now that summer is starting

Signing off,

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ok awesome thank you :)) could i please request a moody spurgeon x reader from AWAE (s2 era) where he’s lovesick and obsessed with the reader and is sure she’s his future wife? they’re friends, but not super close, and she says she’s not ready for marriage yet because she wants to go to queen’s college. so he forcibly kisses her and someone sees, leading both her and his parents to force them to marry. feel free to change any details if you’d like! thank you so so much ❤️

Lovely

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x Reader

I only write sfw, feel free to send asks, Yandere themes, forced kiss, forced marriage, vixen shaming, I don't know, it's long. I don't really like it after the Mrs. Linde part, I did season 3 Moody cuz the banjo was convenient. Thank you for the ask!!

You sound lovely!" Y/N spouted as the last string on Moodys banjo rung out. 

"You're lovely- err I mean... thank you." He stuttered, blush running to his cheeks.

He truly thought she was lovely. The way her hair swayed as she moved. The way her laugh sounded as it filled a room. The color of her eyes and the way they sparkled when the light hit them just right. The way she spoke, especially when she was answering a question. 

Y/N laughed a bit at his mess up. 

"Why, thank you, Moody." 

During class Moody would find his eyes wandering over to Y/Ns seat across the room. Sometimes he'd miss whole lessons, whole class days even, just staring at her. 

Moody may not have been the smartest but he had a wild imagination. He'd imagined Y/N in a beautiful wedding dress with a lace veil and a bouquet of wild flowers. Of course, he'd be wearing a hand-me-down suit from his parents. Maybe with something new added, like a small embroidery from his mother, or some cufflinks, who knows? She'd smile at him with a tint of blush on her cheeks as she walked with her father down the isle and he'd feel his heart pump a million beats a second and then- 

The school day would end and he'd have to watch her walk away. 

But during lunch she'd always sit and listen to him play his banjo before going to eat with the other girls. She was practically his during that time. 

"Y/N," Moody began one day while putting his Banjo down. "Would you like to eat with me today?" He asked, fidgeting with his fingers. 

She just smiled and nodded before running off to get her lunch. 

After that she began eating with him a few days out of the week. She'd grab her lunch and sit and listen to him play and laugh and talk with him. Moody felt content for a while. 

Only for a while. 

Then he got the idea that Y/N had fallen for him like he had fallen for her. Why wouldn't she? It just makes sense. They were practically already courting one another in his eyes. 

He thought she stared at him like he was the only boy in the world. He thought she smiled brighter when she was with him. He thought she loved him. 

He needed her to love him. 

Finally, while sitting with Y/N in the school house during lunch, he croaked up the courage to say something. 

"Y/N, will you marry me?" His eyes shut and his hands balled into clenched fists. 

Y/N was just about to take a bite of a 🍐  and stopped in her tracks at his request. Thankfully no one had heard Moodys proposal. 

"What?" Y/N asked, putting the fruit down. 

"W-will you marry me?" He reiterated. Y/N took a moment to reprocess the situation.

After what felt like ages to Moody she finally began to show somewhat of a reaction. Her head began shaking and she began speaking. 

"No. I'm sorry Moody." She looked down at her dress and fiddled with the hem of it. Moodys face flushed with a bright red color. 

"Why not?" He pressed. 

"It's nothing against you, Moody. It's just, well... we haven't even really courted, and Ill be leaving for Queens College soon and-" She thought for a moment, "I suppose I see you as more of a friend too, Moody." Every word she spoke dripped with her discomfort. She looked down and started cleaning up her lunch basket. Moody felt betrayed. What were they doing if not courting one another? And she sees him as more of a friend? Then why does she look at him like that? Being married won't stop her from going to college. Moody would never dream of holding her back. He just wanted to love her and for her to love him. To spend the rest of their lives together and grow old together. "I'm hardly ready for marriage any wa-!" Moodys hand reach behind Y/Ns head and he pulled her face in to his, practically clashing teeth with each other. Y/N pushed against him, moving her hands up to his chest, pressing as hard as she could and finally disconnecting their lips. 

Moody fell back to the floor with heavy breath and Y/N stared down at him furiously. 

This whole fiasco definitely did not go unnoticed by the class. Y/Ns face turned beat red, either from embarrassment, rage, or a mix of both, as she looked around the class at the other students ogling at her. 

She quickly stood up and gave Moody a swift kick in his shin before collecting her things and running out of the school house. 

Moodys hand reached up to one of the desk tables for support as he pulled himself up, noticing the many groups whispering about the incident. He felt a lump grow in his throat that he tried to swallow back while fixing his clothes, then he ran out of the school house, like Y/N had previously. 

If something were to happen in Avonlea the whole town would know about it. Whether from word of mouth or Mrs. Rachel Linde going around spreading the good, bad, and nasty news. Of course Y/Ns parents heard about what had happened from Mrs. Linde who had heard it from a group of students passing by her home. She immediately scurried herself over to the L/N little farm and shared her thoughts on the matter. 

"Well hello, Mrs. Linde." Y/Ns mother said as she opened her front door. Rachel came barging in the second she saw the door move. 

"Mrs. L/N." She greeted, already in the parlor of the white walled house. "I assume you've heard of..." she looked around for somewhere to place her hat and coat, spying the rack by the front door, then continued; "Your daughters little fiasco at the school house." She placed her hat and coat on the rack and moved to sit in one of the chairs in the parlor. 

Mrs. L/N took a seat across from Rachel and pushed out the rinkles of her dress. 

"No, what has she done now?" Her brows furrowed. Her daughter had never been apart of any of Rachel's rumors and it was discontenting to see it happening now. 

"Oh its a doosy." Her finger pointed at Mrs. L/N. "I heard the boys talking. Today, in front of the whole class she caused a spectacle." She had a short huff  before continuing again. "You know I'm not one to gossip, but as your friend I thought you needed to know. If your daughter is truly becoming a vixen then you have every right to know. Knock the devil out of her before it's too late-" 

"Please, just tell me what happened, Mrs. Linde." Your mother pleaded, slightly irked by Rachel's coarse language and accusations at her daughter. 

"Yes, well, I was sitting on my porch moments ago when I heard the Andrews and Sloane boy talking. According to them, your daughter was locking lips with that Moody Spurgeon boy in the middle of class. For everyone to see. Apparently they both ran out of the school house around noon together and haven't been back since. Took their things and all." 

Mrs. L/N was shocked to say the least. 

"Well, I suppose I'll have to have a word with my daughter. Thank you for informing me, Mrs. Linde." She stood up and ushers for Rachel to do so as well, which Rachel did oblige but she couldn't help herself from shoving her opinion in the mix, again. 

"You know, with how many people saw this fiasco, you might as well marry her off to that boy. It's the only chance she'll have at finding a husband under the circumstances. Word travels fast and no one is going to want a girl who's been throwing herself at men left and right." 

"Of course, Rachel." Mrs. L/N sighed. "I suppose that's our only option." Her hand moved to her temple and attempted to rub out her forming migraine. 

"Well. Keep me in on the loop." Rachel added before grabbing her things and leaving, more than likely to go spread the word to every end of Avonlea. 

About an hour after Mrs. Linde left Y/N, returned home. Mrs. L/N had already discussed the incident and what they needed to do with Mr. L/N and the two were waiting for their lovely, possibly a vixen, daughter to return home. The second y/n walked in the door they dragged her back out and ventured to the Spurgeon home. 

"I don't know what happened, Y/N, but this is unacceptable. No doubt Rachel's gone and told all of Avonlea by now." Her mother chattered. 

"It's not my fault!" 

Mrs. L/N scoffed in response. 

"Well, there isn't much we can do about it now. Your fault or not, it happened. And now you're becoming a laughing stock. We'll have to fix this somehow, with the Spurgeon family." 

They arrived at the house, Y/N begrudgingly stepping up to the porch with her family. They were invited in and the parents went to discuss matters. 

Y/N remained standing by the door as Moody stared at her, eyes filled with guilt. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N" he mumbled. He wasnt actually sorry but he didnt exactly know what else to say. 

"Sorry wont fix this, Moody. You were supposed to be my friend. Now my reputation is ruined. I'll have to leave the island to get married with the way Mrs. Linde has been reacting." Y/N huffed in response. 

Meanwhile, in the other room;

"My son kissed your daughter. He told us everything. He will take responsibility. Whatever you think is best." Mrs. Spurgeon assured. 

"Well I'd like to believe my daughter had no hand but I was her age once too." Mrs. L/N shook her head. "I suggest we give the two what they want and settle it that way. It's easier on us and easier on them." 

Mrs. Spurgeon nodded in response and the two treked back to the front room. 

"You two will marry." Mrs. L/N said, an unwarranted smile plastered her face. 

"What?" The two kids said in unison, one clearly more excited about it than the other. 

"It makes the most sense." Mrs. Spurgeon added.

"Makes the most sense?" Y/N stepped up. "How does that make any sense?" 

"Bite your tongue, dear." Her mother warned. "It's not likely that you'll he able to find anyone else now is it?" Her mother continued to press. "Clearly you must enjoy Moodys presence in some capacity or you wouldn't have been near him to begin with. This is our final decision." 

"But Queens College!" Y/N huffed. "I'm taking the entrance exam soon!" 

"You can still go!" Moody chimed in. A scowl crept to Y/Ns' face but Moody pressed on, taking a step forward to continue his soon to be ramble. "I-I would never hold you back. You can go to Queens College and Ill go to college too and then we can be married after we both graduate."

"Very good, Moody." His mother congratulated. "That's what we'll do." 

And with that, the two were engaged. It was all over Avonlea. Y/N had her reputation back and Moody had her, although Y/N tried tirelessly to break the engagement.

#moody spurgeon #awae fanfic #awae s1 #awae imagine #awae season 2 #anne with an e #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #yandere

[js589]

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)

[crvptidgf]

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.

- - -

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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[cooldude1111111]

Ya girl just finished anne with an e AND WHAT THE FUCK????? IT’S CANCELLED???? Gilbert is like a cuter timothee chalamet (specifically laurie from little women but less of an a hole) and anne’s character development and the residential indian school plotline and anne and gilbert x1000 WHY THE HELL DID THEY CANCELL ITTTT

When they finally confessed to each other and then he has to leave and he jumps off the carriage to kiss her more and the look he gave her OMFG the only con is his name is gilbert but I WANTTT DIEE

#anne with an e #anne shirley #anne shirly cuthbert #gilbert blythe #anne x gilbert #WHY #WHY IS IT CANCELLED #awae #awae fanfic #awae analysis #awae aesthetic #it’s 4am

[luvrblythe]

well.., are they? || gilbert blythe x f!reader

jealous gilbert basically

got carried away again omfg someone stop me

warnings : cursing (from me lol), billy andrews, slut shaming but no sexual activities actually happen, idk if thats it

i was also inconsistent bc i kept using both "u" and "you" i apologize for that

— he would never say it out loud thats for sure

— if u weren’t together or anything he wouldn’t really be all petty about it

— big boy knows his place

— but he may throw in some subtle moves to get ur attention

— if he feels like it that is

— idk where i’m going with this

— but if you were together or like he was courting u or smth

— he’d definitely do something abt it

— if u thought he was protective while he was only crushing on u bbg he’s like 10 times worse now

— or better, if u like that sort of stuff

— he’s definitely not possessive protective, he just rlly doesn’t want u getting hurt :(

— i’m going off topic

— billy’s an ass

— we all know that

— but he also has a maaaassive crush on u

— and u being u 

— u were oblivious to his painfully evident attraction to u

— your mind and heart was too full of your gilbert you couldn’t possibly think of any other man in that way

— gilbert on the other hand, has known about billboy’s crush on u for years

— flashbacks to when he keeps calling him “bud”

— he didn’t rlly do anything abt it at first, bc yk, he didn’t rlly have the right to

— but u were his girl now 

— side note he wouldn’t call u “his girl” if you didn’t like it:))

— alr back to billiards

— he was soo fucking

— ugh idk but he was acting like a grade a asshole that's for sure

— he’d like constantly be around u

— and like help u out with stuff like gilbert would

— u didn’t think much of it, most of the boys u knew were gentlemen

— but then he started spreading rumors

— apparently u two made out when u came over his house over the weekend

— when u were actually at gilbert’s

— here we go

— monday came and it was torture

— the second u came through the door, the girls rushed to you and pulled u into their little corner

— side note #2 i’d give anything to be invited to their little corner

— u got bombarded with questions

— somehow they all knew they were just rumors

— they all understood how in love u are with gilbert, and they knew u too well to know u would never

— except josie

— she was being a bitch about the whole thing

— called u nasty words

— “you enjoy being passed around, y/n? i mean i’m not surprised, we all knew how you were gonna turn out. just didn’t think it’d be this early.” 

— fuck u josie

— the girls immediately came to ur aid, especially anne and diana

— i love them all so much

— meanwhile outside, billy and some boys were playing catch

— while gossiping ofc

— while u were basically scared for your life, billy was being congratulated

— for stealing blythe’s girl apparently

— “such sweet lips she had, couldn’t get enough of me. she was practically begging for more!” he laughed while tossing the ball to charlie

— ugh

— “really? y/n? y/n y/l/n? i never thought she’d be disloyal to gilbert. the two are practically engaged.” charlie added

— “i thought so too, but—, guess she just couldn’t control herself.” billy replied as he laughed along with the other boys

— what he didn’t know was that gilbert was listening the whole time

— ofc he knew this wasn’t true, he was practically glued to u all weekend

— omg new blurb idea

— anyways

— the second he heard this his mind immediately went to u

— how were u doing? were u alright? oh what would people say about u if they heard about this?

— he knows u arrive to school earlier than him so he concluded that u probably already heard about all this

— he desperately wanted to check on u

— but he had to deal with this dickhead first

— gilbert blythe style

— he walked towards the group

— but not like power walk walk

— yk that slow smug walk that ppl do when they’re about to confront someone?

— like they’re just letting their feet carry them and smirking? u get the point

— he walked over, jaw clenched but smirking nonetheless 

— “hey billy! how’s it goin’?” he smiled as he swung his arm around billy

— “hehey, bud! oh– have you heard the news?” he replied

— “yep, yeah the second i got here.” gilbert smiled

— billy pulled away so he could face gilbert “hey, uh– i’m sorry ‘bout your gi— y/n. i mean we all know how girls get. they can be such—”

— ooh

— before he could finish, gilbert’s fist met his face

— he punched him so hard he literally fell to the ground

— the boys gasped, which caught the girls’ attention

— it also caught your attention, which halted ur sobbing 

— oh did i mention u were sobbing? bc you know, 19th century, small town, word gets around, and unfortunately for u weren’t rich and privileged so ur reputation was very fragile

— u all scurried towards the window

— and u saw gilbert bend down to billy’s level, fisting his collar in his hand

— “try saying anything like that about my girl again– or any girl for that matter– i’ll aim for your mouth next time so you’ll finally zip it.” he sneered

— i literally don’t know how to write threats i’m so sorry

— billy couldn’t say anything. but before he could even nod, he was shoved down to the ground again

— bro where’s the teacher my god

— he made his way inside, prepared to comfort you

— and when he was met by your tear stained face and glossy eyes, his heart broke for you

— he pulled you aside while the girls retreated back to their little corner

— he led you to the coat room area thingy i forgot what its called

— and just pulled you into his arms

— my touched starved ass omg

— u rubbed your face on his shirt to wipe your tears which made him laugh

— u pulled away, but staying close enough so your chests are almost touching, and he kept his hands on your shoulders to ground u and to remind u that he’s there

— “i hate him now.” you mumbled

— “just now?” he chuckled, reaching his hand out to wipe a stray tear off your face

— “he’s dumb, and stupid,” “those mean the same—” “whatever!” you cut him off

— “i mean if you’re gonna spread a rumor, at least make it believable. and there weren’t even any witnesses! he didn’t even know where i was this weekend, and he has siblings! if i was at his house they would know.” you rambled angrily while playing with one of the buttons on his vest

— “adorable” he thought

— “i know, sweetheart, i know. but it’s alright now, he won’t be doing that again anytime soon.” he said while rubbing ur arm and tucking ur hair behind ur ear

— “everyone will think badly of me now.” you huffed, a soft pout adorning ur lips as u looked down at the wooden floor

— “don’t you worry, my love. i’m sure only very few people would believe that nonsense. and you said he was stupid right? billy isn’t capable of getting away with spreading a rumor. your name will be clear in no time.” 

— god i love him so much

— “what else did he say?” you asked, your voice soft as you looked up at him

— “he said your lips were sweet.” he replied, jaw clenching at the thought of billy knowing how amazing it is to kiss you

— only he is supposed to know how your kisses feel

— “well.., are they?” you laughed softly, attempting to lighten the mood as a sweet smile started growing on ur pretty face

— “hm, i don’t know, i'm having trouble recalling.” he replied, putting on a faux thinking face

— “oh my! we can’t allow that now, can we?” you gasped sarcastically as he laughed at your antics

— “perhaps you need a reminder?” you looked up at him with a smirk

— “oh fine, since you insist.” how could he deny such an offer?

— you leaned up to peck his lips once, but before you could pull away, his hand found the back of your head while the other rested on your waist, deepening the kiss and pulling you closer if that was even possible

— it made your head all fuzzy

— a good fuzzy

— when you pulled away he was looking down at you with the smuggest face ever

— you wanted to smack it off him

— lovingly

— then mr. philips finally arrived

— when you went to sit down you saw billy in his seat with a grumpy face and a bruised cheek

— you looked at gilbert as to say “you did this??”

— and he did nothing but wink at you

— and he did keep his word

— your name was cleared and billy apologized to you

— with his parents and siblings right behind him

— prissy was so disappointed

— this turned into protective gil instead of jealous gil

— oops

#i need to get more creative with my titles instead of just taking it from what i wrote #can someone tell me how to write less?? #unless ppl like that.. #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe headcannons #gilbert blythe one shot #gilbert blythe fanfic #gilbert blythe angst #awae #awae fanfic #awae x reader #awae imagine