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criesinliess · 2 months
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━JANUARY 2024; susan's recs
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HARRY POTTER
━━DRACO MALFOY
buy me presents @writingsbychlo
━━MATTHEO RIDDLE
for you @mrsbarnesblog
THE MARAUDERS ERA
━━JAMES POTTER
cold as you @pretty-little-mind33
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THE MAZE RUNNER
━━THOMAS
daffodils @writingsbychlo
that much was obvious @justauthoring
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MARVEL
━━PIETRO MAXIMOFF
sokovian cuddles @mar-gega
the silent treatment @floral-and-fine
━━LOKI LAUFEYSON
terrible liar @fandxmslxt69
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ANNE WITH AN E
━━GILBERT BLYTHE
love, lunch and letters @reidandweep
keep your hand inside of mine @harringtown
everything i hold dear resides in those eyes @↑
THE SOCIETY
━━HARRY BINGHAM
my poor little baby @the-girl-who-used-to-write
initiative @collecting-stories
FATE: THE WINX SAGA
━━RIVEN
the only edge @imkylotrash
MIXTE 1963
━━JOSEPH DESCAMPS
a real gentleman @meltinghun
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PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS
━━LUKE CASTELLAN
bleedin' me dry @atlabeth
sly swordsman @krkiiz
take a chance with me @↑
something out of my dreams @celesterayel
call it what you want @sayoneee
lavender roses @breadbrobin
about you @surftrips
fighting chance @supercutszns
a place with you @↑
true colours @↑
the grudge (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you) @kamaluhkhan
i won't say (im in love) @calliopeslyrics
bedtime stories @mischiefmoons
titles @indecisivemuch
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THE BEAR
━━CARMY BERZATTO
blueberry bbq; strawberry gazpacho @collecting-stories
i love you @sunflowersteves
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ONE PIECE
━━SANJI
tell it to me straight (because i’m going crazy) @justmediocrewriting
little by little @zorobff
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STRANGER THINGS
━━STEVE HARRINGTON
marriage pact @fantasylandloser
season one of “come home” — masterlist @stevie-petey
drunken confession @caxde
itty bitty pretty @t-lostinworlds
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OUTER BANKS
━━JJ MAYBANK
worth it @pariahsparadise
━━RAFE CAMERON
rafe, scary? pfft! @suncoved
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LOCKWOOD & CO
━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
till death do us part @websterss
certain @↑
never angry @↑
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bealovesmarauders · 1 year
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paper rings // gilbert blythe
or,
the 4 times gilbert blythe fell in love with you, and the 1 time he knew he’d do it all over again
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gilbert blythe x fem!reader
wc: 5.7k
i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings
a/n: trying something new here! i’ve never used this format (five times // one time- i tweaked it to make it four and one since i’m exhausted) so i hope you all enjoy <3 also fair warning that this is not historically accurate. but i actually spend my summers in PEI (and have for my entire life) so i think my portrayal of the environment at least is good! also, this is rushed as per usual :)
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one. when he walked you home from school.
the late june air was sticky in the avonlea schoolhouse, clinging to skin, beads of sweat gathering by brows. sunlight spilled through the windows, and even billy andrews couldn’t muster enough enthusiasm to tease anyone in this heat. pinafores too heavy for this weather, the girls gathered in one corner, pretending to read the excerpt mr phillips had picked out for today, but in honesty, you were all just complaining about the summer heat.
“i can’t wait until i have my hair up,” ruby gillis sighed, casting a longing glance across the room towards the boys. “my ribbon does suit my complexion, of course- but it’s much too hot in summer to have my hair down.”
murmurs of agreement spread throughout your little group. “i tried it one time,” whispered anne dramatically, “when marilla was away. it was rather romantic, but the pins hurt a great deal.”
sitting in between jane andrews and tillie boulter, you tried not to zone out. gaze drifting across the classroom, you caught gilbert blythe’s eye from where he was sitting with the boys, and he shot you a quick smile. you gave him a shy one back, and looked away before you could blush. you’d known gilbert forever- his family was close to yours- but something had changed recently, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
mr. phillips finally dismissed the class, and in a rush of rowdiness, the boys all excused themselves from the schoolhouse, whooping and hollering about a potential skinny dip in the wild waves. in a flurry of giggles and secrets, your friends gathered their books and rushed outside (in a rather unladylike manner- but it was summer and the world was their oyster, so who cared). you knew diana was hosting a tea party over the weekend- complete with ice cream, she’d said!- but as far as you knew, there were no plans for tonight, save the beach trip the boys had talked about. trying your best to avoid the heat for as long as possible, you lingered in the coatroom, taking the time to adjust your hat into place. but you weren’t alone, and you startled as a familiar face appeared over your shoulder.
“gilbert,” you said, his name sweet on your tongue. “you’re not going to the beach with billy?”
he shook his head. “i’m not quite in the mood for that today. but i was wondering. do you want- can i- would you like some company on your walk home?”
heart in your throat, you looked at the boy you’d known your whole life. was gilbert blythe asking to walk you home? you nodded wordlessly, and his eyes immediately softened. there was a nervousness you’d never seen in him before, a cautiousness, as if he were treading on eggshells and was terrified to break them. “i- i’d love that, gilbert, thank you.” a smile slowly spread across his face, and you seemed to see him in a new light. noticing the things you hadn’t before. the softness of his dark eyes and the way they sparkled. the gentle curve of his jaw. the way he smelled like rosemary and mint soap and the blythe farm’s apple orchard, mixed with a hint of cinnamon. the way gilbert blythe was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.
“great,” he said, finally breaking you out of your reverie. “i wouldn’t want you to get heatstroke, after all. it’d be ungentlemanly of me to let you go home without making sure you’re alright in this heat.”
your stomach erupted with butterflies, and you walked in silence with him as you left the schoolhouse. treading along the path, your footsteps settled into the same rhythm, and eventually gilbert spoke, his voice clear among the songbirds and crickets. 
“how’s your family? i haven’t seen them in a fortnight.”
his tone was proper and gentlemanly, but curious and kind. you looked shyly up at him. gilbert was tall, taller than you, sturdy with broad shoulders and a grin that showed off a lopsided roguishness once in a while on his otherwise serious face. you gripped your books a little tighter, trying to focus your thoughts back to the conversation. “they’re good, thanks for asking. mother’s been wondering about you, though. she’s wanted to drop soup off for your father, but wasn’t sure if he’d appreciate it. it’s been a while since you were over, so she doesn’t know if he still likes biscuits or bone broth.”
gilbert scuffed the ground with his boot a little bit, looking down at you contemplatively. “that’s kind of her,” he said. “he’s barely been able to keep anything down, but he likes soup. i’m not sure about the biscuits, but i’d certainly like some. i wouldn’t mind some of your mother’s plum preserves either. i haven’t had much time to go into town for food lately.”
you’d noticed. there were shadows under his eyes, and he’d always been on the lanky side, but since gilbert had taken on more of the farm work you’d observed his cheeks grow more drawn. his muscles had grown, too- another result of all the wood chopping you knew he was doing- but he lacked energy, and your heart ached for the boy. cicadas chirped as you walked in unison through the path, minding the garden snakes slinking through the tall grass, and an idea sparked in your mind as you passed the field signaling close to home.
“gilbert,” you said thoughtfully, stopping in your tracks. “mother was going to make a layer cake today, with raspberry preserves and clotted cream. i’m sure it’s cooled by now. we can have a little picnic, you and i- we have lemonade at home too, that rachel lynde brought us, and father thinks it’s too tart, so he wants to get rid of it. you can bring some home for your father as well. mother wouldn’t mind, i promise- i can make us a picnic basket, and we can sit in that field.”
gilbert turned towards you, and you couldn’t quite decipher the expression on his face. “i don’t want you to pity me,” he said quietly. “much less drag your family into it.”
“no, no,” you said quickly, fearing he’d interpreted your invitation the wrong way. “just a picnic, to catch up, as friends. we haven’t talked in a while. i miss you.”
he bit his lip. you could almost see the gears turning in his head. “alright,” he said finally. “it’s almost summer, after all. i think- i think i’d like that.”
when you reached your house, your mother was more than happy to oblige, giving gilbert a big hug and fussing over how much taller he’d gotten since the last time she saw him. you cut two pieces of cake and put them on plates in the straw picnic basket along with the bottle of mrs. lynde’s infamous lemonade. your mother even let you bring the crystal glasses used for special occasions- she trusted the both of you well enough to know that you wouldn’t break them. covering up the basket with a red checkered tablecloth, you and gilbert set off again, waving goodbye to your mother and finding a spot in the field where there was a tree with enough shade to sit under. clover and goldenrod and cornstalk bloomed in the field, and the cool, sweet grass tickled the bottom of your dress. gilbert, beside you, leaned back against the tree, his broad shoulder touching yours, and spooned a large amount of cake into his mouth. it was the happiest you’d seen him in months. the thin layer of ruby jelly in between the vanilla layers coloured the cupid’s bow of your lips, and gilbert realized in that moment that he wanted very badly to take you into his arms and kiss you. but the moment was fleeting, and gilbert was left with the idea of love lingering on his mind.
that was the first time gilbert blythe realized he was falling for you.
two. when you showed up on his doorstep in the rain.
rain poured outside, streaking the windows and trickling down the roofs of avonlea’s houses. sorrow hung in the air, and black clothing had dominated the church the day prior. it was not often that avonlea had funerals, and when they were, they were a somber affair, impacting every one of its citizens. especially now. it seemed as though the whole world had watched mr. blythe’s casket descend into the soil, and now the rain was fertilizing it. perhaps flowers would bloom on top of his grave. the entirety of the little town hoped so- anything to bring comfort to the blythe’s only son.
you’d seen gilbert at the funeral, features etched with sorrow, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. but he’d looked resigned as well- putting on a strong face for those who could not. ruby had sobbed hysterically, as had rachel lynde, and even marilla cuthbert had shed a tear. normally, you would have talked to gilbert. you’d been over the day before mr. blythe had died, bringing with you a sweater you and your mother had knit together to help keep him warm. you’d known his health was declining, but it was even more heart wrenching seeing gilbert that way- expression unmoving, body stiff as he accepted the gift. you’d only had a moment with him before mr. blythe erupted into coughs again- a second in which gilbert’s mask slipped and you truly saw the fear plaguing his mind. you’d wished you could have said something to make it all better. but you hadn’t. you couldn’t.
and now you were on his porch, clutching a package of baking soda biscuits and a small posy of forget-me-nots in your hands. you were shivering from the cold rain, and you’d gotten soaked on the way over, but it was worth it. there seemed to be barely any movement in the gray house- you couldn’t spot any candles lit inside from the windows- and you were wondering if gilbert was even here when all of a sudden the door swung open and he appeared.
his expression was unreadable, brown eyes deep with emotion and seeded in sadness. “hi,” he said. “gil,” you breathed back. 
after a moment of silence, the words came back to you. “these are for you,” you said, reaching out. your hands were shaking, and whether they were from nerves or the cold, gilbert couldn’t tell. he took the flowers and the parcel from your outstretched hands, almost unsure what to do with them. “they’re biscuits,” you said, mouth dry, trying to fill the quiet. “mother’s baking soda ones. you mentioned you liked them one time, and we were out of plum preserves, but i-”
“thank you,” gilbert said, and although it sounded slightly robotic, his words felt genuine. you looked at your shoes, unsure of what to say next. your parents had always taught you to say “i’m sorry for your loss” to someone grieving, but the phrase felt too unfamiliar. “i- i’ll leave you to it, then,” you stuttered, backing away from the door and turning to go. you didn’t want to intrude- even if he was your friend. because that’s what you were, right? friends. friends visited during difficult times. friends didn’t want to hug all the sadness out of him. but gilbert’s voice cracked when he spoke next, and you turned around.
“no,” he said clumsily. the words are rushed and jumbled from his mouth, and he stumbles over the next ones too. “please. you’re freezing, and soaking wet. come in.”
up until then, you’d hoped you didn’t look that bad. your straw hat had managed to protect the top of your head, but the rest of your hair was stringy and dripping over your shoulders. your cheeks were also flushed, and even in what should have been a moment focused on his own grief, gilbert found himself worrying that you’d catch pneumonia in this weather. he hadn’t expected anyone to visit today, especially not in a rainstorm. 
seeing the concern in his eyes, you realized that walking all the way home in a thunderstorm was probably not such a good idea, so you stepped in cautiously per gilbert’s invitation. the house was warm, but everything seemed dim and gray. the door you knew led to mr. blythe’s bedroom was closed, and you could see gilbert’s eyes darting towards it as well, as if he were praying you wouldn’t say anything. gilbert set down the parcel of biscuits on the kitchen table and looked around for something.
“do you have a vase?” you asked quietly. “i can fill it up with water for you. i thought the forget-me-nots would bring a little light.”
gilbert nodded, but sucked in a breath. you turned to him with a questioning look. “the vase,” he said, voice dry. “it’s in his room. mrs. lynde brought some peonies over while he was still sick, and i didn’t take them out. he’s always hated peonies- he thinks they’re too big and bold. but he would’ve loved these.”
you lightly touched the small forget me not bouquet, felt the soft petals under your fingertips. “you don’t have to use a vase,” you replied softly. “a mug will do.” gilbert stood motionless in the middle of the kitchen, and you maneuvered around him, carefully filling up the pottery with water and placing the flowers in it.
he seemed rooted to the floor, even when he focused his gaze on the posy. your glance met his, and the sorrow was evident. gilbert hadn’t cried at the funeral- you’d never seen him cry. but now tears were brimming at the corners of his soft chocolate eyes, threatening to spill over, and in a moment your body overtook your mind and you had wrapped your arms around gilbert in a hug.
for a moment you regretted it. but then he was hugging you back, clutching your arms, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. and in a way, you were. you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, hear his muffled cries. due to his height, your face was nestled in the crook of gilbert’s neck, and the two of you stayed like that, intertwined, for several long moments. 
when gilbert finally pulled away, he knew that for better or for worse, you would be there for him until the day he died. 
three. when you exchanged christmas presents in the snow.
to be honest, you hadn’t expected gilbert to come back from the steamer, or trinidad. you’d kept in close correspondence with him, saving the letters he sent you in a special drawer in your writing desk. you memorized his handwriting- the candid tone recalling his tales- the stamps on the envelope. but it still came as a surprise when he’d arrived back.
everything had been awkward at the start, but as soon as gilbert told you all the tales of his travels, you’d slowly slipped back into your old dynamic. there was still a line the both of you were toeing, trying to test out the boundaries between platonic and whatever the two of you were. when you’d met bash, he’d given you a quick wink and told you he’d heard all about you, but other than that, you were positive gilbert just wanted to stay friends. “he can’t love me,” you’d told the avonlea girls a few days prior. “the letters didn’t mean anything, he was just lonely.” but all of them agreed, even ruby- who had been zoning in on moody spurgeon ever since gilbert had left- that there was something more in his words, that it wasn’t all in your head.
and now it was christmas. gilbert, bash, and the shirley-cuthberts had all come for dinner (you’d grown close to anne the past year, and it had taken some convincing but since your father knew matthew so well, marilla had deemed it acceptable). the dinner had been lovely- your mother had brought out all the stops for gilbert and bash- roast goose, scalloped potatoes (island ones, of course), cranberry jelly, chicken pie, spiced gingerbread. flames crackled in the fireplace, biting gusts of wind rattled the windows, and blurred glittery ornaments adorned the pine tree in the center of your living room. dinner was over now, and the adults were gathered around the table and swapping stories of old. anne was there too, heavily engaged in a discussion with bash, but the social aspect was getting to be somewhat exhausting, so you quietly slipped out the back door to have a few moments alone.
in a rather unladylike fashion, you got up and sat on the fence by your house, snowflakes tickling your nose, watching the sun slowly begin to set. hues of pink and orange tinged the sky, and you were surprised you could even see it right now- the weather suggested a cloudy sky. the sound of snow crunching came from behind you, and to your surprise, gilbert was coming towards you. he had his brown cap and his red flannel on, and he looked so cozy that you somehow wished you were cuddled up in his arms. pushing the thought away, you greeted him as he came to sit on the fence beside you.
“enjoying the night so far?”
“quite,” gilbert replied. there was a sparkle in his eyes that danced, one that had been noticeably absent since his father died. you suspected it had something to do with bash’s uncle-like presence, and maybe anne’s too- it was well rumored that he’d fancied her for a while when they’d first met. gilbert looked off into the sunset, puffs of his breath materializing in the cold air, and you shivered involuntarily. he offered you his wool mittens wordlessly, and you gratefully put them on, although they were too big for you.
“oh,” you said, remembering something. he turned towards you, watching you intently as you pulled out a small package from your coat pocket. it was wrapped in festive paper, and you’d written his name on it in swooping calligraphy.
“for me?” gilbert asked. he carefully unfurled the wrapping paper to reveal a small leather bound book embossed with “the complete illustrated medical dictionary (pocket edition)” on the front. “i’ve had it since you left,” you said, breath catching in your throat. “i kept it for you. all this time.”
genuine joy shone in gilbert’s eyes. he flipped through the pages delightedly, marveling at the drawings inside. “thank you,” he grinned. “i actually have something for you too.”
breathlessly, you awaited your gift, snowflakes fluttering down and landing on you. they decorated your hair and its festive ribbon for one fleeting moment before melting, and you swore there was nothing as beautiful as this moment, exchanging gifts with gilbert in the snow, watching the sunset sweep across the dove-gray sky. finally, gilbert found what he was looking for in his pocket, and produced a tiny box.
“it doesn’t look like much,” he warned, “but i found it on my travels. i was waiting to give it to you. i wanted it to be the perfect moment.”
carefully opening the small box, you gasped as the lid revealed a necklace with a pendant. a small silver locket shaped like a heart, the kind one could put a photograph in. “gilbert,” you breathed. “this is- this is beautiful.”
and it was. the locket lay on a delicate chain, and it was engraved intricately, with elaborate designs. your mittened hands fumbled to take it out of the box and inspect it more, but gilbert took it from you with a small smile. “let me help you,” he murmured, and made to fasten it on you. you stood still, hyper aware of how close gilbert’s hands were to your face. his fingers brushed against the back of your neck, securing the necklace, and you caught yourself from flinching. you didn’t know what to say, except for thank you, so you repeated yourself again. 
“a thing of beauty is a joy forever,” gilbert quoted, somewhat uncharacteristically. “keats,” he added after a moment, referencing the poet he’d read the phrase from. “i wanted you to have something to remember me by.”
“to remember you by?” you laughed. “what, are you going on the steamer again?”
he could tell the thought sobered you, so he shook his head, shrugging. “no. i just think…you’re a wonderful girl. the loveliest in avonlea.”
“i think you’re wonderful too,” you said shyly, which was about as many words as you could manage right now. the loveliest girl in avonlea? goodness. 
the sun had almost set by now, and the sky was turning dark- a good cover for hiding the red tint spreading across your face. “we should go back inside,” you said hurriedly, and the two of you made your way over to the door. you stopped before opening it, basking in the glow of the oil lamp on the porch.
“gilbert, i-”
overcome by sudden anxiety, you handed back his warm mittens. “thank you,” you said, the words lingering on your tongue. “for everything.”
quickly, so fast you almost missed it, gilbert leaned down, brushed a stray wisp of hair away, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “merry christmas,” he said simply. and then, the two of you went back inside, as if nothing had happened at all.
as soon as you entered, bash noticed the locket and smirked. gilbert shot him a warning look, lest he say anything. the two of you immersed yourself in separate conversations- you with anne, him with marilla and your mother, while matthew silently observed your father and bash discuss politics. but you kept stealing glances at each other as if you were speaking a secret language that only the two of you knew, and each time it filled you with comfort.
it was a cold christmas, but you felt the warmest you had been in a while– and, as luck would have it, so did gilbert.
four. when you climbed a tree.
and so summer rolled around again, fading into august. university loomed on the horizon. childhood was over- gone were the days of butterflies, bumblebees, and scraped knees. yet you could pretend, and so you did. 
the soft salt breeze tickled your face, sending a pleasant feeling down your spine. you were with gilbert- on his farm, in the orchard. it was just the two of you- most of avonlea were in charlottetown for the island county fair, granting you the opportunity to do whatever you wanted, since no one was around to see.
so you took advantage of that. no more were the stolen glances, the sneaking around, your only physical touch with gilbert being brushed hands- and even then you’d both deemed it risky. neither of you wanted word to get around yet. sure, there had been rumors and some of your best friends knew (only the ones you were sure wouldn’t spread anything around). but here, now, the world was your oyster. and the two of you soaked it up blissfully.
you were lying on the grass with your head in gilbert’s lap, weaving a flower crown as he read a book- an old poetry collection ms stacy had lent him. the clouds were glorious fluffy shapes in the blue sky, and you pointed them out to gilbert every once in a while. your fingers deftly twined the daisies and their stems, finally tying them all together in a knot, creating a perfect circlet, and setting it teasingly on gilbert’s dark hair.
he smirked, leaving it on. “made it for me?”
“a pretty crown for a pretty boy,” you replied, smiling from your position in his lap. he was solid, sturdy, his hand resting securely on your waist. you felt safe with your body close to his, arms and legs intertwined. and he was pretty- “the prettiest boy in avonlea,” you said, mimicking his words to you from last christmas. he laughed and set the book down, taking the flower crown off and resting it gently on your hair. “it suits you,” gilbert said softly, and he was right.
the two of you stayed like that for a while, absorbing each other’s presence. you charted the rare freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose as if they were constellations, tracing them with the tip of your finger. it tickled him, and he smiled down at you. he finally returned to his book- “i want to read you something”- and blissfully, you obliged, settling down to listen.
“i almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days- three such days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain,” gilbert read from the poetry collection in his lap, a break from the constant medical anatomy books he was usually seen carrying around. you recognized the fragment of poetry- “keats,” you said, “just like what you said to me last winter. when you gave me the necklace.”
a smile tugged at gilbert’s lips, and you pulled out the locket from under the neckline of your dress to show him. “i’ll never take it off,” you promised him, right then and there. “it’s like a little piece of you with me, all the time.”
“you better not,” he teased. “cost me a fortune, that one. even more than all of those romance books i’m always secretly buying you in town.”
you sat up and shoved him jokingly, tousling his dark curls to purposely peeve him. gilbert’s hair wasn’t tidy all that often, but he’d let it slip once that he always tried to make it look nice for you. struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, you jumped up. “let’s go pick some apples.”
the blythe orchard was infamous for their strawberry apples, the only place in avonlea where they were available. contrary to popular belief, this was simply a variant of apple, and not a strawberry hybrid. all too happy to appease you, gilbert took your hand and led you to the best tree on the land. most of the other boughs were still blooming with apple blossoms, but this tree was different.
he pointed to a low-hanging branch, one blessed with red fruit. “my father always picked the first apple on this tree in august,” he told you, tone contemplative and wistful. “he said this was the tree he kissed my mother under for the first time. he thought if the first apple of the season was picked here, at this tree, it brought the harvest luck.”
nostalgia flickered in gilbert’s eyes, and you knew he was missing his father more than usual. “let’s do it, then,” you said, finding your voice, fingers delicately intertwined with his- giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “we’ll each pick one. in honor of him. a new tradition.”
the words you’d spoken may have been simplistic, but to gilbert they meant the world. without his father, it had been so incredibly difficult at first to do anything- carry on old traditions, much less creating new ones. but here you were, by his side, looking up at him with adoring eyes, and giving him the opportunity to heal and grow. gilbert knew he could never put into words how much it truly meant to him.
you let him go first, watching him scamper up the tree like a squirrel. he seemed a boy again, plucking an apple from the highest bough and descending nimbly. when you started climbing, you found your footing easily, but doubt wracked your mind- imagine the horrors if mrs. lynde and her posse heard about this, climbing trees like a chimpanzee! - and so you opted for a lower branch, reaching it deftly. you reached for an apple and held it high victoriously. some hint of pride shone in gilbert’s eyes.
“to making new traditions,” he said- a toast with the notable absence of glasses brimming with champagne. “to making new traditions,” you repeated, and in that moment, you in the tree and him on the ground, you swore you could see hints of a future- one with new traditions and old traditions, little feet running around and everything in between. today was flawless.
and it would’ve been perfect, except for the sound of the branch cracking under your weight. you weren’t too high up in the tree, but inevitably, you landed on the ground, a crumpled heap of petticoats and ribbons, crying out softly upon impact.
you’d never seen gilbert this way, in ‘doctor mode’, simply put. he was immediately beside you, voice laced with concern, checking you over for scrapes and bruises. you were fine, mostly- just a little shaken up and scared, save for the red-hot throbbing in your wrist. the pain didn’t exactly warrant crying, but you weren’t used to the funny feeling, and tears welled in your waterline anyways. gilbert, telling you to take deep breaths, helped you sit up.
he’d noticed straightaway the way you held you wrist, cradling it slightly away from your body, and murmuring words of comfort, he started prodding your knuckles, gently examining the swollen area. you winced, but it wasn’t too bad. “i don’t think it’s broken,” gilbert said finally, deeming it a sprain after careful inspection. “but let’s get you back home. i have some bandages- i’ll wrap it just in case.”
tears threatened to spill over again as the two of you walked from the orchard to his home. gilbert noticed, and stopped. “hey,” he said softly. “it’s okay. i’ll make you some herbal tea. that should help with the pain a bit.”
“it’s not that,” you made out, a small pout forming on your lips. “we were having such a wonderful day, gil, and i ruined it all. i’m sorry.”
“whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said, his brow furrowing. “you didn’t ruin anything. you got hurt, it happens. and we have the rest of the afternoon to be together- i’ll tell you what, how about once we get back to the farmhouse, we’ll make the most of it, okay? we can still have some fun.”
a wobbly smile formed on your lips, and you nodded. gilbert cupped your face gently, and looked into your eyes. “i love you,” he said, voice nervous but firm. “just let me take care of you.”
your heart caught in your throat. he’d never said that before. contrary to the rumors, he hadn’t even kissed you properly yet. “i love you too,” you whispered, voice hoarse. and before you could think about it too much, you went up on your tiptoes and pressed a small kiss to gilbert’s lips.
they were soft and sweet and filled with promise and hope, and he leaned into it, your bodies closer than they’d ever been. his hands ghosted the small of your back, your hips, your shoulders, and it felt like home. when you finally pulled apart, there was a twinkle in his eye you’d never seen before. a twinkle of something called joy.
when you got back to the farmhouse, he finally settled you on the couch, comfortably sipping a cup of tea and trying wholeheartedly to braid your hair. he’d always wanted to learn, and since you were currently unable to do it yourself, he deemed it the perfect opportunity. it made you laugh- his fingers, usually nimble and clever, were clumsy in your locks, and the braid you ended up with was slightly sloppy, but filled with adoration. a realization fluttered through your mind, and set its claws into your future. you loved gilbert- gilbert loved you- and though you wouldn’t say it out loud, at least not for several years, he would make a wonderful husband.
five. when you said “i do”.
the spring skies were blue today- flowers were blooming- grass was green. “a lovely day for a wedding,” mrs. lynde had told marilla that morning, and all of avonlea agreed. 
you were walking down the aisle in a few minutes, getting ready in reverence. a delicate white veil lay on your hair, the one passed down through your family for almost a century. the lace dress fit you perfectly, intricate embroidery accentuating your waist. your mother’s simple pearl earrings adorned your ears, glowing in the morning light. in your hands were a bouquet- a single spray of forget-me-nots, periwinkle blue, an ode to gilbert’s father, who had loved them so. and at the same time, a tribute to your past together, that awful rainy day after the funeral filled with grief and tears and emotion, yet what had brought you closer together. something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. all was well. you were ready.
the springtime realm of gilbert’s yard was immersed in devotion. petals decorated the grass down the aisle. your dearest friends and family observed, and the wedding itself passed in the blink of an eye. there was not a dry eye during the vows, and gilbert’s words were even more poetic than you had ever hoped. he promised to love you- to care for you- in sickness and in health, to be your rock. it was not the fanciest wedding- there were no messes of tulle and satin and roses- but it was yours, and you couldn’t be happier.
you were husband and wife. the dawn had come anew. and that night, when gilbert fell asleep watching you breathe, finding solace in the rise and fall of your chest, he knew without a doubt that he would do it all over again.
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wife-of-all-dilfs · 5 months
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✎ masterlist ✎
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this is a collection of all my one shots. more will be added as i continue to write. requests are closed!
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🌷 ≈ fluff
🍑 ≈ smut
🌪️ ≈ angst
💻 ≈ wip
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•finnick odair•
— all that's left is a ghost of you » 💻🌪️
— hungry eyes » 🍑
— love(rs) and war » 🍑
— what friends do » 🍑🌷
— lionfish, seahorses, and dolphins, oh my! » 🌷
— beautiful mess » 🌷🌪️
— two souls, one heart » 🌪️
— nsfw alphabet » 🍑
— flower therapy » 🌪️🌷
— bad idea, right? » 🍑🌪️
— red wine: part 1, part 2, part 3 »🌷🌪️
— forbidden fruit » 🍑
— a darling and a virgin » 🌪️🍑
•bellamy blake•
— close call » 🍑
— bioluminescence » 🌷
— pretty fixation, wicked temptation » 🍑
•gally (the maze runner)•
— relationship headcanons pt. two » 🌷
— relationship headcanons » 🌷🌪️🍑
• (more characters to be added)•
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ooo-yeah-baby · 7 months
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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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frickingnerd · 4 months
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gilbert blythe telling you "i love you" for the first time
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pairing: gilbert blythe x gn!reader
tags: fluff, unspecified relationship, implied romance
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the first time gilbert said those three little words to you was on a sunny spring evening
after school, he had walked you home but on your way there the two of you got sidetracked and ended up strolling through the woods, just talking and laughing together
eventually, you two ended up near a small lake and took a break there
while gilbert sat down near the water, you picked a few flowers that grew nearby, holding them in your hands and admiring them
your eyes were fixated on the pretty flowers, while gilbert's eyes were glued to you
he sat there in silence, until those three little words just spilled over his lips, as if he couldn't keep them to himself anymore
"i love you…"
the way he said those words, you could've sworn that he never said them to anyone else before, nor would he ever tell anyone else
it was like those words were just for you to hear…
when you whipped your head around to look surprised at gilbert, he just smiled softly and apologized
"that came out of nowhere, i'm sorry…"
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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year
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New Girl
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pairing: gilbert blythe x female reader
warnings: just fluff, somewhat love triangle with billy, some jealousy, kissing
summary: you had just moved to avonlea from london, you were a beauty with fancy clothes and a lovely accent, who just so happens to have two boys take interest in you
a/n: there is such a lack of gilbert fanfics on here, he is such a sweetheart and needs more attention
song: angeleyes - abba
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Walking up a hill from your new home, you follow a path you saw that helps lead you to school easily. You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue dress that somewhat stuck out around you. You had a ribbon in your hair and some jewelry with white gloves.
You truly didn't know what to wear, back at your old school this was the normal clothing.
You saw a pretty small white flower, you picked it and tucked it behind your ear. Smiling to yourself you continued down the path until you hear your name being called.
"Excuse me! Miss!" you stop walking and turn around to see a young boy, he seems to be around your age. Your eyes quickly scanned his features and you had to admit he was rather handsome.
"Hello, sir!"
"Gilbert- please, call me Gilbert," he smiles.
"Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Gilbert. I'm y/n," you smile at him.
"You're new here? You have a pretty accent"
"I am, and thank you. I just moved here from London," you blush.
"Wow, is it nice there? I've been wanting to travel."
"Well honestly I suppose it depends on where you are and what part you're talking about. But overall I like it," you explain looking at a squirrel you saw running in a tree.
Gilbert seemed to not be able to look away for you. He was in awe of you, he has never encountered a girl with such beauty as you.
"Perhaps you would join me in my walk to school? If that's where you're heading?" you suggest.
"I would love to"
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You both arrive at school and see everyone already there. You put your small bag on a hook in the cubby area. All the students turn and look at the two of you. It quickly goes quiet and they start to whisper.
You smile at them nervously and start to fidget with your gloves.
Gilbert leans over to your ear and whispers, "don't worry about them, they just don't get a new classmate that often." You nod and introduce yourself. The girls giggle at your accent and the boys ask you to say some words they think would sound funny with it.
Gilbert also took notice of Billy Andrews who was in the back watching the scene. Gilbert also noticed the way his eyes lingered on you, longer than he liked.
He then saw Billy start walking towards you as the boys started to walk outside and girls went to their little corner. They all told you to come sit with them but before you could follow, someone stepped in front of you.
"My, my, what a pretty girl you are. I'm Billy Andrews," he says holding his hand out. You put your hand in his with the intention to shake it, but to yours and Gilbert's he gently picks it put and places a kiss on your knuckles.
Perhaps you would find this sweet, if it were Gilbert doing it. But this boy seemed rather arrogant in your opinion.
"Oh- um- thank you and good to meet you... I must be going now, the girls are waiting for me," you nod your head over to the girls watching in the corner. You see Diana and Anne smiling at you waving their hands over for you to join them.
You slip away from Billy and go sit in between them. "I love all of your dresses," you say to them. They were different from what you grew up with but that's what made you like them.
"Ours? Look at yours! You are very beautiful and that outfit is miraculous!" Anne exclaims as the other girls nod their heads.
"Why thank you," you then lean over towards her when the other girls broke off into some converstations, "your red hair is lovely, did you know? It suits you perfectly," you whisper.
"Oh you don't know how much that means to me!" Anne smiles so happily you can't help but do the same.
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The day ended and Gilbert had a clenched jaw while he was thinking about Billy telling the other boys that you would be crawling to him in no time. Gilbert may or may not have accidentally stuck his foot out as Billy was passing by.
Gilbert saw you walking out of school and jogged over to you. "Hey! How was your first day?"
"It was magnificent, it was very different from what I am used to," you admit.
"Figured it would be, do you mind if I..." you look over at him as he continues, "walk you home?"
"Of course not!"
This then became a routine with the two of you, you both had grown very fond of each other and were very close.
Today, Billy was flirting with you again, and Gilbert mistook your actions for you flirting back. That day on the walk back, you got in a small argument.
"You were flirting back!"
"What? No I was not," you shook your head.
"Even if you weren't why wouldn't you?!" Gilbert didn't understand why you never went out with Billy, most of the girls had a crush on him.
"Because- because I fancy someone else!" you take a step closer to him, leaving only a few inches between you two.
Gilbert stops as his eyebrows raise, "who?"
"Oh Gilbert, you complete idiot," you sigh while shaking your head, but before he could respond you grabbed his collar and connected your lips to his. He quickly responds and puts one hand behind your head, and the other around your waste. You could have melted right there as you leaned into the boy. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, loving how soft it was.
Gilbert was about to faint, he had been dreaming of this happening since he met you. As you were pressed on him while your lips molded with each other, he prayed that you couldn't feel how fast his heart was beating. You slowly pull back and rest your forehead on his.
"You, Gilbert, I fancy you," you whisper to him, breathlessly.
"I like you as well, darling," he smiles connecting your lips again.
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babyflorencee · 3 months
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Jealousy
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Gilbert Blythe x fem!Reader
The sun dipped below the rolling hills of Avonlea, casting an amber glow across the landscape. Gilbert Blythe, with his characteristic disheveled hair and thoughtful gaze, strolled through the orchard, a place that had witnessed the blossoming of friendships and the unveiling of tangled emotions.
Avonlea was abuzz with preparations for the upcoming fair, a festivity Y/n L/n held dear in her heart. As Gilbert walked past the vibrant stalls and fluttering banners, he couldn't help but notice the vivacity in Y/n's step, her eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm that painted the world in hues of her imagination.
Yet, beneath Gilbert's calm exterior, a storm brewed. A quiet jealousy, like an unexpected visitor, had taken residence in his heart. It wasn't the kind born out of malice but rather a realization of the changing dynamics between them.
Yln, oblivious to the tempest within Gilbert, happily chatted with Cole and Diana, her laughter weaving into the summer breeze. As Gilbert observed from a distance, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was standing on the periphery of her universe.
His heart, usually steady as the Avonlea river, now raced with an unfamiliar cadence. Why did he feel this way? Gilbert grappled with the turmoil, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the fair's prize ribbon he held.
Later that day, under the canopy of stars, Gilbert found himself by the bridge, a place where moments unfolded like chapters in a story. The rhythmic sound of cicadas filled the air as Y/n approached, her gaze alighting upon Gilbert's contemplative silhouette.
"Hey, Gil. Are you alright?" Y/n inquired, a glimmer of concern in her eyes.
The words struggled to find their way out of Gilbert's mouth, but the truth, as elusive as it was, demanded expression. "Y/n, do you ever feel like things are changing, and you're not sure where you fit in anymore?"
Y/ns brow furrowed, a reflection of her confusion. "Change is a constant, Gilbert. But you'll always have a place in my heart. In my world." With the last sentence that left her mouth, her eyes softened, feeling sadness for the boy standing by her.
His heart, still entangled with vines of uncertainty, yearned for more. With a breath held in the quiet night, Gilbert spoke the words that fluttered within. "Y/n, it's not just about the changing world. It's about me, about us. It's about what we could possibly be. I can't stand on the sidelines anymore, y/n. I want to be more than a distant star in your sky."
It was a balm to Gilbert's restless heart, and yet, a lingering question remained unspoken. As they stood on the bridge, the moon casting its silver glow upon the water, the bond between them seemed to shimmer with an understanding beyond words.
Y/n's eyes widened, finally realizing the gravity of his confession. "Gilbert..."
Before she could say more, he took a step closer, his hand cupping her cheek. "I can't hold back any longer," he admitted, and in the soft glow of moonlight, he kissed her.
Their lips met, a silent promise of untold emotions and uncharted paths. The orchard witnessed the quiet culmination of a friendship blossoming into something more, as the stars overhead continued their timeless dance. In that stolen moment, Gilbert and Y/n discovered a new chapter in the story of Avonlea—a chapter written with ink that glistened with unspoken feelings.
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creamecafe · 11 months
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Dating Gilbert Blythe Would Include...
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Navigation | Request Guidelines | Who I Write For | Gilbert Blythe Playlist
Pairing: Gilbert Blythe x GN!Reader (No pronouns)
Warnings: sfw, fluff, mentions of sexual harassment
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Don't forget to like, share, reblog and comment on what you think!
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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 · 9 months
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i think what upsets me the most about the sudden cancellation of awae isn’t necessarily the fact that anne and gilbert finally got together after pining and longing for each other for aggesss, but rather the fact that anne, at last, seemed to find somewhere she belonged and we don’t even get to see it. i think she would thrive in college and it’s like the perfect place for her - and she’s with all of her friends! what could be better. her and josie set their differences aside for the most part, and she gets to hang out with her girls in a shared dorm and read and be at the top of class and grow independent!!! i just want to see her live a better life. i miss this show so much. i might read the books but i can’t handle the extra depressing facts that are included in them. we’ll see.
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stargazing-imagines · 8 months
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Run away with me! — Gilbert Blythe x fem!reader
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Description — you and Gilbert are dating, but he asks you to run away with him after finding out that you are to be married to a middle aged man
Warnings — age gap mentioned, bad writing, if there’s anything let me know!
Fandom — Anne with an E
A/n— sorry it’s short, I haven’t written for awae in a while so I may be a little scratchy but I hope you enjoy!
You ran up the stairs towards your room, you just heard the news that your father has arranged you a marriage with a middle aged man in Charlottetown. To you this was horrible news.
You were walking towards Gilbert’s house, you stood on the porch for a second before knocking. When you did Bash answered the door
“Y/n! what brings you by?”
You wipe your cheeks, rubbing your hands together before speaking
“Hi, may I see Gilbert?” You asked, bash looked at you before nodding.
“Of course, want to come in or-“
“No, I really can’t stay long.”
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“Y/n? What’s wrong?”
“It’s horrible, my parents made plans for me to get married to a middle aged man that I don’t even know an-“
“Wait, how old is this man?” Asked Gilbert as he had worry laced in his voice
“45…”
“Y/n! That is twice your age.” Said Gilbert “why would your parents do that? You are old enough to be his daughter.”
“Do you think my father cares?” You asked “no, all he wants is money.”
“Run away with me…” blurted out Gilbert “I’ll get a job in Toronto and we’ll get married at the courthouse-“
“You would do that for me?” You asked as you smiled
“Of course I would, I love you y/n.”
“Well, let’s do it!” You said as you smiled “let’s run away together.”
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iamthejinyouarethejin · 7 months
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why couldn't everything be perfect like before? why couldn't the two of you work things out?
you missed him so much. there was a permanent dent on his side of the bed, the side you refused to tidy or make up, in case he came home.
but why would he come home?
why would he care?
you f'ed up.
bad.
he had no reason to care, to come back, to keep loving you, but he did.
he adored you. he wanted to pick you up in his arms and spin you around a hundred times, telling you how much he loved you and wanted you.
he wanted your skin, he wanted your eyes, he wanted your smile, he wanted your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your ears, your fingers, your legs, your toes, your hips, your thighs. he loved all of you... even the parts you couldn't love about yourself.
in his heart, he knew that there was a chance you would never forgive him, but there was also a chance he was wrong. there was a chance that he'd run to your front door and knock like crazy, praying you'd be home. there was a chance he'd kiss you and apologize and beg for forgiveness and explain everything to you so you could keep loving each other in peace.
in your heart, you knew that there was a chance he'd show up unannounced in the middle of the night. there was a chance you'd let him in and the two of you would express your love for each other in every way possible. there was a chance that he'd kiss you silly, leaving no part of you untouched. and then you would talk. you'd have one of those deep philosophical talks about life and your future. and then the two of you would think at the same time, "i wanna spend the rest of my life with this amazing person."
but that doesn't happen. he doesn't show up at your door. he doesn't apologize or explain. the two of you don't kiss and make up. you both sit in silence, pondering everything, wondering who will make the first move, forever.
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jadehuntressqueen · 1 year
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Sing For Me
Warnings: hospitals, implied death
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Coughs wracked your frail body as you lay on the stiff hospital bed. The monitor beeped pitifully in the background. A comforting thumb rubbed along your hand. You knew that he was more afraid than you. You wouldn’t have to miss anyone when you were gone. He on the other hand would feel your absence in every moment of life.
“You need to rest,” he murmured when your coughing subsided.
A tear trickled down your cheek. “I don’t want you to be alone.”
A wobbling smile crept onto his face. “I’ll be okay, you won’t hurt anymore so I can be okay with it.”
“Sing for me.”
He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. Pulling his chair closer to the side of your bed he began.
“But you’ll never be alone, I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn. Baby, I'm right here,” Your eyes fell shut.
“I'll hold you when things go wrong,” his voice broke, “I'll be with you from dusk till dawn. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn.”
A shallow breath crept past your lips as a tear splashed onto the tiled floor. “Baby, I'm right here.”
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noellawrites · 10 months
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Who do you think Gilbert would go about baby trapping and how he would react to her pregnancy?
ooh i’ve been waiting for someone to ask this !!
while Gilbert is studying to become a doctor and learns exactly how a woman comes to be with child, he experiences a visceral feeling of lust towards her and wants to get her pregnant immediately.
he’ll invite her over to his home without supervision and seduces her, making sure to come as close to her cervix as he can and not to tell her what will happen to her.
when she comes running back to him, confused, the wedding will happen quickly. she will move into Gilbert’s house and prepare for the baby’s arrival as Gilbert studies to become a doctor.
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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years
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omg hi do you still write gilbert blythe x readers? If so i would like to request a makeout scene or 🍒 or maybe both? Both is better
A/N: Okay so our taglist may be out of date so if anyone doesn’t want to be tagged in Anne’s writings and/or smut please send us an ask! (be specific about what you want cause we get confused easily)
Warnings: 18+ and obvisly this is not AWAE’s version of Gilboy -Danny
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Warmth —(Gilbert Blythe xF!Reader)
A tough winter had fallen upon Avonlea that year, the snow would pile against the windows stopping any kind of light to enter anyone’s home, and even if they’d managed to shovel it out of the way, there was no sunlight to reward them for their tough efforts.
However, this weather benefited a few who, in love and with time to spare, needed little excuses to waste their mornings in bed.
Gilbert and you had woken up to a gloomy morning, but instead of letting it ruin your mood, you took it as an excuse to wrap your arms around your lover and nuzzle your face against his chest.
“It’s so cold,” you muttered against him, “let’s stay in bed all day...”
“I have patients, dear...”
“Oh, like anyone would leave their homes just so you could take a look at their runny noses,” you grumbled.
“What if they have an emergency?”
“We just installed the phone,” you retorted stubbornly, “if they need you desperately, they’ll know where to find you.”
“Y/N...”
“Have some pity, Gilbert boy,” you poked his ribs, “your poor wife is begging you to stay and keep her warm. What if you leave her all alone and she ends up with the worst cold of her life?”
Gilbert chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
“Indeed,” you continued. “Did you know there’s an old proverb that goes ‘shoemakers' children go barefoot and doctors' wives die young’?”
“Really?” He frowned. “That’s certainly not what I want for us.”
“And that’s precisely why you’ll stay right here, cuddling your wife until she’s all warm and sleepy again.”
Gilbert tilted your chin up so you would look at him. “I guess I can take one day off.”
You moved closer and kissed him lightly, his hand moved from your chin to the side of your neck and deepened the kiss. A little sigh escaped your lips and your fingers went to his curls, holding onto them, gently at first, and then a bit more desperate.
“I’ve missed you,” you mumbled against him.
“I’m right here,” he replied, frowning a little.
“Today, yes, but you’ve been visiting your patients every day from dusk to dawn,” you moved away and cupped his cheek, “and I’m so proud but... the house feels so lonely when I come back from my errands and you’re not here.”
Gilbert’s eyes softened. “I didn’t know you felt that way, I always thought you were quite... self-sufficient.”
“Oh, I am,” you frowned, “that doesn’t mean I don’t love and long for my husband’s attentions.”
“You long?” He adopted a teasing tone. “Poor thing...” he kissed your forehead, “so abandoned...” then your nose, “with so much love to give...” 
His lips traveled to your neck and left a trail of kisses down your throat, his teeth bore into the curve of your shoulder, causing you to gasp.
“I’ve missed you too...” he whispered against your skin, “my sweet wife...”
“Please...” you whined, keeping his head in place. 
“Yes, dear?” He kissed your shoulder. “What do you need?”
“You... just you.”
“But how do you want me?”
“However you decide, just don’t stop,” you concluded, pulling him back to your lips.
Gilbert quickly got to work, he pushed your camisole up and snuck a hand between your bodies, cupping your center.
“You’re warm,” he lowered his face and breathed in your scent. “Are my hands too cold?”
“N-no,” you shifted in your place to give him better access, “you’re perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he retorted, “so soft...” his hand slowly traveled up and cupped one of your breasts, “so easy to arouse...”
“Gilbert,” you sighed.
“I know,” he cooed, “I’m getting there.”
His lips left your neck and moved down, kissing and sucking the soft skin on your other breast. His digits pinched and massaged your nipple, he switched his attentions from one breast to the other, lightly grinding his hips against yours.
Your hands grasped the edge of his sleeping pants and pushed them down slightly, the light patch of hair at the base of his stomach making you moan at the sight.
Gilbert silently took off his clothes, taking his time so you had a moment to appreciate him properly, then he placed himself between your legs and helped you sit, pulling the camisole completely off your body.
“Look at me,” he asked lowly, you obliged right away, “give me your hand.”
You did. Gilbert took it with one of his and gently guided you to his member. He gave glanced at you to make sure you were okay with this, and you pecked his lips as a response. His free hand went to the back of your head and kept you close to his mouth. Your noses brushed, the room started to feel warm all of a sudden.
Your fingers wrapped around him the way you knew he liked, Gilbert let out a soft groan the moment you started moving. His hand abandoned your wrist and looked for your center, you spread your legs a bit more and he pushed his hand forward, finding your sensitive nub and rubbing against it.
“There we go,” you felt him smiling, “ride my fingers, Y/N.”
He slipped one finger inside you, then two, and after barely a few minutes you had three of his fingers thrusting in and out of you. Your hand squeezed him lightly, thumb circling his tip while your other hand clung to his thigh. 
Your moans were mixing together, your mouths so close you could even imagine each breath he took going through yours.
“I love what you’re doing... but I need you around me,” he spoke, almost begging.
“Do it,” you replied, pulling him so he laid on top of you.
Gilbert took his fingers out and licked them clean without breaking eye contact. He spread your legs open entirely and lined himself with your entrance.
“You’re soaked,” he said in awe, running his tip up and down your folds.
“All for you, Gilbert boy,” you replied charmingly.
He held your hand and kissed your knuckles, then he gently dropped it beside you and held onto your thighs, driving into you firmly. Gilbert moved so now your chests were brushing against each other, your legs wrapped around him, desperate to push him deeper inside you.
“Do that again,” he moaned.
You moved your legs again, but this time your hand went up to his curls and pulled lightly, Gilbert’s face was pure bliss.
“Such a good husband,” you panted, “so good to me...”
“Do you like it when I’m inside you?” He whispered. “Does it feel good?”
“So good, my dear,” you kissed his jaw, “don’t stop...”
Gilbert placed a hand next to your head for leverage and started to move faster, you were moaning non-stop, almost screaming his name. He was getting closer, but he wanted you to finish with him, so he snuck a hand between you and rubbed tight circles around your clit.
“Oh—! Yes! Don’t stop, Gilbert, please...”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he said breathing harshly.
It took him a moment, but eventually, you started to clench around him and he knew it was time. He looked for your lips blindly and drowned your moans as you came, and in exchange, you muffled his low growls and whimpers as he finished inside you.
His thrusts slowed down until he was practically still above you. Your hands ran through his hair lovingly.
“You’re okay?” You asked him quietly.
Gilbert lifted his face, a healthy blush on his cheeks and a youthful shine on his eyes. “I’m more than okay.”
You smiled at him. “Good. Are you happy you stayed?”
“Happy?” He asked in disbelief. Gilbert shifted and started to leave kisses all over your face with each word he said. “You are the most wonderful woman on earth— I love you so much.”
You giggled, stopping his attack by cupping his face and pulling him toward your lips. “I love you too.”
“Are you hungry?”
“No. But I am a bit sleepy.”
The young man carefully moved out of you to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your figure and pulling you closer. “Let’s go back to sleep then. It’s still early.”
“Okay... and Gilbert?”
“Hmm?”
“I meant what I said before. I’m very proud of what you do to help others, so don’t ever feel guilty for doing so. What I said was just so I convinced you to stay today.”
“I know,” he chuckled, “thank you, Y/N.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
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ladybugs12 · 2 years
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My one and true love - Gilbert Blythe x reader
Summary: Someone posts a letter for you in the schools take notice board making Gilbert worry about your fellings towards him.
warnings: a little angst, slight jealousy, established relationship (courting), gossiping, slight talk of cheating
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Gilbert stared at the take notice board once again as his mind raced. You were his girl he thought. Everyone knew that he was courting you after all. Hell, he has been courting you for months. 
As he stood there Billy and his friends walked over.- “Hey Hey it looks like you were not the only one who took an interest in y/n.”- he mocked as the others laughed.- “I am courting y/n, not only taking notice”- Gilbert hissed with clear frustration in his tone.- “And besides they weren't even courageous enough to sign a name to it.”- As Gilbert said that he noticed Billy's smile fall and he cleared his throat- “Well either way you should watch out, someone might steal your girl”- he taunted as he walked away.
      That same morning the girls sat in their corner giggling.- “Who do you think posted to y/n?” Ruby beamed.- “Oh how romantic is this? You have a secret admirer!” Anne cried out. Which got her a nudge from Diana.- “It’s not romantic Anne. y/n is already being courted and it's extremely inappropriate to write such a letter to a taken girl.” Diana affirmed.- Ruby giggled at that.- “Well y/n is not truly taken Diana, Gilbert hasn't proposed and besides the more options the better.”- Rudy offered, making all the girls but Diana giggle.- The idea of a proposal made you blush as you whispered.- “whoa slow down Ruby, it's too early to think about such things. I have a future and college to think about.”- Even with your efforts on keeping the girls quiet Gilbert still heard Ruby’s opinions on the matter. Which brought him more anxiety towards this new suitor of yours.
         After class, he decided to walk you home which got a reaction from your classmates, especially the boys. The first half of the walk was silent. You both had a lot on your mind and you weren't sure what to say if there even was anything to be said at all.- “I..”- You both said, causing laughter to rupture from both of you.- “You go first”- you advised as he stop walking, making you stop as well.- “Y/n have you been hiding something from me?”- He asked- “What?” you breathed- “I…you..it’s just that I have been courting you for months.”- He started holding your hands.- “And I don't understand why anyone would…unless you have--.”- he said but not before you interrupted him.- “Oh my Gilbert, how could you think such a thing?” you cried.- “You are the only person I love Gilbert Blythe.” You claimed with a hand to his cheek.- With a smile, he said “I love you too dear y/n... I just worry you will find a better suitor”- “that I am not enough”  he blubbered with a frown.- “Gilbert you are more than enough, you are everything I have ever wanted in a suitor and more. Stop giving mind to who has taken notice of me, and remember I complied with your advances.” you consoled, squeezing his hand. He smiled at that, leaning closer and giving you a soft kiss in which you complied.
      After bringing you home he stopped by your front door.- “ I suppose I should post one of our letters to the board, just so everyone is sure of who you have chosen.” Gilbert teased with a smirk.- “Gilbert Blythe you shall not!”- You exclaimed as he laughed.- “Have a goodnight my dear y/n.” he smiled while kissing your hand.- “I will walk you to school tomorrow, wait for me!” he yelled as he walked away.- “I will” you yelled back with a wave and a smile.
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luvrblythe · 2 years
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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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