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.
"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.
