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.
