idk how i went so long without noticing you write for awae 😭 could i request a 🍋🟩 (or a blurb if you feel - whichever is fine!) with gilbert where he just gives fem!reader little gifts all the time? maybe they’re dating or he just has feelings for her & that’s how he expresses it or something bc i think it would be adorable :(
patience | gilbert blythe
gilbert blythe x fem!reader.
help this is the first time i’ve written gilbert. that's probably why though because no one ever requests it so I've never written for awae lol also it's 700 words and i hope i like it x
gilbert blythe was rather a quiet lover. though full of confidence and not afraid to go after what he wanted, his confidence was calm, collected and reserved. he wasn’t boisterous nor obnoxious. he was still.
gilbert had always been told that opposites attract; but now that he had found y/n, he was firm in his belief that this was not always the case. he believed himself and y/n much alike. she was the ocean on a summer morning when there was nothing but a light breeze, she was the whisper between the trees that reminded you there was always something more.
a few months ago y/n noticed a small book on her porch. it was empty, but for an inscription on the inside reading ‘for all of your thoughts.’
gilbert had always listened to her.
and again, a few weeks ago, gilbert and y/n had taken a walk past their old school. there were many memories trapped within those walls, some of which they hoped would remain there, and others they wished could stay forever. in those days, gilbert was perhaps less understanding, more naïve than he cared to admit, even now.
gilbert had decided to stay in avonlea after his adventures at sea. to stay with bash and his new wife, mary. this is something of which y/n admired. his proud strength and selflessness. the strong bonds of which he nurtured.
and after their reflective walk together, y/n found something tucked away in her bag. it was shakespeare’s sonnets.
gilbert knew how much she adored his sonnets.
in between these gifts were small notes, pretty stones, flowers, dried petals and and baked goods. mary had been teaching gilbert to cook and bake, at his request, as she had informed y/n.
gilbert simply knew how to read y/n, how to treat her and how to please her. to him, y/n was a book in which only he could understand the message. and more recently, he felt himself ready to relay to her this understanding, which only fostered the desire he had for her since they were merely children.
and now, gilbert smiled, beamed even, as he handed y/n a gift wrapped in paper with a string bow keeping it all fixed together.
“you knew it was me, did you not?” asked gilbert as y/n took the object, referring to the gifts y/n had been "mysteriously" receiving over the past months.
“of course i knew.”
y/n unwound the string with care, pulling the paper folds back delicately so as not to break or rip anything that could be inside. and what a treasure lay within.
y/n gasped. “gilbert! you should not have spent this sort of money on me.”
“any money i could have spent on you would have been worth it. but this didn’t cost me a dime,” laughed gilbert. “i made it myself.”
y/n looked down again at the beloved gift. it looked expensive, it looked expertly designed, in her eyes. in her hand she held sea shells that hung from a small wooden beam, shimmering down three lengths of string. in the light breeze, the shells tickled against one another creating a soft, vibrant sound. it was familiar somehow, though she’d never heard shells make that sort of noise before.
“you made this?” asked y/n in disbelief. disbelief at a talent she had not known gilbert to possess and disbelief that he should take the time to make her something so beautiful, so ethereal.
“i had help on my first two or three, but that one i did all by myself,” hummed gilbert proudly.
“it’s marvellous, i can’t believe you would do this for me,” y/n laughed in astonishment, for she did not know how else to show her appreciation.
“y/n, i would take the time to do anything for you. i have always loved you, y/n. you know that, do you not?”
y/n shook her head. she had known, of course she had. but she waited. after his father passed away and the deep urge he felt to leave his home in order to find his way through, y/n waited for gilbert to come back to her. she waited until he was ready. and now here he was, spilling over the edges as he finally told her what she had wanted to hear for so long.
part one linked here - but it isn’t necessary to understand this part <3
synopsis: your parents allow Gilbert to court you, and he has an idea about exactly the wife you should be, but he can’t wait until the wedding.
warnings: arranged/forced marriage & dub/noncon (brief). Gilbert & reader are 18+
requested by: @xxoverthinkerxx @kakamixo
As the cool autumn turned into a biting winter, you remained steadfast in your avoidance of Gilbert Blythe.
Your mother was so happy to hear of your “budding friendship” and readily encouraged it, but you hadn’t told her about the forceful kiss.
Gilbert was attending Queen’s College, returning to Avonlea whenever he could. Bash and Delphine remained in Gilbert’s house, tending to the property in his absence.
You, on the other hand, were studying with Avonlea’s new schoolteacher and helping her teach classes to the younger children. Since you had turned eighteen, your parents made you focus less on schoolwork and more on finding a husband.
Your mother’s recent attempt had been with Billy Andrews, who had brutally mocked you in school. His opinion of you didn’t seem to change, laughing as he took in the sight of your dilapidated house and sad, desperate parents.
However, your mom had announced that a special guest would be coming over for dinner this weekend. She took away your schoolbooks and made you focus on your recipes, bound to show this new suitor that you could be a useful wife.
“If this young man doesn’t want you, I think we’ll have to search through the widowers in town. I hear both Mr. Croft and Mr. Franks are looking for young wives,” your father points out as you set the table for dinner.
“Oh gross, dad. I’m not marrying some old man!” you exclaim.
“You will have to, if Gilbert Blythe refuses to marry you,” your mother snaps.
“G-Gilbert?” you squeak, a shiver of fear running down your spine. You still hadn’t fully forgotten the forceful kiss from early that spring.
“Yes. Gilbert has generously offered to court you, and we have accepted. As you know, we had to sell your dowry to keep our land, (y/n). And it’s not like any suitors are knocking down doors to be with you,” your father points out.
“I-I can pause my studies! I can go into Charlottetown and—“ your voice is cut off by a knock at the front door, and you know exactly who it is.
“Oh, lovely! He’s here already,” your mother smiles, clapping her hands.
You reach your hand towards the knob shakily, ready to greet Gilbert against your will.
“Hello, (y/n). You are looking quite beautiful today,” he smiles, bowing to you and kissing your hand softly.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you again! Come in, come in,” your mother beckons.
You feel like you’re floating outside your body through the entire dinner, nodding and smiling when anyone looks over at you.
Gilbert is seated next to you, of course, with your parents on the opposite side. Neither of them see when Gilbert places his palm on the top of your thigh. Nothing changed, and he carries on his discussion with your dad about farmland and the possibility of Gilbert buying your family’s farm.
“Our children will have lots of land to play on,” Gilbert says, turning to face you with a smile.
“O-oh— I don’t know if I want children, Gilbert,” you say quietly
“Honey! Take that back,” your mother hisses, her eyes flying wide open.
Gilbert frowns, grip tightening on your thigh. “Once we marry, you won’t have much of a choice.”
You force out a cruel laugh. “Once we marry? That’s if I even want to marry you.”
“Please stop making this worse for yourself, honey,” your mother begs. She still remembers her own lack of choices when her parents chose your father as her match.
“We have already accepted Gilbert’s offer for your hand, the deed is done,” your dad says harshly.
“What? And you’re just telling me this now?”
“Once I finish university, I want to raise our big family in my home and work as Avonlea’s doctor,” Gilbert explains, standing up from the table and resting his hand on your shoulder.
“The wedding is a month from today,” your mom tells you. You’re still in shock, processing the fact that a man you hardly knew, only from school, was to be your eternal husband.
“This is not fair,” you snap, and run up the stairs to your bedroom. You fall against your quilt, tears soaking the fabric as you realize your fate. Just another miserable woman chained to Avonlea, forced to be a mother and caregiver.
You don’t even hear the footsteps ascending the stairs and approaching your room. You are fully surprised when your door opens and Gilbert is on the other side, arms crossed over his chest, looking very angry.
“Your parents assured me that I would be receiving an obedient wife,” Gilbert hisses through clenched teeth.
You look up, turning your head to the man standing angrily at your door. “Are you serious? You expect me to be an obedient wife to you when I barely even know you?”
“You know me well enough, aren’t we friends?”
You blink, processing Gilbert’s words. You did know him, or you thought you did.
“I suppose you’re a better option than Billy Andrews,” you sit up, cracking a smile.
“That’s the spirit,” Gilbert smirks, sitting down on your bed next to you.
“But… your parents expect certain things from us,” Gilbert continues, “and I’ll need you to take care of the children and house while I finish my studies.”
“What about the land?” you ask, biting your lip.
“Bash takes care of the land and maintenance, but you will be responsible for Delphine while he works,” Gilbert explains.
“That— that isn’t too bad, I suppose. And I can visit you when you’re in school?”
“What, now you want to visit me?” Gilbert jokes, nudging you.
“I mean, if you’re my husband, then yes,” you nod.
“It’s settled then,” Gilbert says.
You still weren’t completely sold on the idea of marrying Gilbert, but you didn’t mind being courted by him for now. And if it meant your parents would stop pressuring you, you were all for it.
Gilbert reaches for your hand, taking it in his and moving closer to you.
You feel like you blinked and all of a sudden, your new fiancée was laying beside you on the bed. And when he leaned over to kiss you, all you could do was let him.
You were acutely aware that you belonged to him now, in every moment. His, as his hand inched down to the hem of your dress. His, as he slid it over your head and kissed down your soft stomach.
—
The month passed you by in a flurry of activity. Suddenly, it was your wedding day to Gilbert and you still didn’t feel ready, still didn’t want to give your life away.
Your trunk had already been moved to Gilbert’s home, sheets stripped from your bed and room lait bare in front of you.
“Honey? Why are you up here, it’s almost time. All the guests are outside,” your mom hums, standing in the doorway.
You turn to her slowly, and she sees the tears trailing down your cheeks.
“Momma— I don’t wanna do this,” you whisper.
“It’s too late,” she hisses, taking a step closer.
“Mom, it’s not. I could always—“
“Gilbert told me what you did, what happened the day you agreed to marry him. When we left you two alone on this very room,” she snaps, “I didn’t think I raised a temptress. But you sealed your fate.”
You had almost forgotten by now, but not quite. The unceremonious occasion when Gilbert took your virginity and claimed you as his, right on your childhood bed.
You gulp and nod. You had no choices left, only to commit to Gilbert fully. It was your only hope for a good life and future.
—
“I’m proud of you,” Gilbert whispers. It is nighttime, your first night in your new home.
“You told my parents that you—“
“That we,” he corrects. You nod. A husband is always right.
“Gilbert, I’ve grown ill,” you confess, and your husband moves closer to you under the blankets. His eyes light up.
“Do you think—?” he asks, excited at the prospect that his seed might’ve already taken.
“I do,” you squeak, “and I have not bled, either.”
“This is amazing news!” he blurts out, wrapping his arms around you. It is supposed to be a hug, but it only feels like a trap.
“Our children will be so intelligent, like me. Obedient like you, of course. And so cute, like you, my wife,” he sighs, stroking your cheek.
As he looks into your eyes, you see a mixture of lust and power in them. Gilbert has you, you belong to him now. His perfect life is in his clutches.
—summary : An unfortunate accident has you inevitably stuck with Gilbert Blythe—which your father had absolutely no hand in.
—content : sfw, fluff, mutual pining, poetic gushing of reader completely lost in her mirage of defenseless affliction for Gilbert
—word count : 2k
Dark stains ranging from light grey to smokey black smeared all over the townspeople's crestfallen faces, a residue of the fire accident that had taken place at the Gillis' family home.
The remnants of the fire took over their house walls. If it weren't for Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, the Gillis' residence would've been left with nothing but ashes. The house structure and foundation were still intact. Its durability remained a wonder, however.
It was fortunate that no one was injured from the catastrophe. The only casualty was the concrete house itself which had layers of ashen smudges creeping up its scorched walls.
When the fire had been vanquished, the people went to the patriarch and matriarch of the Gillis' to share their concerns and somehow alleviate their distress over temporarily losing their home and refuge. Small talk, yet still laced with sincerity.
Avonlea was a small town with a limited number of residents occupying it. They may be awfully spiteful sometimes, especially when it comes to those who take pleasure in gossip, but they sure are compassionate and genuine, if not every one.
Your father made his way to approach Gilbert Blythe. ❝Gilbert, good lad. Might I trouble you for a favor?❞ His tone was inquisitive, yet the vague certainty and subdued confidence in his eyes did not go unnoticed by the younger male.
❝Of course, sir. May I ask what it's about?❞
❝Could you possibly escort my Y/n home? It seems that my daughter is set on offering comfort to her dear friend.❞ The facial expression he conveyed seemed to be dejected and hopeless. As hard as he tried to play it out, Gilbert could see through your father—at some point.
He did not want to interject, though. Nor dare to confront him about it. Gilbert did not seem too keen to expose him, instead he appreciated your father's not-so-well-hidden intentions to play match-maker.
Mr. L/n had his fingers on his temples with his brows slightly furrowed, no doubt expressing helplessness. ❝It's just that I promised my wife I would be back as soon as possible after things here have settled down...❞ He then laughs slightly, thinking back on what had happened before his departure towards the site of the regretful incident. ❝We almost couldn't leave the house when M/n became too panicked and worried for our safety, you see.❞
Your father shoots him a careful and hopeful look. His spirits seemed to be more lifted and assured when Gilbert nodded with a smile. ❝I'd be happy to walk Y/n home, sir.❞
❝Thank you, Gilbert. My wife and I appreciate it. I'll be off now then, good night.❞ He did not even wait for a reply from the younger male.
Gilbert watched the older man walking towards the path leading to his home—well, in long strides with graceful haste more like.
His gaze then falls over you. You appeared to be the image of serene and composed, yet the strands of your h/c curls frame your face with an ethereal unruliness in them, given the accident that occured at the Gillis' family house. Who would still look presentable after that? The people who stayed home, obviously. Everyone who wanted to help scurried over to offer their aid as soon as the news reached them. Including you and your father.
While your father took the buckets back with him, you were only carrying a cozy shawl sprawled over your shoulders to warm you up from the biting cold of the night.
You and the girls were formed in a small group. With a look of compassion and gentleness in your expression, you shared a conversation directed to Ruby as the recipient of your good intent. ❝I would be delighted to accommodate you and your family to our humble residence, Ruby…❞ You started with a soft smile, in a genuine benign manner towards your dear classmate.
Ruby was hell-bent on refusing to stay with Anne and wanted to be with you and even considered staying with Diana. She had a conflicted facial expression etched on her face with her brows furrowed. Her mouth opens in an attempt to refute.
But then, you spoke again with the same tenderness. ❝But I think you should accept Anne's offer and spend some time to get to know her better. It could do you good, the both of you.❞ The calm temperament you reasoned with seemed to be taking effect since you've made your serenity contagious to Ruby.
Diana was quick to put in more words for Ruby to agree, knowing where you were going with this. It would be beneficial for not only Anne and Ruby, but also to your other classmates who always seem to misunderstand Anne. Maybe spending time with Anne would change the perception of the girl into a more positive note if they get to know each other better and resolve past ill sentiments that Ruby once had for Anne.
❝Y/n is completely right, Ruby. I've always had fun whenever I am with Anne. Please give her a chance as I have?❞ Diana casts a careful and cautious look over her sandy-blonde friend.
Eventually, Ruby nods her head—albeit hesitantly.
Diana wraps her arms around Anne as she bids her farewell. ❝I'll visit soon, all right?❞ Your brunette friend leaves the three of you with a wave of her hand and follows after her father who waited for his daughter by the tree.
Speaking of fathers, you don't seem to locate yours as you scanned around the area. At all.
Gilbert's tall stature does come to your line of sight, though.
You gulped lightly, as you seemed to struggle looking away from him. You forced yourself to focus your attention back to your friend. Pulling yourself together, you smile softly at her. ❝It's all right, Ruby. You're in good hands.❞ Being the good friend that you are, you tried to comfort her with the dulcet rubbing of your hand against her wool-clad arms. When her expression relaxes, only then did you talk again.
❝I shall take my leave now. I'll see you two tomorrow, yes?❞ Your eyes trained to Anne then to Ruby's.
Anne was more enthusiastic than Ruby to reply—which you can understand because Ruby had just lost her home and would be spending time with a girl she did not exactly want to associate herself with given what the others negatively perceived of Anne.
Before you knew it, someone fell into step with you. Looking up to your side, you came face to face with the one and only Gilbert Blythe. Your brows slightly shot up, surprised at the sight of him when his house was the other way around.
❝Gilbert, I—wha...❞
❝Your father requested that I accompany you.❞ He explains, appearing completely unbothered by the reason at all. If anything, he seemed relaxed. Delighted, maybe?
And then there was this slightly upturned smile playing on his lips that sent your mind in a frenzy as he looked at you with a certain intent—something that you couldn't quite decipher.
Quickly composing yourself, you replied with a steady voice. ❝I'm sorry to trouble you then, Gilbert. Father can be quite the worrywart when it comes to his only daughter. ❞
❝It's no trouble at all, Y/n. It's my pleasure to take you home. ❞ He grins so easily at you that his stare becomes quite difficult for you to maintain.
You stayed silent after that, simply looking ahead of you—trying to ignore the racing of your heart at his words. Maybe you were overthinking it. But the way he composed the structure of his words were ambiguous, you couldn't help it.
There were endless words to choose from. Like: walk you home. But, no. He just had to choose ❝take you home❞ did he? His implications were vague if he was actually referring to your house or—
Yeah, you were overthinking things.
It might not be as complex as you imagined.
It would only be a few hours until dawn arrives. So much for sleep. You were sure that your friends—who actually cared about Ruby sacrificed their sleep just to be with her earlier and lend a helping hand to her family.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when the sudden gush of cold wind passed, causing you to slightly shiver. You tightened your shawl around you. No doubt, even your fingers were icy cold.
Just then, you felt something heavy set upon your shoulders. Startled, your fingers came into contact with something warm—which you noticed were actually Gilbert's knuckles as you clutched the plaid material he draped over your shoulders.
Your eyes captured his ever mesmerizing, enigmatic, warm chestnut brown hazel eyes, softened with genuine concern. You weren't even aware you had both come to a standstill.
You cleared your throat slightly before you looked away, continuing to tread back home. With him.
When you glanced back at him, his eyes were sparkling in bliss with the corners of his mouth pulled up into a disarmingly boyish grin that had you utterly captivated.
You did not even realize you mirrored his smile with a shyer one. But you were far too late to be self-aware. Gilbert had already seen it. You could have playfully shoved him with the way you saw his smile widening teasingly. Instead, you scoff softly—in sheer amusement at the situation with a smile gracing your lips.
Finally you reached the plinth of your home. You paused, contemplating—not knowing what to do exactly.
Biting your lower lip lightly, you divert your attention from the door, turning around to face him. He has a calm and relaxed expression on, his body language was at ease as he returned your gaze with a hint of a smile playing at his lips.
❝Good night, Gilbert.❞
His mouth parted, stretching to a full-on winsome grin. ❝Definitely.❞
Your eyebrows slightly twitched at the cryptic implication of his reply. You felt yourself purse your lips together, feeling a warmth swarm up your face.
He took a few steps backward with his body still lingered towards your direction. ❝See you later.❞ When he saw you smile softly, he waves at you.
He stood there still. As if waiting for you to make your way inside the house first before he could set his mind at ease and depart.
Giving him a peace of mind, you crossed the threshold and closed the door with a soft click. His face was the last thing you saw before it completely shut.
Oh, yes. It would definitely be a good night. You thought with a smile creeping up your lips as you made your way upstairs to your boudoir.
This interaction of yours with Gilbert barely even consisted beyond that of at least fifty words. Yet he had you on a chokehold, didn't he?
Those infuriatingly expressive, enchantingly mysterious, earth-shatteringly gorgeous empyrean hazel eyes. And that dangerously mind-blowing coy curl of the lips, and knee-numbing honeyed words were all to blame. How can someone deserve such power assigned so carelessly to a single being—destined to wield it without even being self-aware of his complete leverage over you?
Good God, you may be forsaken for all eternity for as long as Gilbert Blythe lives.
Maybe this was why Ruby was utterly infatuated with him for a long time. His charm was disarming. With no hope of breaking free from his reigns he so blissfully unaware he brought upon you.
You were not immune.
A/N : this was supposed to be a blurb, but as you can see I may have gotten carried away-- Also, I am aware that the setting for this scene was during early morning, however I just felt that night time would have been more fitting for this
Decided to rewrite one of my Gilbert Blythe imagines from like 5 years ago bc it was shit. I totally got carried away here but this follows the same story as the original, it’s just better written and more detailed.
Gilbert Blythe x reader
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Falling in love with Gilbert Blythe was not something you had planned.
Gilbert was your best friend. He had been from the moment you collided directly into him after fleeing from your frightening aunt when you were both merely children. Gilbert was waiting outside the post office for his father when you ran into him, smacking your head off his with such force that you both ended up with bleeding noses. Your aunt caught up with you and tugged you away, tutting at your clumsy and disobedient behaviour and muttering that you had ruined your dress. Gilbert had watched you leave in disbelief, clutching his nose and smiling slightly to himself. You later turned up at his house with a bunch of crumpled daisies in your small fist and an apology on your lips, and from that day a friendship blossomed.
Gilbert was kind, gentle, and charming in ways the other boys at school were not. He was thoughtful in his subtle and quiet actions that typically went unnoticed by everyone but you. He would accompany you on your journey to school. He would defend your honour when Billy Andrew’s decided to pick on you and your friends. He gave you space when your mother passed away and comfort when you were finally ready for it. He helped your father on the farm during harsh and unforgivable winters. He taught your younger sister to read and your younger brother to fish.
You hadn’t meant to fall for Gilbert, but as the years passed and you both started to flourish from sweet children into headstrong young adults, you found your feelings of friendship blossoming into something deeper and more tender. You kept your feelings to yourself though, in fear that it would cause you great embarrassment and ruin your friendship if he did not feel the same way.
When Gilbert’s father passed away, everything changed. He became quiet and reserved - a shell of his former self. You would often find him staring blankly in silence and picking at his nails. You tried to comfort him; you sat with him, in his now empty house, holding him in your arms as he cried until his voice was hoarse and his eyes were swollen. You brought him bread and cakes that you had carefully crafted and soup that you had spent hours preparing. You told him of the rumours at school about Mr Philips and Prissy Andrews, you had hoped it would make him curious to hear more. It didn’t. Nothing you said or did could fix the emptiness inside him.
He came to you one evening, his face twisted with despair and tiredness; he told you he was leaving. You knew of course, you had heard through Mrs Lynde that Gilbert was seen buying a train ticket to Charlottetown. You listened anyway whilst he told you of his plans to find work upon a steamship. You cried when he told you he would miss you, you smiled when he said he would write often.
When the time came for him to leave, you accompanied him to the train station, clutching his arm whilst holding back delicate tears. You said your goodbyes and gave him a gentle kiss to his cheek and in return he smiled softly at you and squeezed your hand. When he turned to board the train, a selfish and reckless part of you wanted to beg him to stay, to tell him that you loved him and needed him with you. You kept your composure though and watched him leave with a sad smile and a small wave.
The months that followed Gilbert’s departure were long and empty, you had lost your best friend after all. When spring arrived in Avonlea, you distracted yourself by throwing yourself into schoolwork, helping your father tend to the farm and helping to raise your siblings. Spring slowly bled into summer and you became closer with Anne, Diana and Ruby and gradually became accustomed to life without Gilbert by your side. He kept his word and wrote often to you about his adventures and the different parts of the world he had visited. You wrote back eagerly, informing him of your friends, town gossip, and your recent interest in painting. He asked that you send him some of your paintings and so you picked two of your very best pieces and posted them to him, thrilled that he still cared for you. As summer faded into autumn, Gilbert’s letters became less frequent until you stopped receiving them completely, you assumed he was very busy with his work and so you still wrote to him, telling him you missed him dearly and asking when he would return.
A new school year began and you slowly came to accept that Gilbert may never return, it hurt you deeply to have lost someone you loved and cherished but you understood his reasons for staying away from Avonlea; it reminded him too much of what he had lost. Still, you did not understand why he had stopped replying to your letters, you wondered if perhaps they had been lost in transport or perhaps he had simply gotten bored with you and your silly paintings.
You were sitting outside of school one afternoon with Anne and Diana, all of you enjoying your lunch in the warm September sun, when you hear a commotion from inside the classroom. Suddenly, Ruby bursts out of the school and sprints towards you, an uneaten apple clutched in her hand, “Gilbert has returned!” She states breathlessly before running back into the school.
You stand slowly and make your way towards the school entrance, you peek your head inside and just like Ruby had said, Gilbert was there surrounded by your classmates. He looks older than the last time you saw him, his boyish features have faded away and his face has become sharper. He looks taller, more tanned and his hands look rough and worn from work. Your stomach clenches, Gilbert had returned and not informed you. He was supposed to be your best friend and he had not written a letter to tell you he was returning nor had he paid your house a visit after he had arrived home.
Diana and Anne come to stand by you, Diana takes one look at your confused expression and asks, “Did he not inform you he was returning?”
You shake your head softly, “He hasn’t sent me a letter in weeks.”
You swallow thickly and enter the school carefully with Anne and Diana following closely behind you. Your movements catch the attention of your classmates and they all cease questioning Gilbert upon sight of you. Gilbert turns towards you and his eyes find yours. You smile gently, pleased to see him although confused as to why he did not tell you he was returning. Perhaps he meant to surprise you? His eyes leave yours and instead they find Anne who stands rigidly beside you. A grin spreads across his face and you frown in bewilderment. Why was he looking at Anne like that?
The bell rings to signal the end of lunch and Mr Philips enters the classroom sternly causing everyone to scramble to their seats. You stand rooted to the spot, still watching Gilbert stare at Anne. Diana gently grabs the sleeve of your dress and tugs you to your seat next to hers. Once you both sit down, Diana leans towards you and whispers, “Anne told me they had been writing to eachother over the past few weeks, she said they had become pen pals.”
“Pen pals?” You echo.
Diana nods, “Yes, she told me not to tell you.”
So that’s why Gilbert had stopped responding to your letters. He had found someone smarter and wittier to write to. You look over at Gilbert who was talking animatedly to Mr Philips at his desk and then you look at Anne who was avoiding your gaze. You could not believe she would keep something like that from you, she was supposed to be your friend. And Gilbert, you could not believe him either, he had stopped responding to your letters, he had found someone else to write to and then when you finally see him again, he stares and smiles at somebody else!
You sit stiffly in your chair for the remainder of the day, not caring to listen to Mr Phillips and ignoring the worried glances Diana throws at you. When the bell rings to signal the end of the school day, you shoot up from you chair, gather your things and rush out of the classroom. A shout of your name stops you in your tracks. Gilbert walks towards you slowly and stops in front of you. You think he is coming to explain himself, however you are wrong. “Moody and Charlie are throwing me a welcome home party.” He states casually. “You should come.”
You gape at him, had he truly no idea he had hurt your feelings? Before you can answer him, Diana sidles up to you and smiles at Gilbert. “We’ll definitely be there. Both of us.” She confirms.
Gilbert throws you a grin, “Great, see you both there!” He is gone before you can blink.
“Why would you do that!” You ask Diana incredulously. You did not want to attend Gilbert’s welcome home party. Especially since he had barely acknowledged you since his return.
Diana links your arm with hers and begins to lead you away from the school, “The party will give you the perfect opportunity to talk to Gilbert properly. You’ll be able to get an explanation from him.”
You scoff, “I don’t want an explanation from him, he has hurt me. We’re supposed to be best friends and yet he’s treated me as if I mean nothing to him.”
Diana became one of your closest friends after Gilbert left town. She would invite you to her house for tea and cake and you began walking to school together. You told her of your feelings for Gilbert one drizzly afternoon in February as she sat on your bedroom floor whilst you braided her hair. She listened while you spoke and promised not to tell anyone, not even Anne or Ruby who you were both friends with.
“I’m not going to the party Diana.” You say with finality.
Somehow, you end up at the party.
Diana had enlisted Ruby to help convince you to attend. It took a huge amount of persuading from them both, but you finally gave in to keep them both happy. It will be fun, they had both said.
The party was being held at Moody Spurgeon’s house as his mother and father were out of town for the evening. When you arrive with your friends, you immediately notice that everyone from your class was there. Josie Pye had created a small circle with some of your classmates and was orchestrating a game of spin the bottle. Billy Andrews was telling crude jokes to anyone who would listen. Charlie Sloan was parading around the room with a large bottle of sherry in his hands. You scrunch your nose up distastefully and turn to your friends, “Who’s great idea was this?”
Diana laughs and drags both you and Ruby to a large chair in the corner of the room. Charlie approaches you all with the sherry and three glasses, “Care for a drink ladies?”
You all nod cautiously and accept the drinks from him. You take a tentative sip of your sherry; it was sweet and syrupy and reminded you of the medicine your mother gave you when you were little.
You observe the room and your eyes catch Gilbert sat on a bench with Anne by his side. You watch as he whispers something in Anne's ear, something that causes a light flush to spread across her face. You grit your teeth and pull your gaze away from them.
Diana gasps quietly beside you and your eyes find Gilbert and Anne again. Your heart clenches painfully when you see the sight in front of you. Gilbert has his lips pressed to Anne's, his hand cups her cheek, whilst hers rests gently on his chest.
You think you may be sick.
You stand abruptly and mumble a quick goodbye to Ruby and Diana and rush out of Moody’s house.
You run home, leaving behind your friends, your classmates and Gilbert Blythe, the boy you had once called your best friend and the boy you loved dearly.
Imagine: Reopen the gossip board, but you don't care because you're dating the guy of your dreams.
The reopening of the gossip board at the small Avonlea school had all the girls worried because their crushes hadn't yet declared their love. Anne tried to convince Gilbert to declare his love for little Ruby, but he only had eyes for you, something he showed you later on the walk home.
"I was surprised to see how you were able to keep your mouth shut while your friend convinced me to propose to another girl. I think I should write about you on that damn notice board and they'd leave me alone."
"It's not your style to write in those places, Mr. Blythe."
"True, miss, but you want to go public with our relationship. It'll be good to keep Billy away from you."
tags: wholesome fluff, gardener jerry, rich girl x poor boy, mentions of eloping together, reader has multiple suitors
jerry had been working for your family for a while, looking after the flowers in the garden and doing some work on the fields
your family was rich and stuck up, always looking down on the boy. but you always admired and envied jerry, for the freedom he had
you knew you'd eventually be married off to a man you didn't love, while jerry could pick his partner freely. yet what you didn't know at that time was that the girl jerry wanted was you!
you always watched him when he worked in the garden, while jerry watched you when you were reading a book outside by the flowers. the garden was the only place the two of you ever met and got any alone time
your relationship started with some small talk, about the flowers blooming near you and the books you liked to read. but quickly, you realized how much the two of you had in common!
you began to seek each other out at any opportunity. you helped jerry with the flowers and lent him your books. soon, feelings began to blossom between the two of you!
you had your first kiss near the roses in the garden, your faces hidden behind a book, as jerry stole your first kiss. ever since then, that spot became the place you'd meet and spend time at
you always had to be careful that your parents, nor any of the other people working at the mansion didn't spot you two! if anyone saw you two, you'd be in grave trouble!
sometimes, when your parents were out of town or away for an evening, you'd sneak jerry into the mansion, showing him the book shelves in your room and treating him to all the best food he never ate before!
those moments always felt so domestic and precious. almost as if, even for just a moment, you got to be a normal couple
jerry always listened to you vent about the men your parents introduced you to and the two of you came up with plans on how to get rid of them, so you wouldn't have to marry any of those suitors
for now, those plans always worked. and while nobody said it out loud, both of you were worried that eventually, you'd be forced to marry one of those men!
but even then, jerry swore to run away with you, before that could ever happen! he started saving up some money and even if you had to live in poverty, at least the two of you could stay together!
GIAAA OH MY GOD!!! First of all— CONGRATULATIONS HONEY!! 1K FOLLOWERS 🥹🥹 YOU DESERVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM AND SO MUCH MORE LOVIE!! I am so happy for you!! 💞💞🤭🤭
Second of all— I saw your celebration post and decided to send a request! No pressure, feel free to ignore if too much 🫶🏻
I recently watch Anne with an E and I am obsessed with Gilbert Blythe! I had to request for him!!
“Gilbert Blythe” with “Bicycle” 🤭🫶🏻 I would love to read about him and the reader going on a ride and everything, so cute 😤👌🏻
anyways, love you!! 🥹💞
xoxo, della 🧸
eee della thank you so much!! <3 and i am so glad u enjoyed awae gilbert is one of my top fictional crushes he is the man ever!!! and this was such a gorg request i was giggling while writing hehe - lots of love to u!! xox
my 1k celebration
[ BICYCLE ]: the sender and receiver mount their bikes and head off to cycle in the countryside together.
obviously being in canada the views are gorgeous
and being in such a gossipy town like avonlea you both hated going on dates in town
so going on a bike ride together seemed like an absolute no brainer
the day would be perfect, midsummer where the sky was clear
you'd take a quiet path, going through fields filled with flowers and forests where light filtered through the leaves above you
gilbert would love to hear you ramble about whatever book you'd last read or conversations you'd had with the girls at school as you cycled
you'd challenge him to a race on a long straight stretch (of course he'd let you win)
and he'd obviously accept a kiss as a consolation prize
you would try to show off to him, taking your hands off the handlebars or riding in circles
and if you fell off and scraped your knee at least you had your favourite doctor with you
gilbert would first and foremost make sure you're okay, cleaning the wound, putting a cute bandaid on the cut and kissing it better
after your injury gilbert would suggest maybe taking some time off of the bikes
for a picnic!!
you drop your bikes and plant yourselves in a clearing, enjoying the treats you'd brought from home
eventually, when the sun starts setting and you know your parents would expect you home, you get back on your bikes, both in awe of the beautiful colours of the sky as it turned to dusk
gilbert would drop you home like a gentleman, and as he got back on his bicycle to take the path back to his house you would race back out your gate, pressing a quick kiss to his lips
both of you would be absolute blushy messes afterwards, shyly waving goodbye as he cycled off
