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crvptidgf · 10 months

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Doctor Blythe

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

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A/N: thank you to the anon who requested this! sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it

warnings/notes: slightly suggestive content?characters are both 18+

requested: yes

summary: you get injured and go to gilbert for help. however, in order to properly tend to your wounds, the top half of your clothes needs to be removed.

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Your ribs burned and ground against each other as you groaned, standing up as slowly as you could.

You couldn’t even remember how it happened, but all you know is that you fell stomach first onto the ground after attempting to get something out of a tree.

Was it a cat? A piece of fruit? God knows, but all you could think of now was the sting that was quickly spreading throughout your entire torso.

Your breathing shallow and painful, you pulled yourself up fully and stood up straight - or as straight as you could with the pain that was searing through you. Not only that, but the wind had been knocked out of you and you were struggling to breathe.

Looking down at your previously white shirt, you saw a tear near your ribs and a violently crimson colour seeping through the cotton.

Immediately your mind went to Gilbert. After all, he was a doctor in training, and he was close-by.

He’d know what to do - he always did.

Trudging your legs along as fast as you could, you made your way through the forest, cracking and breaking several twigs on your way out. You hoped you wouldn’t get an infection from whatever you scratched yourself off of, but you’d be in good hands once you reached Gilbert’s home.

After a hellish trek to the Blythe residence, you were finally there.

Standing in front of the chestnut-brown door, you felt sort of silly. What if he was busy? Were you interrupting his peace by walking in, all bloodied and probably bruised?

It was too late to turn back however, as he opened the door, a small smile already plastered on his face.

Gilbert’s eyes immediately dropped your hand clutching at your ribs, and his face fell.

“Oh God! What happened?” he all but dragged you into the house.

“I fell,” you stated bluntly.

He held you as gently as he could as he lead you to his room, setting you down in a sitting position on the bed before disappearing into the kitchen.

“How long have you been bleeding?” he yelled from his location.

Your head throbbed as you tried to think of when this occurred. Honestly, your head was a bit of a fuzzy mess at the moment and whether it was from the blood loss or being in the vicinity of Gilbert, you didn’t know.

“Uh- I-“ you tried to get your words out but with every breath you took, your ribs felt like they were separating from each other.

Appearing back into the room, Gilbert set a few supplies down on the drawer next to his bed.

He pulled a chair out to sit right in-front of you, and he hesitantly touched the afflicted area.

“I just need to check-“ he suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened to at least twice their size.

Your heart stopped. You were surely dying, right? Why else would he react that way?

“Well? Spit it out, Doc!” you pleaded.

His eyes averted from you and he picked up some cotton and placed it in a bowl of water to soak.

“It’s just- Is it okay if I remove your shirt? I need to clean the wound-” he said, his eyes looking at anything but you, “and I also need to check for bruising and internal bleeding, since your ribs seem to be broken.”

Broken? Why in the hell did you decide to climb that stupid tree.

“Well if that’s what needs to be done then...” you trail off as you painfully cross your arms to grasp the hem of your top. You’re honestly not sure where all the courage came from. If you were any saner and had more blood in your system, you would’ve been too nervous to even think about being half naked in Gilbert’s room. However, you also wanted to avoid getting sepsis.

Seeing you struggle, Gilbert sighed and pulled your hands away, finally looking into your eyes. He replaced your previous grip on your shirt with his own hands, before whispering a simple ‘can I?’.

Your words felt like they were sucked out of you as you watched the veins in his hands twitch, his muscles tensing with every second that passed. The sleeves that were rolled up on his arms exposed his toned forearms, revealing more of that veiny appearance.

You slowly nodded, careful to not move too much as his hands were dangerously close to your exposed torso.

Gracefully and gradually, he lifted the fabric up your body, urging your arms up so that he could remove it fully. Everywhere that his fingertips grazed caused an electric jolt throughout your body, leaving invisible marks in their wake.

You shuddered as your top was completely removed, and Gilbert’s face suddenly flushed a bright pink. His face remained close to yours, his warm eyes glazed with concern.

You could tell he was as nervous as you were, but your safety was at hand here, so he pushed off the bed slowly and fished the soaked cotton out from the water bowl. Looking down past your chest, and onto the cut on your ribs, his breath hitched. You weren’t sure if it was because he was staring right at your almost-naked body, or if the cut was really that bad.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, okay? This is gonna hurt.”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded again.

He instantly got to work, leaning his head down and gripping your waist for stability. You melted into his touch, letting the warmth of his palm spread throughout your body. Humming gently, you tilted your head to watch him better.

You almost didn’t notice the sting as he cleaned the dry blood from your wound, but unfortunately his pretty curls couldn’t fully distract you from it.

Wincing and gasping, you grabbed the hand that held onto your waist, interlacing your fingers.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed at how low your pain tolerance was.

He shook his head. “Don’t be.”

Squeezing your hand comfortingly, he continued the task at hand. After this he smothered the wound in antiseptic, all the while rubbing circles into your hand and shushing your huffs and groans.

“You’re doing amazing, but I still need to check for any internal wounds.” he whispered, careful to not shock you out of your quiet daze.

You just groaned in response.

“Just a little more I promise. Is it okay if I touch you?” immediately realizing his innuendo, he cleared his throat.

“I mean your ribs. To check them.”

Even through your pain you smiled at him, sighing a quiet ‘yeah’. He was so dreamy like this. You always liked him in doctor mode, but it had never been directed towards you.

You were shoved out of your train of thought as you felt his smooth palms roam upwards to your back as he checked the health of your ribs. His breath fanned across your collarbone as he tried to control the speed of his breathing.

He knew it was the wrong time to be so nervous and flustered, but he couldn’t help it.

Gilbert’s hands expertly moved to the front of your ribs, gently applying pressure and massaging them as softly as he could. It would’ve been nice if it wasn’t for the agony that you felt.

You held your breath as he touched a particularly sensitive spot on your torso.

Retracting his hands, he swiped some bandages off his drawer and wrapped your newly cleaned wound up. Wordlessly, he stood up and went to his closet, grabbing a green sweater.

He sat back down in-front of you, and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I know you’re tired. I’ll help you into this and you can nap here. The good thing is your ribs aren’t broken, just bruised,” he explained as he shuffled closer to help your head into the sweater hole. Grasping your hands, he helped you lead them through the arm holes before pulling the bottom of it over the rest of your body.

“And the bad news?” you said, voice scratchy from exhaustion.

His brown furrowed in worry. All his previous nerves were gone as he now stroked your cheek, reveling in how you snuggled into it.

“You lost a bit of blood, but I’ll do what I can to help.”

Your eyelids shut closed, unable to stay open any longer. “Already done more than enough, Gil,” you praised.

“You’re the one who did a good job today,” he coo’d, placing you down onto the bed, making sure your head was comfortably on his pillows. He pulled the blanket out from under you and tucked you into bed.

Gilbert began to clean up all of his supplies. Yet he made sure to glance at you every few seconds to make sure you were breathing okay.

It didn’t take long for sleep to take over, but not before you mumbled a little ‘thanks Doc’ to which Gilbert blushed and grinned at, turning away to let you have your peace.

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tmedic · 2 years

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“ Dear old world. You are very lovely and I am glad to be alive in you ’’ - Anne Shirley 🍄🌻🧡

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the-romcommunist · 2 years

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I have two groups of comfort shows: the ones that completely destroy me emotionally, and the ones that are just super light hearted comedies and slice of lifes. The second category makes sense as a comfort show but it's just ironic that the shows that have me bawling all the way through, somehow, bring me some comfort.

#category 1: complete emotional obliteration #of which the nominees are #fleabag #normal people #skam #but that one is very much dependent on mood and which seasons and remakes i like #category 2: the more lighthearted classic comfort show #and the nominees are #new girl #leverage #anne with an e #teen wolf

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jinxedgold · 5 months

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The one thing I said when I heard they were making an adaptation of shadow and bone was that I wouldn’t get attached because Netflix would cancel it before we ever reached the crows.

Don’t really understand Netflix’s logic of cancelling the show before adapting the most popular books of the series (soc and ck)?

Anyway I’m off to cancel by Netflix subscription because now they’ve cancelled all the shows I actually watched…

#netflix get your fucking act together #netflix you suck #netflix #renew lockwood and co #renew shadow and bone #six of crows netflix #six of crows #shadow and bone season 2 #julie and the phantoms #renew anne with an e #anne with an e

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ooo-yeah-baby · 11 months

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

Lovely

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x Reader

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

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

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

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

Y/N laughed a bit at his mess up.

"Why, thank you, Moody."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only for a while.

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

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

He needed her to love him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why not?" He pressed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's not my fault!"

Mrs. L/N scoffed in response.

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile, in the other room;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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catsandbooksstuff · 1 year

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I guess love doesn't conquer all.

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

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bigfieldstraveler · 1 year

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There is another petition exists. It's so small and probably won't go anywhere forward but id wish it did. It demands Netflix to release rights for our favourite shows so we would get chance to get proper endings to our shows, at least to some.

Please feel free to sign and share everywhere you can.

Please don't be mad at amounts of tags i want it to be seen as much as possible

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just-a-sweet-damsel-in-distress · 1 year

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"We are made of all those who have built and broken us." - Atticus

#anne with an e #awae #awae season 2 #anne shirley #anne of green gables #l m montgomery #atticus #quotes #brokenthings #beauty #tragedy

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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hh sorry to bother you!! if requests are closed or you don't wanna write this you can delete the request but

i don’t know if you watched Puella Magi Madoka Magica, but it’s a really great anime and i wanted to send this character, the anime looks cute but it really isn’t 😭.

can i request josie pye, Gilbert Blythe or Prissy Andrews with a S/O who has a Homura Akemi Personality? (She’s stoic, distant, independent, Homura also appears with her personality being that of a shy, timid, magical girl rather than her cold and strong personality, she also knows self defense since she was in a lot of battles you can watch it here)

Thank you a ton!! I wish you well<33

hey i’m so sorry for the late reply, but here’s a headcanons for both :) i hope you enjoyed

—cw’s: just fluff!!! i think gen!neutral but lmk!

josie pye

i feel like josie would like an s/o who’s generally stoic and is independent

she wouldn’t necessarily mind having a stoic s/o because i feel like josie is reactive and it would be nice to have a neutral energy to the chaos 😭

she likes that you’re calm and that you can solve issues with logic instead of emotions and she can depend on you in that sense

she likes the fact that you are independent because she doesn’t like the feeling of letting people down

so if she knows that you wouldn’t be let down by her, it feels like a weight would be lifted off her shoulders

she is kind of the opposite of you

she would intrigued with your persona and kind of feels like it’s fake at first 😭

she didn’t like how shy you were because she wanted to get to you, but you were hard to break and that pissed her off

most people open up to her very quickly (surprisingly) so she would find this weird

but she ended up cracking you!! AND she fell in love <3

gilbert blythe

he finds you VERY interesting

he loves that you’re not an open book, he wants to earn getting to know you if that makes sense

gilbert loves a good challenge 😭😭

he’s used to people depending on him, so he doesn’t know how to feel when he realizes you’re pretty independent & would rather do it on your own

he loves that you’re shy & that you’re not like this with everyone

he feels special knowing that you’re not just talking to him to talk to him, but rather because you genuinely want to

he just loves your personality and it goes with his perfectly

#anne with an fanfics #anne with an e headcannons #anne an e #anne of green gables fanfiction #anne of green gables #awae fics #awae #awae headcannons #awae fanfiction #awae season 2 #gilbert blythe headcannons #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #josie pye x reader #josie pye #josie pye headcanons

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crownspeaksblog · 1 year

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what the fuck happened in season 2??!!

I'm serious what the fuck happened in season 2?? How does a season manage to anger me this much.. i rewatched season 1 a couple of days ago and i enjoyed it so much more than when i watched it a couple of years ago but season 2.. my god i wish i didn't watch it..

i know these are real people with complex feelings and lives but this is also a show, not a documentary, it's a fictionalized show where in season 1 the main focus was on the relationship and love that was developing between these two women where we watched anne chase and seduce ann and end up having so much care and feelings for her. They got married, they were planning on moving in together. Happily.

then in season 2 ann and annes relationship had so much less focus and screen time than season 1. Anne seemed to barely even care about ann.. ann looked miserable so much of the time when she was alone at shibden when her wife was cheating.. anne friends suck and anne barely even defended ann in front of them and everyone was like you don't even love her and when anne told ann she loved her i didn't even believe it..

Season 1 anne was crying, was upset about losing ann, saying how she thought about her every day and in season 2 when ann said they should separate, anne barely seemed to notice and even made a comment about essentially being free again.

Again i understand that these are real complex people but this kind of story isn't compelling or fun or even interesting to watch especially after you watch season 1.

Honestly what the hell even happened in season 2. I can't even remember or distinguish what happened in a episode from the other.. Seriously it's like season 1 and season 2 were written by two different writers.

When i heard the show was canceled i was upset but now i kinda wish it was canceled after season 1 at least this way we would've had a well made, compelling story that ends well instead we're stuck with the mess that is season 2..

What hurts me the most is that in season 2 i felt like anne only wanted a wife the way men of that time wanted a wife.. just to have someone at home to keep the bed warm and to sleep with while they cheat with another woman.. ann literally apologize for doubting anne who again cheated on her!! (The fact that the whole cheating thing wasn't even revealed or acknowledged is insane to me)

In conclusion I'm sad and pissed because season 2 lessened all of the love and good feelings i had about these two characters and their relationship and now i wish i didn't watch season 2.

#gentleman jack #gentleman jack season 2 #ann walker deserves better #ann walker #anne lister #I'm just really sad and disappointed #i don't think I've ever been disappointed in a show #the ann(e)s

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crvptidgf · 1 year

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Distracted (PART 2 of Truce)

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

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Requested: Yes

Summary: After the truce between the reader and Gilbert, things start to feel tense and awkward between the two.

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Anne and Diana stood at the foot of your bed, giggling with eachother as they waited for you to finish getting dressed. They came over to help you get ready for your - as they called - study date with Gilbert.

You trudged into the room, face beet red at the fact that the two girls had been fantasizing about this day for ages.

"Oh, Y/N, you look magnificent," said Anne.

You smiled in appreciation.

"You don't think it's too much?" you asked.

Shaking her head vigorously she took your hand and led you to your mirror. She took your hair in her hands, pinning it back with a little bow.

Diana joined her to revel at your dress.

"He will not be able to take his eyes off of you," she said.

You whined turning to both of them.

"Don't make this a big deal! I'm only going there to study."

Anne and Diana gave eachother a look, grinning at eachother devilishly.

"Well after he sees you, maybe that'll change."

You playfully shove Anne back, widening your eyes at her statement. Not that she was necessarily wrong.

"Anne Shirley Cuthbert! Stop it."

Laughing at her antics you picked up your basket, stuffing your math books inside. Secretly you were hoping Gilbert would be impressed by your attire - not that you were dressing for him...

You walked back to the mirror, eyeing yourself over once more. The dress reached down to the bottom of your knees, with your autumn coat complimenting the colours perfectly.

Okay... maybe you had thought out your outfit a little too much.

Spinning around you grab your friends' hands, hoping their excitement would give you courage to leave the house and see Gilbert.

"I think I'm ready."

The girls shriek, jumping up and down. With one swift move they push you out of your bedroom door. Taking a deep breath you trail down the stairs, gripping onto the bannister for dear life. You prayed that this wouldn't be a mistake - what would you two even talk about?

Oh no...

Turning your head back, you tried to go back upstairs.

"No. You are going. Now," said Diana, grabbing your shoulders and bringing you to the front door.

With one last look of encouragement they practically shove you out the door.

"Go make us proud," yelled Anne as you trudge down the porch.

You keep walking. You were afraid that if you looked back at your house you would want to run back inside.

Which you sort of did.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...

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The wind in the air caused the grass to ripple like waves. It was the only thing you could focus on as your nerves skyrocketed.

You didn't even know why - I mean you had never felt this way about him before. You always had something witty to say, always been able to look him in the eye and stay calm. Yet the upcoming days to your study session you had barely been able to have a conversation with him without feeling nervous.

The closer you got to his door, the more you wanted to turn back and go home.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, Gilbert had been waiting at the door for you to come. So, as soon as you reached his front door he had already swung it open ready to invite you in.

"Y/N, fancy seeing you here," he said.

A faint smile grew on your face upon seeing his cheery self. Funnily enough, he was both the reason and the cure to your anxiety.

"Of course. I'm ready to finally beat you at math," you responded, still unable to wipe your growing grin.

Moving aside, Gilbert extends his arm out, inviting you in. You set your basket on the table as he reaches for your shoulders, slowly taking your jacket off.

Oh wow.

It was weirdly intimate - with his breath fanning across your neck as he leaned over to reach your height. His fingers brushed across the fabric on your back, pulling the winter coat down from your shivering frame.

You were too afraid to turn your head back to look at him. I mean he was right there.

"So..." he trails off as he hooks your clothing onto the coat hanger.

"I was thinking we could start with algebra?"

You roll your eyes, smiling at his words.

"Gilbert I may be bad at math but I'm not that hopeless," you respond.

To be fair to him all he had seen from you since he got back from his travels was you blanking out on every question asked in class. It wasn't necessarily your fault. You were just always... preoccupied. Preoccupied looking at Gilbert, that is.

Yes. You admitted it. Your mind had been full of thoughts of him ever since he returned to school. The way his eyes glinted in the sunlight, turning his previously black eyes into a warm chocolate colour. Or the way his curls messed up when he'd rush into class on a windy day, scarf strewn about the place.

He was just... cute. Gilbert Blythe was cute.

"Earth to Y/N?"

Speak of the devil.

You were brought back to your senses at the sound of his voice. He had this sweet look on his face as if he was worried about you. His eyebrows were furrowed as he reached a hand over to grab your shoulder.

"Sorry did you say something?"

"I asked where you wanted to start, you know since you definitely have algebra down perfectly," he added the last part teasingly.

You raise an eyebrow at him. Was he seriously starting this right now?

"Right... I was thinking trigonometry."

Before turning away you caught his eyes gazing at your dress, drinking you in with every fibre of his being. They trailed down from your collarbone all the way to the hem, admiring (unbeknownst to him) Diana and Anne's handiwork.

You were trailing off a lot, your mind clearly elsewhere. And he totally knew.

You caught a small grin playing on his lips as he stared at you, mesmerized. His lips, which you now noticed, were incredibly pink and swollen from the cold outside, the blush reaching his cheeks.

"You were outside?" you asked.

"Already changing topics I see," he says as he pulls out a chair for you, proceeding to take a seat across from you.

Again, you rolled your eyes, but took a seat anyway.

He had started explaining the basics to you, his hand motions exaggerating with every word he spoke. However your mind began to wander.

How his soft hands would feel against yours, warming you up on a cold day. Or maybe how it would feel to have his hair tickle the back of your neck as you two hugged, or-

"Y/N!" once again you were shocked out of your thoughts.

You smiled apologetically and muttered a meek 'sorry' before focusing your attention again.

You couldn't believe you were letting yourself be distracted by Gilbert Blythe. For the longest time you had waited for this day to finally come, and now that it was here you couldn't stop thinking about him - even though he was literally right there.

You all but groaned internally, becoming aggravated with your lack of concentration. This was hopeless.

All of a sudden you heard a book snap closed.

You jolt upwards, straightening your back. Shit. You were too focused on not focusing that you stopped focusing!

"I have a sense something might be on your mind?"

Your eyes shifted around the room, trying to look anywhere but at him. Why was this so damn hard? He was just some silly boy who was trying to help you. All you can think about is his stupid smile and his-

"Y/N! Seriously are you feeling okay? You don't seem like yourself."

He had moved now to stand infront of you, hand rested on the back of your chair. He leaned over to take a good look at you. Reaching his hand over to your forehead, he felt the temperature with the back of his hand.

It was warm, soft, and his touch was so tender that you could melt right there.

"I'm okay. Just been distracted lately."

You take his hand from your forehead, skin buzzing at the contact of your fingers almost intertwining together. You place his hand on the table right next to you. This movement had caused his arms to encase around you, meaning you were trapped between him, the chair, and the table.

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

Oh my God. It was killing you being this close to him, yet so, so far.

You nodded, unable to open your mouth in fear that all would come out was incoherent jumbles.

"I can't hear you," responded to your incompetence.

"Yes. I- I have."

"With...?"

His face grew dangerously close to you, breath fanning across your face. His brown curls tumbled onto his eyebrow, blocking his vision slightly.

Your hand slowly raised up, all but trembling in anxiety. Gently, and excruciatingly slow, you push his hair back from his eyes.

His breath hitched in his throat. You had no idea the effect you were having on him, considering he had been trying to hide it all day.

"Why don't we do something about it, then? You wanna talk to me?"

He always knew he liked you. There was never a doubt in his mind - and now as you sat across from him, cheeks reddening by the second, he had no doubt you felt the same.

You were at a loss for words. It's not that you didn't want to tell him. You just didn't know how. Especially with the way your words would catch in your throat everytime you tried.

"Y/N," he whispered. It would've been inaudible if it weren't for the fact that his face was 2 inches away from yours.

Silently, you edged yourself closer to him, now basically sitting at the end of the seat.

His knuckles were now white, holding onto the back of your chair for dear life. He wanted to kiss you, to make a move, but he also desperately wanted to hear you say what he's always wanted you to.

"Kiss me."

And with that any and all constraint he had before diminished.

His lips crashed into yours, the hand that was gripping the chair was now supporting your lower back as you arched closer to him, needing to be as close as possible to him.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip, which caused you to gasp, allowing his tongue to finally massage yours.

You sighed, leaning back and grabbing the back of his neck to lead him towards you. His lips were burning with the sensation of yours against his, and he didn't know if he wanted to pull away.

If it weren't for his lack of oxygen he wouldn't have.

Moving away, but only slightly, you two caught your breath together, your huffs and pants melding into one.

"You still distracted?" he asked, still breathing heavily.

"Now more than ever."

And with that, your lips met once again. Now more passionate than before, as he held onto your waist for stability.

Standing up, you pressed your palms onto his chest, applying pressure to push him backwards.

"If we don't stop we'll never get back to the math problem," you said in a hushed manner.

"Like you were paying attention anyway."

With a playful smack, you pecked his cheek and sat back down, gesturing for him to do the same. He agreed only after you promised that if you get through this question undisturbed, you would have another break with him.

It's safe to say you never finished the trigonometry question.

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