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frost-queen · 12 days

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I'll take care of you (Reader x Jerry Baynard)

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Summary: Reader gets her period and doesn't realize it till she starts having bad cramps. Jerry helps you out, by being a true gentleman. Giving you medicine, washing your dress, cuddling and making sure you are alright.

You knocked on the wood of the barn to get his attention. It didn’t seem to catch his attention as he was too busy rustling the hay around with a pitchfork. You tried knocking the wood again, hurting your knuckles again. When that didn’t work, you started clearing your throat. First soft then louder. It appeared he was caught up in his own imagination, whistling a bit. – “Jerry!” – you called out as a last resort. Jerry got startled, some hay scooped up in the air as it fell down. Some lost strays of hay falling on his shoulder.

“Y/n!” – Jerry said as the shock wore off. He noticed some hay laying on his shoulder, so he wiped it off. – “Anne is not home.” – he said figuring you came for her. – “I know.” – you replied walking into the barn. Jerry frowned wondering what you were doing here then. – “Nor Marilla or Matthew.” – you let him know.

Jerry set the pitchfork down, leaning a bit against the handle. – ��You’ve spied on us.” – he teased with a cheeky smile. It made you pull your shoulders up innocently. – “What are you here for then?” – he asked seeing you smile shyly. His eyes widened with surprise.

“Don’t tell me lovely Y/n you are here to see me?” – Jerry said dramatically gesturing at himself. – “If you are taunting me, I’m not.” – you answered already turning on your heel. Jerry dropped the pitchfork, running over to you. – “Non, non Y/n you shall stay.” – he made clear taking you by the wrist and holding you in place. His reaction made you laugh as you could never stay mad at him.

You let Jerry pull you further into the barn. – “I just have to finish this up and then I am free for you.” – he spoke letting go of your hand. – “I’ll help.” – you suggested picking up some hay from the ground. Jerry quirked his eyebrow up at you. You threw the hay around with a sheepish smile as it made Jerry snort loud. – “Don’t laugh.” – you made clear trying to glare at him.

It made Jerry snort even louder at your face. His laugh made you laugh as well. – “You can sit over there.” – Jerry pointed at a barrel. – “And watch me work. It will be faster.” – she spoke. You obeyed sitting down on the barrel. Jerry winked your way before diving back into the work. You watched how he worked. Fast and organized. Scattering the hay around for Belle, the horse. She needed a warm bed after all.

You were kicking your legs back and forth while humming a song. Jerry started to whistle along with you, occasionally looking over his shoulder to you. – “How is school Y/n?” – he asked to make some small talk. – “Alright.” – you answered stroking your skirt. Removing any wrinkles by hand. – “How are you Jerry?” – you asked in return making him laugh. – “Good Y/n.” – he replied with a chuckle.

Jerry continued to work as you looked around. Blinking a few times thoughtfully, you weren’t sure what you were suddenly feeling. A sense of something brewing. Bubbling inside of you. It took you a few seconds to actually feel the discomfort coming from your stomach. Furrowing your brows, you rubbed your hand over it.

A numb pain let itself know as you felt it squeeze your inside. Making you grab for your stomach. Where was this stomach-ache suddenly coming from? The discomfort grew as it made you cross your legs, bending a bit over to press your hand deep into your stomach.

“You okay?” – Jerry asked having looked over his shoulder to you. – “Fine…” – you answered with distress on your face. – “Liar.” – Jerry spoke back as he suddenly saw you winch from the pain. He let his pitchfork fall into the hay, making his way over to you. – “Where is it hurting?” – he asked with concern.

Your muscles contracted as you panted loud from the pain. Then your eyes widened. Feeling a sudden wetness between your legs. It made you jump off the barrel. You turned a piece of your dress to the front, gasping at the redness of it. Jerry saw it too, making you pull it embarrassed back.

It was your period. – “I…I…I…I’m so sorry.” – you stuttered out feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed. Your cheeks flushed with heat wanting to sink through the ground from shame. You started to make your way to the open gate of the barn to disappear.

“Y/n it is alright.” – Jerry said calmly following you. You started crying feeling stupid and ashamed that he had to see that. Another wave of pain came as it made you flinch at the pain. – “I…I’ll just go home.” – you breathed out not wanting to saddle Jerry with you. You were a mess and you felt like one. – “Non!” – Jerry said firm, grabbing you by your arm.

He started pulling you out of the barn towards the house. – “You are in pain. I will take care of it.” – he said leading you up to the house. He pushed the door open, letting go of you. You stood a bit lost in the room, hands against your arms, blocking your chest. Sniffling loud, you looked embarrassed away. Embarrassed that you had your period around Jerry. A boy!

Jerry started searching the cabinets as he found nothing. He then left for another room, leaving you alone. Feeling disgusted from the wetness between your legs, you felt it leave a thin line of blood going down your leg.

Jerry returned holding some small boxes as he took you again by the arm. He led you up the stairs. Leaving you in the bathroom. There you saw yourself in the mirror. Face red from crying. It made you wipe some sticky hair out of your face and trying to be presentable. What would Jerry think of you now? Jerry returned with a dress. – “Here is it Anne’s, but you can use it for a moment.” – he commented holding it up to you.

You accepted the dress. Jerry then placed the little box on the sink. – “Those are medicine Marilla gives to Anne when she has it.” – Jerry explained. – “I’ll let you change clothes. Do you know what to do?” – he asked. You nodded wiping your cheek dry. Jerry nodded already closing the door. Once shut, you stared a bit lost around you. Till you slowly started to undress.

Sobbing a bit, you cleaned yourself, washing up. You did what you had been taught to keep your dress from staining more. By wrapping extra protection around your waist. Then you took in the medicine for the pain. You gently knocked on the door, letting Jerry know you were done.

Jerry opened the door, taking your blooded dress from you. – “I’ll wash this up so it will be clean when you go home.” – he spoke wanting to disappear again, but you stopped him by calling his name. – “Jerry!” – he paused. – “How… how is it that you know so much? What to do and stuff? I mean you are a boy…” – you spoke. Jerry chuckled. – “I have sisters Y/n.” – he simply said before shutting the door once more. Jerry went downstairs to wash your dress.

Put it in the sink and wash the stain out. You left the bathroom, going down the stairs. Nearly below you stopped to admire Jerry washing your dress. He almost got the stain out, scrubbing hard with soap. When he was done, he turned around, noticing you on the stairs. He smiled lovely at you before heading outside to leave your dress to hang and dry.

He returned, taking your hand to lead you further down. – “How are you feeling?” – he asked concerned leading you into the living room. – “Better, thank you.” – you replied. Jerry sat you down as he came sitting beside you. He wrapped an arm around you. You snuggled closer to him, pulling your legs up with you in the sofa. – “Thank you… for taking care of me.” – you told him, looking up. – “Always lovely Y/n.” – Jerry responded looking back at you.

“I’d care for you a hundred times. I’d wash a thousand dresses if you like. I don’t want to see you in pain or discomfort.” – he told you touching your chin. Lifting yourself a bit up, you neared him. Bringing your lips to his to kiss him. Not just to thank him, but because you actually cared and liked him. Jerry kissed you tenderly back. Then the two of you snuggled closer, cuddling till you no longer had any pain and your dress was dry to change back.

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askclato · 9 months

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Anne: We should appreciate the small things in life.

Jerry: *picks Diana up*

Jerry: You are appreciated.

Diana:

Diana: I’m going to kill you.

#anne with an e #awae incorrect quotes #awae #diana barry #jerry baynard #anne shirley cuthbert #diana x jerry

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girlsdontlove · 1 year

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𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒!!!!

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐬!

He smiled as he saw you walk near the barn, he had took a liking to you ever since you came to give Anne something. "Hey Jerry" You yelled as you waved up in the air as you walked to Anne's house. "Hé" Jerry replied as you smiled up at him. He didn't know what he was feeling and neither did you, but you both knew that you had a soft spot of each other.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫!

-it was at the fair, he was right behind you when it happened

-his hand held yours, at a loss grip until a boy from school comes up to you and begins to flirt.

-"Recule qu'elle est à moi"he forgets that other people don't speak French so the guys face was like ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)

-Jerry thinks that you'd want to leave him for someone better or with more money, you obviously don’t want to.

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦：”Step back she's mine”

You had written him a love letter, your a close friend of Anne's and recently you told her about your crush on Jerry and she had told you that he also liked you. He smiled as he put the paper in his pocket. He was definitely going to tell you how he felt tomorrow when you come by to see Anne.

He saw you at the town fair, he did a hand motion which confused you "what" you asked him which made him roll his eyes playfully "comment peux-tu être si ignorant" Jerry sighed as he pulled you aside. "It's about this" Jerry said as he pulled out the hanker-chief that you left him whenever you visited Anne. "Oh" you smiled out. He leans down and plants a soft kiss on your lips and then cheek. "merci ma belle" Jerry said "votre bienvenu mon beau" you said back making him smile, you didn't always speak French with him but whenever you did it made him feel warm and safe inside and he liked it, no he loved it.

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦: “how can you be so ignorant”, “thanks my beauty”, “your welcome my beautiful”

𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 :(

-talks to Mathew about the break up and how he misses you, Mathew gives him some advice but it didn't really help so he went to Anne

-she gave him better advice then Mathew did, he gave you a necklace. It was cheap but you didn't mind

-"thank you Jerry" you say once he puts the necklace on you

-"you better not leave me again mon amour" he says as he hugs you tightly

-you obviously get back together

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦：”my love”

Anne was ram-balling about you, "I mean why would Y/n want to be friends with me? She's just so perfect and I'm just me" Anne said as she sat down on the hey. "It's a mystery for sure." Jerry said as he walked away "why is that" Anne called out for Jerry to turn around "because why would she talk to you when she's could talk to me" Jerry shrugged off as he continued to walk away. In all honesty Jerry wished you had talked to him instead of coming over for Anne all the time, he kind of felt jealous.

#girlsdontlovework’s #anne with an e #jerry baynard #x reader #jerry baynard x reader #my gifs

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arte-with-an-e · 10 months

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anne and jerry play fun sibling games like "stop hitting your brother"

#anne with an e #jerry baynard #anne shirley cuthbert #awae #awae art

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crvptidgf · 1 year

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Distracted (PART 2 of Truce)

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

[FLUFF]

Requested: Yes

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

- - -

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...

- - -

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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