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sweetbuckybarnes · 3 years ago

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One of Us

Pairings: Gilbert Blythe + Anne Shirley

Summary: Based on ABBA song "One of Us" , was originally angst with a happy ending Shirbert fic, but turned into this somehow...

They passed me by, all of those great romances

You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances

My picture clear, everything seemed so easy

Gilbert held his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the table. Mary would berate him for putting his elbows on the table, it made his heartache, he'd always miss her.

The thought of losing Anne forever broke his heart, he'd never see the world the same if he lost her from his life. But if he moved to Paris and married Winifred Rose, his friendship with Anne would be over...

Now that he thought about it, he didn't get an answer from Anne when he asked her if she had feelings for him.

Even if she didn't, there was no way that he would be able to go into an unhappy marriage. He'd rather be an unwed bachelor (similar to blessed Matthew Cuthbert), than in a loveless marriage. Sure, he could come to love Winnie, but it wouldn't be of the same volume that he loves and adores Anne.

Now, Anne was going to Queen's, moving to the city of Charlottetown. If Anne felt the same for him, then he didn't care if they were in a long-distance relationship (as he would be attending the University of Toronto when the end of summer arrived). At least he knew that Anne was his. His Anne-girl.

My picture clear

Everything seemed so easy

And so I dealt you the blow

One of us had to go

Now it's different, I want you to know

Anne has put the tart shells into the oven to bake, a peace offering for Diana. She refused to part ways from her bosom friend so awfully.

Just the look on Diana's face, when she threw her half of the heart locket to the ground and ran away in tears.

Even thinking about it now, brought tears to Anne's eyes. Anne now wished she was a better friend.

Gilbert came in, after knocking on the wood of the screen door. Made some stupid comment about her cutting onions, and wanting to borrow cufflinks from Matthew.

The man in question walked in with his prize radish and some fabric over his arm for Marilla.

"I'll take the fabric to Marilla, and Gilbert wants cufflinks," Anne said, only just holding in her tears.

Gilbert was proposing to the blonde woman she saw on his arm at the Country Fair.

Since she realised her feelings for the young man, she only wanted what was best for him - even if that meant she would be miserable for the rest of her life. Gilbert's happiness was all that mattered. If that blonde city woman was it, then so be it.

One of us is crying, one of us is lying

In a lonely bed

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

One of us is lonely, one of us feels lonely

Waiting for a call

Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small

Wishing she had never left at all

Anne handed over the fabric to Marilla as she passed the woman at the top of the stairs. The velvet-like blue fabric was the last thing that Marilla needed to make Anne a new dress.

"Anne, are you alright?" She asks, gently resting a hand on her adoptive daughter's shoulder. Anne gave a stiff nod and headed to her room to finish packing for later this week.

Marilla sighed, remembering what she was like after her brother died and had to turn down John. When she got downstairs, she saw Matthew handing cufflinks over to Gilbert - and she now knew why Anne was in the 'depths of despair'.

She'd heard Anne's exclamation of love for the growing boy, and felt her heartbreak for Anne when Gilbert stepped out with a full-grown lady. If John (or even Mary) was still here, he'd've probably have smacked Gilbert up the back of his head by now.

I saw myself

As a concealed attraction,

I felt you kept me away,

From the heat and the action.

Just like a child

Stubborn and misconceiving,

That's how I started to show

One of us had to go.

Now I'm changed and I want you to know.

Anne was putting some of her books into her suitcase, as she took out the dress that Marilla had made for her and left it hanging on her wardrobe door. The base of her dress was complete, and with the remaining fabric, Marilla would have it complete in time for her to go to Charlottetown.

As she's packing her things, the hand-drawing of her and Diana is between her fingertips. This caused more tears to run down Anne's cheeks and made her collapse into heavy sobs and gasping breaths.

She missed sitting on her bed and collapsed to the floor in a sobbing heap - similar to the way she'd collapsed in front of Marilla when she first came to Green Gables.

One of us is crying, one of us is lying

In a lonely bed

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

One of us is lonely, one of us feels lonely

Waiting for a call

Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small

Wishing she had never left at all

It's no surprise that a loud thud from upstairs had sent Matthew rushing as fast as he possibly could. The thought of an injured Anne swimming around his head.

Gilbert was rushing after the man, worried over Anne. It was little things like this, where he knew that he would never truly be able to go through with marrying Winnie. He can care for Winnie, but it is not in the way that he cares for Anne.

But the first person to rush into Anne's room was Marilla, seeing the sobbing girl on the floor brought the memories back when Anne first came here as a skinny and hopeful girl.

"Anne," Marilla sighed, easing her way onto the floor and wrapped her arms around the girl. Anne started to curl up into a ball and leaned against Marilla.

Matthew silently went over to the other side of Anne and gently wrapped his arm around Anne, as he quietly handed over the handkerchief that had been in his pocket. It was slightly mucky from fixing one of the cart's wheel, but Anne still took it and wiped away the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

Gilbert stood in the doorway to Anne's room. There was a white dress hanging on her wardrobe (he could easily imagine Anne in a white dress, he'd be happy for her, no matter who she marries), there was a cushion sat on her bed 'Anne of Green Gables' embroidered on it. Strings of dried flowers and plants hanging by her chest of drawers, a half-packed suitcase of books sat on her bed. He also saw the dictionary that he had gotten her the first Christmas he came back.

By her feet was a slightly broken picture frame, in it was a sketch of Diana and Anne on a happier day. He wondered what on earth had happened between the two that caused Anne to be sobbing on the floor, heartbreaking sobs leaving her that utterly crushed his heart.

Never left at all.

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead.

One of us is lonely, one of us feels lonely,

Waiting for a call,

Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small.

Anne sat up, wiping away the tears, rubbing her runny nose. Matthew was gently rubbing her back, as Marilla motherly stroked the braids hanging over Anne's shoulders.

Gilbert felt like he was intruding on a private moment with Anne and her adoptive parents.

He fiddled with his fingers, watching as Anne calms down and wipes away the remaining tears from her cheeks. The cufflinks in his pocket that he is borrowing from Matthew feel like there are millions of bricks in his pocket, weighing him down.

How on earth could he ever think that he could move on from Anne? How? He'd rather be a bachelor than in a loveless/unhappy marriage.

#shirbert fic #shirbert #anne x gilbert #anne shirley #anne of green gables #gilbert blythe #marilla cuthbert #matthew cuthbert

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twoidiotwriters1 · 5 years ago

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Déjà Vu (Or are we losing our minds?) -Modern!Shirbert

A/N: That’s right! I’m starting a new (old if you ask the fellas in Ao3 lmao) AWAE series!! I was waiting to have enough chapters and now that day is finally here! I hope you like it -Danny

Words: 3,961

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Chapter One: Make Your Own Decision.

'Two souls don't find each other

by simple accident.'

Gilbert wasn't a morning person.

Medical school was a pain in the ass, he didn't need to say that to anyone– He didn't like to complain at all if he was honest, after all, it was thanks to school that he was going to become a doctor. Still, he missed the lazy mornings on his bed, no worries in the world apart from what his father would make for breakfast.

That was years ago, though. Now he was an adult (or the closest thing to it, anyway) and he had bills to pay, he didn't have to pay rent and that was certainly a good thing, Bash and Mary were a gift sent from heaven after his dad had died, but he still helped around their house, along with the schoolwork he worked on relentlessly while trying to ignore the uncertain future knocking on his door almost every day.

After all the sleepless nights pacing around the kitchen, lights on and coffee maker ready to go, memorizing things and finishing research papers, he's pretty sure this isn't exactly healthy, but if he's bound to have similar routines for the rest of his life, he might as well get used to it.

He tries not to think a lot about that, his future, that is. All around him friends start to settle down, move out to their own places, find love, travel, having adventures while he spends all his weekends locked in his room learning about a new subject that is just as thrilling as any date he could possibly have.

That's a lie, of course. He longs for a break, an excuse to run wild and free just one night.

Luckily for him, that opportunity comes this Friday.

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Anne's in love with the early sunlight, that warm, clear light that slips through her window every morning to announce a new day with no mistakes in it yet was about to start.

She loves the quiet, how time slows down for her while she pours a second cup of tea for her morning readings before heading to school. She loves the muffled noises Diana and Cole make while getting up, letting her know she has to hurry if she wants to start her routine on time.

She's a simple young woman (a very new one at that, if she was honest) and the little things still manage to give her a thrill that parties or any kind of social interaction simply can't.

That's half a truth, of course. She misses the weekly reunions with her Highschool friends, the bike rides with Jerry, her old neighbor, whenever they needed someone to rant about stupid things and none of their friends was around to do so.

Despite all this, she is fine. Anne follows the path to her dream: to become a successful writer for all kinds of people, to tell the stories that people need most at the moments when all hope seems lost and love is scarce.

However, when her Highschool friends text her and Diana about a much-needed reunion, she didn't have to think twice before replying with 'Oh god, YES.'

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The Orchard was fairly known for its homely 'aesthetic' as some would call it, which attracted the younger people that needed a break from their crazy student lives. The diner had originally belonged to Gilbert's dad, but when he passed away, it fell onto Gilbert's hands and him, not wanting to close the place that had so many memories of his childhood, decided to add Bash's name into the papers.

Their dads had been good friends most of their lives, and although Gilbert and Bash aren't the same age, he thinks of him as some kind of older brother who always helped him get through the hard times, especially right after his father was gone. It was only natural that Bash owned half of the diner, after all, he loved the place as much as Gilbert, for his father had worked there in the bar while Mr. Blythe served the costumers.

The two lousy boys had dedicated most of their free, youthful time, to run around the place like they owned it. Now that they did, it was pretty much the same, only that this time they run around placing food on the tables and scribbling people's orders.

After a few months of hectic confusion, Bash's mother practically forced them to hire more staff, since they had their hands full and Gilbert was breaking under the pressure that it was to keep the business going the same as his career.

They hired one of Gilbert's old friends and a few students that lived near the diner. Moody Spurgeon, Prissy Andrews, Charlie Sloane, and the Pauls (They weren't related, they just happened to be named Paul).

That Friday was the last before their winter break, so it was packed with tons of eager students wanting to eat their money away now that most of them were returning home for the holidays. This meant two wonderful things to Gilbert:

One, the diner was going great.

Two, he was getting the well-deserved sleep he'd been lacking for months.

Excluding that night, because that night he was going to get utterly shitfaced with Moody and company after their evening shift.

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"I've never heard of that place before," Anne replied distractedly as she kept grabbing things from the table and putting them inside her bag.

"Students love that place, Ruby says they serve the best food and she's always there, but Jane says she's actually crushing on one of the waiters, though Ruby refuses to either confirm or deny..."

"Ruby's always crushing on someone, though," Cole replied. "If she's still going after all this time, the food must be worth it as much as any cute boy."

"I honestly don't care as long as there's enough room to sit and have a long, long chat with all of you," Anne smiled dreamily. "I've missed them so much! Even Josie– And you know how often she tends to get on my nerves!"

"You wouldn't be missing them so much if you could put the books down every once in a while to hang with us," Diana rolled her eyes. "Honestly Anne, it's a miracle you're not blind or wear glasses at all after all the hours you stay with your face glued to the pages."

"I'd look awful with glasses!" Anne grimaced. "I hope my eyesight stays the same for the rest of my life."

"Well then, take care of your eyes and take a break from those books. Leave your bag here, you won't need it," Cole grinned.

Anne's eyes landed on the bag laying on top of their table. That bag was used for one thing only: To carry as many books as possible in case she got bored, so she could read at any time, any place. Also to carry her keys and pads, but those weren't as important.

"But... what if the girls arrive late?"

"You can talk to us, or are we too boring for you now, Miss Literate?" Diana teased.

"You know that's not it," She rolled her eyes. "Okay, if you want I'll leave the books."

"Perfect," Cole clapped once and got up excitedly. "Let's go!"

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"Gilbert, come back to earth and take this to table three, will you?" Charlie hissed, putting the plate in front of his nose and waking the boy abruptly.

"Sorry!" He jumped, walking hurriedly to said table.

When he got back, Charlie was still there, examining his face.

"Are you sure you want to go out, man? I can tell you're worn out, maybe you should take a–"

"No!" Gilbert growled. He cleared his throat and continued on a much lighter voice after noticing this. "I- Uh, I'll be fine. I'll sleep all I want tomorrow, but today I really want to go out, before you and the boys go back to your homes for Christmas."

Charlie nodded with uncertainty.

"Maybe you should change places with Bash? The kitchen might keep you alert instead of sitting here and wait for people to call you over."

"Yeah..."

"I'll get him," His friend decided, walking back to the kitchen.

Gilbert heard the entrance's bell ring and turned to see Ruby Gillis and a few other girls enter.

Ruby was a good and constant client. He was glad about Bash taking his place because he believed that Ruby had a crush on Moody, and the waiter always took her orders no matter the table she was in, he didn't have enough energy to watch them ogle at each other.

"You okay, Blythe?" Bash patted his back once he and Charlie reappeared behind him. "You're sure you want to go out? With that look, you're likely to scare all the ladies away instead of getting a date for our Christmas party."

"Very funny," Gilbert scoffed. "I'm fine, I just need to stay active."

Before either Bash or Charlie could reply, he rushed into the kitchen, missing the exact moment when three new costumers arrived at the place.

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"I see why people love it here," Anne said. "I feel cozy just by looking at it!"

"Yeah," Cole agreed, frowning slightly. "We are going to a bar after this, aren't we?"

"Cole!" They replied.

"I'm just asking!" He exclaimed. "It's lovely and all, but I'm not spending my last weekend away from my maniac siblings eating a freaking burger."

"It's likely," Diana retorted. When she noticed Anne's eyes widening, she quickly added. "No one will force you to get drunk, I know you hate how... uhm– Well, how crazy you get."

"I love drunk Anne!" Cole laughed. "Last time I saw her we were playing truth or dare and she was dared to kiss one of my friends, but then I convinced Josie to change the dare and after that Anne grabbed me by the collar and whispered very loudly. 'Thank you Cole. I actually want to kiss you now' and when I reminded her I was gay, she retorted 'Oh, sorry Gay, I thought you were Cole' "

Diana and Cole chortled, Anne shook her head in horror.

"Drunk me is terrible!"

"No! Only her puns are."

"Can we just get a table, please?"

"Oh!" Diana grabbed her arm, pulling her to a distant corner. "They're here already!"

The next few hours passed way too fast. Anne, finally reunited with her best friends, felt as if she was finally coming back to life.

As Diana had predicted, they decided to go to a bar a few streets down the road from The Orchard. A place their waiter, a young man named Moody and who Anne suspected was the waiter Ruby had feelings for, had recommended to them, casually letting them know that he was going to be there after work with a few of his friends. Ruby practically dragged them to the bar as soon as they paid the bill.

"Bet Ruby ends up declaring her love to that waiter in less than an hour, and ends up spending the rest of the Holidays mourning because she scared him away," Josie whispered audibly to Jane and Anne. The former sniggered and nudged Josie's arm. Anne frowned worryingly towards her friend, really hoping that wasn't the case.

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"Who's ready to lose all memories from whatever happens tonight?" Paul asked loudly over the music, placing a bunch of drinks in front of the group.

The boys answered by chugging down drink after drink, getting clumsier as time went by.

Gilbert was having a blast, most of his days he wishes he could go back to being a teenager, slightly more different than the one he was. One that wasn't all that quiet and reserved and bitter about his dad's fate.

He longed for his lost youth, where he would attend parties and go to prom looking sharp, accompanied by a pretty girl beside him. All those teams and clubs he had to leave to stay home and spend the last days of his father's life next to his bed, all those gatherings he missed with people from other places because he had to get the best grades so one day he could be a doctor, so he could save the people he loved... so he didn't have to live through the uncertainty and the uselessness again.

Tonight he was finally getting that, he could pretend he was still just a boy, a stupid boy who didn't know how to drink and most certainly would end up throwing up half his stomach out of his body, but a happy boy at least.

"You know," He yelled to no one in particular. "Did you know, that you guys are my best friends?"

The boys replied with words of appreciation, patting his back harshly. Charlie even hugged him.

"I mean it!" He continued. "These last few months have been shit. There, I said it. Shit."

"What you need," One of the Pauls said, he wasn't as drunk as Gilbert, but he was definitely almost there. "What you need is to get laid."

The boys erupted into mayhem, agreeing with Paul. All of them except for Gilbert.

He frowned, not understanding what they meant.

"I said I'm not tired," Gilbert shook his head, his whole body losing stability and crashing against Moody, who held him in place as if it was normal to lose your ground while sitting on a chair. "I don't need to lay in bed just yet."

"I meant sex," Paul retorted, chugging down half of what he had in his glass.

"Oh," Gilbert sat back, eyebrows raising as if he'd never thought about it before. "Well, that's different."

"You need a break," Charlie slurred. "Or is the good doctor too much of a saint to touch a strange girl?"

"I'm not," Gilbert huffed, drinking what was left of his drink. "I can have sex. I like sex!"

"But Gilbert, you've never had–" Moody started, but was soon cut off by Gilbert's sudden movement.

The young man stood up, leaning on the table and losing all the color on his face. The rest of the group moved away as Moody grabbed Gilbert by the shoulders and straightened him up.

"Gilbert?" He asked, slightly coming back to his senses.

"Bathroom," He said quietly.

"Alright," Moody gulped. "Be right back, guys. Gilbert needs a moment."

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Anne spent the majority of the night talking with everyone, and the problem with that is that she gets thirsty when that happens. Which is a dangerous thing to be at a bar.

Still, Cole -what a great friend he was- made sure to always keep her glass full so she could take sip after sip without having to wait.

She knew she was far from sober when she found herself in the middle of an argument with Josie and Tillie about zodiac signs. Anne was talkative on the daily, but after a few drinks she was simply unstoppable- There was no soul on earth or heaven that could follow her train of thoughts, and right now she wasn't even sure she was following them herself.

"I have to pee," She said, interrupting her own story and sliding out of their booth to stand up.

"I'll go with you," Ruby said, impatient to have an excuse to stand up and look around for Moody, she'd barely touched her drink all night.

"Okay, but it's not like I need help or anything," Anne rolled her eyes, accidentally stepping on Tillie's foot. "Woops! Sorry, Tillie!"

Cole watched her along with Diana, both raising their glasses and making a silent toast for their friend. Anne was finally having fun after such a dull term and it was simply amusing watching her act so recklessly during her drunken state.

"Don't stay for too long Anne," Ruby warned her. "Last time you fell asleep inside the stall and Diana had to crawl underneath to get you out!"

"It wasn't my fault!" She replied loudly. "I hadn't slept at all that week, and the alcohol makes wonders to my insomnia."

"I think you've had enough for tonight as well," Ruby grinned. "I'll get you a cold glass of water once where back in our table, okay?"

Anne nodded, silently making her way into the girl's toilet. Since it was just one bathroom, Ruby had to stand outside, leaning on the sink and examining her reflection on the mirror. Two men, one dragging the other, walk past her in a rush and opened the boy's bathroom harshly, the one who'd been dragged quickly fell to his knees and started vomiting his guts out.

"Oh my god!" Ruby gasped, covering her mouth in horror. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine," The guy said without turning to see her. "He doesn't drink this much often, that's all."

The young man stood up once he made sure Gilbert was doing fine on his own, not choking or anything, and turn to meet the blonde's eyes.

"Oh," His cheeks reddened. "Hi!"

"Moody!" She exclaimed happily. "You weren't lying, you came here after all!"

"Yeah," He smiled. "We wanted to give our buddy Gilbert a good night before we return home. Now I'm not so sure about it..." He grimaced at hearing his friend's grunts and gags.

"I'm with my friends as well, but I..." Ruby blushed lightly, even that she managed to make enchanting. "If you have time, we could seat together for a moment? Just the two of us?"

"Right now?" Moody asked in surprise.

"Well, no," Ruby peered over his shoulder at the boy's bathroom. "Not if you can't, I see your friend is feeling terrible..."

"He'll recover," Moody brushed it off. "He's studying to become a doctor, you know? I bet he'll see his way out now that the alcohol's out of his system"

"You're sure?" The girl inquired.

"Are you able right now?" Moody looked behind her to see the girl's door. "Were you waiting in line or is one of your friends there?"

"A friend, she's also wasted," Ruby said, pondering her options. "But... I guess if she managed to walk all the way here on her own... she can walk back just fine?"

Moody's smile widened.

"We better go get those drinks, then?"

"Sure!" Ruby exclaimed, holding Moody's wrist and dragging him back to the bar.

A minute after her friend had left, Anne walked out of the toilet, mid-conversation with a Ruby she didn't know was no longer there.

"... and the toilets here are so comfortable, I almost felt tempted to have a nap right there, but a promise is a promise– See, Ruby? I didn't stay for too long!" She looked up to find the spot empty, her confidence falling. "Or perhaps I did..?"

Lightly stumbling her way over to the sink, she focused on washing her hands before going back. Her reflection looked back at her and smiled happily, putting some strands of loose hair behind her ear and failing to notice the boy's door opening.

There was a small slate on her right with the words 'Wash your hands before you leave! :)' written with purple chalk that she found adorable. She picked it up to examine it further when a body clumsily crashed against her side.

"Woops!" The man said, not looking up. "Sorry."

Anne raised her brow for a second before turning her attention back to the slate.

Gilbert washed his face and hands, the world less blurry than before but still awfully intoxicated. Paul's comment came back to him and feeling the girl's presence behind his back he decided it was rather convenient.

"Excuse me," He asked, looking up and facing the girl's reflection. "Can I ask you something?"

It took her a moment to realize he was talking to her, the man kept staring at the mirror instead of turning to face her, but she could sort of see his face under the dim lights looking back at her though, and since she was feeling rather chatty, she obliged.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Do I look like I need sex?"

Anne laughed.

"Dunno, why're you asking?"

"My life sucks," Gilbert shook his head casually. "And I'm about to have the worst hangover ever."

"That makes two of us, dude."

Gilbert tilted his head, turning to see her now, taking in her appearance.

"You would have sex with me?"

"Excuse me," Anne frowned. "I barely know you!"

"Yeah, but am I attractive?"

"It doesn't matter, I wouldn't have sex with a stranger."

"Very well, then imagine that I'm not a stranger," Gilbert rolled his eyes, having to hold on to the corner of the sink so as not to lose his balance. "Would you do it?"

Anne started to imagine, she imagined a great deal so she could give a precise answer.

"Well, I'd have to know your medical records cause I don't wanna get any diseases, and then I'd have to find you likable because looks aren't everything– and if I'm having sex with you I probably want something that lasts–"

"Nevermind," Gilbert snorted. "I think we're both better if we don't have anything at all."

"Why's that?" Anne asked irritatedly, this guy was making no sense to her.

"You overthink a lot and I already do that way too much for my own good," Gilbert explained.

"Oh, so you'd rather take advantage of a dumb girl, is that what you're saying?"

"That's what you're saying," He scoffed. "I only asked if you'd have sex with me in a hypothetical scenario but you rambled on with the rest, Carrots."

"I was giving an honest reply," She stated. "And don't call me, Carrots. You sound like a child."

Gilbert laughed loudly at that.

"Better a child than a grumpy librarian," He walked up to her, grabbed a strand of her hair and pulled lightly, with a taunting voice, he added. "Carrots."

Anne's fingers gripped the slate harder than ever as she flung it to the man's head. It was small and thin, so it didn't cause severe damage, but the slate broke in half with a nasty 'crack' that pleased her a bit too much.

"How dare you!" She yelled in drunk anger. "I don't know who the hell you are, but I'm certain no one would have sex with a jerk!"

She stormed off, giving Gilbert no opportunity to apologize. Although he didn't seem to mind that much at the moment, the things around him spun once more and he had to return to the toilet to vomit what was left of his evening drinks, dreading the following morning.

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Anne, Cole, and Diana returned home with rosy cheeks and loud laughter surrounding them. The trio intoxicated in happiness and many, many margaritas and shots.

"Best night ever!" Anne yelled as she let herself fall on the couch, kicking off her shoes.

"Told you it was going to be fun!" Diana grinned, laying beside her.

"My favorite part was to find Ruby making out with the waiter when I went to ask for the check," Cole cackled. "No wonder why she abandoned you in the bathroom!"

"Don't even tell me about it, I had the most unpleasant encounter–"

"Oh my god!" Diana sat up, looking at her phone with wide eyes. "It's four in the morning! We have to be back in Avonlea in less than eight hours!"

Cole and Anne groaned.

"Can't we have a nap first? We packed all of our things already!" Anne whined.

"Please?" Cole fell on the couch opposite to them. "I'm exhausted!"

"Fine..." Diana sighed. "But I'm certain my mom's gonna kill me for arriving late."

"What can she do? Forbid you to go to their Christmas dinner?" Cole chuckled. "Just sleep, Diana."

"Goodnight, guys."

"Goodnight!"

"Sweet dreams," Anne mumbled, half-asleep.

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autistic-stedebonnet · 5 years ago

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I can’t thing of a title, sorry

Shirbert fic :D

a teeny tiny bit of angst (Anne gets angry at Gilbert)

happy ending because i can’t do sad stuff

sorry that i can’t do the keep reading thing, it doesn’t work on a mobile device and i don’t have another device i can use tumblr on

enjoy! :)

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There were quite a few problems that came with Ms. Stacy being on a two week trip in Toronto. The first being that well... she wasn’t there. The second problem was that they had a substitute. But there was one more. There was nothing particularly wrong with said substitute, in fact, he was quite a fine teacher. While his ways were admittedly, a bit more conservative, his teaching methods weren’t too much unlike Ms. Stacy’s.

And he wasn’t cruel, not at all. He seemed to enjoy having an air of lightheartedness in the classroom, and would never dream of whipping a student.

He was quick to get to know his temporary pupils, and while he didn’t know a whole lot, it only took him a few hours to memorize names and take down notes. For example, the tall raven haired boy and the sharp little redhead were tied for top of the class. He knew to keep an eye on the slightly meaty brunette boy, but the gun he carried on his back gave that away immediately. And he was quick to notice that calling out the small girl in pink in front of the whole class would only result in tears. No, that wasn’t the problem either.

He was kind, witty, a wonderful teacher, and he seemed to truly enjoy his profession. That was not the issue.

And you can’t really blame him for the comment, he’d made a few similar ones in the past, and it resulted in giggles and a moment of red faces, before the classroom returned to normal. “Miss Pye, i would ask you to leave your note writing for after class, I’m sure Mister Andrews can wait 10 minutes.” That was fine. “Moody Spurgeon, while i don’t doubt that Miss Barry’s hair ribbon is very intriguing, I’d encourage you to focus on the lesson.” Once again, no problems.

The problem was, he hadn’t been there long enough to understand the... relationships between the students. He was well aware of Anne and Diana’s friendship, and the fact that Gilbert didn’t seem to be too close to the other boys, but those were the obvious things. Really, you can’t blame him, even Ms. Stacy was still trying to decipher the not so obvious things. But regardless, whoever the blame belonged to, you can’t turn back the clock.

It happened the Wednesday before his departure, a fine spring day. There’d been no incident, aside from Billy Andrews being 20 minutes late. There was less than an hour left and they were nearing the end of a geometry lesson, when he glanced up from the chalkboard.

He sighed quietly and cleared his throat, to no avail. “Mister Blythe, I’d kindly ask you to focus on the lesson, not the back of Miss Shirley’s head. He expected giggling, and for a swift return to their books, but he was sorely mistaken. There was no laughing, and for a moment it seemed Anne’s hair had fallen in front of her beet red face. This was nothing compared to Gilbert however, who had buried his flustered face in his geometry book as if he’d never seen a sphere in his whole life. A quick glance made it quite clear that not a single pupil was focused on geometry. He pinched the bridge of his nose and silently cursed at himself. Looking at the clock, he waved his hand, releasing the students 20 minutes early.

~~~

The flowers were in full bloom that morning, much to Anne’s delight. They were, by far, more interesting than the lesson. And she’d catch up fine, she always did.

She sighed and sank her chin further into her palms, a smile teasing at the edges of her lips. Finally breaking from her daydream, Anne turned to focus on the chalkboard. She’d grown to like the substitute. He wasn’t a kindred spirit like Ms. Stacy, but he’d do fine for two weeks.

She caught herself glancing over at a certain boy ever so often, but she didn’t like him. She was simply making sure he didn’t finish the problem before her. Nothing else. She turned back to her slate, determined not to look at him anymore, for the rest of the day.

And then it happened.

Geometry was not Anne’s finest subject, but she’d MUCH prefer it to this. And to think! She begun to like this man. She would’ve laughed at such a notion, had she not been more embarrassed than she ever had been or ever would be. This, she decided, was the pinnacle of mortification. She was just sure that Gilbert had been thinking of more creative insults based on her hair, because what else would’ve caused... that.

She didn’t notice the fact that she was staring, blank faced and red cheeked, at the front of the classroom. Nor did she notice the wave of the teacher’s hand, or Diana’s hand on her shoulder. But she had to stand up eventually. Or maybe she didn’t. Maybe if she sat there long enough, she’d realize it was all a stupid dream, a nightmare. She pinched herself roughly, about 3 times. Nope, even her wild imagination couldn’t conjure up this.

She’d stood up at some point, she knew that, but only because she was now standing in the coat room. She was vaguely aware of someone attempting to apologize, but she didn’t really hear it clearly.

“Anne?”

That, that was what broke her from her trance. That stupid voice, that sounded just too caring, just too kind. She narrowed her bright eyes up at him, failing to observe how incredibly pink his entire face was. “What.” She practically growled at him, gritting her teeth. “Thinking of more cruel ways to mock my hair?” She sneered at him, quick to mask the glimmer of hope begging to be noticed.

He seemed taken aback, surprised. “What?” He replied, as if offended by her accusation. “No, no of course not, I-“

“I don’t care.” Anne cut him off, hating the fact that she observed the sudden pain behind his eyes. He looked... hurt? No, crestfallen. She shook the thought away. Who was she to care about Gilbert Blythe’s emotions? She turned on her heel and marched out of the school, braids swinging angrily behind her.

Gilbert fought the sudden urge to shoot a glare at the substitute teacher, who was silently packing his things, but backed out to chase Anne down the path. “Anne!”

She sped up her pace, turning into the woods, painfully aware that he’d be beside her soon if she didn’t run. So she did just that. Despite his advantage height-wise, she was swift and nimble, and didn’t find it too difficult to stay ahead of him.

Gilbert gave up when she began running, he wanted desperately to explain, but didn’t think it wise to attempt to rationalize with Anne in this state. He sighed in defeat and began to trudge towards his house.

***

Spring was Gilbert’s favorite season at the moment. With not a single cloud in the sky, the sun was able to peek through the window and trace Anne’s fiery hair in a halo of gold.

Her expression was so intent, so focused, and some might even think it was due to the lesson. The grin she wore told Gilbert otherwise though. Her lips were upturned slightly, and pinker than usual, due to the numerous strawberries she’d eaten at lunch. He wondered if her lips tasted like strawberries. He also wondered how on Earth anyone’s hair could be so breathtaking. Like she’d been crafted from the crimson autumn leaves and wrapped in a snake of fire. Her freckled were like sprinklings of cinnamon, he loved cinnamon.

And he truly didn’t mean to get distracted, or to smile like that. He intended for a quick glance or two, but that failed. He really did blame himself for what the substitute said. The day would’ve gone over fine if he’d been able to focus on the area of a triangle instead. But her hair was so beautiful. And there were leftover petals in it, from the flower crown she’d been wearing that morning. This made him even more sure that she’d been molded from the sun and the sky and the stars that twinkled behind nighttime clouds.

And then he said it. God, why’d he have to say that.

He soon gave up on chasing her through the trees, he didn’t know the area like she did. And besides, Bash and Mary probably needed help with supper.

***

“And she thought i was making fun of her hair?!” Gilbert brought the knife in his hand down furiously, the large potato on the counter victim to his frustrations.

Bash raised his eyebrows. “And what exactly were you doing Blythe.”

Gilbert attempted in vain to seem calm, collected. “N-nothing!” He sputtered.

“So was your teacher suffering from hallucinations?”

“No!” It seemed he was trying to go through both the potato and the cutting board. “Or, yes, no! I had just been...”

“Searching for excuses?”

“Looking out the window! Anne sits very close to the window.”

“Riiight,” Bash mused, grinning. “You weren’t staring at all, not in the slightest.”

Gilbert ignored the comment and continued attacking the cutting board.

***

“The nerve of him!” Anne wasn’t totally sure if she was yelling about the teacher, or Gilbert. “My hair is not a laughing matter.” She decided on Gilbert. She swung her foot at a nearby rock and had the sudden urge to scream when she narrowly missed it. “Really?!” She almost expected the trees to answer her, but wasn’t too shocked when they didn’t.

With a highly dramatic huff, she sat down on a nearby log, splashing mud on her apron. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes but she blinked roughly until they were gone. A small part of her knew that Gilbert wouldn’t mock her hair again, but why else would he be staring at her?

“I’m not going back until that horrid substitute is gone!” She decided, sticking her chin in the air defiantly. “And I actually thought Gilbert was my friend.” She scoffed indignantly and crossed her thin arms over her chest.

“I thought so too.”

Anne leapt up from her spot and yelled in surprise. “What are you doing here!”

Gilbert scratched his neck nervously and focused his gaze on the ground. “Well I was uh, looking for you, to apologize.”

Anne turned until she was directly facing him, her small face rigid with fury. “I don’t need your pity,” she snapped.

“I-I know, I just felt bad-“

“You felt bad huh?” She attempted to gaze at him angrily without staring upwards, a feat which would prove impossible. Anne hated that he genuinely looked sorry, she couldn’t be mad when he was actually sorry.

And she hated how kind his stupid eyes looked. A warm, olive green with flecks of gold and silver, dancing through his irises like stars at twilight. Her face burned as she realized what she’d been doing, and she quickly shook away the thought.

“Yes...” He raised one eyebrow, waiting for the rest of her outburst.

“Well!” Anne hoped that he thought her pink cheeks were from anger, as his obviously were. “I- I don’t, I don’t, I...” She gave up and sank into the grass floor, not even caring enough to shoo away Gilbert as he sat beside her.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“I know,” Anne sniffed quietly.

He looked shocked and fought back a chuckle. “You do?”

“Yea, I guess.” She buried her face further into her arms. “I just needed to blame it on someone, and the substitute is leaving soon.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

Both of them had gotten used to silences. It wasn’t awkward though. It was peaceful, warm... safe. They both knew that it was okay to sit beside each other and not say anything, which was a blessing for Anne, who tended to say things she wished she hadn’t.

When her tears had dried and she could speak without a lump rising in her throat, Anne looked up from her position. “Why... Why were you looking at me?”

That was what made Gilbert’s pale skin turn a shade of red deeper than Anne’s hair. She fought the urge to laugh at the sight.

He stared down at his boots and mumbled something incoherently.

“What?”

All she got was more completely unintelligible muttering.

“Sorry.”

He looked up at her with the same stupid eyes he always used. The same stupid expression that made Anne’s stomach do somersaults. But she did not like Gilbert Blythe. At all. She hated how deep and passionate his eyes were. She despised his sharp jawline and his tender smile that for some reason, no one but her ever saw it. And she absolutely could not stand his intellect and his drive. And she was revolted by the way he made her feel. Like everything was right with the world, but also like her stomach was training to be a trapeze artist.

“No, it’s okay.” She didn’t know how long she’d been staring before he said that, and if anyone ever told her, she’d probably sit in that spot in the woods and never leave, due to sheer humiliation.

“Anne,” He breathed tentatively. “I was looking at you, because, because...”

“Because...?” Anne knew full well the answer she was hoping for, but it was purely poetic. She did not like Gilbert Blythe. Not one bit. It was for the sake of romance, not that she felt romantical about him. She just knew that it would make for good writing material. A tale of a terribly handsome but poor man admitting his feelings for the lovely Princess Cordelia and sinking into the depths of despair upon being horribly rejected. She made a note to attempt to make the character of the man absolutely hideous.

“Anne.” The way he said her name, like it truly was something special, so much better than Cordelia. He said it in a way no one ever had, as if it was the most beautiful word he’d ever hear. But she did not like Gilbert Blythe. Okay, maybe she did, but just as friends.

“Yes?” Anne was afraid to say anything else, afraid she’d say something wrong and scare him off, like she always did. A small part of her knew however, that he’d always come back.

“Anne, I was staring at you because... because...” His eyes searched her pale, freckled face. His eyes. They were so full of love that it could’ve come straight from a fairy tale.

And then it dawned on her. “Oh.” She hesitated, looking down at the ground. “Is this a prank?”

“What? Of- of course not!”

“It has to be. Why would anyone like me?!” She felt like crying, she knew Gilbert teased her, but she never thought he’d go this far. “I’m homely, and skinny and redheaded and freckled and I talk far too much and I talk to trees and, and flowers. And I’m far too outspoken, and I’m-“

“You’re beautiful.”

If she had been able to, Anne would’ve laughed.

Gilbert took a deep breath and gently turned Anne’s chin upwards, making eye contact. “And you’re smart, and creative, and yes you’re different, but that’s why I like you. That’s why I’ve liked you since the moment you smacked me with a slate.”

“That was almost 3 years ago.”

“I know.”

“But Ruby. You could have Ruby if you wanted to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“But she’s pretty and she can cook and she has nice clothes and she’s not... me.”

“Anne.”

“Gilbert.”

The sun was rapidly diving beneath the trees and they both knew it. Matthew and Marilla were probably preparing how to scold Anne when she finally got home, but for some reason, even that didn’t deter either of their gazes.

Anne melted into his eyes that she hated. She choked on salty tears and almost broke down when her raised his thumb to wipe them from her cheeks. Anne liked Gilbert Blythe.

“May I walk you home? Marilla’s probably worried sick.”

Anne nodded and stood up, her knees trembling slightly. She let Gilbert loop his arm through hers and almost began walking.

Why must the girl wait for the boy? If I wanted to kiss a boy, couldn’t I just... kiss him?

“Wait.”

Gilbert furrowed his ever expressive eyebrows in concern. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” Anne set herself into the ground, determined but more nervous than she’d been in her whole life.

Gilbert didn’t have time to laugh at her ridiculous expression before she’d grabbed his chin and pressed her lips against his. Strawberries.

Anne had always dreamed of kisses. She’d never had one and was sure they couldn’t live up to the books. But in that moment she realized that no book could describe this sensation. Maybe it was a universal thing. Maybe it was because it was Gilbert. But she felt so safe and warm and every worry she’d ever had melted away in an instant. She sank into the feeling, letting him pull her closer, resting one hand on his jawline and the other on the nape of his neck, his raven curls brushing against her knuckles. At first she was afraid she’d made a horrible mistake, but then he’d kissed her back and everything was more than ok.

When they finally pulled apart, neither was fully aware of how long it’d lasted. It could’ve been mere seconds, or perhaps years.

Gilbert traded his longing look for a smirk, and grabbed her slender hand, intertwining it with his own. “Good luck with Ruby.”

Anne winced, just now realizing that she’d have to deal with that. “Oh would you let me be happy for 5 seconds, please.”

“Deal.”

They made it to Green Gables far sooner than either would’ve liked and Anne almost let go of his hand to race up to the house, but he didn’t let go.

“I feel like I should explain to Matthew and Marilla.”

“And you think the first thing they want to see upon me returning home almost two hours late is you holding my hand?”

Gilbert chuckled and scratched his neck. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Well then, Bash and Mary are waiting.” She raised her eyebrows. “Gilbert.”

Before she could protest, he leaned down and gave her a quick, mischievous kiss, before waving and sauntering down the dirt road. “Gilbert!” She cried, trying to sound scandalized beneath her foolish grin.

Maybe that substitute wasn’t so bad after all.

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dryadsbubbles · 6 years ago

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Don’t Forget It

A little Modern Day University Shirbert to tie you over until the finale lol. Technically it goes with this post but you can also read it as a stand alone it doesn’t really matter.

For context (if you’re interested), the idea spurred from this scene in Brooklyn Nine Nine.

(ao3 link)

Anne sighed and flopped down onto her couch. Vocab words and definitions swam through her head.

“I don’t think I can study for another second today.” She sighed defeatedly.

“Well good. Because I can’t either.” Gilbert said, following her into the living room of her apartment.

They had been reviewing for almost 4 hours together in Anne’s bedroom. Despite the fact that they only shared one class together, they had learned that they both enjoyed sitting in companionable silence while doing their schoolwork. Sometimes Anne would quiz Gilbert using his flashcards and other times Gilbert would read and edit Anne’s pages and pages of papers. But most of the time, like today, they would just sit beside one another, enjoying the company, while stuffing their brains with as much knowledge as they could fit.

“Why don’t I go make us some popcorn? And then we can catch up on The Bachelorette episode that we missed last week.” Gilbert suggested.

Anne smiled appreciatively and Gilbert took that as his cue to head into the kitchen and begin his preparations.

While he was gone, Anne took a minute to reflect on how much their friendship had grown since that first fateful day in the coffee shop. In the beginning it was just a few texts back and forth, asking about homework questions or notes, and then it somehow progressed into studying at the library together, and then later, hanging off campus, without any textbooks or assignments in sight. Now, less than two months after they had met, laying on her couch and watching stupid reality shows (currently their favourite was The Bachelorette but Keeping Up With the Kardashians was a close second) together had become a regular thing. Anne couldn’t pinpoint how or when they became so close, all she knew was that she was more comfortable around him than she was around anyone else that she ever knew. She didn’t know what it was about him- maybe it was the way that he always made sure that she had eaten dinner when he knew she was too stressed out to think about food, or the way he always seemed to know when she wanted to talk about what was bothering her and when she wanted to be distracted- but being friends with him had just felt...right. She could now confidently say that he had become one of her best friends.

Anne was startled out of her thoughts by Gilbert placing a bowl of popcorn and a steaming cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of her.

He took his rightful place at the opposite end of the couch than her so that she could stretch her legs out and tuck her toes under his thighs. Her toes were always desperately cold that over the several weeks that they spent together, they had come to some unspoken agreement that Anne would always warm her toes up under his legs. Gilbert smiled at her and gave the tops of her feet a soft pat before reaching for the remote and starting the episode.

Two hours, a bowl of popcorn, and one rose ceremony later, Gilbert clicked off the TV and looked at Anne.

“I can’t believe she chose him over the other guy.” Gilbert said, disbelievingly.

“What do you mean?” Anne argued. “He was way better than the other guy.”

“You just like him because he’s hot.”

Anne gasped.

“Gilbert Blythe, you take that back.” She said, sitting up to whack his shoulder repeatedly with the pillow that was under her head. “I do not base my opinion of someone on their looks and you know that.”

Gilbert laughed, reaching his hand out to block the assaults.

“Anne, I’m kidding! I’m kidding! Of course I know that” He continued to chuckle as he finally grabbed a hold on the pillow and threw it back at her.

“You’d better be.” Anne huffed, good naturedly.

She then moved to start tidying up the dishes that sat on the table. Gilbert also stood up, raising his hands above his head and stretching out his back that was stiff from sitting in one position for too long.

“Well, I should probably get going. Bash and Mary want to leave for their date night around 7 tonight. Are you sure you don’t want to come and watch Delly with me?”

“No, I wish I could. I have to work tonight, remember?”

“Oh right. You already told me that.” Gilbert blinked in recollection.

“Yes I know, Dear.” Anne said, patting his cheek in mock affection.

Anne moved her way into the kitchen with the dishes as Gilbert went to pack up his things that were still in Anne’s room. She heard him shuffling around the front door with his jacket on by the time that she spotted his wallet on the kitchen counter.

“Okay, Anne. I’m on my way out, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Gilbert called from the entrance.

“Gil, wait!” Anne exclaimed, grabbing his wallet and rushing to the front door to catch him before he left.

She found him still standing by the door, with his hand on the handle, head twisted towards her expectantly.

Anne tucked the wallet and both of her hands behind her back before saying slyly, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Gilbert furrowed his eyebrows and paused, confused. Slowly, he took his handle off the doorknob and turned to face her.

“Uh...I...uhh.” He said, clearly unsure of what she meant.

He took a few tentative steps towards her until he was right in front of her. He then leaned down and placed a hesitant kiss on her cheek. Rising back up to his full height, he looked at her questioningly.

Anne’s cheeks went red but she laughed it off.

“No, I, uh, I meant you forgot your wallet.” She giggled, holding out the wallet to him.

“Oh. Oh! I’m sorry, Anne. I was really confused. I truly had no idea what you meant. I don’t know why my brain decided on a goodbye kiss. I didn’t mean-”

“Gil,” Anne reassured. “It’s really okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Gilbert smiled in relief before waving goodbye and making his exit.

Anne took a breath once the door clicked shut. Her cheeks were still on fire and she couldn’t figure out why. She shakily raised her fingers up to where she could still feel his lips from moments before. She didn’t know why she was acting this way, this was normal, right? Best friends kiss each other on the cheek all the time. She couldn’t even count how many times she had kissed Diana. It shouldn’t be a big deal, it was what best friends do.

Then why was this so much different?

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hannahsmulti · 5 years ago

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The Answers // Shirbert One Shot

Story summary: Anne has these terrible flashbacks about her past life at a new family and Gilbert helps her through it

Based on the song The Answers by Emery Kelly, I suggest listening to the song because it’s good that it made me think of season 1 anne for some reason 😂😂

*****

You don’t have to be afraid

You don’t have to be the one who ashamed

Anne was walking towards school as it was her 3rd week of school in Avonlea. So far anne has been tormented by everyone around her except for one

Gilbert Blythe

Of course ruby Gillis had dibs on him but Anne didn’t really care and so did Gilbert

Anne was in school minding her own buisness when Josie Pye said something to ruby.

“No wonder she doesn’t have nice things,” said Josie as she was gossiping to ruby, ruby looked at Josie confused

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you know, at her last family they treated her like a indentured servant, I wouldnt be caught dead if I wore my grandmothers curtains,” laughed Josie

Anne who’s seatedin front of the two girls tried her best to contain her temper. After what happened with mr phillips on her second day of school she tried her best not to do it again, Diana Anne’s best friend placed a hand on her shoulder

“You must ignore her Anne she’s trying to get under your skin,” said Diana

Anne nodded her head and went back to what she was doing

The answers

Anne was packing her things to go home, when she heard the girls talk except for Diana who wasn’t with them

I mean I don’t see what Gilbert sees in her, it’s always like she’s zoneing out all the time,” said Josie as she was holding a crying ruby

After Anne has heard about the bad talk from Josie she ran out the school house crying,

“Anne wait!” Said a voice as he followed behind her

Listen up remember you are not alone

Don’t forget that you are loved and have a home

Never doubt that nobody cares and somebody knows

That you won’t fail remember you are not alone

Anne was running towards the woods as she placed her self in front of the tree crying her eyes out

“What’s wrong with me? Why don’t anybody like me?” Cried Anne

Gilbert Blythe who was a half mile from Anne heard her and came up to her

“I’m sorry about Josie Pye she didn’t have the right to say that!” Said Gilbert

“Are you alright?”

“I don’t know I’m seem like I’m not welcome here,” said Anne

“Your definitely welcome here what makes you say that?” Asked Gilbert as he placed his arm around Anne cradling her to make her feel better

“You know why!” Said Anne as she was wiping her tears “everyone hates me!”

“Diana doesn’t hate you and neither do I,”

After Gilbert said that Anne sniffled

“You really mean it?” Asked Anne

“Definitely,” said Gilbert “now wipe your face off that’s not a good picture on a pretty face,” said Gilbert as he stroked Anne’s cheek making Anne blush

***hopefully that was good!***

~Hannah

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carrotsofavonlea · 6 years ago

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shirbert + Anne coming to his house to try and get back to normal and learning about John's room / them comforting each other over their families

Back to normal

Gilbert had been acting weird the past few days since their trip to Charlottetown. He seemed troubled, a lot more serious and stern than the usual light-hearted air he had about him.

At the end of the day, he would hurriedly pack away his things, not even bothering to look in her direction before he left.

All she could think of was how she had snapped at him. He'd said it was "fine" but it didn't seem fine. It had been uncalled for, but she had been nervous and didn't mean to snap at him. Maybe if she could explain to him, he'd understand. Lately they'd been quite friendly, and she'd hate to lose a friend.

Anne offered to take over some baked goods to Mary, but secretly she was formulating her speech to give to Gilbert. How she was sorry and she hoped they were still friends.

But when she knocked on the door, Gilbert was the one to answer throwing her off. She had hoped it would be Mary, and then she could build up to seeing Gilbert.

He furrowed his brows, clearly not excited to see her. "Can I help you?"

She had been so busy trying to work out why he was looking at her like that that she hadn't noticed she'd been staring. "Uh, I brought over these for Mary. And Bash, and you." She quickly added.

He took the basket slowly, "Thanks."

After she didn't immediately leave, he gave in and offered her tea. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes please. I actually needed to talk to you."

He stepped aside and allowed her to enter. As she did so, she noticed the first door on the left had been left open. She hadn't meant to spy, but inside it looked like the room had been emptied in a hurry. Gilbert saw where she was looking and quickly shut the door.

"Was that your dad's room?"

He nodded.

"What happened in there? Were you clearing his stuff out?"

"Not me." He said bitterly. "I don't want to talk about it."

She nodded, but added, "You know you can always talk to me, right? I know I haven't exactly been a good friend lately but there was a reason. You see I was just nervous about my journey, and I know that's no excuse for why I acted rude to you. I'm sorry. Maybe things can go back to normal now?"

"Back to normal?" There was an unfamiliar coldness in his eyes. "You've proven time and time again you don't need me around."

"I wasn't...I do. You're my friend, Gilbert. I'm sorry I haven't acted like it but there are things going on in my life."

"You're not the only one with problems."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She folded her arms indignantly. How dare he. All she wanted was to apologise. She thought they'd grown passed this, but once again they were back to where they started: arguing.

"It doesn't matter." His voice was harsh, so un-Gilbert.

"Then you can tell me!" She raised her voice slightly, annoyed that he was being so evasive when she was just trying to help.

"My dad's things were stolen!" He shouted, staring intensely at her. "Is that what you wanted to know?"

She shrunk back, a horrible feeling in her gut. "Gilbert… I'm so sorry, I…" but she didn't know what else to say. There was nothing to really make it better.

"His pocket watch...his medal from the war…" Gilbert's face had softened, but not to that usual look he gave Anne. It made his face look so young but so old at the same time. Tired and vulnerable, but almost as if he'd lost all hope. "The last things I had of him, just gone. Even my mother's ring. It was supposed to be mine one day when…"

He trailed off, looking into Anne's eyes. She felt her heart aching for him. Her secret mission to find her family had made her act out, but she realised that Gilbert's own troubles were causing him stress too. Maybe they should have spoken to each other sooner, instead of allowing this coldness to build once more between them.

She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him. He froze for a second, before slowly wrapping his arms around her as well, hiding his head against her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm even worse a friend than I thought. I shouldn't have just assumed…" she said softly, still hugging him. They'd never hugged before, but it was nice. Comforting.

"I shouldn't have snapped at you either." He seemed much calmer now. "Maybe I'm not so good as friend either."

They laughed a little, before Anne finally pulled back to look him in the eyes. "Can we promise to tell each other what's bothering us from now on to avoid all this... uneasiness?"

He nodded, that smile returning to his face. "I'd like that."

"Maybe I can start by telling you why I'm going to Charlottetown?"

Anne was happy things seemed to be getting back to normal, whatever that meant. He took her towards the kitchen and they spent the afternoon discussing Anne's journey and Gilbert explaining what had happened with Elijah. He didn't bring up Miss Rose, but something inside him told him it wasn't the right time. Not until he figured out his own heart.

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milsedits · 6 years ago

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♡ if u save

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lovelysilence14 · 6 years ago

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Anne with an E 3x07 - Okay, WOW!

What an episode! This episode has so much drama jam packed in it, both good and bad. Like, wow! Where to start?

Josie and Anne’s paper

First off, let me say that even I felt that slap Josie gave Anne after her article went viral. I mean, yes, one can argue that Anne deserved it. (I don’t see how, but some people probably feel that way. At least in the episode, that was clear. Even Anne herself eventually.) But, still.

I do wonder how Anne ruined her reputation in her article? If her name wasn’t ever mentioned and Anne only talked about women and equal rights, why would Josie feel that her name was tarnished in the paper? If she hadn’t run out in tears, it seems like no one would have realized it was her. Can someone explain this to me?

Was it really necessary of her to also insult her and call her trash? But, I guess with all the pressure she was feeling from her parents (who of course blamed HER for Billy touching her) and all the understandable anger she was dealing with, Anne was just in the wrong place and at the wrong time. And her target.

And thank god for Gilbert standing up for Anne with all the other kids were blaming Anne for the newspaper all but being shut down. I was getting really annoyed with them saying Anne should have just kept quiet and DESERVED her punishment. (Did Moody really have to say Anne ruins everything with her creativity? Like, REALLY?!)

As Gilbert rightfully brought out, the girl who was assaulted could have been ANY of them and it was only in Anne’s nature to stand up for said person. Was that wrong of her to do?

And who was going to dispute Anne’s rightful statements about how women do have value without men in their lives? Even women against Anne’s stand can’t disagree with her statement that women have VALUE without men.

DIANA

Oh my god. Diana... we have seen a whole new side to you.

Okay, out of all the moments in the episode, her fight scene with Anne had my heart twisting like a knife got stabbed into it. Like... OUCH!!!

We have always seen Diana and Anne like one heart, each completing the other. But honestly, everything Anne said made sense to me. I can’t disagree with her thinking.

One, Anne was right that Jerry deserved better treatment than what Diana was giving him. I did wonder why Diana hadn’t mentioned her relationship with Jerry to Anne. I thought it was basic fear of how she’d react and, that was technically right.

Diana admitted she only wanted a FLING with Jerry and KNEW Anne would be mad.

Like, really Diana? You only wanted to use him to get that first love thrill out of your system? You’re embarrassed of him because you know he doesn’t fit in with your wealthy class family? That’s why you want to keep things on the down low until you leave town and leave HIM behind as well?

Seriously, that’s how you see things?

And how can Anne not compare those feelings to their friendship? How is Anne any different than Jerry in those social class terms? Who’s to say even a tiny SHRED of Diana won’t be embarrassed by Anne if she were to take a walk with our beloved red head through HER world with rich people just like her family?

I don’t blame Anne for feeling that way. I’d be thinking the same thing as well. If she feels that way about HIM who’s to say she doesn’t feel that way about ME as well?

And her remark about how Anne’s tragic life? Like, compared to YOU and everyone else in Avonlea, yeah - Anne DID have it a lot worse. I get though that Diana likely doesn’t see that given her sheltered life.

I have a friend who also has such a viewpoint. She grew up highly sheltered and nothing bad really happened to her. She had a good life and childhood. I mean, good for her on that. But, it has impaired her ability to sympathize with people who DIDN’T have a good life like she did. Whenever we talk about friends or someone who is going through something bad and their struggling reaction to it, she doesn’t understand why they’re acting that way. She thinks they simply put themselves in a bad situation and need to “move on”. Like, it’s NOT that easy.

But, seriously. That fight RIPPED MY HEART OUT. Of course they have to take away Diana and Anne’s solid friendship. I seriously give the actresses credit for their acting skills though. Like... DAMN, my heart!

And poor Jerry. He really liked Diana and wanted a real relationship with her. Only to find out she didn’t truly like him enough to even tell ANNE, her best friend, about their secret romance. His crestfallen expression poked a needle in my chest.

Gilbert and Anne

And all of you guys were mad with him for seemingly not caring last weekend! Haha. :) What did we tell you? He’d make up for it in the follow up episode and HE DID!

Anne was the only one who stood up for Josie, and Gilbert was the only one who stood up for Anne.

Okay, yes. Diana and Miss Stacy did have Anne’s back where it counted. But no one spoke up for Anne like Gilbert did in the classroom scene. He was the one who got everyone to change their mind about shunning Anne and turn the angry tide back in her favor.

And YES. An episode were Shirbert is smooth and steady again!

That porch scene... I REALLY thought Anne/Gilbert were going to kiss for a solid second there. But then I knew Anne wasn’t the type of person to just kiss another girl’s boyfriend and so when she broke the moment, I wasn’t surprised.

The way he was just gazing at her in the house and then on the porch? MY HEART!!!

And that kiss TOTALLY would have happened if Gilbert didn’t get involved with Winnifred. The way he was looking at her and her at him? It was going to happen if it hadn’t been for his already technical girlfriend. CONVINCE me otherwise!

The way Anne brought her up in order to kill the moment when likely realizing he’d end up kissing her if she didn’t? Saying how lucky Winnifred is and subtly being like, “Uh, your girlfriend?” Gilbert’s face was a total, “Who? Oh, right. My girlfriend!”

Then the thoughtful look on his face as she walked away, you know he’s starting to finally realize what Mary/Bash were TRULY talking about.

Mary told him to only marry for love. REAL love. And Bash said to know the difference between artificial attraction and genuine LOVE. You can tell the difference between his scenes with Winnifred and Anne. The way he looks at Anne is NOTHING like how he looks at Winnifred or other girls.

Seeing him realize that a bit during the fair dance scene would have been a great point, but - oh well.

I REALLY hope we see him accept his feelings for Anne by the end of the season! Honestly, I’d be THRILLED if the season ended with Anne and Gilbert kissing each other and simply staring at each other in amazement. If we don’t get a season 4, I’d be MAD as HELL if we didn’t a SINGLE kiss between them.

Think we’ll get that kiss by the end of the season folks?

I remember reading Moira say that for her whole plot line to fully pan out she would need 5 seasons for the show. Think that can happen?

I hope so!

Either way, I really wonder what’s going to happen now.

And that ending scene! Does EVERY episode have to end on a low and painful note? THEY’RE BURNING DOWN THE SCHOOL? REALLY?!?!

Talk about throwing the mother of all tantrums!

#anne with an e #anne and gilbert #shirbert #anne shirly cuthbert #my heart!

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Omg if you're willing can we get some fake dating shirbert?

I got this idea based off of a post that @anneshirleywasmychildhood reblogged about a week ago. That’s all I’ll say 😉! Hope you enjoy! (Rated S for smoochin!)

..We Burn Daylight..

It was during seasons of change that Anne was grateful for moments of familiarity. The sound of Marilla’s feet padding along the kitchen floor always brought with it the lingering scent of something fresh to eat. The sunflowers grew so tall out in the garden that they looked like a group of laughing women bathing in the afternoon light.

The changing of the seasons was dandelion wine - bitter and sweet on the tongue, soothing to the soul when time had passed. Anne supposed she was the only one who knew she was drinking it.

Well, and one other person, who was drinking it along with her.

“Gilbert, you are by far the most punctual young man I’ve ever met,” Marilla’s voice rang from the doorway. “You certainly inherited your father’s good manners.”

Anne, who’d been burying her face into a cluster of Mayflowers on her windowsill, perked her ears at the sound of Gilbert’s name. Anyone directly beneath the room would have heard Anne scurry across the room as nearing the threshold for a race, but she paused the in the doorway collecting herself. She wasn’t sixteen anymore. She couldn’t sprint to the pace of her heart as she used to in the days of her girlish youth. Thus she descended the stairs with all the coolness that an eighteen-year-old should have, hoping her face wouldn’t give her away.

“- and I assure you, Miss Cuthbert, that if you ever need to borrow them again, all you need do is say the word.” Gilbert’s hazel eyes fixed to Anne as she appeared behind Marilla, filling with subtle delight. “Hello Anne.”

“Hello Gil,” replied Anne, matching his polite, cordial tone. He was a much better actor than she was, able to tear his gaze away and resume his conversation as if it hadn’t been interrupted at all.

“As I said, Miss Cuthbert, that’s what neighbors are for,” he continued. Anne, on the other hand, felt as if her secret was one the edges of her lips, ready to burst out without a moment’s notice.

“At least let me send Anne to help you carry all those milk jugs home,” Marilla supplied.

“I can manage,” Gilbert said.

“Oh, I don’t mind!” Anne broke in, perhaps a touch too eagerly. Gilbert’s brow shot up, causing the redhead to grab hold onto herself. “I’m in the mood for a walk up the road, anyhow.”

“Come to think of it, I have been cooped up in the house all day packing for Redmond. Perhaps an afternoon ramble would do me good,” he said.

They walked in near silence, neither knowing quite what to say. Gilbert had two galvanized metal milk cans on his shoulders, Anne with one tucked underneath her arm. She could feel her pulse bumping along the insides of her wrist and underneath her breast, but if Gilbert was thus preoccupied, he didn’t seem it.

Marilla was gone now. Why was he still…

“Would you like to take the path through the woods and see if any of the leaves have begun to turn yet?” he asked into the quiet air.

“That sounds nice,” Anne replied, wondering if her precious, beloved secret had only been a dream.

Then, in a tone that sounded as if he were commenting on the weather, he said, “I think we’re far enough away that she can’t see us from the window.”

Anne’s mind went fuzzy.

“Huh?”

Without response, Gilbert dropped his milk cans in a patch of roadside weeds and sprinted off in the direction off a small clearing at the foot of the valley. He tossed a saucy look over his shoulder, sending chills down to Anne’s toes.

“Gilbert Blythe! What has gotten into you?” she laughed, chucking her own milk can near his. Wading after him through the waist high grass as if they were ocean waves, she followed him with delighted laughter. Yesterday hadn’t been a dream, after all.

Gilbert paused when they’d sunk out of view of the road, caught Anne’s hand, and pulled her under the shade of a billowing willow tree. He was before her in moments, closing in closer and closer to her until her back was pressed against the textured bark. Biting her lip in delight, Anne took in all the sweet smells of him. The leaking light through the branches lit up his own tiny freckles, trickled across the apples of his cheeks like translucent grains of sand. He lowered his face closer and closer, until all she could see where his lovesick hazel eyes asking silent permission. She nodded, nudging her nose with his to welcome him in.

He accepted the opportunity eagerly, taking hold of her waist and kissing her with such affection that Anne felt like gold was melting through her. Her hands searched for purchase, clinging to the first thing they could find - his overalls. This only pulled him closer, and he caught himself with a hand on the bark next to her head.

“Pretending is going to be harder than I thought,” Gilbert said, pressing kisses to her cheeks between words. Anne’s stormy eyes turned crystal blue and fell shut at how loved she felt.

It was all so new. Just yesterday they’d exchanged tender confessions, cleared away years old misunderstandings, and shared their first kiss. But they’d also decided to keep everything a complete secret…For now, at least. I want to keep falling in love with you on our own terms, Anne had said. Without judgement from those Avonlea ladies or our friends, just you and me for as long as we want. Then when the time is right, we’ll court publically and Avonlea can have their say. That sounded like a marvelous idea to Gilbert, who agreed instantly.

Pretending like there was nothing between them might’ve been hard, but it opened the door for moments of privacy like this.

Gilbert captured her lips a few more times before pulling back and pressing his forehead to hers.

“I thought for sure I was going to jump right into your arms the second I saw you,” Anne confessed.

“Me too, darling, me too!” Gilbert said, running his fingers over the top of her hair. Anne shivered at how wonderful his touch felt, but pushed him back with a gentle hand so that he could look her square in the face.

“You were such a good actor that I thought everything was just a lingering dream I’d had in the night.”

“Thankfully, it was not,” Gilbert said tenderly, thumbs grazing over the dimples of her cheeks. “I’m still trying to navigate this new delight.”

“What do you mean?”

Gilbert’s smile tilted down toward the ground, but he met her gaze through his timid, long lashes.

“Only that I’ve been pining after you for so long that I don’t know what to do with myself now that we’re actually together. I’m afraid I’ll frighten you with how much I want to kiss you.”

Anne, however, was never frightened. She trusted Gilbert beyond even his understanding, and loved him just as much. To prove it, she mustered up the courage to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Gilbert swayed toward her, expression drunk off of his own tender affection. She rose herself to the balls of her feet and let her lips fall onto his.

This kiss was different than other ones she’d seen it person. It moved with intensity, it made tangible her own desire, and nearly knocked the poor man off his feet. For once, Anne felt like every woman wanted - desired, powerful, cared for.

“I’m not afraid,” she vowed against his lips.

When she broke away, Gilbert leaned his face to the underside of her jaw so tentatively, it felt like butterfly wings were brushing against her.

“Is this okay?” he whispered against her skin. His breath came hot against a sensitive spot on her neck and Anne caught a whimper in her throat.

“Yes,” she breathed. Before his lips landing on her skin, he wove his arms all the way around her waist until she was pressed firmly against him. When he kissed her throat, she tilted her chin up and let out a blissful laugh. “Very okay.”

Gilbert had barely kissed a woman, let alone in his way. He’d only walked in on Bash kissing Mary like that once several years ago after they first got married, but he found the actual act of his different than he expected. Anne’s skin beneath his lips was soft than silk and smelled like soap. The more she reacted - hands weaving into his hair, sweet sighs leaving her lips - the more he relaxed and let his instincts lead him.

It felt like he worshipped her for days, finding new spots around her that begged to be kissed. And when it was over, Anne turned him so his back was against the tree and she could return the favor. Return it she did, tasting the hollow of his throat and biting ever so gently into a spot that made him keen to her. After this particular display of affection, she stepped back.

“You probably think me very unladylike,” she murmured.

Gilbert, who had his eyes closed and head pressed against the tree, looked down at her and shook his head.

“Not at all, my love,” he exhaled with a forced laugh, trying to regain his balance. “That was devastating and wonderful and I look forward to similar occurrences in the very near future.”

“But we should probably get those cans back to your house before Marilla wonders where I’ve gone off to.”

Gilbert groaned and dropped his head onto her shoulder. He took her into his arms, eliciting a tempted sigh from the redhead pressed to his chest.

“Let’s stay like this for a few more minutes,” he suggested.

“Gil,” Anne protested.

“Hours then?”

“Gil!”

“Fine,” he lamented, pulling back and taking her hand. “Tomorrow let’s go to the beach before the water gets too cold.”

“I like the sound of that.”

When they came back to the road and collected the milk cans, they were just in time for the Andrew’s family to drive by. On the surface, they were just friends again, two kindred spirits ambling through the sunset countryside. Gilbert tipped his hat to Mr. Andrews, all traces of his lovesickness gone. But Anne knew when he reached over and gave her hand a squeeze that it hadn’t gone away completely and it never would.

~End~

You never said I couldn’t do reverse fake dating! Let me know how you liked it! ♥ Thanks for the prompt, anon!

#anne of green gables #anne with an e #shirbert #probably the sappiest thing you'll read today #and possibly ever!#tessa writes #more like tessa indulges bc this is SO INDULGENT #maybe this is my heart trying to tell me that this season they'll share the first of a lifetime of kisses.#Anonymous #asks and answered #drabbles

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