ladybugs12

[ladybugs12]

Thinking about ...

Bartender by night, college student by day reader , trying to keep your head down in a city that never sleeps and never forgives. One night, as you’re locking up the bar, you find a man collapsed in the alley. At first, you think he’s dead… until he groans and rolls over—and you see that blue bird symbol.

Nightwing. The vigilante. Bleeding out in your alley.

You panic. You want to call someone. But he stops you—weakly gripping your wrist, muttering “No hospitals.” So you do the only thing you can: drag him upstairs to your tiny apartment above the bar, and stitch him up yourself.

You think it’ll be a one-time thing. It isn’t.

(He is so fine oml)

[ladybugs12]

Wait ok so imagine like Reader is like a rebellious girl in Avonlea and shes friends with Anne and Cole and Diana and shes lived there her whole life but shes also always been close with Gilbert and they’re in love with each-other but they haven’t confessed yet and Gilbert sees her hanging out with Cole and Cole like puts her hair behind her ear or smth bc they’re rlly good friends and Gilbert doesn’t know that and he like throws up and reader comforts him at his house and they confess to each other and start courting

It has been years since I actually wrote something for tumbler but I recently saw this and even though it has been forever I thought I would do something again! Sorry to anyone who wanted me to write again.

I wrote the first one when I had just watched Anne with an E for the first time and couldn't take Gilbert out of my head haha. 

Ps. I used your idea, but I didn't really run with the sick Gilbert idea much.

Much love <3

Warning: Jealousy, some angst, fluff, Gilbert is a bit insecure, slight gossip?, not proofread

Y/N had always been a free spirit. Though she was raised alongside Diana due to their mothers' close friendship and shared social standing, Y/N never fit the mold of the typical Avonlea girl. While Diana stuck to etiquette and charm school, Y/N climbed trees, helped with farm work—especially at the Blythe farm—and refused to follow what society deemed "ladylike."

She had grown up learning piano with Diana, yes, but she also lied to her parents about studying with Gilbert just to spend more time helping him out on the farm, particularly when his father grew ill. That part of her life had always made her feel more real, more alive.

So it’s no surprise she was thrilled when Cole returned to school. Like her, he didn't quite agree with the expectations placed on him, though he pushed back more quietly. His sweet nature and shared frustrations made it easy for Y/N to connect with him—and, with her help, Diana soon followed. But Cole’s growing family troubles meant he was in and out of school, and neither Y/N nor Diana could do much. Their families disapproved of the bond forming between them and someone of Cole's lower social standing.

That’s when Anne came into the picture. She and Diana became fast friends while Y/N spent most of her time at the Blythe household, helping Gilbert cope with his father’s illness and catching him up on schoolwork. But once Y/N met Anne, it was as if they’d known each other forever. There was something about Anne that understood her in a way no one else had. Anne's presence was a breath of fresh air amidst the storm swirling through Y/N's life.

When Gilbert’s father passed away and he decided to leave Avonlea in search of something greater, Y/N was heartbroken. But his absence gave her the space to focus on the parts of her life she’d been neglecting—her friendships, her studies, her sense of self. They still wrote to each other, though. At first often. Then slowly, the letters dwindled. As Cole returned to school and Gilbert's locations became harder to track, Y/N began to understand: he was doing what he loved. He might not come back.

Until one day—he did.

In that classroom, when their eyes met again, Y/N felt a rush she hadn't expected. It was the same feeling she’d get reading his letters late at night, the same feeling she pushed away over and over. But she didn’t know what to do with it. Her family never talked about feelings—especially ones like these—so she buried them, just like always. And in doing so, she pushed him away.

Romance had become the talk of the class. Walking home with a boy could start rumors. And that was just more reason to avoid Gilbert—especially when he was suddenly looking for any excuse to be around her again.

Gilbert, of course, was confused. He knew they’d grown apart, but he was trying. He wanted to rebuild the closeness they once shared, but she wouldn’t let him.

Then came the day he spotted her at the bookshop in the city. Without thinking, his feet moved toward her.

“Hey, Y/N. I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, catching his breath as he studied her features.

“Gilbert!” she said, surprised. “I could say the same.”

“I was picking up a few things—getting ready to start the farm up again,” he said with a grin, soaking in the moment of finally talking to her again like old times.

She looked away, clearly searching for an excuse to leave. “Oh. Right… the farm.”

What Gilbert didn’t see was how warm her cheeks had turned, or how her stomach fluttered with that familiar but frustrating feeling.

“What do you have there?” he asked, trying to keep her attention.

“Oh! This? Cole recommended it… it’s a romance,” she said quietly, glancing down at the book.

He caught that. Y/N knew Gilbert wasn’t stupid. She remembered reading in one of her mother’s old etiquette books that a subtle way to show interest was to imply what you were looking for. Was she doing that?

She looked up and saw his face—his cheeks flushed too, but his eyes looked… angry? Annoyed? It was a look she’d only seen on him once or twice before.

“Are you—” she began, but he cut her off.

“I should go. Bash is waiting for me,” he said, almost too quickly.

“Oh. Right…” she mumbled, watching him leave.

What were you thinking? you scolded yourself all the way home. He's Gilbert Blythe. Why would he ever be interested in you? That look he gave you—it had to be rejection, didn’t it?

Meanwhile, Gilbert was going through his own storm. Was she blushing because of Cole? Did she like Cole? Her parents wouldn’t approve… right? And what kind of man recommends a girl a romance novel unless he’s interested?

His head spun with thoughts he couldn’t make sense of—until Bash found him lying awake that night, unable to sleep. After some reluctant talking, Gilbert came to realize what he’d already known deep down: he didn’t just care for Y/N. He was in love with her.

Y/N, on the other hand, wanted to disappear from embarrassment. The idea of even looking Gilbert in the eye made her stomach churn. She had to tell someone. She needed to get it out. So she confided in Cole. Not Diana, not Anne—she didn’t want it to become something bigger than it was.

Cole understood. He didn’t ask too many questions. He just listened. And that comfort drew them even closer. They began spending more time together. Walking home alone a few times. Y/N hated that society turned every boy-girl friendship into something romantic. She wasn’t going to let that limit her anymore.

But of course, the change didn’t go unnoticed. Especially not by Gilbert.

The breaking point came one day after school when a group stayed behind to help clean up. Gilbert was wiping the windows when he saw her—sitting with Cole outside, laughing at something he doubted was even funny. Then, her hair fell slightly out of her bun, and without hesitation, Cole tucked the strand behind her ear.

Gilbert felt sick. He couldn’t take it.

He dropped everything and stormed out of the school, catching Y/N’s attention instantly.

“Gilbert!” she called, noticing the pain on his face. He didn’t even look back.

She turned to Cole.

“Go after him,” he said.

“Me?” she asked, stunned.

“Yes!” he nodded, encouraging her.

“Okay!” she grabbed her bag and ran.

“Gilbert, wait up!” she called, chasing him down. He didn’t stop.

“Hey! What’s the matter?” she asked, finally reaching for his sleeve, forcing him to turn around.

“Cole is the matter!” he blurted out.

She froze.

“You hate Cole?” she asked, confused.

“No!” he said quickly, then sighed. “You said we couldn’t walk together anymore because it would be improper. But you walked home with Cole yesterday,” he said, the doubt heavy in his voice.

She looked down, caught. “I just thought…”

She paused, too afraid to admit that she pushed him away because she didn’t want just friendship. So she deflected.

“Why does that even matter?” she challenged.

“It matters because I wanted to do that!” he exclaimed.

Her heart stopped. “You wanted to walk me home? I thought—”

“I’ve been trying since I came back, but your eyes have been on Cole,” he said, nervously shoving his hands into his pockets—something only she would notice meant he was anxious.

She let out a shaky breath and gave him a gentle push. “It doesn’t matter if Cole walks me home. I don’t like him like that…” she hesitated. “But you…”

She looked away, her cheeks on fire.

Silence filled the space between them, thick with tension and unspoken feelings—until she felt warm hands on her face, gently guiding her to look up.

“You…?” he asked, eyes locked on hers. “You have feelings for me?”

Gilbert knew it was bold to touch her like this. But he hadn’t felt this close to her in months, and he had to know it was real.

She nodded, and his smile lit up like someone had just handed him his medical license.

She closed her eyes, heart racing, half-thinking—was this it? Were we about to kiss?

But instead, he chuckled and pulled back.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” he said with a grin so wide it made your knees weak.

She could have melted into the ground from embarrassment.

“Let me walk you home?” he asked, grabbing your bag.

“Yes!” she said a little too quickly. “That would be lovely.”

it’s safe to say that later that week, Gilbert Blythe left a letter on the school’s notice board.

[ladybugs12]

My one and true love - Gilbert Blythe x reader

Summary: Someone posts a letter for you in the schools take notice board making Gilbert worry about your fellings towards him.

warnings: a little angst, slight jealousy, established relationship (courting), gossiping, slight talk of cheating

Gilbert stared at the take notice board once again as his mind raced. You were his girl he thought. Everyone knew that he was courting you after all. Hell, he has been courting you for months. 

As he stood there Billy and his friends walked over.- “Hey Hey it looks like you were not the only one who took an interest in y/n.”- he mocked as the others laughed.- “I am courting y/n, not only taking notice”- Gilbert hissed with clear frustration in his tone.- “And besides they weren't even courageous enough to sign a name to it.”- As Gilbert said that he noticed Billy's smile fall and he cleared his throat- “Well either way you should watch out, someone might steal your girl”- he taunted as he walked away.

      That same morning the girls sat in their corner giggling.- “Who do you think posted to y/n?” Ruby beamed.- “Oh how romantic is this? You have a secret admirer!” Anne cried out. Which got her a nudge from Diana.- “It’s not romantic Anne. y/n is already being courted and it's extremely inappropriate to write such a letter to a taken girl.” Diana affirmed.- Ruby giggled at that.- “Well y/n is not truly taken Diana, Gilbert hasn't proposed and besides the more options the better.”- Rudy offered, making all the girls but Diana giggle.- The idea of a proposal made you blush as you whispered.- “whoa slow down Ruby, it's too early to think about such things. I have a future and college to think about.”- Even with your efforts on keeping the girls quiet Gilbert still heard Ruby’s opinions on the matter. Which brought him more anxiety towards this new suitor of yours.

         After class, he decided to walk you home which got a reaction from your classmates, especially the boys. The first half of the walk was silent. You both had a lot on your mind and you weren't sure what to say if there even was anything to be said at all.- “I..”- You both said, causing laughter to rupture from both of you.- “You go first”- you advised as he stop walking, making you stop as well.- “Y/n have you been hiding something from me?”- He asked- “What?” you breathed- “I…you..it’s just that I have been courting you for months.”- He started holding your hands.- “And I don't understand why anyone would…unless you have--.”- he said but not before you interrupted him.- “Oh my Gilbert, how could you think such a thing?” you cried.- “You are the only person I love Gilbert Blythe.” You claimed with a hand to his cheek.- With a smile, he said “I love you too dear y/n... I just worry you will find a better suitor”- “that I am not enough”  he blubbered with a frown.- “Gilbert you are more than enough, you are everything I have ever wanted in a suitor and more. Stop giving mind to who has taken notice of me, and remember I complied with your advances.” you consoled, squeezing his hand. He smiled at that, leaning closer and giving you a soft kiss in which you complied.

      After bringing you home he stopped by your front door.- “ I suppose I should post one of our letters to the board, just so everyone is sure of who you have chosen.” Gilbert teased with a smirk.- “Gilbert Blythe you shall not!”- You exclaimed as he laughed.- “Have a goodnight my dear y/n.” he smiled while kissing your hand.- “I will walk you to school tomorrow, wait for me!” he yelled as he walked away.- “I will” you yelled back with a wave and a smile.