#jerry baynard

[ghostsoforpheus]

anne with an e -> "signs are small measurable things, but interpretations are illimitable"

[extinctlesspains]

I wanna write for Anne with an e... Thing is... Is the fandom still alive?

Like will people read it?

CALLING ALL AWAE FANS

[fodenswhore]

🪴Spin the bottle

{In which a game of spin the bottle causes feelings to stir.}

help i wrote this when i first started watching awae in 2021. found it in my drafts on wattpad and decided to post it on here.

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Billy Andrews was insufferable. He was rude, irritating and extremely cocky. You hated him, and every little thing he did annoyed you - whether it was him tugging on your hair as you hung your hat and coat in the cloak room at school, or whether it was him simply breathing to loud. You hated him, he hated you, and that was that.

And so, when it was your turn to spin the bottle in Josie's childish game, you were utterly furious when the glass bottle landed on Billy. “No. No way. Absolutely not. I’m not doing this." You protested, shaking your head.

"Awww come on now Y/N, rules are rules." Billy smirked at you and stood up in the middle of the circle your classmates had created.

"Such stupid rules." You mumbled to no-one in particular, glancing over at Diana and Anne - both of whom gave you sympathetic looks. You stood up hesitantly and glared at the bottle on the floor.

You whipped your head to face Josie and gave her a pleading look, however she only raised her eyebrows expectingly at you. Clenching your jaw, you turned to Billy and shuffled towards him.

Once you were close enough, Billy leant in and whispered in your ear, "Come on Y/N, what are you so afraid of? It's just a kiss."

You narrowed your eyes at him and whispered back angrily, "I'm not afraid of kissing. However I am afraid of kissing you. You probably have some kind of incurable disease. I wouldn't want to catch it. It may give me your huge ego, or worse, your attitude."

Billy scowled and was about to retaliate when Josie cleared her throat and said, "Can the two of you hurry up and get on with it?”

Charlie, one of Billy’s friends, gestured to the rest of your classmates, “Yeah, we’re all waiting for you guys.”

Rolling your eyes you leant in close to Billy who cupped your cheek with his hand. You sucked in a sharp breath and glanced up to find Billy staring at you curiously, as if he was expecting you to back off and punch him in the gut. When you didn't back away, he allowed your mouths to brush ever so softly before capturing your lips with his.

As he kissed you, warmth filled you from head to toe, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, and your hand instinctively travelled to the back of his neck - thus pulling him closer to you.

The kiss was soft and sweet. And because it was your first kiss, it was everything you had dreamt it would be like. You felt torn and confused, you hated Billy! However you couldn't ignore the feeling of bliss that fell upon you when your lips met his.

And then, as quickly as the kiss had started, it was over. You pressed your palms against Billy's chest and softly pushed him away. His face was flushed and his lips were swollen ever so slightly - you could only assume you looked the same.

Diana coughed quietly and you shook your head lightly as if to shake yourself from your daze. You quickly sat back down in the circle next to Ruby and began brushing invisible dust off the skirt of your dress, whilst ignoring the snickers from your friends. Billy swallowed thickly and wiped his hands on his trousers before sitting back down. He snook a glance at you quickly before moving his gaze back to the bottle.

“Okay," Josie said, clasping her hands together and allowing her eyes to travel over the faces in the room almost like a lion scouring for prey. A small smirk graced her lips as her eyes locked on the next victim of the game. “Anne's next."

[frickingnerd]

secretly dating jerry baynard

pairing: jerry baynard x fem!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, gardener jerry, rich girl x poor boy, mentions of eloping together, reader has multiple suitors

jerry had been working for your family for a while, looking after the flowers in the garden and doing some work on the fields

your family was rich and stuck up, always looking down on the boy. but you always admired and envied jerry, for the freedom he had

you knew you'd eventually be married off to a man you didn't love, while jerry could pick his partner freely. yet what you didn't know at that time was that the girl jerry wanted was you!

you always watched him when he worked in the garden, while jerry watched you when you were reading a book outside by the flowers. the garden was the only place the two of you ever met and got any alone time

your relationship started with some small talk, about the flowers blooming near you and the books you liked to read. but quickly, you realized how much the two of you had in common!

you began to seek each other out at any opportunity. you helped jerry with the flowers and lent him your books. soon, feelings began to blossom between the two of you!

you had your first kiss near the roses in the garden, your faces hidden behind a book, as jerry stole your first kiss. ever since then, that spot became the place you'd meet and spend time at

you always had to be careful that your parents, nor any of the other people working at the mansion didn't spot you two! if anyone saw you two, you'd be in grave trouble!

sometimes, when your parents were out of town or away for an evening, you'd sneak jerry into the mansion, showing him the book shelves in your room and treating him to all the best food he never ate before!

those moments always felt so domestic and precious. almost as if, even for just a moment, you got to be a normal couple

jerry always listened to you vent about the men your parents introduced you to and the two of you came up with plans on how to get rid of them, so you wouldn't have to marry any of those suitors

for now, those plans always worked. and while nobody said it out loud, both of you were worried that eventually, you'd be forced to marry one of those men!

but even then, jerry swore to run away with you, before that could ever happen! he started saving up some money and even if you had to live in poverty, at least the two of you could stay together!

[juliet25blog]

"I bet on losing dogs" by Mitski was actually written about me and how I always fall for the ship that won't make it through, the one that was too good to happen, the one that made me happy and destroyed me

[frost-queen]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[baynardsgirl]

is anne with an e popular right now?? thinking about writing for gilbert blythe, jerry baynard, & billy andrews (most likely au where billy isn't a nasty weasel). just wanting to see if people are interested in that.

[riordanness]

man i do NOT see enough love for jerry baynard like that boy is so adorable and soft and amsjskdjdd oh and yeah he’s f r e n c h y’all are sleeping on him ok

[calyxthenerd]

This one goes out to all the crazy girls with a pack of guys that will go to war for them

[sm0lgreml1n]

Anne with an E rambling!!

Surely I'm not the only one that headcanons these two as siblings right??

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

Part 5 of my Anne With An E memes: season 1 episode 3

Everyone when Anne was reading that poem:

Anne, when Gilbert tried talking to her while the girls were watching:

Mathew going to Rachel:

Mathew being the only one to still view anne as a child:

Marilla when she went to Mrs. Andrews:

Me reasling Jerry probably wishes he could go to school too:

Ruby watching Gilbert try to talk to Anne:

OG fans when Gilbert pulled Anne's hair & called her carrots:

Everyone in the class when Anne broke her board on Gilbert's face:

Anne, after getting humiliated by the teacher:

[ghostsoforpheus]

anne with an e -> "youth is the season of hope"

[extinctlesspains]

𝐴 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ [𝐽. 𝐵𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑]

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ʙᴀʏɴᴀʀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪsᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴏᴜs ᴀᴜsᴛʀᴀʟɪᴀɴ sʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ, ʀᴏsɪᴇ, ʀᴜɴs ᴏғғ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ɢᴀʙʟᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢsɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ʙᴀʏɴᴀʀᴅ. ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ɪɴsɪsᴛs sʜᴇ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʀᴍ. ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏ, ʀᴏsɪᴇ ʀᴇғᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ, ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪғ ʀᴏsɪᴇ’s sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴɴᴇss ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ.

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The morning air was crisp as you stepped out onto the porch, stretching as the golden light of dawn bathed the fields. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant lowing of cattle made for a peaceful scene—at least until you realized something was missing.

“Rosie?” You glanced around, expecting to see the fluffy coat of your Australian Shepherd bounding up to you for her usual morning greeting. Instead, the yard was empty.

You sighed, hands on your hips. “Not again.”

Rosie had a habit of running off, her energetic spirit always leading her toward adventure. But this time, she’d gotten past the fence entirely. Your heart quickened as you hurried toward the gate, scanning the open field. That’s when you spotted them—her tiny paw prints in the dirt, heading toward Green Gables.

“Oh, Rosie,” you muttered, hitching up your skirt before breaking into a light run down the worn path that connected your farm to the Cuthberts’ land.

By the time you reached the familiar white farmhouse, your breath was coming faster. Rounding the corner, you stopped abruptly at the sight before you.

There, in the middle of the pasture, was Jerry Baynard—his sleeves rolled up, hands out as he tried to corral a group of cattle. And in front of him, herding with impressive precision, was Rosie.

Your mouth parted in disbelief. She was darting between the cows, barking just enough to guide them but never startle them. With a swift turn, she directed a particularly stubborn one back into line, her tail wagging in satisfaction.

Jerry, on the other hand, looked caught between amusement and admiration. He glanced up and caught your eye, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“Well, I’ll be,” he called over the fence. “Didn’t know you had a cattle dog.”

“She’s not,” you huffed, still catching your breath. “She’s supposed to be a farm dog. And she’s supposed to stay home.”

Jerry laughed, wiping his brow. “Well, seems like she had other ideas. I was about to start wranglin’ them myself when she just ran up and took over.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Smart girl.”

You approached, crossing your arms. “Rosie, come here,” you called, but your dog simply sat down at Jerry’s feet, gazing up at him like she’d just found her new best friend.

Jerry reached down, scratching behind her ears. “Looks like she’s picked her favorite.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, though you couldn’t help but smile. “I swear, she’s never done this before.”

Jerry shrugged. “Can’t blame her. She’s got good taste.” He shot you a teasing look, which sent warmth creeping up your neck.

Shaking your head, you took a step forward. Your face semi red. “Well, I’m sorry for the trouble, Jerry. I’ll get her out of your way.”

“Trouble?” Jerry echoed, standing up straight. “She’s been the best help I’ve had all week.”

Rosie’s tail thumped happily against his boot, further cementing her decision. You groaned. “Rosie, come on. We’re going home.”

But Rosie didn’t budge. Instead, she nestled closer to Jerry’s leg, as if she had no intention of going anywhere.

Jerry chuckled. “I think she’s decided she lives here now.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Great. Now I have to fight my own dog for loyalty.”

Jerry smirked. “Well, if it helps, I could walk you home. Maybe that’ll convince her to follow.”

Your breath hitched slightly. It wasn’t uncommon for Jerry to be kind, but there was something about the way he offered—like he genuinely wanted to, not just out of obligation.

“I—” You hesitated, then gave in with a small laugh. “Alright. But if Rosie doesn’t budge, I might be back here tomorrow looking for her.”

“Wouldn’t mind that,” Jerry admitted with a lopsided grin. "I like seeing your pretty face. You should come by everyday." He flirted.

Your heart did a small, unexpected flip.

As the three of you started down the dirt road, Rosie trotting happily between you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just about her running off anymore. Maybe she knew something you didn’t yet.

[fodenswhore]

🪴Mistletoe

{In which you and Billy decorate a Christmas tree}

Billy was a bully and low-key irritating but he’s so easy to write for and he was sorta cute.

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Christmas had finally arrived in Avonlea. The whole town was buzzing with excitement and christmas spirit. A blanket of snow covered the usually crop filled fields and the lake was frozen with glittery ice. Residents of the town were baking cookies, making pies, decorating their homes, buying presents and your school was even putting on its own play.

As you didn't want to participate in the school production (much to the dismay of Rachel Lynde), you had been set the task of decorating the tree that would sit snuggled in the corner of the stage - a job you were more than satisfied with. However, your momentary joy was cut short when you realised Billy Andrews was to be helping you.

"Why do we even need two people decorating one small christmas tree?" You muttered to yourself as you collected a box of decorations from the floor and moved towards the tree. “I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself."

"What was that Y/N?" A voice called. You groaned quietly to yourself as Billy strode up to you, "Need help with that box? It looks rather heavy." He said, trying to grab the box of decorations from your hands.

You pulled the box away from his grip and scowled at him, "I'm quite alright. If I was in need of your assistance, I would've asked for it."

He held up his hands in mock surrender, "Right, right." Anne and Diana, who were practicing their lines a few feet away, giggled at your encounter.

Your relationship with Billy (if you could even call it that) was rather complicated. He adored you and you couldn’t stand him. Now, you probably wouldn't dislike him so much if he wasn't so irritating. He persisted in trailing around you like a lost puppy, delivering 'anonymous' love poems to your desk every morning and offering help wherever you didn't need it. Your friends (especially Ruby) thought it was sweet, you, on the other hand, found it both annoying and flustering.

And so it was just your luck that Miss Stacey had put you two together. Although, you were starting to wonder if maybe Billy had asked her to - oh you hoped not.

You settled on the floor next to the tree with the box of decorations and started to rifle through the box. Billy plonked himself down next to you and began to do the same. You had managed to sit in silence for at least five minutes and were just beginning to hang decorations on the tree when Billy pulled something out of the box and dangled it in front of your face. "Why look Y/N, mistletoe."

You swatted the mistletoe out of your face and frowned at the cheeky grin on Billy's face, "I'm not giving you a kiss."

"Why not?" He said with a smirk, holding the mistletoe above your head.

You furrowed your brows and shuffled backwards away from him, "Because it's you."

Billy held his hand mockingly to his heart and lowered the mistletoe, "I'm wounded."

He fake pouted at you and you rolled your eyes and shook your head, "You're quite impossible, you know that?"

Billy shrugged his shoulders lazily, "So i've been told, many a time, by you."

"If you weren't so intolerable I wouldn't have to tell you every time I saw you." You stated pointedly, pulling out some old candles from the box.

"You have a way with words Y/N." Billy chuckled lightly and smirked at you. He held the mistletoe up again and moved towards you, “Now, what about this kiss?"

[frickingnerd]

baby, it's cold outside

pairing: jerry baynard / buote x gn!reader

summary: jerry helps keeping your hands warm

"i'm freezing… i don't think i can feel my hands anymore!"

you whined, rubbing your hands together and blowing hot air onto them, in an attempt to keep them from freezing in this cold winter weather. 

jerry smiled softly and watched, your cheeks red from the cold air around you.

"you can have my gloves, if you'd like!" he suggested and slipped off his gloves from his hands, reaching them out towards you. "they'll keep you warm" 

"oh no, keep them! you'll just get cold yourself!"

you gently pushed the gloves away and shook your head as you spoke. you couldn't accept his gloves if it meant jerry would have to freeze instead of you! 

"then…" jerry put his gloves back on as he spoke, before reaching his hands out towards you once more. "how about i hold your hands to keep them warm~?" 

[askclato]

Anne: We should appreciate the small things in life.

Jerry: *picks Diana up*

Jerry: You are appreciated.

Diana:

Diana: I’m going to kill you.