Can you do an English teacher imagine where when you're walking out on friday afternoon and it's the last class but he asks you to stay behind and shows you your blog then he likes you back and smut (if you write smut). Thanks!
As soon as I heard the bell ring, I quickly grabbed my bag and coat and stood up to walk out, glad to be leaving his lesson. For the last hour he’d been acting really weirdly with me, staring at me kind of intensely from his desk and picking on me in front of the class. Why he was being like this I had no idea but all I wanted to do was just leave and go home and try to forget about him over the weekend.
“Uh, (Y/N)? Can you stay behind for a second? I need to have a quick chat with you about some classwork you’re missing.” I sighed inwardly, realising my chances of a quick escape had gone out the window.
“Yeah, sure.” I replied, turning to face him. He signalled for me to go over to his desk but refused to make eye contact with me as he swung around on his chair.
“Okay, truth is, you’re not really missing any classwork but I DO need to talk to you.”
“About what?” I asked, frowning. Surely I wasn’t in any trouble; I was one of the top students in English and I never disrupted his lessons.
“You’re not in any trouble.” He added, as though he was reading my thoughts, before finally meeting my eyes and smiling at me which somehow wasn’t reassuring at all.
“What is it then?”
“I… I just want you to know that I’m not annoyed with you or anything, but I need you to promise me that you’ll tell me the truth. Is this you?”
He turned his laptop round to face me, showing me what was pretty much my worst nightmare on a screen.
My tumblr blog.
“Oh my god… I don’t.. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, Sir,” I stammered, covering my face with my hands.
“Hey, no! You’re not in any trouble! I just wanted to check that it was you, and, guessing from your… slightly embarrassed… reaction, I’m right, yeah?”
I nodded, hoping he hadn’t noticed the deep red blush creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks.
“I know you’re embarrassed, but,” he started, “the reason why I showed it to you is because, well, I… I like you too. When I stumbled upon your blog I wanted it to be you but I didn’t want to get my hopes up in case I was just being delusional. So yeah, I like you too. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable or anything but after seeing your blog I couldn’t keep it to myself.”
“You like me?” I asked, all of a sudden forgetting my excruciating embarrassment.
“I do. And I know you want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me whenever I walk past you,” he took a step closer to me, then another and another until my back was against the wall and our faces were inches apart, “so do you want me to kiss you?”
All I could do was nod quickly, wide-eyed and nearly shivering with anticipation.
He leant in and kissed me, pressing his body against mine as I tangled my fingers in his hair. Deepening the kiss, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him before suddenly leaning back, bright eyes dark and hungry.
“This is workplace-inappropriate behaviour. Let’s do this some other time.” He smirked at me before standing back, watching me pick up my coat and bag and walk out of the door.