@can-it-be-english Yo could you write an imagine where a student (female if thats okay) starts crying becasue the book being read is sad and the male TC like tries to confort her in class and lets her go like get a drink of water. And once everyone leaves after class he hugs he and fluff then maybe smut if thats okay? THANK YOU!
The Great Gatsby, that was the book your class had decided to read. The tragic romantic tale of Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan.
Your English literature teacher had assigned the book to your class a few weeks ago and was letting everyone finish the last few chapters during the period.
Your eyes ran across the pages quickly as you read the line, I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
Your eyebrows knit in confusion. No no no no, you thought to yourself rereading the text a few more times. Gatsby can’t be dead. He didn’t even get to talk to Daisy! Your eyes started to water and you gripped the book tightly in your hand. Never in your life had you read a book that resonated with you quite like F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic. Everything about the book reminded you of yourself and your teacher crush, your English literature teacher. Like Gatsby for Daisy, you would do anything just for your teacher crush.
“Miss, are you alright?” Your teacher asked quietly in front of the class.
You looked up from the book, suddenly realizing that tears were falling from your eyes. “Ye-yeah.” You sniffed.
“Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Can I get some water?” You wiped your eyes setting down the book.
“Of course!” He nodded and you stood up quickly leaving the room, walking into the bathroom where you started to breakdown.
You hated yourself for crying so much over a book! A book, a fictional book! You thought. You stayed in the bathroom until the bell ringed for next period.
When you got back in your English class, your teacher stood in the front erasing things from the whiteboard, he stopped when he saw you.
“Sit down at my desk, darling.”
Darling. You wanted to melt. “Y-yes sir.”
After he finished cleaning up the whiteboard, he sat across from you at his desk. “That was a pretty heartbreaking novel, wasn’t it?”
You nodded and bit your lip. “Yeah, I feel so stupid for crying though. It’s just a novel. Something defiantly struck a cord with me thou-” Your voice started to break and you looked down. Tears started to form again.
“Hey, it’s okay,” He said gently standing up.
You shook your head and covered your face with your hands. “It was so sad.” You said between sobs.
He walked over to you. “Stand up,” He ordered.
You obeyed and stood up, not sure what he was going to do.
You must have blinked or something because the next thing you knew, his muscular arms were around your body. His hands rubbing your back up in down in a soothing moment.
“It’s okay,” He cooed. “It’s okay.”
You buried your head in his shoulder while crying and he continued to run his hands up and down your back. After all your tears had left your eyes you looked into his hazel eyes. “Thank you,” you whispered.
“Anytime,” He smiled and then cupped your cheeks with his hands. His lips crashing down on yours.
Your breath caught short and you closed your eyes, kissing him back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know, but I still want it.” You murmured.
He pressed you up against the back wall and ran his hands up your thigh. “Will you be my Daisy?”
“Of course,” You smirked, “Mr. Gatsby.”
He kissed you passionately, like you two were the last two on earth. All your sadness disappeared and you felt like the luckiest girl.