Mr Stan (sebastian stan x reader)

three. daisy and jay

"What makes you say that?"

It was third period English, we were discussing the Great Gatsby. I had to admit the book was quite good, the whole forbidden affair with Daisy and Jay was romantic to me, although Dylan had something to say each time we paused between chapters. He made a point of saying that Tom Buchanan wasn't that bad of a character.

"Tom hit his wife though, " I pointed out.

"Yeah but in the 1920s that was okay."

"That doesn't mean it's a good idea, racism was normalised in the same era that doesn't mean it isn't bad."

I saw a smile light up on Sebastian's face. "And this is why we have class discussions, we should have a safe space to work through your thoughts and opinions."

I looked down to my desk and smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear, as if I was flirting or something.

"Does anyone else have an opinion about Tom or the relationship he has with daisy?"

My brother put up his hand, "Is Jay older than daisy?"

"I believe there's at most a ten year age gap between the two of them," Mr. Stan answered.

"I don't see anything wrong with it to be honest, they're both in love so it shouldn't matter," Tom added.

"Yeah, I think I'd have to agree with you," Sebastian said, nodding.

Before Sebastian could say anything else the bell went for the end of third period.

"Please read the next chapter before Wednesday, thank you and have a good day."

I packed up my things slowly.

"You were really good today," I heard Sebastian say, typing on his computer and looking up at me.

"Oh yeah I just have a strong opinion about Tom Buchanan," I chuckled. "Do you like him?"

"Who Dylan or Tom?" He joked.

I have out a laugh, tucking my hair behind my ears. "Here's that pen I borrowed," I said

"Oh thanks," he smiled.

I passed it over to him and for a split second our hands touched. They were warm, strong looking with the addition of his veins trailing up his arm to where the sleeve of his shirt had started, ending my gaze on his hands and arms.

"I'll see you later sir," I said, smiling at him.

"You too."

As I exited the classroom I saw that Z was waiting for me, "what was that about?" She said.

"Oh nothing just asking about the book."

"I swear you hate English," she said, laughing.

It was true, I loved literature and reading in general but the analysis was just stupid, it was all subjective which is why I hated it. With maths and science you were either wrong or right, no grey area, unlike English. Of course I wanted to go into publishing which in theory doesn't make sense for a job for me, it was just what my father had pushed for me to do, he said to be a good lawyer you had to know your words.

"Whatever."

For my fourth an fifth period I had double maths, something I liked and was good at. I couldn't help but think about his strong hands, something that I could imagine being wrapped around my waist while he embraced me or even interlocked with my hand, walking down the street or just casually in his flat.