Imagine

Can you imagine your High School Government teacher looking like this???? I would continue with this thought, but I am at work and my manager is sitting right next to me! 😳

Written for Tumblr, but since no one really reads my stuff there I thought I would put it here, too. It was inspired by the picture I found on Pinterest, seen above. This is my first ever x reader fic. *shrugs* I don't know if there will ever be more. I still see Rey as the student, so...

Mr. Dameron started teaching 12th grade Government when you were a freshman, so you had heard all the rumors about him long before you actually got to be in his class. By that time, he was the favorite teacher of every senior; even the students that weren't crushing on him loved him. He knew the subject matter inside and out and made it fun and interesting. His sense of humor was legendary (he loved playing practical jokes on the other teachers) and his support and encouragement of all of his students was genuine.

Everyone was a little bit in love with Mr. Dameron.

He was a pilot when he wasn't teaching. He flew Hueys for the Air National Guard and he had a little Cessna of his own; piloting both helicopters and fixed-winged aircraft proved his versatility and only increased his attractiveness. Rumor had it, that if he was interested in someone, he asked if they wanted to go flying with him. You couldn't imagine anyone turning him down.

When you finally got to your senior year, you were absolutely thrilled to get Mr. Dameron for government. You were finally able to talk to him and interact with him rather than just watching him from afar. You couldn't help but stare at him during class, trying hard to focus on what he was saying versus how he was saying it, but it was difficult. He was just too beautiful.

You began to imagine scenarios where he would ask you to stay after class so he could go into more detail about something or other. How he would tell you how mature you were for your age. How he thought you were beautiful and smart and perfect for him. You imagined him touching you, kissing you, telling you he loved you.

When you pulled yourself back to reality, you were embarrassed. There was no way he would be attracted to an introvert like yourself. But then he would smile at you, and it seemed brighter than his smiles toward others. He'd make eye contact with you during class, and you were sure he held your gaze longer than anyone else. You tried your best to let him know you reciprocated the attraction, but you had no clue how to flirt. So, you just did your best in his class, acing every test and answering every question asked of you correctly.

By the end of the semester, you started to realize that whether his feelings for you were a fantasy or a reality, he would never do anything about it. He was a good man, an honest man, a perfect teacher. He cared about all his students, and would never show favoritism.

Early in the second semester, word quickly spread that he had invited someone to go flying with him. And it was a teacher! Miss Kelly of all people! You were sure now that everything you had thought you had seen from Mr. Dameron toward you was pure imagination. You were a hopeless romantic in love with your hot teacher, and you were pretty sure you weren't the only one. Of course, you also weren't upset when you heard of Mr. Dameron and Miss Kelly's break-up in April.

You graduated in May with honors. Mr. Dameron came up to you and your family after the ceremony to congratulate you. He shook your hand; Lordy, his hands were so big compared to yours. He smiled, his eyes crinkling, and he asked about your plans for college and beyond. You told him you weren't really sure what you wanted to do, yet, but you actually thought teaching would be fun. History was the subject you were best at.

"Whatever you do, make sure you enjoy it," he told her. "Don't let your career define you. Always stay true to yourself."

He said his goodbyes, and if you thought his gaze held yours for a bit longer than normal, you convinced yourself it was once again your imagination.

You went off to university, dated a bit, thought you were in love once, and finally decided you did indeed want to teach. The year you were a senior in college, your little sister was a senior in High School. Of course, she got Mr. Dameron for government, and immediately began crushing on him hard.

"Isn't he married, yet?" you asked her, joking, but also very curious about the answer.

She shook her head. "From what I've heard, he doesn't even date much."

Maybe he's just very discreet, you thought. Or maybe he's gay but still hasn't come out, yet. Or maybe he's ace. Whatever the reason, you sincerely hoped he was happy and that whatever his relationship status was, it was by choice.

You got your degrees in both history and secondary education and applied at more than one school. When your old school was one of the half-dozen that wanted you to join their team, you accepted. It would be wizard teaching in the school you went to! You were welcomed by the staff with open arms, as most of them remembered you. You were very aware of Mr. Dameron's welcoming smile and handshake as you were introduced to the rest of the teachers. You were also annoyingly aware of the lurch your heart did at his touch. Don't you start that again, you told yourself.

Later that day, as you set up your new classroom, preparing to teach both freshman and sophomore history, there was a knock on the frame of the open door. You looked up and your heart gave another leap. "Mr. Dameron! Come in."

He smiled and walked up to your desk. "I think you can call me Poe, now," he said.

You felt your face heat. "Poe," you said for the first time outside of your fantasies.

His smile widened. "Say, I have a question I've been waiting five years to ask you."

"What is it?" How were you going to work with this man if he still affected you this way?

"Would you go flying with me?"