#daisy fay buchanan

[mu-mimama]

I know people on here have mixed feelings about the musical and I understand but also I entered their art contest and I’m lowkey cool with this sooooooo

[cece693]

It's All For You (Jay Gatsby x GN! Reader)

Fun fact, one of my favorite books is The Great Gatsby. However, to this day, no one (in my opinion) has managed to fully encase what Jay represents. Character-wise, he's still the Gatsby chasing the green light, but in terms of face claim, I left him ambiguous. I know this is a very out-there fandom, and I know it won't be very popular, but it makes me happy :)

Summary: You were helping Jay see your cousin Daisy, but, somewhere down the line, you managed to become his anchor to reality.

tags: can be read with Nick in mind, Jay is an infatuated boy, clueless reader, Jay finally sees Daisy for what she is, happy ending

Daisy was enchanting. Captivating. Alluring. But none of those words seemed to fully encapsulate the aura she exuded. There was a lightness to her that drew people in, a kind of graceful detachment as if she floated through life just out of reach. Yet for all her beauty and charm, there was something elusive about her, something that kept everyone at arm's length. It was easy to be enchanted by her, to fall for the sparkling facade she wore like a second skin. And Jay Gatsby was no different—at least, that’s what I thought.

Gatsby had built a life around the idea of Daisy, a world spun from dreams and memories of a love long lost. The parties, the lavish displays, the rumors—they all pointed back to her, to the one he had let slip away. When I came to West Egg, I found myself pulled into his grand scheme to win her back. Daisy had asked for my help; I was her cousin, after all, and who better to act as a go-between, arranging encounters, helping to stage those first delicate meetings under the guise of friendly visits?

At first, Gatsby's devotion to Daisy seemed unwavering, as though he was single-mindedly determined to recapture the past. He spoke of her with reverence, like a man describing a distant star, bright and unattainable. He watched for her at every gathering, always positioned just so, as though one look from her would make all the years melt away. I helped him prepare for these moments, choosing the flowers, setting the table for tea, ensuring everything was perfect. He wanted it all to be just right for Daisy.

But as time went on, I noticed something I couldn’t quite name. The way Gatsby's gaze would flicker toward me in moments of quiet, how he would seek my approval on even the smallest details. There was a certain light in his eyes when we would linger in conversation long after the parties had ended and the rest of the world had gone to sleep. I chalked it up to Gatsby’s natural charm, to the friendship that had grown between us amid all the scheming. After all, I was helping my cousin's lost love find his way back to her.

The first real crack in the illusion came one afternoon when Gatsby and I were alone in his library, discussing the next gathering. Daisy had mentioned that she missed simpler times, the quietness of tea on a summer's day. I suggested we hold a small, intimate tea party just for the three of us, something more personal than the grand festivities that had become Gatsby's signature.

“It’s a wonderful idea,” Gatsby agreed, his voice softening as he looked at me, not in the direction of the distant green light that always seemed to capture his attention. “But it doesn’t feel right to ask so much of you, helping with all this.”

I waved off his concern. “Nonsense. I’m happy to help. If it makes Daisy smile, then it’s worth it.”

He gave a small, almost wistful smile. “I suppose it’s not just Daisy who I’m trying to make smile.”

I didn’t know what to make of that comment. I let it slide, laughing it off as a joke, but something about the way he said it stayed with me. There was a warmth in his tone that I couldn’t quite place, and in the days that followed, I began to see Gatsby in a different light.

The tea party came and went, with Daisy laughing and charming her way through the afternoon. Gatsby’s attention was on her, of course, but there was a shift, a subtle one, like a shadow moving across a wall. I found Gatsby watching me out of the corner of his eye, a lingering glance that held more than casual interest. It was as though he was trying to tell me something without words.

And then, one night, as the last strains of music from yet another party faded into the stillness, Gatsby approached me on the terrace. The moonlight cast long shadows across the lawn, and there was a hesitation in his steps that I hadn’t seen before.

“You know,” he began, leaning against the stone railing, “for the longest time, I thought everything I did was for Daisy. Every party, every bit of gold and glitter—it was all meant to bring her back to me.”

“Isn’t it still?” I asked, unsure of what he was getting at. “You’ve built all of this for her.”

“Yes,” he admitted, but there was a shift in his tone, a softness I hadn’t heard before. “But somewhere along the way, it stopped being about Daisy.”

The breath caught in my throat. “Then what was it about?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gatsby turned to face me fully, his gaze searching mine. “It was about finding something real. I thought Daisy could give me that, but then I met you. You were there for every moment, every detail, pulling me back when I started drifting into dreams again. I started looking forward to your company, your words, your laughter.” He took a step closer, the intensity in his eyes almost overwhelming. “It was you who brought me back to reality.”

I stood frozen. “Jay,” I began, struggling to find the right words. “I—”

"You don't have to tell me anything, Y/N." Gatsby smiled, a minuscule one that conveyed just how difficult this was for him too. "I just wanted to make my interest clear."

His words hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting us in that moonlit moment. The warmth of his gaze sent a thrill racing through me, igniting something deep inside—a longing I had tried to ignore while orchestrating his reunion with Daisy. The truth crashed over me like a wave, and I realized that somewhere along the way, Jay Gatsby had become someone truly important to me.

In that electric silence, I felt the boundaries between us dissolve. I could no longer hold back. My heart surged with emotion, and before I could think, I stepped forward and closed the distance between us.

Our lips met in a fervent kiss, an eruption of pent-up desire and vulnerability. It felt like a revelation, as if everything I had been holding back rushed forth in that single moment. Gatsby’s surprise melted into a warmth that enveloped me, his hands moving to cradle my face as he kissed me back with a fervor that took my breath away.

Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other, the world around us fading into the background. The soft rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the night felt like a distant echo. All I could focus on was the taste of him, the way he held me as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to lose.

[moo9395]

Jay Gatsby and Jordan Baker have an alliance based entirely on their shared hatred for Tom and love of Daisy.

[demisexual-in-distress]

Hey why are we still going about our everyday lives when this fuvkign pinoy goddess of a woman is on the same earth as us are you fucking kidding me she's beautiful I love her I love her I love her I love her

[anobsessedchocolatechip]

Jay gatsby after finding a woman to hyperfixate on until he morphs his entire life and identity around her because he believes there is no other way she will love him

[moarar]

Finished a painting💪💪💪💪💪

[eekub988]

the eyes of god (if god needed glasses)

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

i am losing my fucking marbles.

driving myself insane trying to da vinci decode what the fuck f scott Fitzgerald means at any given time. did daisy know jay was poor? did she??? because jay says "What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?”

as in? telling her what he was going to do? as in. "I'm going to marry you"??...or as in "I'm going to win the whole war by myself"???....or as in "I'm gonna make loads of money and buy a big house where we both could live"????? WHAT did he MEAN

And we'll never fucking KNOW. Because NICK might have said 'He might have despised himself, for he had certainly taken her under false pretences. I don’t mean that he had traded on his phantom millions, but he had deliberately given Daisy a sense of security; he let her believe that he was a person from much the same strata as herself—that he was fully able to take care of her. As a matter of fact, he had no such facilities—he had no comfortable family standing behind him, and he was liable at the whim of an impersonal government to be blown anywhere about the world.'

...he MIGHT have despised himself?

'He had intended, probably, to take what he could and go'

PROBABLY?

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PROBABLY

HE'S STANDING

RIGHT THERE.

ASK HIM.

THAT. being SAID.

Daisy knew he was a soldier and that he could've been taken from her at any moment by the call to the warfront. She was young, not stupid. So what was Jay telling her? About his rich family back in san fran?...That's not what he was 'going to do'!!!! By virtue of having ambition, doesn't that mark him as separate from the comfortably wealthy???

can a certified daisy fan please speak up with some analysis PLEASE

[juliette-cai-enthusiast]

RIP Daisy Buchanan, you would have loved self-driving cars

[tenantoftheorpheumcircuit]

Daisy having a terrible night for whatever reason and reaching out to ANY of her friends for support only for them all to be “too busy” to come over and help. Daisy having to stare down the fact that nobody in her life loves her past the point where she’s useful to them. Daisy not even being able to call the people who called her the ‘love of their lives’ because she wasn’t. She was only a shiny toy, a way into a world. A means to an end. Auuugh my girl.

[mu-mimama]

Attention great gatsby fans!!!!! 🚨

I am one of you!!! Please be my friend!!!!!!!!! I’m too autistic to not talk to everyone in the world about this!!!!!!!!!!

By being my friend you get UNLIMIYTED access to my stupid art that I really only send to my gf!!!!!!!!! All this and MORE??? WOW!!! (My marketing class is really paying off rn this is soooo good)

The aforementioned stupid art (I am a cartoonist isn’t that just dandy!!!! You wanna be friends with a cartoonist SOOOO bad)

[maladaptvs]

women in the us couldn’t open a fucking bank account without permission from their husbands until 1974 but sure let’s pretend daisy had any choice in marrying and staying with tom. let’s pretend she didn’t depend on him to live, fostering a dependency that went beyond financials. let’s pretend she didn’t have a CHILD with him, whom she had to consider and protect. daisy antis eat shit and die.

she never did love tom. she trusted him to “take care of” her - meaning his money and influence could be used to protect her. he’d mistreated, neglected and threatened her, but his money + status would always be there. it’s all she knew. she didn’t know gatsby. she had to consider not only her own well-being, not only her child’s, but gatsby’s as well.

she wanted to run away.

did everyone miss that?

she couldn’t face him. she couldn’t let him know where she was, who she was with, because he would retaliate. he wouldn’t let himself be embarrassed. gatsby didn’t stand a chance. daisy never stood a chance.

she’s not a fool.

she’s a girl.

a girl in love. a girl trapped. a mother. a fucking 23 year old. she’s afraid.

of course she’s afraid. she’s never made a goddamn decision before. the DEFAULT is staying with tom. staying with tom is the LACK of action. of course she stayed with tom! gatsby (whom i love) put her in a position she couldn’t face for his ego.

she would’ve left. she would’ve left quietly. jay couldn’t handle the thought of NOT embarrassing tom. jay valued winning daisy more than he loved her. he was willing to compromise her family to show off.

she couldn’t fight - risk herself, her child, and the man she loves - and you hate her for it? you hate her for receding back into the mistreatment she knows? you hate her for being a 23 year old never taught to do anything against a man, never taught independence, never valued for more than her looks + status. you hate her for being manipulated. you hate her for being trapped in a marriage that slowly kills her. you hate her for being a woman.

[anobsessedchocolatechip]

Rip daisy buchanan you would have loved bad idea right by olivia rodrigo

[maolonq]

Is it just me or is made to last just musically amazing

[eekub988]

i don’t believe in god, but i believe that you’re my savior

i sleep so i can see you, ‘cause i hate to wait so long

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

Okay, something harder now. (That’s what he sa-) Right on Time Daisy

Ohhhhhhhh boy oh boy oh boy

What is the character’s go-to drink order? For alcohol it's a mint julep (obviously.) and for coffee she doesn't drink coffee. she gets like a peach green tea or something.

What is their grooming routine? Literally just go watch her tiktoks to find out........just kidding. She does have like a 27-step skincare routine and she's sponsored by this all-natural haircare brand so she does use their products religiously (along with like. five hundred dollar scalp treatments and stuff like that.) She used to get everything waxed regularly but now all she waxes is her face (eyebrows, lip, chin, etc) because she's still insecure about it after You Know Fucking Who. Tom Buchanan kill yourself challenge

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? Maintaining an Old Money Mommy Blogger aesthetic costs a fucking LOT. She gets matchy outfits with Pammy and has a specific playroom just for filming in. And it's beige. Pammy lives in beige hell.

Do they have any scars or tattoos? She and Jay may possibly have matching tattoos. They're tee-tiny and well hidden. She has a J kind of tucked up under her right boob, closer to the side of her torso and usually well-hidden by a bra or bathing suit.

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? Daisy cries pretty much every night after Pammy goes to bed. She's going through a lot right now between the divorce and the crisis of having killed someone.

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? She is an only child and her daddy's favorite girl. Her mom does not like having competition.

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. Dwarves All Leather Ballet Flats with Bow Square Toe in black.

Describe the place where they sleep. Her bedroom like the rest of her house is kept in a state of camera-readiness, almost to the point where she doesn't like sleeping there. She usually sleeps on the couch, curled up with some super uber 'healthy' snack food that she fell asleep eating. Not that anyone will ever know.

What is their favorite holiday? She loves the fourth of July, actually. She used to love standing on her balcony back in Louisville and watching the crazy neighbor across the street spend 25k on fireworks.

What objects do they always carry around with them? She always has her phone, Bobbi Brown lip gloss in the color “Force of Nature”, and a notebook and a little golden pencil. Also a spare hairclaw, a bag of veggie straws for Pammy, all her credit cards, Wellys-brand bandaids, tissues, wet wipes, a tide pen...she's a tote bag girlie.