I won’t let that happen again - Clay Jensen x reader
Note : This imagine ain’t mine, all the credits goes to @messrmoonyimagines, she simply asked me to post it on my blog for her.
Warnings : none except a really cute love declaration
had been around three weeks since Clay Jensen had passed the tapes on
to Mr. Porter, the crappy guidance counsellor. And you knew this
because you too, were on the tapes. However, like Clay, you didn’t
deserve to be. Hannah devoted a tape about how you and Clay should be
together because you both loved each other but felt bad because it
was Hannah’s feelings that got in the way between the two of you.
When you listened to your tape you cried, even though Hannah told you
not to, you couldn’t help letting a few fears through. She was your
bestfriend, your rock. She just wasn’t strong enough to carry on. And
as much as you hated her being gone and no longer being able to go to
Monet’s for a hot chocolate without being reminded of the good times
you shared there, you realized that in the end it was her decision
and she’d want anyone to respect that. So you tried. You really tried
to respect it. There were some days, that got to be too much, when
you were just too afraid to be lonely, too afraid that Bryce might
have another roaring party and you would decide to go. But after
Hannah died, you and Clay stuck to each other like glue. You were too
afraid to address what was on your tape, however, you carried on
loving him anyway. You heard Clay in the guidance counsellor’s office
talking about Hannah, “I cost a girl her life, because I was
afraid to love her.” And it broke your heart. Hannah was wrong
about the feelings being two sided, Clay loved Hannah, not you. You
tried to let it go. You tried to get over that he was still in love
with your dead bestfriend. But one day, something was off, Clay was
shaking with nerves, stuttering and flinching every time you tried to
touch his arm to make him tell you what was going on. He was so
nervous, he eventually shouted “I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING !”
Which made you jump but gesture for him to carry on.
“I have to
tell you something because last time I didn’t and last time didn’t
end up well. (Y/N), I cost a girl her life because I was afraid to
love her.” You nodded and let a few tears trickle down the side
of your face. “But that won’t happen again. Because I swore to
myself after the tapes and this whole lawsuit mess was over, I’d
finally tell you.” You nodded, meaning for him to continue.
“(Y/N), I’m freaking in love with you! And I think, a part of me
always have been, and always will be. I never want to leave your side
because I’m too afraid , afraid that one day you’ll walk out that
door and end up like Hannah. But I can’t, won’t let that happen, I
love you. I love you. So damn much. I would throw myself off a cliff
if you asked. And the terrifying thing is, I’m not scared. I’m not
scared to love you because I think you feel the same. I’m not scared
to love you because you’re beautiful and funny and kind and amazing,
all rolled into one. And that smile, don’t get me started on that
smile. (Y/N), you’re beautiful and I love you. You’re
beautiful and I love you. So, yeah. Maybe you don’t feel
the same and this was some big mistake that I shouldn’t have done.
But damn it, I can’t be too afraid to wake up, knowing you might not
be at school when I get there. I’m not experienced in girls or
relationships, god knows I did a shitty job with Hannah. But I think,
this time, with you, I can be better, you make me better.”
had a hand over your mouth and tears were rolling down your cheeks
but you still managed, “Clay Jensen, since Hannah died, I’ve
been a mess. But you, you’ve made my soul sing and my heart laugh in
ways you can’t even imagine. Every time I see you my heart pounds in
my chest because of how much I love you.” Clay was smiling, he
would never admit it but he had a few tears in his eyes too.
do you think you’d like to be my girlfriend ?” Clay asked,
taking your hand.
of course I would.” You assured. He leaned down slowly and your
eyes met. You stared into each other’s eyes before crashing your lips
against his. You quickly put a hand on the back of his neck, running
your fingers through the baby hairs there. He smiled into the kiss
and with your other hand you squeezed his hand in yours. You pulled
away slowly and rested your forehead against his.
Jensen, I love you.”
love you too, (F/N) (L/N). More than you’ll ever know.”
A/N : Don’t forget that talking to someone can help you, so I’m here if you need. If you want, just send me a message anonymously and I’ll do my best to cheer you up :)
*blesses everyone with his beautiful singing voice*
EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING! MY SUNSHINE IS SINGING!! THAT'S MY SOUL PARTNER Y'ALL!! APPRECIATE THIS! BEYONCE BETTER WATCH OUT CUZ SHE HAS SOME COMPETITION!! I HAVE HEARD HEAVEN! "H" TO THE "O" TO THE "S" TO THE "E" "O" "K"!!!
this is for soma week 2017 day 1: confession! i asked for prompts and @whos-that-foxi-lady said: “maka being fascinated with the way Soul sings when he thinks no one is listening.” so here you go! warnings for swearing and mentions of blood and an accident.
She’s hooked on the way he sings when he thinks no one’s listening. Dress skirt bunched up in her hands, she stands a safe distance away from his rolled-down car window, steeping in his voice’s melancholic highs and lows. The moments before he notices her and cuts himself off are brief but glorious and leave her heart full.
In this newfound silence, she offers a gentle smile and takes in his neatly parted hair, pressed blazer, and black bowtie. The vulnerability on his face is divine, a privilege to witness. Her fondness for him deepens even more than she thought it ever could. “Hey, you. You look nice.”
“No problem. Can I climb in?”
Sliding into the passenger seat is instinct to Maka, who probably knows the car better than Soul because she keeps up with its maintenance schedule for him. Together they’ve added roughly twenty thousand miles to the odometer during the last year he’s had it, going on day trips each Saturday, cruising the streets until curfew when one of them wants to get out of their house and needs the other’s company. Even when they’re deep in their own thoughts, they’re together, which is how Maka knows she’s needed right now.
After all, she only catches Soul singing when he’s fighting off an extreme emotion.