#clay jensen imagine
IMAGINE…
Clay had been faking being bad at Math, just so he could spend time with you while you tutored him. Eventually you find out and ask him about it.
“Okay, yeah, you got me, I guess. So, what now? We stop being friends and never talk to each other again? You call me a weirdo and tell everyone about the crazy person who–”
“Clay, Jesus!” You stop him, squeezing his wrist. “I’m not gonna do any of that. I actually think it’s kind of cute. It’s shows initiative… in a strange, socially awkward kind of way.”
“Uh- really?”
“Sure. So,” You move your grip from his wrist and hold his hand out, placing the tip of your pen against his skin. “What time and where?”
He blinks. “For what?”
“Our first date.”
THE LOVE ACT
pairing: clay jensen x fem!reader
word count: 800+
warnings: tooth rotting fluff
a/n: i sat down to write a completely different kind of a fic with clay, but then this somehow happened? hahaha. personally i don’t much like writing anything dialogue-free but i just couldn’t stop once i started this and i hope someone enjoys it anyways. :) also the ‘fem!reader’ is so mild, like, i only used gender terms a couple of times so if you just ignore them then it’s almost gn!reader
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Clay was the type of friend that you could do anything with, tell anything to, and be your complete, unfiltered self around. He was kind, funny, protective, and you were so thankful to have him in your life.
At this point, in Senior year, you’d been his best friend since you were very young. Your father’s taught together at the same university, and that meant you would see him whenever they met up for coffee, or to watch a game. It started off with your Dad handing you a little gift as you walked to the Jensen’s front door. He had knocked and then told you to wish Clay a happy birthday and hand it to him. Small, toddler hands reached for the box and found a colourful, toy robot inside. Father’s suggested their son and daughter to high five, or hug in thanks, and the rest is history. Ever since, you’d hung out almost every single day.
Then, things changed. Not in a bad way. Not at all. But you could tell things had shifted somewhere along the line; and you knew Clay felt it, too.
Your eyes met and took far longer than usual to fall away. Hands lingered, fingers reaching out to touch, but never meeting. Hugs felt a second longer than they used to. Things between you were more tense, and even your closest friends had noticed.
Jessica, Tyler, Tony… all of them could tell that there was something more between the two of you. There had been days where Jess had asked you about it, and for months you lied, telling her that everything was normal. You were just best friends and that was all. But then eventually, you gave in. and you told her how you felt about Clay, really.
Clay had said the same things to Justin and Tony. They spilled on their suspicions, and in time, were also let in on his truth. The only problem was that neither of you would admit it to each other.
At first you were afraid of losing Clay if he ever found out, but the secret found it’s way through your friend group, and it wasn’t very long until both of you knew. Being mad at your friends only crossed your mind for a few hours, thoughts of the boy you were falling for taking over.
Quickly after, you realised that your fears were just that. He wasn’t going anywhere. All your cards - and his - were on the table, and he was still inviting you over for movie nights, and study sessions, and whatever other reason he could come up with to spend more and more time with you. But he also always remained subtle and shy.
There was no push. You didn’t feel any pressure whatsoever to discuss what you had both revealed, or to act on it in any way. You did the same for him, never asking questions or trying to talk about it; no matter how much you wanted to. Neither of you forced any kind of uninvited contact. Even though, every time you even glanced in Clay’s direction now, you could so easily imagine yourselves together.
Your arms wrapped around him, your lips on his, your bodies tangled together. The images left your skin tingling, your body itching to act. And, finally, on a particular evening after school, you did.
It was a normal night. A Thursday. You both wanted to finish you robotics project that, of course, you had been working together on for a couple of weeks now. Clay asked you hold something in place while he collected some glue from a drawer, but then you slipped, or your hand cramped, or… something, and the robot fell. Two hands were swift to catch it, your fingers grazing over each other’s as you carefully placed it back on the counter.
But neither of your hands moved. Both of them still touching as you felt Clay hook his index finger around yours. You reacted by doing the same, glancing up into slightly wide, hopeful eyes. Clay was brave in a lot of ways, but at this moment you thought maybe shyness would overcome him and he would back away. The next few moments proved you wrong.
Clay’s fingertips brushed along and around the skin of your hand as he tested the waters, making his move and linking your hands together. Palm against palm, you watched in wonder as he smiled, loving the way it felt to properly hold a part of you. He reached to take the other hand, and you felt your own smile grow.
The spark between you crackled and shone, and a couple of seconds felt like a lifetime, before he took the ultimate step and asked you a simple, but life altering question. To which, you had an equally simple and equally life altering answer. Yes.
Eyes searched and lingered, before finally falling closed. Hands roamed, fingers wandering, feeling everywhere they could reach. Bodies moved closely together. Everything fell into place, and you felt so undoubtedly loved.
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I’ll probably comeback and edit this at some point - there are parts I’m not sure about, but it was written at 1am with no planning so I hope you liked so far :)
Request: “what if you were Alex’s sister?”
Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader | Alex Standall x Reader
Warnings:None
Word Count: 126
A/N:I saw this gif and loved it.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re creeping on Y/N, Clay…”
I looked up and saw the white-haired Alex Standall. I shook my head quickly. “No, no, I was just… Embracing the after school atmosphere. You know, sports and cheerleading.”
He sat next to me, not looking at me at all. “Nope, I really don’t care.” It was quiet for a moment.
“I prefer you over Justin if it makes you feel better.”
“What?” I furrowed my brows.
Still not looking in my general direction, he explained. “I’d rather have you dating my sister than that talking follicle. You’re a good guy, to my knowledge.”
I smiled to myself. Then I looked back to the field and say that ‘follicle’ wrapping his arms around her. That smile faded.
