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the black lake - mattheo riddle

summary: mattheo is hogwarts' triwizard tournament champion, and he's proven that he can crush the competition. but when the stakes are raised, and you're involved, nothing will get in his way.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: this was was so fun to think about! lots of references to goblet of fire! lots of swearing, matty is not a happy camper in this one. enjoy ♡

Obviously this boy would put his name in the Goblet of Fire (all of the boys did) and there would be a lot of feelings about him being chosen as the Hogwarts champion, lots of accusations about him rigging the selection (he probably did). But he'd definitely crush the competition, especially when he had the right motivation...

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It's the morning of the second task, the day crisp and frosty, creating puffs of air as Mattheo huffed in exertion, marching down to the Black Lake surrounded by his friends. Suffice to say, he was pissed. It was fucking frigid outside and he hadn't seen you all morning, the combination enough to set him dangerously on edge.

You'd told him you'd come spend the night with him, and if nothing else you always ate breakfast together, so when you didn't show up last night and you were nowhere to be found this morning he was furious that you'd blown him off. Now he was spending his entire walk from the castle to the lake ruminating over it, piling on every perceived slight over the last few days, including the way he saw you talking to a group of guys from Durmstrang in the Great Hall yesterday, causing him to involuntarily curl his hands into fists at his side.

His friends walked beside him, surrounding him in a sort of semicircle, but moving in complete silence; they knew better than to try to say anything to him when he was in a mood like this. Before long, Pansy came running to meet them, nearly out of breath as she said, exasperated, "I couldn't fucking find her. She's not anywhere in our dormitory, in the library, I don't know where she's gone." Concern and frustration laced her voice as she looked at the group and then up at Mattheo.

This wasn't like you.

You had been Mattheo's #1 supporter throughout the whole tournament, helping him prepare, cheering him on, jumping into his arms the moment he'd defeated his dragon, and generally always glued to his side. In fact, you were always glued to all of their sides, the group of you being nearly inseparable, so having you missing made all of the boys feel shifty and on edge as they looked at one another.

Fear bloomed in Mattheo's chest. And the feeling of fear when it came to you did not sit well with him. He didn't want to feel afraid, to feel vulnerable when it came to you, so he opted to shove the feeling down, keeping instead with anger which was much easier and more natural to him.

"I don't have time for this" he muttered, quickening his pace as they all scrambled to keep up with him.

The biting wind whipped through his dark curls and stung his cheeks as he stood on the platform above the lake, staring into the middle-distance of the dark and choppy waves. Students and staff alike were cheering and shouting their encouragement for their champions, but he was completely zoned out, his mind bouncing back and forth between your lingering absence and the task ahead of him. He only perked up when Dumbledore's loud voice rang out over the crowd.

"Welcome to the second task!" it radiated.

"Last night something was stolen from each of our champions, a treasure of sorts—"

Mattheo's heart plummeted so fast into his stomach that he subconsciously grasped at his chest. A treasure? There wasn't a thing he owned that he valued enough to call a treasure, not a single thing in his life that held that much weight... except you. You were undeniably his treasure. He looked back into the murky water of the Black Lake... it couldn't be... he thought ... surely they wouldn't... as Dumbledore's voice continued.

"—These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake—" Mattheo's stomach lurched with what little breakfast he'd been able to eat as his eyes shot to Pansy's in the crowd in enough time to see her clasp her hand to her mouth as she pieced the situation together.

"—In order to win, each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this. They will have but one hour to do so and one hour only. After that, they'll be on their own. No magic will save them."

Mattheo's feet were moving before Dumbledore said another word, sprinting towards the water because fuck this stupid tournament, and fuck the geezer for thinking he could take you away from him, that he could put you in danger.

"You may begin at the sound of the cannon."

BOOM!

Mattheo heard the blast as his body hit the water, diving headfirst into the waves without bothering to cast a spell, without a care to what he'd find within the foreboding depths.

The cold shocked his system, but his heart was hammering for plenty of other reasons as he pulled his body through the fierce current, his strong arms and legs working against the waves.

For a minute he was surrounded in dark nothingness. He could feel rather than see that he wasn't alone in the water, occasionally sensing something moving on either side of him, but he didn't have time, you didn't have time for him to care. His lungs started to burn and he pressed his wand to his neck, casting a spell frantically so as not to waste another second.

After swimming at an impossible pace for so long he wondered if there even was a bottom to the lake, he heard an ethereal sound, like singing and changed course to swim towards it, which brought him to a large clearing where he could see merpeople swimming around. The few nearest him whipped their heads toward him, surprised at his presence as they turned to face him fully. He dared them, dared any fucking one of them to come near him, welcomed it actually, a chance to take out his rage, but they steered clear, perhaps sensing it would be a losing battle despite the tritons they carried and their razor-sharp teeth.

He swam on, his muscles straining, aching with the exertion of pulling his weight through the thick water at such an unwavering and desperate pace, but the feeling faded, drained from him, as four distinct figures came into view, four bodies, tethered and floating in the water, their hair moving eerily around their faces, their bodies stiff and still, like corpses.

He identified you immediately and he swam harder and harder until he was close enough to touch you. He brushed a hand against your cheek; your skin held a blueish tint and your face was expressionless, void of the smile that you always had for him, that reached your eyes, that lit up your face, the absence of it was enough to make his eyes sting in a way that had nothing to do with the brackish water.

He grasped your stiff form, the resistance of your body against his continuing to mess with his mind as he sent a spell to sever the rope that secured you and tried not to think about how rigid you felt in his arms.

His ability to breath underwater didn't matter for shit, because he was certain he didn't breath the entire way back, climbing harder and harder as he carried your weight with him, desperate to reach the surface, desperate to save you, thinking the entire time how fucking foolish he'd been to spend even one second mad at you today.

Finally, he could see the light of the surface, the grey clouds in the sky reflecting in the waves, and after a final series of strong kicks he broke through the current.

Immediately, he felt you come alive again in his arms, spluttering and coughing as you grasped for him.

"M-Matty!?" you said hysterically, the cold and fear in your voice setting his heart in a vice as your eyes fluttered open and you looked around in confusion at your surroundings. "What happened?! Where—?!"

"—It's okay, you're okay, you're safe" he said, pulling you against him, keeping you both afloat even as you rocked in the waves and he gasped deeply for air.

"C'mere, c'mon" he said, swimming with you in his embrace towards the platform, anxious to get you out of the freezing water.

The crowd had erupted into cheers when you'd breached the surface, and they were announcing that Mattheo was the champion by a long shot, not having been in the water for more than 20 minutes, the other champions still completely unaccounted for. But hearing talk of the competition and seeing everyone's ignorance about the whole situation as they clapped and smiled was pushing him to his limit as he hoisted you up to Pansy who greeted you with a thick towel.

Mattheo pulled himself out of the water, barely taking time to wrap a towel around his shoulders before grabbing three more and pulling them around you. You laughed under the heavy bundle, even as your shivering continued uncontrollably. "I-I'm okay, I-I'm okay" you said, trying to reassure him, even as you noticed that he wouldn't meet your eyes.

"Buncha fucking idiots" you heard him muttering as he rubbed your arms before he stooped down and swept you off your feet bridal style, one hand around your waist, the other holding on to your legs. The crowd cheered again, erupting in a sigh of "awws" at the gesture until he began barreling towards them.

"Matty?" you asked, concerned, "Where are we—?"

"—Anywhere but here" he growled as people began pushing each other to get out of his way.

"Mr. Riddle!" McGonagall chided, chasing after you both as you watched her from over his shoulder, urging him to stop as a couple of other professors followed in pursuit.

He veered towards the raised platform where the headmasters were seated, coming to a brief stop in front of Dumbledore who had stood to his feet.

"You are out of your fucking mind!" Mattheo spat at him.

Several people around you gasped, even Igor Karkaroff had the wherewithal to look surprised, impressed even, before Mattheo walked away, marching right off the platform and back towards the school as the entire crowd watched you go.

You could tell Mattheo was tired, beyond tired, physically, emotionally; you could feel his arms shaking against your weight.

"Matty, I can walk, it's okay" you said quietly, but he wouldn't let you go, wouldn't set you down, wouldn't even respond to you or meet your eyes. So you resigned yourself to resting your head on his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck which seemed to relax him a bit.

He carried you all the way to his room, making his way to the bathroom where he finally set you down and immediately began running you a hot bath. Wordlessly, he found a towel and a set of his clothes for you to wear, placing them at the edge of the tub before leaving without a word, closing the door gently behind him.

You looked anxiously at the closed door, aware that something was very very wrong, but also acknowledging that he might need a minute, and that you still couldn't feel the tips of your fingers or toes, so you resigned yourself to the hot water.

It felt heavenly, as did washing the muck of the lake off your skin and out of your hair. You reveled in the smell of his soap, like cedar and evergreen, but you were too anxious to sit there any longer than necessary, quickly pulling on his sweatpants and sweatshirt that engulfed your frame as you toweled your hair dry and pushed the door open.

Mattheo was seated at the edge of his bed, still dripping wet, his body shaking noticeably as he stared at the ground. He glanced up when he heard you, visibly relaxing a bit as he took in your warm, rosy cheeks and your soft smile, his mind flashing for only a moment to your unsmiling rigid form floating in the water, trying to reconcile that version of you with the one in front of him.

You approached him slowly, moving to stand between his legs as you took his face in your warm hands, tilting it to look at you. He had a strained, puzzled expression on his face as his eyes drank you in before his hands came to rest on your waist.

"Babe—" you started.

"—I love you" he said.

Your heart somersaulted over the words you'd never heard him say before as you let out a small breath, your hand moving to cover your mouth in shock as your eyes widened.

"I'm-I'm a fucking wreck for you" he continued, laughing humorlessly as he shook his head. "Today... really fucked me up. I thought I'd lost you, I thought..." he paused, getting quiet "...The way you looked down there, alone, miles under the water, surrounded by all sorts of shit" he shook his head harder like he could unlive the memory of it all.

"I should have told you sooner, because I've known for awhile, for a long fucking time, but I've been too scared to say it, too scared that you don't remotely feel the same way, but that doesn't matter anymore, nothing fucking matters other than you hearing me say it, today, every day, I love you, YN." His eyes met yours finally, wide and sincere. "With everything I've got, I love you."

"I love you too!—" you whispered, and the words were barely out of your mouth before he pressed his cold lips to yours, pulling you into him so tightly you let out an involuntary squeak as your arms moved to wrap around his neck and he fell backwards onto his bed, continuing to mumble against your lips "Iloveyou, loveyou, I loveyou", smushing your kisses with his affectionate words until you were laughing with joy, the sound finally reassuring him that you were his, and that you were okay.

♡

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shellsarepretty · 4 months ago

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tehe keeping this for whenever

the black lake - mattheo riddle

summary: mattheo is hogwarts' triwizard tournament champion, and he's proven that he can crush the competition. but when the stakes are raised, and you're involved, nothing will get in his way.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: this was was so fun to think about! lots of references to goblet of fire! lots of swearing, matty is not a happy camper in this one. enjoy ♡

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This wasn't like you.

"I don't have time for this" he muttered, quickening his pace as they all scrambled to keep up with him.

"Welcome to the second task!" it radiated.

"Last night something was stolen from each of our champions, a treasure of sorts—"

"You may begin at the sound of the cannon."

BOOM!

Mattheo heard the blast as his body hit the water, diving headfirst into the waves without bothering to cast a spell, without a care to what he'd find within the foreboding depths.

The cold shocked his system, but his heart was hammering for plenty of other reasons as he pulled his body through the fierce current, his strong arms and legs working against the waves.

Finally, he could see the light of the surface, the grey clouds in the sky reflecting in the waves, and after a final series of strong kicks he broke through the current.

Immediately, he felt you come alive again in his arms, spluttering and coughing as you grasped for him.

"—It's okay, you're okay, you're safe" he said, pulling you against him, keeping you both afloat even as you rocked in the waves and he gasped deeply for air.

"C'mere, c'mon" he said, swimming with you in his embrace towards the platform, anxious to get you out of the freezing water.

"Matty?" you asked, concerned, "Where are we—?"

"—Anywhere but here" he growled as people began pushing each other to get out of his way.

"Mr. Riddle!" McGonagall chided, chasing after you both as you watched her from over his shoulder, urging him to stop as a couple of other professors followed in pursuit.

He veered towards the raised platform where the headmasters were seated, coming to a brief stop in front of Dumbledore who had stood to his feet.

"You are out of your fucking mind!" Mattheo spat at him.

You could tell Mattheo was tired, beyond tired, physically, emotionally; you could feel his arms shaking against your weight.

"Babe—" you started.

"—I love you" he said.

Your heart somersaulted over the words you'd never heard him say before as you let out a small breath, your hand moving to cover your mouth in shock as your eyes widened.

♡

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shellsarepretty · 4 months ago

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i love this writer! check her out <3

Wearing a new perfume and Walker literally cannootttttt stop sniffing you he’s obsessed with it

Scent of You

You hadn’t expected anyone to notice.

It was just a new perfume, something light, something floral with a hint of vanilla. You’d sprayed it on that morning, thinking nothing of it. But apparently, it was affecting someone more than you’d anticipated.

Walker.

From the moment you walked onto set, he had been acting weird.

First, it was subtle. His head tilted slightly when you passed him, brows knitting together like he was trying to place something. Then, when you sat next to him for a scene rehearsal, he shifted a little closer, casual, but not really.

Then came the sniffing.

At first, you thought you were imagining it. But no. Walker was actually, literally leaning in and inhaling the air around you like some kind of bloodhound.

“…Are you sniffing me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Walker blinked, like he hadn’t even realized what he was doing. “What? No.” A pause. “Maybe.” He cleared his throat, leaning back like he hadn’t just been inches from burying his face in your shoulder.

You gave him a look.

Charlie, sitting across from you both, looked up from his phone. “Dude, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” Walker said quickly, but his gaze flickered back to you. “It’s just…you smell really good today.”

Heat crawled up your neck. “Oh. Uh, thanks?”

He opened his mouth like he was about to say something else, but then just shook his head, running a hand through his hair like he was frustrated with himself.

And it didn’t stop there.

Throughout the day, every time you were near him, he’d lean in just slightly. If you moved closer, his eyes would flutter shut for a second like he was memorising the scent. If you so much as brushed past him, he’d swallow hard and look away like he was trying way too hard to pretend it wasn’t affecting him.

By lunch, it had escalated.

You were standing in the food line when you felt someone behind you. Close.

You turned your head and, yep. Walker.

His face was inches from your hair, eyes half-lidded like he was drunk on your scent.

“Okay,” you said, fighting a smile. “I think we need to establish some boundaries.”

Walker blinked rapidly, like he’d just snapped out of a trance. “I—what? No. I wasn’t—”

“You were,” Charlie cut in, grabbing his tray. “Dude, I think you have a problem.”

“I do not,” Walker insisted, but his ears were red.

You smirked. “So, if I told you the name of my perfume, would you—”

“Don’t.” His voice was almost pained. “I can’t know. It’s dangerous information.”

Charlie cackled. “Oh my God. You’re down so bad.”

Walker groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, while you just stood there, fighting the urge to laugh.

Maybe you’d have to wear this perfume more often.

A/N: clearing out drafts sorry its short but thank u for the request

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shellsarepretty · 5 months ago

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Hiiii! ❤️❤️

I have a request maybe with Walker x reader, where she is Ryan Reynolds 16 year old daughter. She's part of PJO cast and she has a huge crush on him and Ryan finds it funny and bugs her about it and accidentally tells everyone and Walker says he feels the same and they have a cute moment

"Dad, Stop!"

Being Ryan Reynolds’ daughter had its perks: red carpet events, hanging out on movie sets, and watching him come up with a new joke every thirty seconds. But it also came with one enormous downside your dad loved to embarrass you. And nothing was more embarrassing than your very obvious crush on Walker Scobell.

You’d been cast in the Percy Jackson series, playing one of the minor yet memorable demigod roles. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and you couldn’t have been more excited.... until you met Walker. From the moment he introduced himself, all messy hair and wide smiles, you were a goner. You thought you’d done a good job hiding your feelings, keeping the blush off your cheeks whenever he teased you or avoiding staring at him for too long when he laughed. But you weren’t fooling anyone, least of all your dad.

Ryan was many things an actor, a comedian, a professional troublemaker but above all, he was a dad. And dads had a sixth sense for sniffing out crushes.

“So,” he’d said one evening, leaning casually against the kitchen counter while you finished scrolling through your lines for the next day. “How’s Walker doing these days?”

You didn’t even glance up. “Fine.”

“Fine?” he repeated, a grin already tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Just fine? I would’ve thought you’d have more to say about him, considering the heart-eyes you give him every time he’s around.”

Your head shot up, your face heating instantly. “I don’t give him heart-eyes!”

“Kid, please,” Ryan said, chuckling. “I’m your dad. You’re not as subtle as you think.”

And from that moment on, your crush on Walker became his favorite joke. Every day, he’d find a new way to bring it up.

“Don’t forget to invite your boyfriend over for dinner!”

“Did you and Walker hold hands on set yet? Oh, wait, let me guess—he touched your shoulder, and you haven’t stopped thinking about it for three days.”

“I mean, he’s a good-looking kid. I see the appeal. But maybe tell him to work on his posture.”

You groaned every time, begging him to stop, but he only found it funnier. His teasing was relentless.

The final straw came when your dad decided to take things public. The Percy Jackson cast had planned a casual dinner together at a restaurant, and Ryan had tagged along—strictly as your “chauffeur,” of course. He wasn’t about to miss a chance to see you in your element. Or, as you suspected, to torment you further.

The evening was going well. You sat beside Walker, laughing at his stories and doing your best not to lose your cool every time his knee accidentally bumped yours under the table. You felt like you were keeping it together. That is, until your dad leaned forward with his trademark smirk.

“So, Walker,” he began, his voice carrying across the table, “when are you going to ask my daughter out?”

The world froze. Your fork stopped halfway to your mouth. Walker’s eyes went wide, and the rest of the cast stared at your dad like he’d lost his mind.

You, on the other hand, wished the floor would swallow you whole. “Dad!” you hissed, glaring at him.

“What?” Ryan said innocently, shrugging. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. Right, Walker?”

Walker looked like he might pass out. His cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and he stammered, “Uh—I—I mean—what?”

“Dad, stop it!” you said, your voice louder now, your embarrassment reaching critical levels.

“Why?” Ryan asked, still grinning like this was the funniest thing he’d ever done. “You like him. He clearly likes you. I’m just helping things along.”

Walker coughed awkwardly, avoiding everyone’s gaze. “I… uh… wait, hold on. She… likes me?”

You froze, realizing what your dad had just done. Your heart was pounding so loudly you could barely hear yourself speak. “I—no—I mean—”

“Kid, don’t deny it,” Ryan interrupted, waving a hand. “She talks about you all the time. She’s smitten.”

You wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. “Dad, you’re ruining my life!”

But then, something unexpected happened. Walker cleared his throat and looked at you, his blush still very much present but his gaze steady. “Wait. Is that true?”

You hesitated, your palms sweating. “I… yeah,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely audible. “It’s true.”

For a moment, the table went completely silent. You stared at your plate, bracing yourself for whatever awkward response was coming next. But when Walker spoke, his voice was soft and almost… hopeful.

“I like you too,” he said.

Your head snapped up. “What?”

He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, yeah. I’ve liked you for a while now. I just… didn’t know how to say it.”

Ryan let out a loud, dramatic gasp. “I knew it! My instincts are unmatched.”

“Dad!” you snapped, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

Walker laughed nervously, his gaze meeting yours again. “So, uh, maybe we could hang out sometime? Just the two of us?”

“I’d like that,” you said, your heart racing in a way that felt both terrifying and wonderful.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself. “And they say parenting is hard. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Dad, you’re banned from speaking for the rest of the night,” you said, but your tone was light, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks.

And for the rest of the dinner, Walker stayed a little closer to your side, his hand brushing yours under the table just enough to make your cheeks flush all over again.

A/N: love this so much thanks for the request

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shellsarepretty · 5 months ago

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Reconnected

a/n: requests are more than welcomed <3

summary: walker and you had a thing for eachother in seventh grade. you were both really awkward, but then covid hit. you grew appart, but then walker landed his breakthrough role, Adam Reed in the Adam Project. would you guys start talking more?

warnings: none <3

Y/n had always thought about Walker, but she never expected to hear from him again. Seventh grade had been a whirlwind of emotions—awkward glances, shared smiles in the hallways, and that brief, silly crush that only lasted as long as school dances and the fleeting days of middle school. It felt like another lifetime now, especially after everything that had happened in the past few years.

Then came COVID.

School shut down, and the world seemed to slow to a halt. Y/n and Walker drifted apart just like everyone else. Virtual classrooms, chaotic schedules, and the strange isolation that followed made it hard to hold onto friendships, especially when people were stuck inside their own worlds. So, it wasn’t surprising that communication between her and Walker ended as quickly as it had started. They never had a dramatic falling out—there was no fight, no grand goodbye. It was just the inevitable separation of time and circumstances.

But in the back of her mind, Y/n had always wondered what had happened to Walker. She had seen the rumors and glimpses of his face in the news, always curious but never digging too deep. Then one afternoon, her phone buzzed with a notification: Walker Scobell liked your story.

It wasn’t a direct message, just a like on an Instagram story she had posted to celebrate Walker’s recent success. She had seen that he landed the role of Adam Reed in The Adam Project, a Netflix movie starring Ryan Reynolds. Y/n had always been proud of him—even from afar. She remembered how passionate he’d been about acting when they were younger, and to see that he was living his dream made her smile.

She opened the notification, not expecting anything beyond a simple acknowledgment of her post. But there, in the comments, was Walker’s familiar face emoji, followed by the words: Thanks so much for the support, Y/n!

Her heart skipped a beat.

It was the first time they had spoken in years, and it was almost as if the past had never happened.

Walker liked my story!

She stared at the screen, unsure of what to say back. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she typed, Of course! You’ve worked so hard for this, you deserve it.

Before she could second-guess herself, she hit send. Then the conversation started flowing, slow at first, like two people testing the waters of a friendship that had been dormant for too long.

A Week Later:

It didn’t take long for their conversations to become a regular occurrence. Walker had reached out again after that first exchange, and the two of them picked up right where they left off, as if no time had passed. They texted each other every day—sometimes about the movie, sometimes about school, and other times just about the random thoughts that popped into their heads.

Y/n found herself grinning more than usual whenever her phone buzzed with a message from Walker. It was strange, but comforting, to hear from him again. He was still the same—kind, funny, and easy to talk to. He had changed in some ways, of course. He was no longer the boy from seventh grade who fumbled his words in front of her, but the confident young actor who had a growing fan base and a life full of opportunities.

But he still had the same spark in his eyes, the same goofy sense of humor that made Y/n laugh until her cheeks hurt. They had both grown up so much, but some things remained unchanged.

Then, one day, Walker mentioned that he was coming to town for a promotional event related to The Adam Project. The movie had just been released, and there were interviews, press tours, and all kinds of events happening. He had asked if she wanted to hang out when he was free, just the two of them. The invitation was casual, but Y/n could tell there was something more to it.

She had a nervous flutter in her chest.

What if he didn’t feel the same way anymore? What if this was just a friendly gesture? Her mind ran through a thousand scenarios, each one more confusing than the last.

But she couldn’t say no. She was already in too deep.

“I’ll be there,” she typed back. Her fingers trembled as she hit send.

January, 2025. Walker was 16 now, and Y/n was (sadly) still 15. It was strange to see how much they had both changed—physically, mentally, and emotionally. She noticed the way Walker carried himself now, the subtle confidence that came with having achieved something most people only dreamed of. He wasn’t just an actor anymore; he was a star.

When they met up at a café near his hotel, it felt like no time had passed at all. He greeted her with the same warmth and energy she remembered, that goofy smile spreading across his face when he saw her.

“You look exactly the same,” he said, and Y/n could tell he wasn’t just saying it for the sake of being nice. He genuinely meant it.

She smiled, trying to hide the blush creeping up her neck. “You, too. Still that same old Walker Scobell.”

He laughed, a sound that felt like home to her. “I hope so. Don’t want to lose my charm.”

They sat down at a table by the window, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about everything—their favorite memories from middle school, their experiences during the pandemic, their lives since they’d last spoken. Y/n was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him again. It was like they had never stopped being friends.

But there was something different now. A subtle tension in the air that neither of them wanted to acknowledge. Walker kept looking at her with a softness in his eyes, his gaze lingering just a little too long. Y/n could feel it, too—the way her heart beat a little faster when their hands brushed, the way her stomach fluttered every time he smiled.

It was clear to her now. Walker wasn’t just friendly anymore. He was… interested.

Later that Day:

They walked around the city after their lunch, talking about everything and nothing. As the afternoon sun began to dip, casting long shadows on the ground, Walker pulled her to a quiet spot near the water.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “I’ve missed you. A lot.”

Y/n stopped walking, her breath catching in her throat. She turned to face him, unsure of what to say. The words hung in the air, unspoken, between them.

“I know we were just kids when we first met,” Walker continued, “but I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. You’ve always been so important to me, even when we lost touch. I… I don’t know, it’s just hard to explain.”

Y/n could feel her pulse quicken. This wasn’t just a casual hangout anymore. This was something else, something bigger.

“I’ve missed you too,” she said softly, her heart racing. “I didn’t think I would, but I have. A lot.”

Walker smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Really?”

She nodded, a shy smile creeping across her lips.

Walker stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until there was only an inch of air separating them. “I don’t want to mess this up,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I think… I think I might like you, Y/n. A lot.”

The words hung between them, and Y/n’s heart fluttered. It was the same feeling she had had all those years ago, back in seventh grade, but stronger now.

“I think I like you too,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

And in that moment, everything felt right. All the years of silence, the time apart, the confusion—it all melted away. They were here, together again, in a place where nothing else mattered except the way they felt in that moment.

Walker smiled, a grin that reached all the way to his eyes. “Then let’s not let anything get in the way this time.”

Y/n nodded, her heart soaring. “Yeah. Let’s not.”

And just like that, the past melted away. They were no longer the awkward seventh graders who barely knew how to talk to each other. They were two people, reconnected by time and chance, ready to see where this new chapter would take them.

As the months passed, Y/n and Walker grew closer. Their bond strengthened, and what started as a simple reconnection blossomed into something deeper, something that neither of them had expected. Walker continued to juggle his acting career, but he always made time for Y/n, and she supported him through it all.

It was like they were picking up the pieces of a puzzle that had been left unfinished for years. And now, they were finally putting them all together.

Y/n smiled to herself, thinking about the journey they had taken to get here. She had always known that life had a funny way of bringing people back together, and with Walker, she had never felt more sure of anything. Their story was just beginning, and this time, they weren’t going to let it slip away.

a/n: i tried to sound more like third person for this one tehe. lmk if you like this style of writing better than the other fics ive been doing.

#walker scobell #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #walker scobell x reader #shellsarepretty #percy jackson x reader #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #female reader

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shellsarepretty · 5 months ago

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Walker and you taking a photo together at a meet and greet but he can’t stop staring at you so when you post it everyone is like hes in love with you

Eyes on You

Being a Percy Jackson fan was practically your personality. You’d read the books so many times the covers were worn and the pages torn. So when the show’s cast was announced and Walker Scobell was revealed as Percy, you were a bit cautious. Then the trailer dropped, and your caution turned into a outright obsession. He was Percy Jackson, there was no doubt about it.

When Walker announced a meet-and-greet in your city, your friends practically shoved you into the ticket line. They knew how much the series meant to you, and they weren’t about to let you miss out on meeting Percy himself.

You spent the next few days obsessing over what to wear, what to say, and how to keep yourself from completely embarrassing yourself. Finally, the day arrived. The event was packed with fans of all ages, all buzzing with excitement. You waited in line, trying to calm your nerves as you moved closer to where Walker was sitting, signing posters and chatting with fans.

When it was your turn, you stepped up, clutching your phone tightly. Walker looked up from the poster he was signing, and for a moment, his expression shifted. His easy smile softened, and there was a spark of something you couldn’t quite place in his eyes.

“Hi!” you said, trying not to sound too starstruck.

“Hey!” Walker replied, his grin widening. “What’s your name?”

You told him, and he repeated it like he was testing how it felt on his tongue. “That’s a really nice name,” he said, his voice warm.

You managed to stammer out a thank-you and added, “I’ve been a fan of Percy Jackson since I was a kid. You’ve done such an amazing job bringing him to life.”

“Wow, thank you,” he said, looking genuinely touched. “That means a lot.”

After chatting for a bit, mostly you trying to keep your cool while he was effortlessly charming, it was time for the photo. You stood beside him, and he placed an arm around your shoulder. As the camera clicked, you noticed something unusual: Walker wasn’t looking at the camera.

He was looking at you.

When the photo was done, you thanked him again and walked away, your heart racing. You didn’t notice the way his gaze lingered as you left.

Later that night, you posted the photo on Instagram with a caption about how surreal it was to meet him. Within minutes, your notifications were blowing up. At first, you thought it was just your friends commenting. But then you started seeing things like:

“Um, why is he staring at you like that???” “HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU OMG.” “Walker Scobell, blink twice if you’re okay.” “He’s not even subtle about it.”

Curious, you went back to the photo. Sure enough, Walker’s eyes weren’t on the camera. They were locked on you, his expression soft and almost... adoring.

You didn’t know what to think. It was just a moment, right? A nice interaction with an actor who probably wouldn’t remember you by tomorrow. But as the comments piled up, you couldn’t help but wonder: Could there be more to it?

And somewhere, across town, Walker Scobell was scrolling through Instagram, staring at the same photo with a sheepish grin.

A/N: pt2 maybe and fuck u ali

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shellsarepretty · 5 months ago

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helloooo i have a request for youu

okay so walker scobell x reader where walker and the reader 'dated' when they were kids (like 11ish maybe?) but walker moved away, so they obviously stopped talking. then fast forward to now, he messages her on Instagram and at some point in the convo he says smth like "we never broke up" i hope this makes sense 😭

anyway i love youuu <33

We Never Broke Up

You and Walker had been inseparable as kids. From the moment you met at summer camp, there was an instant connection. At 11 years old, you didn’t know much about love, but whatever you had with Walker felt special. It was the kind of friendship where you’d pass notes, dare each other to do silly things, and sneak away from the group just to hang out under the stars. You’d even playfully called each other boyfriend and girlfriend, giggling at how grown-up it sounded.

But life had a way of pulling people apart. When camp ended, Walker moved across the country. You promised to stay in touch, but as time went on, the phone calls and texts became less frequent, and eventually, they stopped altogether.

Fast forward to now, and you were scrolling through Instagram, mindlessly tapping through stories. That’s when you saw him.

Walker Scobell.

You blinked, unsure if it was the same Walker you’d known all those years ago. But as you clicked on his profile, there was no doubt it was him. Except now, he was famous, starring in movies and making headlines. You hesitated for a moment before hitting the follow button, figuring there was no way he’d even notice.

To your surprise, he did.

The next day, a notification popped up: Walker Scobell has sent you a message.

Your heart raced as you opened it.

Walker: Wait... is this the same Y/N from camp? You: Depends. Are you the same Walker who screamed when we saw that raccoon by the cabins? Walker: 😭 Okay, fair, but yes. It’s me. Hi. You: Hi. Wow, it’s been forever. Walker: Yeah, like, what, 3 years? Maybe more?

The conversation flowed effortlessly. It was like no time had passed at all. You caught up on life how he got into acting, your own adventures, and everything in between. As the chat went on, the nostalgic warmth of your childhood friendship crept back in.

Then, out of nowhere, Walker dropped a bombshell.

Walker: You know... we never actually broke up. You: 😳 Walker: I mean, technically, right? We never said the words.

You laughed out loud, staring at the screen in disbelief.

You: Pretty sure moving across the country counts as a breakup, Walker. Walker: Nope. Doesn’t count unless someone says it. I’m just saying... we’re still technically dating. You: Oh, really? And what does that make us now? Walker: Long-distance couple reunited. 😌

You couldn’t help but smile, your cheeks heating up.

You: You’re ridiculous. Walker: Maybe. But I mean it. You were my first girlfriend, and I’m pretty sure I never stopped liking you.

Your heart skipped a beat. You stared at his message, unsure of what to say. Before you could respond, another message popped up.

Walker: Sorry if that’s too much. I just... I saw your profile and couldn’t stop thinking about you.

You took a deep breath before typing your reply.

You: It’s not too much. Honestly, I’ve thought about you too. A lot.

From there, the conversation shifted into something deeper, filled with confessions and laughter as you both navigated this unexpected reunion. By the end of the night, one thing was clear: whatever spark had existed between you as kids hadn’t faded it had only grown stronger.

Walker wasn’t just someone from your past anymore. He was part of your present, and maybe, just maybe, your future too.

A/N: u know i had to do my queens one first this my o.g girl i love her with my whole heart

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shellsarepretty · 5 months ago

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hi <3 <3

can i request a walker x reader fic and he and the reader have been really good friends for a while now, but they always had a teensie crush on eachother?

you don't have to if you dont want too! i love your fics sm istg hahah

Just Friends… Right?

A/N: thank u for the request love i'm glad u like my fics hope u like this one .

Movie nights at Leah’s house had become a tradition for the Percy Jackson cast a much needed escape from the chaos of filming. Everyone would pile onto the massive couch, surrounded by snacks and cozy blankets, as chatter filled the room. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that your mind was entirely preoccupied with one person: Walker.

You and Walker had been inseparable since the first table read. From joking around on set to late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours, he had become your person. Lately, though, you couldn’t shake the fluttering feeling in your chest whenever you were near him. The way his laughter filled the room, how his eyes crinkled when he smiled, or even the casual way he leaned against you during these movie nights it all set your heart racing in a way you couldn’t ignore.

Tonight, Leah had chosen a rom-com, one of her favorites. Walker had plopped down next to you, as usual, claiming the spot on the couch like it was reserved just for him. His leg pressed against yours, and his arm rested casually on the back of the couch, so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Walker said softly, his voice cutting through the noise of Leah arguing with Aryan over popcorn.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “Just tired,” you lied, offering a small smile.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, his brow quirking like he didn’t believe you for a second.

The movie started, and while the rest of the cast was engrossed in the storyline, you found yourself hyper-focused on Walker. Every time he shifted, your heart skipped a beat, and every accidental brush of his hand against yours felt like a shock of electricity.

“Okay, seriously?” Aryan groaned, interrupting your train of thought. “This is the cheesiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Leah threw a piece of popcorn at him. “Shut up, it’s iconic!”

Walker leaned closer to you, his shoulder pressing against yours. “They’re like an old married couple,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

You laughed softly, turning your head to meet his gaze. “And we’re the sane ones?”

He smirked, his eyes lingering on yours a bit too long. “Obviously.”

The moment stretched, the background noise of the movie and your friends fading into nothing. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from him, and for a second, you swore he was about to say something. But then he pulled back, grabbing a handful of popcorn like nothing had happened, leaving you to wonder if you’d imagined it.

As the movie progressed, your attention wavered between the screen and Walker. When the two main characters finally kissed, Aryan let out a dramatic groan. “Ugh, here we go with the slow-burn friends-to-lovers trope.”

Leah smacked his arm. “It’s called romance, Aryan. Maybe try feeling something for once.”

“Yeah, Aryan,” Walker chimed in, grinning. “Let the people enjoy their love story.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Since when are you a romance expert?”

“Since now,” he shot back, his tone playful but his expression soft.

“Please, you’d be the worst at confessing your feelings,” Aryan quipped, throwing popcorn at Walker.

Walker caught the piece, “You’d be surprised.”

The comment hung in the air, but before you could overanalyse it, Leah distracted everyone by rewinding the movie to replay her favourite scene.

As the credits rolled, the room fell into a comfortable silence, everyone too tired to move. Walker glanced at you, his voice low. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Your pulse quickened. “Of course.”

He hesitated, his usual confidence replaced with a nervous energy that made your stomach flip. “Have you ever… liked someone but didn’t know if they felt the same?”

Your breath caught, and you tried to keep your voice steady. “Maybe. Why?”

Walker’s hand found the edge of the popcorn bowl, his fingers fidgeting with it. “Just curious.”

You tilted your head, watching him closely. “If you’re asking for advice, I’d say just tell them. Worst case, they don’t feel the same, but at least you’d know, right?”

He let out a soft laugh, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The room felt heavier, the space between you charged with unspoken words. Then, Walker looked up, meeting your eyes with a vulnerability that took your breath away.

“Okay, I’ll tell them,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper

Walker took a deep breath, his eyes remaining on yours. “I like you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you thought you might have imagined them. “What?”

“I like you,” he repeated, his cheeks tinged with pink. “I have for a while. I just… didn’t know how to tell you.”

Your mind raced, a mix of shock and relief washing over you. “You… like me?”

Walker laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah. Is that okay?”

You stared at him, your heart swelling with a warmth you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back. “It’s more than okay,” you said softly. “Because I like you too.”

The smile that broke across his face was unlike anything you’d ever seen—bright, genuine, and filled with a joy that made your chest ache. Before either of you could say anything else, Aryan’s voice cut through the moment.

“Are you guys having a moment over there?” he teased, tossing a pillow in your direction.

Walker caught it, laughing. “Nope, nothing to see here.”

Leah squinted at you both suspiciously, but you quickly grabbed a blanket to cover your flustered expression.

Walker leaned closer, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Guess we’ll talk more about this later?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. Later.”

For now, the moment was just yours, a secret shared between two hearts that had finally found their way to each other.

A/N: pls give me request i have no ideas. also i feel like my fics are so short but they feel so long when i'm writing them.

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shellsarepretty · 6 months ago

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hii ❤️

i was reader your walker oneshot, and i loved it! i was wondering if you could do another walker x reader, and have a lil fluffy thing with the reader and him going on a date before they went public, and having to hide their relationship

thank you so much for your time ❤️❤️❤️

Quiet date night

You and Walker had been together for a little over three months, but the public didn't know about your relationship yet. His friends and family were aware, but the two of you had decided to keep it private for now. It wasn’t about being secretive; it was about protecting the little bubble you’d created together, where it was just the two of you figuring things out without any outside noise.

Tonight was one of those rare nights where you could go out and feel like a regular couple. Walker had picked a cozy diner tucked away in a quiet part of town, a place where no one would look twice at two teenagers sharing a booth.

When he slid into the seat across from you, he gave you that signature grin, the one that made your heart skip a beat.

“You look amazing,” he said, leaning forward just enough for his voice to be heard over the soft hum of the diner.

“You always say that,” you teased, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you.

“That’s because it’s always true,” he replied, his foot nudging yours under the table.

The two of you settled into easy conversation, talking about school, his filming schedule, and the latest movie you’d both seen. You laughed so much that your cheeks hurt, and Walker kept leaning closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur like he didn’t want anyone else to hear what he had to say.

Halfway through your milkshakes, the waitress brought over your food, and you both felt comfortable sharing fries and stealing bites off each other’s plates.

“You know,” Walker said, wiping his hands on a napkin, “I think this is my favourite kind of date. No big events, no pressure, just us.”

Hidden Moments

You and Walker had been together for a little over three months, but the world didn’t know. His friends and family were aware, but the two of you had decided to keep it private for now. It wasn’t about being secretive; it was about protecting the little bubble you’d created together, where it was just the two of you figuring things out without any outside noise.

When he slid into the seat across from you, he gave you that signature grin, the one that made your heart skip a beat.

“You look amazing,” he said, leaning forward just enough for his voice to be heard over the soft hum of the diner.

“You always say that,” you teased, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you.

“That’s because it’s always true,” he replied, his foot nudging yours under the table.

Halfway through your milkshakes, the waitress brought over your food, and you both fell into a comfortable rhythm of sharing fries and stealing bites off each other’s plates.

“You know,” Walker said, wiping his hands on a napkin, “I think this is my favourite kind of date. No big events, no pressure, just us.”

“Same,” you admitted, smiling at him. “It’s nice to just... be.”

But as much as you tried to relax, there was always that little voice in the back of your head reminding you to be careful. You glanced around the diner, checking for anyone who might recognize him, but the few other customers were busy with their own meals.

“You’re doing that thing again,” Walker said, catching your attention.

“What thing?”

“Looking over your shoulder like we’re about to get caught.” He reached across the table to take your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “It’s okay, you know. No one’s paying attention to us.”

You smiled sheepishly. “I know, I just... I don’t want to ruin this.”

“You’re not ruining anything,” he said firmly, his gaze steady. “And even if someone does notice, we’ll handle it. Together.”

You nodded, feeling a little more at ease. But just as you started to relax, the bell over the door jingled, and a group of teens walked in. One of them froze mid-step, her eyes widening as she whispered something to her friends. You felt your stomach drop.

Walker glanced over, his expression calm but alert. He gave the group a polite smile before turning back to you.

“Don’t panic,” he said quietly, his hand still holding yours.

The teens didn’t approach, but you could feel their eyes on you both, their hushed whispers making your heart race. Walker squeezed your hand gently.

“Let’s finish up and head out,” he suggested, his voice soothing.

You nodded, quickly taking a sip of your milkshake. Walker waved the waitress over to settle the bill, and within minutes, you were heading for the door.

As soon as you were outside, Walker slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “You okay?” he asked, his concern evident.

“Yeah,” you said, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. “That was close, though.” He smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple. “Close, but not a disaster. And even if it was, I wouldn’t mind.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, his eyes soft. “You’re worth it.”

In that moment, with the cool night air around you and Walker’s arm wrapped protectively around you, you realized that hiding your relationship might be tricky, but it was worth every second.

A/N: keep the request coming, also 3 fics in one day 😮 i'm really feeding u guys huh

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shellsarepretty · 6 months ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY WALKER!

why can i imagine aryan and leah smashing his face in his cake XD

happy sweet sixteen! <3

-shelly

#walker scobell #happy birthday king #happy b-day!#hbd #happy birthday walker #sweet sixteen #three years have never gone by faster

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shellsarepretty · 6 months ago

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b-day boy

Walker Scobell x fem!Reader

warnings: some cursing

summary: it's walkers birthday, and you made sure it was a great sweet sixteen.

It was well into January fourth.

The time was almost midnight, and you were stuck on your phone. Awkwardly lying down to get used to the long white chord, you were left to your thoughts. You tried your best to keep the cord charging your device in the wall.

At eleven-thirty, you opened up another can of Diet Coke. Sipping steadily at it, you walked to the bathroom and splashed a bit of cold water on your face. You sighed and walked back to your bed, where another was sleeping steadily.

The tall boy (who was sprawled like a starfish across his bed) was none other than Walker Scobell. Walker was a child actor (and a successful one at that.) He starred in all the movies (or TV shows) he was in. When directors heard his name, their faces would lift in smiles.

Walker is the absolute best. His work ethic and drive keep this film going. There isn't one person in this room that doesn't adore him.

You climbed back in bed, trying to carefully move Walker's hand from your half of the bed to his.

You then picked up your phone again. 11:40

sighing, you picked up your Diet Coke, gulping down a long draft of soda. You decided to go onto TikTok and keep your mind and eyes awake by scrolling aimlessly.

You felt an arm snake around your waist. Turning your head to glance at the boy behind you, you felt a warm surge of affection. The feeling flowered and blossomed until a soft smile broke out on your face.

You shifted slightly, turning around to face Walker. Reaching out a soft hand, you carefully smoothed away a messy curl.

You continued to scroll on TikTok, checking the time every thirty seconds.

You finished your can of Diet Coke around 11:55. You carefully placed the can down on Walker's bedside table. You took the charging cord out of your phone. Resuming your position facing Walker, you snuggled closer to the boy.

His grip on your waist tightened slightly.

You glanced at the clock again. 11:57

You sang yourself Happy Birthday. 11:59

You counted to sixty. 12:00, Midnight.

Walker's Birthday.

Your hands found his hair, twisting a curl around your finger. Gently tapping his shoulder, you tried to wake him up.

"Walker, Walker. Wake up." You whispered. The boy next to you stirred a bit but didn't gain consciousness.

"Walker.." You tried again. You combed your free hand through his hair. The soft golden curls bounced back immediately. "Walker, c'mon, wake up."

You kissed the top of his head. "C'mon fish-face, wake up."

Walker slowly blinked open his eyes. Groggy blue irises met yours, and a soft smile graced his features.

"What is it?" Walker asked, his voice thick with sleep. You smiled and kissed him.

"Happy Birthday, Walk," you said after the quick peck.

"Birthday?" Walker looked slightly confused. "What time is it?"

You laughed, smiling sheepishly. "Twelve in the morning?" you said, giggling more when you saw Walker give you a look.

"You just couldn't wait 'till morning," Walker mumbled, his eyes already closing. You smiled, and the boy cuddled into you. His arm resumed the place it was, and his eyes closed with a smile on his face.

"See you in the morning, Walk. Happy Birthday." You whispered.

Walker woke up before you did. After all, he didn't stay up 'till Midnight like you did.

It was maybe 8:30 when you finally opened your eyes. The morning light streamed through the crack in the window shades, warming the spot of the hardwood floor in its path.

You honestly thought that you woke up before Walker because you sensed the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Looking down, you were met with soft blue eyes. You gasped and pressed Walker's head into your chest. Sort of like a hug.

"Jeez Walker. That scared me so badly." You said, laughing. Walker sheepishly pulled away from you.

"Sorry. I didn't want to wake you up. You just looked so," He paused, searching for a word. "Peaceful." Walker smiled up at you. You returned his grin and sighed.

"You're gonna have the best birthday. I'm making sure of it." You promised him.

You walked in, candles lit, as everyone around you started singing.

"Happy Birthday to you," You reached the table where Walker sat.

"Happy Birthday to you," You placed the cake before Walker.

"Happy Birthday to Walker," You smiled. You joined in the wall of people that were crowding around him.

"Happy Birthday to you..." Everyone finished singing. The Percy Jackson cast erupted into cheers with Walker's family. Walker drew in a large breath and let it out, successfully blowing out his candles. You clapped along with them, hugging Walker from behind.

Your arms fell over his shoulders, wrapping around his sitting frame. You laughed from next to him, and he placed his hands on yours. He leaned his head onto yours.

His mom walked up to him. "Walker, do you want to cut the cake?" She asked. Walker broke out into a grin and nodded excitedly.

"Yes, please!"

Mrs. Scobell handed Walker the cake knife, and you stepped back. Walker stood from his chair, showing off his crazy growth spurt.

To think that we were once the same height.

You laughed at the thought.

Walker sunk the knife into the blue frosting and cut out a piece of cake. He picked up the rectangle with his knife and carefully put it on the paper plate.

"Does anyone want cake?" he asked, grinning.

You didn't notice that Dior was filming when all of you sang Happy Birthday to Walker. She showed the video to Tamara, giggling to herself.

Tamara looked at the video, noting how it started and how she remembered.

Video-you walked through the doorway with the cake in your hands. Your face was concentrated, eyes staring at the cake and the floor, making sure that you wouldn't trip over anything.

The thing that you didn't know was that Walker was staring at you. His eyes traced across your face and followed your every move. He had this little goofy smile on his face the entire time.

Tamara and Dior practically died when they watched it.

You died when they showed it to you. At first, you didn't get what they were looking at, but when they pointed Walker's face out, you immediately blushed.

You thought they would keep it on their phones, but it somehow ended up on social media.

The video went viral, and several fans coo-ed in the comments. While most of the reactions were great, some were just saying that Walker was way out of your league.

Did you give a fuck? No, you did not. Walker was your boyfriend, not the fans.

And besides, it was Walker's birthday, and he needed to be at his happiest.

After cake, Walker (plus the Percy Jackson cast and Secret Headquarters.) all went to Leah's gigantic house to watch Deadpool 2,

much to the delight of Walker.

The boy was bouncing off the walls the entire time. He was whispering whole scenes to himself, and he acted it out with his and your hands.

All of the friends laughed at him and gave him a good tease, but Walker didn't care.

He used to watch this movie all the time when he was thirteen.

He diffidently didn't mind watching it again with his friends surrounding him.

"Y/n!" Your favorite voice called out. You turned around to see Walker come jogging up to you.

"How's my favorite b-day boy doing?" You greeted him. Walker broke into a grin and wrapped you up in a tight hug. It was unexpected but welcomed.

You snaked your arms around his neck, standing on your tip-toes as Walker picked you up slightly off the ground.

"Great. You're here, so everything is amazing." Walker mumbled against your shoulder.

You both pulled away slowly, the hug lingering in the space between you.

Walker shot you a boyish grin and kissed you softly. He then pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

"My mom said that you planned all of this for me." He opened his eyes to glance at yours.

"It was nothing, really." You smiled. You felt a little bit of heat go around your cheeks.

Walker shoots you another shit-eating grin, and he pecks your lips again.

"You're the best," Walker said warmly. "The whole day with all of the cast has been amazing, and the cake was my favorite flavor, and Momo and Kenna were here. I'm so, so lucky."

"No, Walk. I am." You grinned at him.

i set this up to post at 12:00 am on jan. 5, hehe <3

@urfriendlywriter

^tysm for the b-day prompts <3

#walker scobell x reader #walker scobell #shellsarepretty #shelly's masterlist #shelly (walker's vrs.)

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shellsarepretty · 6 months ago

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second best

Walker Scobell x fem!Reader

warnings: some curse words and some slight angst <3

summary: walker was head over heals in love with leah, but when she eventually turns him down, he comes running straight back to you.

If there was a penny for second place, you would be filthy rich.

If there was a drop of water saved when you would be 'the backup plan,' you could've saved California from it's drought.

If there was a meal made and eaten every time you got rejected, you could solve world hunger.

If you had to watch Walker flirt with Leah one more time, you were going to vomit.

Walker was the type of guy that everyone was drawn to the moment they met him. You included. He was the funny, happy, ray of sunshine, and goddamn gorgeous actor from a military family with loving parents and siblings. So, Leah was the match to him. That was a no brainer.

Leah was your idol, but the source of your envy. Leah was kind where you weren't, happy when you were sad, and beautiful when your hair was in a birds nest and you looked like you just rolled out of bed.

Her long, black braided strands were silky and smooth. She was one of the few that could pull off an afro successfully when her hair wasn't in these tight plaits. Her skin has never seen a pimple or clogged pore in her days, and her sickeningly sweet actions and words made you blush with admiration and jealousy.

Smooth dark skin and words like honey, Walker was destined to fall helplessly in love with her. Just like how you fell for him.

You met Walker through Secret Headquarters when you played the roll of Maya's twin sister. Ever since then, your case of love has fallen more hopless, as many days pass by.

Walker was walking to you on set for season two.

He only want's this for one thing, Y/n. You know that..

Well fuck it. At least he's talking to me.

Your face lit up in a smile as the golden boy drew nearer. Walker greeted you with a smile.

"Hey Y/n! How're you doing today?" He said, his smile still intact. You looked up at him.

"Great!"

"How about you?" You asked him. Walker's smile instantly dropped, and a small frown was on his face.

"I tried to talk to Leah, but she didn't want to talk to me, I guess. So now I'm talking to you!" He said, smiling at you again. You nodded, looking over your shoulder, thinking, Just 'cus Leah wouldn't give in to you.

"I'm always here to talk Walker. You should know that." You replied before you could think. Walker's lips quirked up even more.

"Thanks n/n. Do you want to get some ice cream with me after we're done?" He nervously scratched the back of his neck. "I originally wanted to take Leah there, but she said no. Can you come?" Walker asked you.

Against your will, your lips formed the words that you didn't want to say. "Yeah, sure! I'll meet you after we're done filming, okay?"

Walker smiled. "Yeah, sounds great. Thanks Y/n! I can always count on you.."

And that's the fucking problem.

The blonde walked away, rushing to film the next scene Percy was in. Leah joined him, and Walker's face lit up.

Not like how his face lit up with others, no, this joy was only there because of one person, and her name was Leah Sava Jeffries. As the dark haired girl went to her mark, Walker shot her a quick, small smile, one that Leah returned.

You couldn't move, couldn't think, as Walker whispered something in her ear, and took her hand into his. Leah laughed at whatever he said, and gave him a cheeky grin.

Walker turned around to look at you, he smiled, giving you a discreet thumbs up, and resumed chatting to the girl.

"Ready?" Executive director Dan called out. "Action!"

You checked your face for any flaws in your makeup.

This is stupid. Stop caring Y/n!

But you couldn't help yourself. You acted as if Walker was taking you on a date. He wasn't, but if Leah said yes before he asked you, he would be. If you were Leah, he'd be going out on a date.

You waited outside of Walker's trailer patiently.

Five minutes ticked by, and then seven passed. Ten, even. Thirty?

You glanced down at your phone again. Filming ended for the day at six. it was six-forty.

You couldn't believe it. Walker had stood you up, and it wasn't even a date. He didn't even text you or anything. He didn't even give you an explanation.

Actually, I can believe it.

You waited five more minutes before calling an Uber back to your house. Checking over your shoulder, trying to see if Walker was still coming, you entered the car.

You pulled out your Airpods, and put one of them in. You opened Messages, and clicked on Walker's contact immediately. You saw no new messages though. You had no idea where he was.

Your lip trembled slightly as you brought your feet up from the floor of the car. your arms were around your knees, and your head was faced towards the window. As you glared at the little specks of rain that were hitting the pane of glass next to you, you lost your sense of time.

One second turned into a year, and the car ride back home from set felt like an eternity.

Thanking the driver quietly, you stepped out of the car and shut the door, hurrying to your front door. You fumbled with your house key, but you managed to slip it in the lock and twist the door open.

Entering the empty house, you took off your shoes. Placing them neatly by the door, you sighed out through your nose deeply, and that's when the tears started pricking at your eyes.

You glanced at your phone again, trying to convince yourself that Walker at least texted you.

But your hopes were crushed even further when 'no new messages' popped up on your screen.

You placed your phone down on your kitchen counter, opening the fridge to take out some Panda express you had gotten a couple days before.

You placed the noodles and orange chicken on a plate, and placed your food in the microwave. Hitting one minute on the machine, you sat back down on the counter, wiping away the few tears that had bubbled up and tumbled out of your eyes.

Your food was done, and you grabbed utensils greedily.

Speeding to your room two steps at a time, you locked yourself in the comfort of your bed, laptop, and take-out Chinese food.

You sat down on the covers of your bed, placing your plate on your lap.

Opening Netflix as quick as possible, desperate for binge watching Gossip Girl. Instead, you were met by a gigantic sight of a baby Walker face.

Great, just what I needed right now. You thought to yourself sarcasticaly.

You scrolled past The Adam Project, and entered your recent history. You clicked on Gossip Girl, impatiently tapping your hand on your knee.

37%...60%....87%...99%...

It finally loaded, and you almost melted in relief.

"What's up Upper East Siders? Today.." Gossip Girl started. You smiled softly, and took a bite of your chicken, stabbing it with your fork.

You watched two episodes when you finished your dinner, you watched seven more before falling asleep, dreading waking up the next day and facing Walker again.

"Y/n! Guess what happened last night!" A too cheerful voice made you snap your eyes open. You were about to take a peaceful nap, politely avoiding the very boy that was in your trailer right now.

You groaned, and turned away from Walker, facing the wall instead.

"Let me sleep.." you whined.

"Y/n, please?"

Oh my God why am I turning around?

Walker's face lit up and a wide smile was on his before he dived into a his story. "Leah walked up to me, and asked me if I could come to dinner with her! I said yes, obviously, and we left at five-thirty because Mr. Rick said that we were done for the day! Isn't this amazing!"

You were just silently staring at Walker. "You went where last night?" you asked softly.

Walker smiled wider. "I had dinner with Leah!"

You stared at him for a second, and them scoffed, tears prickling your eyes. Before you went to bed last night, you were convinced that Walker had a good enough excuse. He might've felt sick, or he might've gotten a concussion and he couldn't use any devices. But no, that wasn't it. He blew you off for Leah.

Of course.

When you turned away Walker's smile turned into a slight frown. He didn't mean to make you upset, he just wanted to tell you about all of the accomplishments that he did with his relationship with Leah.

"Hey, n/n. Are you okay?" His soft voice asked you. You bit your lip to stop it from trembling. You shook your head.

"What's wrong?" Walker asked, gently pushing your shoulder down so that he could see you better. His worried, big, blue eyes met your slightly teary ones.

"Did you forget?" you asked him, so soft it could barely be heard. Walker's face shifted to one of confusion.

"What do you mean?" he asked, gently holding your hand. He had no idea what he was doing to you.

"You asked me if I wanted to go get ice cream after you were done filming. You didn't show up. I was worried sick, and you didn't even text me where you were." you said, your voice cracking slightly.

Walker's face instantly changed to one of complete remorse. "Oh my God, Y/n I'm so sorry." He said, reaching forward to wrap you in his arms. Your body automatically hugged him back.

"I totally forgot.. I feel so bad, I'm so sorry.." He said, hugging you tighter.

"I was just really worried, Walker." You said, burying your face into his shoulder.

"I know, I'm so sorry..can you forgive me?" He asked you, leaning away from your body to look at you with hopeful eyes. You knew that this wasn't the first time he had done this shit, and it diffidently wasn't going to be the last.

But your mind and body betrayed your common sense.

"I'll always forgive you Walk. Just don't do it again."

You forgave him before he had even asked.

You were his second best, the runner up when it came to the sunshine boy. But maybe you were strangely okay with that.

idk how i feel abt this one 🤷

it's my first time trying to write angst lol. tysm for reading, have a great night/day <3

#walker scobell #walker scobell x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #shellsarepretty #fem reader #reader insert #x reader #shelly (walker's vrs.)

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shellsarepretty · 6 months ago

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MAIN BIO

i'm shelby, and i'm a writter!

there's no smut, or even that much..stuff (kissing is to a minimum, if anything) bc walker and all of his character are minors. thank yeww <3

request guidlines

First off, no smut, or anything 13+

i’m fine with quick kisses here or there, but walker’s a minor. and idk it feels awk to me to write like “y/n moaned as he shoved his tongue down their throat” yk what i mean?

also requests are for writing requests only, and nothing personal or creepy..thanks

next, i don’t really do character x oc’s, bc i think that’s its more inclusive that way, and it makes it more open to anyone

i usually write for female readers, but i wouldn’t mind writing gender neutral, or male.

also, you can ask me if i know a different character that you want me to write for. i’ll def write for them if i know who they are, but if not, just have a backup character just in case

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

-walker scobell

-adam reed

-charlie kincaid

-percy jackson

im familiar with the whole pjo franchise, and i could even do idk like- charlie bushnell or smth. just ask so you know!

you can request by going to my request section, or by messaging me!

MASTERLIST

|💙: fluff|💜:angst|🤍: short n' silly|

💙siblings or dating?

---> walker and y/n are friends, and they have been for many years. the two started working on the adam project together, before ending up as costar for disney's percy jackson and the olympians.

💜second best

---> walker and y/n were friends, but walker was head over heels in love with leah. y/n had a sorta-maybe-big ass crush on walker. what could go wrong?

💙 b-day boy

---> !er with walker and y/n. walker's sweet sixteen was here, and y/n made sure that it was special for her favorite b-day boy.

💙 reconnected

---> walker and you had a thing for eachother in seventh grade. you were both really awkward, but then covid hit. you grew appart, but then walker landed his breakthrough role, Adam Reed in the Adam Project. would you guys start talking more?

wait for more...

#walker scobell x reader #walker scobell #shelly's masterlist #shellsarepretty #shelly (walker's vrs.)

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shellsarepretty · 6 months ago

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siblings or dating?

Walker Scobell x fem!Reader

warnings: none :)

there isn't much romantic stuff in this, and its more platonic than anything.

summary: tv insiders interview when they reflect on their chemistry tests, but you as annabeth <3

ps, there's an extra scene at the bottom

You and Walker were best friends for years. Ever since you landed the role of Emma Reed, Adam Reed's twin sister, you two were inseparable.

You Facetimed so much when Walker was away filming Secret Headquarters, and he Facetimed you when you filmed You're So Not Invited to My Bat Mitzvah.

You guys were glued at the hip, and fans loved your platonic relationship. That was until you got the role of Annabeth Chase and Walker got the role of Percy Jackson.

Fans looked at your history with each other and didn't see you guys platonically, no, they saw you two romantically.

It was a TV insiders interview, and you, Walker, and Aryan sat on three different chairs in a straight line. You were on the left, Walker was in the middle, and Aryan was on the right.

"I'd love to hear the story of your first chemistry test as a trio. Like what scene did you read? Did you know in your gut that day that it would be the three of you? Like, tell me about that experience. How did it go?" The interviewer asked.

You thought for a second. "Well, me and Walker already had a few chemistry reads before Aryan like- came with us. We had two Grover's before Aryan." You said, using your hands to speak.

Walker nodded. "Yeah, it was actually really funny because Y/n and I were maybe the same height, and the Aryan was just," he put his hand up high, showing how tall Aryan was. "He was so much taller than us."

At that, Aryan just laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, I was trying to talk to Aryan, but I had to look up to him, and then I talked to Walker and I didn't have to do anything." You laughed, and Walker and Aryan joined in quickly as well.

"Sorry Aryan," you started.

"Oh no.." the brunette boy whispered.

"But my favorite chemistry test was probably the first one I ever did with Walker because I didn't tell him that I was auditioning for Annabeth." You giggled, and Walker started laughing.

"Yeah, I remember that. I was so excited because I just got off of the Zoom with Rick Riordan, and I called Y/n," he made a phone with his hand and put it up to his ear. "and I was like, Y/n! Guess what? I got the role!" Y/n laughed at this, copying his motions.

"Woah Walker! You got Percy?" You said through your hand.

"Yeah! I got to go bye!"Walker said, hanging up his hand-phone. You both laughed.

"I knew that I kept wanting to audition for Annabeth, but I thought it might be weird because I played Emma Reed in the Adam Project, and Walker played my twin brother, and it was like a sibling relationship. But now, it's kinda like a love interest, so I didn't tell him." You cracked your knuckles.

"So I was the last Annabeth that he had to read with, and Walker was so tired because he had like five Annabeths before me-" Walker cut you off quietly.

"Seven." He said.

You and Aryan both looked at him. "Seven?" both of you shouted. Walker nodded.

"Seven." He repeated.

"Woah.." you trailed off. Then you remembered what you were talking about. "Anyways, uhm.. Mr. Riordan called my name, and I wish you could've seen Walker's face." You laughed. Walker started laughing too.

"I honestly was so surprised and so happy, because I was so tired. Like I heard her name, and I turned around so quick." He said.

"I know! I'm honestly surprised that you didn't see me before that." You laughed.

"Well, I stood up to go meet with him up in the middle of the room, and we just started laughing. Like- I looked at him, and he started to like to do this," you pointed to Walker's face as he made the trying so hard to not laugh face he usually has on. "and I completely lost it. We both started dying, like rolling on the ground." You continued, Walker and Aryan laughing too.

"There were so many people watching us just laugh, and I was so embarrassed afterward. We also did the thing where you stop laughing, but then the other person starts doing their slate, and you start laughing again." You said.

"It was so bad, but we finally pulled ourselves together, and the scene actually went great." Walker nodded.

"The first scene we did together was the consensus song, in the bus." You laughed and started to clap your hands together. "That's when I had to act like Walker and Aryan were crazy, which honestly wasn't that hard." You teased.

"Hey!" Both of the boys protested. You laughed.

"Kidding..not really." You said, and they laughed harder.

"Uhm, When we did our first chemistry read together, I was honestly so scared because the laughing part wasn't that great for Y/n's chances, no offense." Walker laughed. Y/n shook her head smiling.

"None taken."

"And Mr. Riordan and the directors put Me with other Annabeths for like- I don't know, a week maybe?" Walker tilted his head to the side. "But then, they invited Y/n back, and we didn't laugh, and we actually did great. We did the scene where she like- finds me in the bathroom, and like is kinda mean to me, and I just beat up Clarise and her friends. And right after that, I knew that she was going to be Annabeth. She nailed it perfectly." Walker finished.

"Aww, thank you!" You grinned at him.

"But for Aryan," Walker stated, teasing. "When he auditioned, I knew that he was not the one. I could just feel it in my gut like-" Walker sighed deeply through his nose.

"I was super lucky because I was the like- the only person that tried out for Grover. Like no one else submitted for him." Walker started to laugh, but he tried to hide it.

"E-exactly.." The blonde started to chuckle.

"They only auditioned me, that's the only reason why I'm here." Aryan laughed.

"The only reason is crazy." You laughed. Walker and Aryan joined you.

"No, but both of them were amazing. Like, it was perfect casting." Walker admitted, smiling at both of you.

"I'm just thinking about how tired Walker was when we did our chemistry read for all of us." Aryan put in. You all nodded your heads.

"Once again, I had like- four Annabeth's, and eleven Grovers before Aryan," Walker said.

"I thought it was seven!" Aryan exclaimed. Walker shook his head.

"No, it was eleven."

"Yeah, he's right. I'm counting them right now, wow that's actually insane." You said, glancing at Walker. Aryan laughed and shook his head.

"I just vividly remember Walker after all three of us did the chemistry read together. They were like- 'Okay, so we're going to switch it up a bit' and Walker was like, 'That wasn't it?'

"They had to have a lot of tin cans to provide." The interviewer laughed.

Everyone else smiled.

"Well, I would love for you to imagine yourselves in maybe one or two years and imagine that you've just finished filming the final series of Percy Jackson. What would you want to say to your future self?" The interviewer asked. The trio thought for a bit.

"How'd you get so jacked?" Walker said. Aryan and you started laughing, and Aryan hastily agreed.

"Uhm, don't mess it up?" Aryan said, but it came out more like a question.

"Yeah." Walker nodded his head.

"I would ask her if she was able to take home stuff from set." You said, laughing to yourself.

"Honestly, that's so true." Aryan chuckled.

"I would ask about, like- everything that we did wrong, and just not do those things." Walker smiled. You laughed.

"In all seriousness, as I would just say good job, and you made it!" You smiled softly, a little embarrassed that you got sappy.

"That's a sweet one." The interviewer chuckled.

"I would ask when we are going to film Hero's of Olympus next," Walker admitted.

"Yes!" You agreed with him.

"That's a really good one." Aryan nodded. You smiled.

"Alright, that's all for now. Thank you guys!" Your interviewer called out, and the Zoom meeting clicked off the screen.

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!EXTRA SCENE!

You and Walker settled in your chairs, smiling and laughing as the cameras started to click on. You, Walker, and Ryan were doing the TODAY show interview.

The background behind you guys was purple and sparkly with Ryan Reynolds, Walker Scobell, and Y/n L/n, in bold white letters.

The first interviewer was Hoda, a brunette, and the second was Jenna, a blonde.

"And we are..rolling!" The person behind the camera yelled out.

"Okay, we all know the name of Ryan Reynolds who starred in dozens of films in Hollywood." Jenna led on. "But two names that you may not know, but you will know very soon, Walker Scobell and Y/n L/n." Jenna finished.

"Yeah, they both are the best. Walker and Y/n are teaming up with Ryan for their very first movie, Netflix's The Adam Project." Hoda starts.

"Ryan plays a time-traveling pilot that crash lands in 2022, and teams up with his younger self, played by Walker, and his non-deceased twin sister, played by Y/n. Let's take a look." Hoda finishes.

"And, cut!" the cameraman turns off the camera, waiting for the movie clip to play.

Y/n saw the scene being played out on the little computer placed in front of her and Walker.

"Is that why you haven't talked to her in a while? Because we gave her a fistful of crap?" Walker as Adam said through the screen.

Ryan as Older Adam sighed and his frustration was evident on his face. He huffed and turned around to look at Adam (Walker). He ran a hand through his hair.

"No..you know what, Adam? Let me tell you something. We don't talk to Emma because she's dead!" Ryan screamed at Walker. Adam's (Walker's) face changed from smugness to horror.

His eyes got glossy, and he stumbled out a "W-What?"

Ryan's face changed to soft sympathy. "Look, she died in a car crash when she was a teenager. I-I'm sorry. I'll try to change it. I'll try to change the future." Older Adam (Ryan) put on the jacket with determination.

"I will change the future." Older Adam (Ryan) finished. Adam (Walker) sniffled and wiped his eyes.

The camera panned through the house to you opening the glass backdoor. You as Emma Reed walked inside, your hands stuffed into your hoodie.

"Adam? And, well, Adam? I went for a walk, sorry if I was gone long! Are you guys here?" Emma (You) called out.

Just then, the cameras were back on, and you rubbed Walker's back lightly, knowing that this was a hard scene for all of you guys.

"That was truly amazing, wow," Hoda said first. Jenna nodded with her.

"Aww, do they do that a lot?" Jenna asked, her eyes going to you and Walker, as he smiled at you softly, letting you know that he was alright.

Ryan laughed. "Yeah. Y/n as Emma is actually the reason why I want to have a daughter." He said, giving you a cheeky grin. You smiled back at the older man and looked towards the host.

"I can see that. Emma is such a sweet girl." Hoda agreed.

"Woah, okay back on track. So, Walker and Y/n, this is your first movie and it's with Ryan Reynolds. Kay, was it at all intimidating working with this guy, or not?" Hoda asked. Walker spoke up first.

"Uhh, not at all." Your blonde friend said. You laughed at Ryan's somewhat hurt facial expression.

"Really?" Jenna and Hoda said in sync.

"Not at all? How come?" They said immediately after. You were laughing to yourself.

"Careful," Ryan warned Walker.

This caused everyone in the room to start laughing, and Hoda even bent over, clutching her sides. You and Walker shared a couple of big smiles.

"-It was, He was a lot taller than I thought he would be," Walker said, nervously switching the leg he had resting on his other. You nodded.

"Usually actors are short," Jenna said. You laughed, giving Walker a playful nudge with your shoulder. Your costar laughed and nudged you right back.

"I wore four-inch hightops on set." Ryan laughed.

"Yes, he was just wearing heels, Walker." You said, laughing. Ryan reached forward and ruffled your hair in an affectionate way.

Walker laughed.

"Was he funny? Did he make you laugh?" Jenna asked. You answered this one.

"He was only funny when he didn't want to be funny. Whenever he tried to make a joke, nobody laughed." You said, leaning away from Ryan as he tried to ruffle your hair again.

Jenna and Hoda laughed along with Walker. "Yeah, I don't think I've ever laughed at one of his jokes," Walker said, smiling. Hoda leaned forward in her seat as Jenna started laughing again.

"Oh my god, you are the same person!" Hoda said, smiling. You started giggling to yourself. "Who are you people?" Hoda finished.

"One time-" You started. But, Jenna didn't hear you. She cut you off, making you shrink a bit in your seat. Walker noticed.

"You guys are so cute!" Jenna gushed. Walker nodded politely before turning to you.

"Thanks. Y/n, what were you about to say?" He asked you, giving you a small smile. You sat up straighter in your chair and smiled back at him.

He noticed! You giggled to yourself.

"Oh! I was going to say that one time I got confused, and I accidentally called Ryan Walker instead of Ryan." You laughed.

"No way!" Hoda laughed. You nodded.

"I can confirm that that happened," Ryan said from beside you. Everyone laughed for a quick second.

"Wow, finding these two kids is perfect! Walker is perfect for you, and Y/n portrays Emma's kindness and innocence. They are the perfect kids to cast. How did you find these two if they've never been in a movie before? How did this come to be?" Hoda asked.

Ryan breathed. "We read hundreds and hundreds of kids, all different ages, starting with the umbilical cord right up to a hundred and twelve years old." Honda laughed at that.

"I feel like we read all of the kids on Earth. And then one day, we saw this tape of this kid named Walker Scobell, and the second sentence out of his mouth, I looked at Shawn Leevy and said that's our guy." Ryan said, clicking his tongue. Hoda and Jenna gasped.

"You knew it, just like that?" Hoda asked. You laughed.

"Just like that." Ryan agreed. You smiled at Walker, giving him a toothy grin.

"Wow, I feel so left out." You laughed, half joking. Ryan gave you a look.

"I was just getting to you kid, don't worry." He said. He then took a deep breath.

"Once we got our Adam, we knew that we needed to get an Emma that like- works best with Walker. So, we sent out the call to any eleven to thirteen-year-old girls that would like to try out for Emma Reed. We got I think-" Ryan paused to think. "maybe five-fifty (550) uhh, audition tapes. So, Shawn was originally just going to look at them himself, until I suggested that Walker should take a look first." Jenna nodded, facing Walker.

"Did you really pick out the ones you liked most?" She asked him. Walker sheepishly smiled.

"Yeah, I think I cut down to maybe one-thirty (130) tapes? It honestly took a long time, but it was worth it." Walker said, grinning at you.

"Then, we watched all of the ones that Walker picked out, and Shawn took a look at Y/n, and he smiled. He said, 'She's gotta get a callback and a read with Walker.' So we narrowed it down to maybe fifty Emma's. Then we invited Y/n to a callback on Zoom, and we asked her to sing. " Ryan said, laughing. You covered your face embarrassingly with your hands, remembering your song choice. "she started to sing a song from High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. Let's actually pull up the clip." Ryan said, turning to the camera. The camera guy nodded and cut it. Then, Y/n saw her face on the laptop in front of her, the screen recording of the Zoom playing full blast.

"Oh no.." she whispered. "I can't look."

"So, Y/n, we were wondering if you could sing a little song for us. We were thinking of having Emma in our show sing, but you don't have to if you aren't comfortable." Shawn asked Y/n's video self.

"Uhh, no it's okay. Just acapella?" You asked.

"Yes, that would be lovely,'' Shawn replied. Little Y/n took a deep breath before she started to sing.

"I think of you when the wind blows, I see your face almost everywhere, sure maybe Salt Lake is not close, but I'm still breathin' you in the air. Because the best part is knowin' there's somethin' in my dreams that always makes me smile, it's you," Your video self did a small riff, and Honda and Jenna both murmured their admiration.

"The best part is knowin' there's someone in my life that makes it all worthwhile, it's you. When I don't know what to do, no I'm never givin' up, never givin' up on you. Baby, there's no need to be blue, because the best part is knowin' there something in my life that always makes me smile, it's you." Y/n in the video did another riff, and it sounded a lot better.

"The best part is knowin' there's someone in my life that makes it all worthwhile, it's you, it's you." Y/n stopped singing, smiling happily. The video cut back on, and you didn't notice that everyone was staring at you until you looked up from the video.

"Woah," you said, noticing everyone's gaze. At that, everyone started to laugh.

"Well, that was amazing. when you heard that, did you know like you did with Walker?" Jenna asked Ryan. The male smiled and nodded.

"Shawn honestly didn't expect Y/n to sing because this was her first real audition, but when he heard this girl open her mouth, he was texting me. Hey, I think we found Emma. Let's get Y/n L/n to read with Walker. So, a few weeks later, Y/n walked through these big metal doors, and she saw Walker for the first time. And she then gave him a smile and a wave, and I think that convinced the rest of the crew that she was our Emma." Ryan finished, giving Y/n's shoulder a little squeeze.

"That's incredible, to hear that, and to think that both of you wanted to act, and continue to act," Jenna started. Y/n and Walker both nodded their heads wordlessly.

"W-was it kinda crazy that you two got this role?" Jenna finished. Walker nodded.

"It was..it was uhh, I-I was expecting a lot of littler roles, and to then work myself up to the big ones, because I originally wanted to be an Avenger." You laughed at that, and so did Hoda and Jenna.

"This is pretty close to an Avenger. Basically the same thing." You said to him. Walker smiled and nodded at you.

"Basically." He agreed.

"Have you ever seen Deadpool?" Hoda asked Walker, a knowing smile on her face. You started laughing uncontrollably.

"Walker! Oh my god, that's the funniest thing I've heard in my life." You said, gasping for air.

"Uhh, what's that?" Walker said, feigning innocence. That just made you laugh harder.

"I think Y/n knows, care to tell us?" Hoda said, smiling. You nodded and opened your lips to talk, but then Walker slapped his left hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

This just made everyone but you and Walker die of laughter. Finally, Ryan calmed down to speak.

"Come on bud, answer her seriously." The older male said. Walker looked around for a second, making sure that his hand was still on your mouth. You pushed it away, laughing softly.

"I-I uh," Walker stuttered.

"What? you're not allowed to say?" Honda cut in.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Walker finished. You giggled, elbowing him softly.

"Someone's in denial. Where's this attitude when we're picking out movies for movie night?" You said, dodging Walker's hand as he tried to cover your mouth again.

Hoda, Jenna, and Ryan all laughed at your statement.

"Walker, how many times have you watched Deadpool?" Hoda asked him again.

Walker smiled. "Uhh, for legal reasons- I can't uhh." Hoda and Jenna started laughing again.

"He's so funny, Oh my God!" Hoda squeaked out.

"I love him!" Jenna laughed.

"How much did you?" Hoda gasped. Walker looks nervously at you.

"Answer them!" Ryan said, giving Walker a look, leaning over Y/n's chair.

"Uhh, a couple-" Walker started.

"More than seven?" Jenna asked.

"-Hundred. Yeah, more than seven." Walker finished, and you started laughing hard with the rest of the people around you. You clutched your sides, bending forward in your chair, silently laughing.

"He can recite every syllable, of either movie. Ask Y/n, she knows." Ryan said.

"Oh my god, Y/n does he?" Jenna asked you. You nodded. Walker shot you a look.

"You do not get to give me a stink eye, dude," you said, pointing your finger at him. "Every second of every day the first couple weeks of filming, Walker would be normal, and talk about normal things. Until he got comfy with me, and at random times," Hoda and Jenna started to laugh, knowing what you were going to say next. "Walker would trot over to me, and he would proceed to spew a whole monologue from Deadpool. At first, I tried to walk away from him, but Walker learned how to handle that because he would grab onto my shoulders, and hold me hostage until he was done with whatever he was saying."

When Y/n said, 'Hold me hostage,' Hoda and Jenna started laughing uncontrollably.

"He even knows those crappy, sub-expo lines that no one remembers. He also knows stage direction." Ryan cut in. Walker laughed and shifted his resting leg again.

"I think I've spent more hours watching Deadpool than I do outside," Walker admitted, earning a laugh from you.

"Wait, what grade are you two in?" Hoda asked.

"We're both in seventh." You and Walker said at the same time.

"Woah, I just got hit with the twin synchronization!" Hoda exclaimed, laughing before she continued.

"Since you both go to school, what do your friends think about your little gig?" She followed up.

"Well, I didn't really tell a lot of people about it, you know? Like- just my close friends and stuff. But when it was released on Netflix, I just got random people coming up to me and asking if I was in The Adam Project. Then, people just started texting me like- edits of myself in class group chats." You laughed, as did Hoda and Jenna.

"What about you, Walker?"Jenna asked.

"Well, they don't really..er-well, they thought that I was just a flashback or something, so they didn't really know, which was nice! Uh," Walker leaned forward in his chair. "It's just really weird because kids come up to me, and they ask me what Ryan Reynolds smells like?" He finished, with you laughing alongside him.

"What does he smell like? That's actually a great question. I've been wondering that same thing throughout this whole thing." Jenna asked.

"Is it- Is it wood? I think it's wood." Jenna said first.

"I think it's something fresh, like leaves of 2000.'" Hoda countered.

"Same, maybe it's sage," Jenna said, excitedly tapping Hoda's arm.

"You would think it would be butternut squash with cinnamon, but it's actually baby powder," Ryan said. Jenna and Hoda snickered.

"What a beautiful smell. Okay Ryan, "Jenna said, straightening her back. "You seem to have a friendly relationship with these two. You also have one with our good friend Hugh Jackman."

Hoda laughed. "Didn't you send a life-sized cut out of yourself to him?"

"It was a life-sized charcoal drawing of myself." Ryan corrected, having fake poshness to his voice. "C'mon now, I'm not tacky. And, it was two drawings. The first one was not well received, and the second one of me in a different pose was definitely not well received." Ryan finished. You and Walker shared a smile.

"We just half to say, you just got the red carpet for this show, I'm sorry to say it, but your wife stole the show," Jenna said earnestly.

"Always." Hoda agreed.

"In that rainbow dress? I mean, I saw you in the background-" Jenna started, and the picture of Blake Lively's dress popped up on the computer.

"Wow." You and Walker both said.

"-So in the future, if you two play each other, you could wear that." Jenna finished.

"You too could wear that exact dress," Ryan said. "Uh, in the sequel to The Adam Project." You giggled with Walker.

"We have a couple questions for the twins, actually." Hoda and Jenna said.

"Shoot," you said, inviting them to continue.

"Okay, you and Walker have to say the same things at the same time. Ready?" Jenna shuffled her papers slightly.

"Wait, do we say the answer that we think the other is going to say?" You asked.

"Sure!"

"Okay, Walker I'm just going to say yours." You confidently said. Walker shrugged in a way of saying, alright.

"What is your favorite snack?"

"Frosted Flakes." you both said.

"Favorite Movie?"

"Deadpool two." You said, rolling your eyes. Walker gave you a little push.

"Favorite sports team?"

Your eyes widened, and you looked at Walker you shrugged. You definitely did not know any sports teams.

"The Red Dragons," Walker said, poking your forehead with his finger.

"Ow," you muttered to yourself.

"And last thing, what is the most annoying thing about Ryan Reynolds?"

"His face." Both of you answered. Hoda and Jenna started dying with laughter. Ryan just glared at you two.

"Wow, shots are fired. The shot is fired. You know that I'm big in Hollywood, right? I can have you two completely destroyed." Ryan threatened. You and Walker just sent toothy grins at him.

"Okay, you can get the Adam Project streaming on Netflix. Thank you." Honda said, laughing.

"And..cut!"

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