first look - walker scobell
walker scobell x fem!reader
requested: yes by @lolofairy23
"Hiii this isn’t first time requesting, can you do one where you’re a new actress and walker sees you for the first time on a carpet or at a premiere? Thank you I love your fics!!!"
warnings: fluff, mild awkwardness, brief public setting, secondhand embarrassment but in a cute way, strangers to ???
summary: your first big premiere is supposed to be about your debut– your dress, your co-stars, your moment. but somewhere between the flashing cameras and nervous smiles, you catch the attention of someone who’s been here before.
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the carpet is louder than you expected.
not just loud like people talking– loud like flashes popping every second, like your name being called from five different directions even though half of them are still figuring out who you are. loud like heels clicking, fabric swishing, publicists whispering in your ear, “pause here– turn– smile– one more.”
it’s your first real premiere.
your dress fits perfectly– custom, they told you, like that’s something you’re just supposed to be used to now. your hair falls exactly how the stylist wanted, soft but intentional. everything about tonight is intentional.
“over here! look this way!”
you smile– not too big, not too small. practiced, but not fake. you tilt your head slightly, just like they showed you earlier. your co-star brushes your arm lightly as she steps beside you, slipping into frame like she’s done this a hundred times– because she has.
“you’re doing great,” she murmurs without moving her lips.
your heart is beating so fast you’re surprised it’s not visible through your ribs.
you shift, pose again, let them get their shots. somewhere behind the barricades, fans are screaming—some for you, most not. but it still hits you, a little surreal, a little overwhelming.
walker wasn’t planning on paying attention.
he’s been to enough of these to know how it goes– step out, smile, do the interviews, don’t trip, don’t say anything dumb, repeat. he’s halfway listening to someone from his team talking about timing when the noise shifts slightly.
there’s this… ripple. cameras redirecting. voices changing tone– not louder, just… sharper. curious.
“who’s that?” someone nearby asks.
walker glances over, mostly out of habit.
you’re standing a little further down the carpet, under a storm of flashing lights that somehow seem focused entirely on you. you’re not doing anything dramatic– no big gestures, no over-the-top posing.
turning slightly when they call your name.
but there’s something about the way you carry yourself– like you’re new to this, but not overwhelmed by it. like you’re figuring it out in real time and still managing to look like you belong.
“new girl,” one of the crew members says beside him. “she’s in that new project with—” he names your co-star, something walker vaguely recognizes.
walker hums, but he’s not really listening anymore.
because now he’s actually watching.
you laugh at something your co-star says, head tipping back just slightly, and it’s not the polished smile from before– it’s real. quick, unguarded.
it catches him off guard.
he doesn’t even realize he’s staring until–
“you good?” someone nudges him.
“yeah,” he says, too fast. “yeah, i’m– yeah.”
then immediately looks back.
just in time to see you glance in his direction.
it’s probably accidental.
there’s no way you’re actually looking at him—there are like twenty other people in between, cameras, handlers, everything. but for a split second, your eyes meet his.
like you’re registering something.
walker straightens a little without meaning to.
then your publicist is guiding you forward again, breaking the moment before it can even become one.
the interviews blur together.
you answer questions, smile, nod, say the right things. your co-stars help when you stumble over wording, jump in when needed. it’s like a dance, and you’re slowly learning the steps.
“how does it feel, your first big premiere?”
“insane,” you admit, laughing softly. “i’m trying not to trip, honestly.”
“who are you most excited to see tonight?”
you weren’t expecting that.
your mind scrambles for a safe answer– someone from your cast, obviously– but before you can speak, your eyes drift slightly past the interviewer.
talking to someone, half-smiling, hands in his pockets like he’s trying to look casual but not too casual.
you recognize him immediately.
your brain short-circuits for half a second.
“um– ” you blink, forcing yourself back. “honestly, everyone. i feel like i’m just trying to take it all in.”
but your cheeks feel a little warmer.
by the time you make it inside, your feet hurt.
your brain definitely hurts.
but there’s this quiet buzz under everything– like adrenaline that hasn’t settled yet.
“you survived,” your co-star grins, bumping your shoulder.
“please. you looked like you’ve been doing this for years.”
you snort. “that is the biggest lie i’ve ever heard.”
“no, seriously. people were talking about you out there.”
you blink. “talking… good or–?”
“good,” she laughs. “relax.”
but your mind drifts back to the carpet. to that moment. to the way–
and for a second, your brain fully stops working.
because he’s right there.
closer than before. real, not across a sea of cameras and noise.
wow. incredible vocabulary. truly.
he smiles, a little awkward, a little unsure—like maybe he’s not entirely confident either.
“uh– hi. i just– i wanted to say you looked really great out there. like– on the carpet. um. yeah.”
he winces slightly. “that sounded less weird in my head.”
it slips out before you can stop it, soft and genuine, and it instantly cuts through the tension.
“no, it didn’t,” you say, and then immediately–“i mean– thank you. that was really nice.”
“first premiere?” he asks.
“kinda,” he admits. “but not in a bad way.”
you tilt your head. “what does that mean?”
“just– ” he shrugs, searching for words. “you don’t look… rehearsed. i guess.”
you huff a quiet laugh. “that’s because i’m not.”
“yeah. it’s good, though.”
“i’m– ” he starts, then gestures to himself like you wouldn’t already know. “walker.”
“i know,” you say before you can stop yourself.
your eyes widen slightly.
“not in a creepy way,” you add quickly. “just– like, everyone knows you. obviously.”
he laughs. “yeah, okay, fair.”
he says your name before you can.
“i know,” he says, mirroring you now, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“well,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, “thanks. for… not making my first carpet experience worse.”
“anytime,” he says. “i specialize in that, actually.”
“no–” he stops, laughing. “okay, wow. this is going great.”
like the noise from earlier– the cameras, the pressure, all of it– fades just a little when you’re standing here, talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
somewhere in the distance, someone calls his name.
he glances over, then back at you.
“i–uh, i should probably–”
“yeah,” you nod. “me too.”
neither of you move immediately.
“i’ll see you around?” he says, a little hopeful.
and this time, you don’t look away.
“yeah,” you say softly. “i think you will.”
then he’s gone– pulled back into the crowd, into the noise, into everything this world comes with.
but something’s different now.
because as you turn back to your co-stars, to the rest of the night waiting for you–
you can’t stop smiling either.
–and somewhere across the room, neither can he.
this just kinda wrote itself tbh...
i've never written anything that quickly in my life, and i'm hoping that's a good thing.
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