4teen , daughter of hades , f1 , INTJ , slytherin , gemini , español , she/her , lamine yamal , extrovert , spider girl , miles morales’s truly , hawkins , toothless , 2000s rom com , all da ladies indeed do love leo , written by beabadoobee and The Weeknd .
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Leo valdez is HEAD OVER HEELS for Y/N Y/L/N who the complete opposite of him. Always dressed to kill , refuses to get her hands dirty , and oh she knows she’s hot as fuck. Naturally , leo makes sure everyone knows that
𝓐.N :
Okay so I got this idea from this post by @r3v-erie and the idea was 2 good to NOT write. Also thank u for the new followers every single day guys it genuinely makes me so happy !! Genuinely had to write this 2x because it refreshed the first time an I had no fucking draft. Enjoy the fanfic <3333
"I'm just saying, if the trophy gets its own seat in the car, I should at least get to hold it for like 5 minutes!” Aryan muttered, leaning his head against the window of the SUV.
"No way!” Leah fired back, holding the gold award tightly against her chest like it was ger baby. "I'm the protector. If you or Walker handles it, you’re going to drop it trying to do a lightsaber flip or something."
"I did one flip with a water bottle on set and suddenly I'm banned from holding heavy objects for life," I complained, throwing my hands up. "This is unreal."
Honestly, my heart was still beating so hard I could barely sit still. Winning the award felt completely fake. Walking up those stairs, seeing the entire theater full of talented actors and actresses I always admired standing up and clapping it was like a dream.
My phone buzzed in my lap. I picked it up, expecting another text from my mom or a congras meme from Ryan Reynolds. Instead it was just a Instagram notif from Leah.
@leahsavajeffries tagged you in a post.
I glanced over at her in the seat next to me. She was already staring at her screen, a massive, suspicious smirk growing on her face.
"Leah. What the hell did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," she giggled, but didnt looking up. "But the internet did. Look at your feed."
I opened the app and clicked it. It was a post from a massive Hollywood gossip page with the caption:
"Who even is-" I started, but then the video loaded.
It was a js a 5 sec clip from the live broadcast right after McKenna Grace had announced our win. The camera had cut to Dead Letters table. Sitting right there was YN Thames. I knew who she was, obviously whi didnt. She was Mason Thames' younger sister masons a close friend of course I knew his sister and had been a massive child star before taking a hiatus. Her new Netflix show was literally all over my TikTok feed.
But in the clip she was staring straight ahead right in the general direction of the stag with this incredibly, dazed expression. She ha slowly licked her lower lip, blinking like she was lost in thought, before the camera zoomed back out to me
With the slow motion filter and the romantic pop music the fan pages had already added, it literally looked like she was staring a hole through my head.
"Oh my god," I choked out, a laugh escaping my throat. "Wait. Is she actually staring at me?"
"Walker, you were standing right in her sight hoe" Aryan said leaning over my shoulder to watch the video play for the 5th time. "Look at the comments. People are LOSING their minds."
I scrolled down, my eyes slowly widening.
@diorsbxtch: she was gagged by the black suit LMAOOO HE LOOKS SO GOOD
@leahsavajeffries: 👀🍿??
"Leah!" I yelled, shoving my phone toward her face. “Why did you comment the popcorn emoji?! You're making it 10x worse!”
"Because it's fucking hilarious!" she yelled, laughing so hard she practically dropped the trophy. "Look at the other comments! Her own costar said she doesn't even know you!"
I kept scrolling until a comment with a massive amount of likes caught my eye.
@masonthames: bro delete this video right now my sister was just nervous about her category.
"Uh oh," Aryan whistled. "The big brother has entered the chat. You're a dead ma Walker."
"I didn't even do shit!" I laughed, running a hand through my curls my face feeling weirdly hot. "We habe literally never spoken a word to each other in our lives! She’s probably freaking out right now."
I tapped on yns profile @yourusername. Her latest post was just a photo of the Dead Letters cast looking amazing on the red carpet, and the comments were already flooded with people mentioning my name.
I hovered my thumb over the follow button.
Follow.
"What are you doing?" Leah whispered, squinting at my screen. "Are you following her?!"
"Yeah," I said, locking my phone and tossing it onto the seat with a grin. "If the internet is going to manifest a whole Hollywood romance between us before we even know each other's names the least I can do is see what she posts about it if she posts bout it”
"Your a menace," Aryan muttered, shaking his head.
"Hey, the black suit demands drama," I joked, leaning back against the headrest as the car pulled up to the afterparty place.
We hadn't met yet. We hadn't said a single word. But as I looked out the window at the flashing lights of the party, I had a feeling tonight was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
I sighed. “Well hopefully she’s here” I said and both aryan and Leah gave me a side eye.
walker has a crush on reader (but he doesn’t know her personally so a celeb crush??) so he looks for her at every event she and him are at and he looks at her interviews press tours and insta acc and stuff, and her fanedits👀👀 but while hes doin allat his friends / castmates pick up on his habits of crushing on reader so they make a plan together to set reader and walker up togetherness bc they DO know reader personally so its goin be all cutesy and stuff🥰✌️🥰✌️
i get if its to confusing or just a stupid idea overall but i thank you in advance!!🩷🩷 btw i LIVE for your work
ITS CRAZY CUZ I WAS ACC THINKJNG OF WRITING A CELEB CRUSH WALKER SCOBELL 1 YEPP I WILL GET IN WORK TO IT AND THANK U ILYYY
Hii! 🫶 Seeing as you were begging for a Finney Blake request... could you do an adventure reader insert for him? I love the idea of a reader who is wandering off on random side quests and dragging Finney along into complete chaos or just completely on her own ( honestly any character you want but Finney needs some love)
BRO OMG YES I LOVE U SO MUCH IMA GET TO WORK FOR IT
“I used to think the silence between us was peace. Now I realize it’s just the sound of us forgetting how to speak.“᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
, 𑣲. walker scobell x f!reader — ᨳଓ .
𝓦arnings : car accident (concussion and bruising) , swearing , hurt/comfort , angst , fluff
𝓡equest: yes!!
𝓢ynopsis : when walker comes home from a tiring long press tour, the physical distance changes into a emotional one. A quiet but very painful argument bout his schedule leaves the both of you to slowly start drifting apart. And walker walking out the door to get some space. Desperate to clear your head, you take a drive, only for flash of headlight to change everything in just a split second. What had started as a night with a bitter argument quickly turned into a terrifying wake up call forcing Walker to realize who actually matters to him the most.
𝓐.N : this is the first time someone send me a req so I was very excited I had scheduled fanfics I have a lot in queue rn but I wanted to upload this one first but I promise u guys they r gonna be fanfics coming up day by day. I didn’t double check it. Join my taglist and leave requests!
The argument hadn’t been loud which somehow made it feel 10x fucking worse.
It was supposed to be a quiet dinner. Walker had finally come home after a grueling, months-long press tour, but his mind was still miles away. Every time your eyes met across the table, it felt like looking at a random fuck ass stranger in his face when his phone lit up on the counter with yet another work message something in you just snapped!
It wasn't about the phone ofc. It was about the weeks of empty spaces on your bed, the FaceTime calls between takes, & the terrifying, quiet realization that his world was getting bigger while yours felt like it was being left behind
“I'm trying, Y/N," he had said, his voice dropping into that defensive whisper. His eyes looked so incredibly tired but the frustration in them was sharp. "You think I want to be operating on 4 fucking hours of sleep?! I am doing all of this for my family and for us. For our future!”
“I don't give a shit about a future version of you, Walker!" Ur voice finally cracked, the tears gou had been swallowing for a month finally stinging your eyes threatening to fall. "I need you right now. In the same fucking room as me."
The silence that followed was brutally quiet. Walker rubbed his face in his hands, letting out a heavy, defeated sigh which made me want to wish who would have just shout at me instead. He didn't say anything else. He just picked up his jacket, slammed the front door harshly which made me flinch and walked out to get some space.
U were too restless. Too lonely to just sit alone after the fight, you grabbed yur car keys and left through the garage. You just needed to do a late night drive. You needed the cool night air to make you forget about everything for just a few minutes.
You turned the radio up to max so that u can drown your own thoughts. Instantly, HoneyBee by Olivia Rodrigo started comin through the speakers.
You let out a wet, breathless laugh, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Great. Just what I fucking needed."
U were turning left at a blinking yellow light, your eyes blurred by the hot tears u had been trying to hold back, when the world had decided to violently spin out of control.
There was 0 time to react. Just the blinding glare of high beams from an oncoming Van that missed the light, the horrifying crunch of metal folding in on itself, and the jarring, violent snap of the airbag deploying. Then, the night went entirely black.
Walker’s phone was ringing. He was sitting on a park bench 3 blocks away from home, staring at his shoes feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the planet, when the screen flashed. He answered it instantly desperate to apologize so that there’s no silence and they can go back to cuddling, kissing, teasing each other, playing games.
But.. it wasn't you. It was a paramedic
The walk to the hospital was a blur. Walker barely remembered booking a cab, he didn't remember running through the rain, and he barely remembered screaming your name until security had to come to tell him to calm the fuck down. His chest felt like it was collapsing under a physical weight. The collapsing under a physical ass weight. The argument the stupid, selfish ass argument because of schedules and time felt entirely hollow. If he had just stayed, if he had just held you instead of walking away, kiss you instead of walking away, cuddle you instead of walking away watching a movie till you both fall asleep. U wouldn't have been on that dam (pjo ref) road.
When the doctor finally led him down the hallway and pulled back the curtain, Walker stopped breathing.
U were sitting on the edge of the bed, looking so fragile against the clinical white sheets. There was a dark, purple bruise blossoming across your cheekbone, a bandage taped tightly over your left eyebrow, a deep cut on the corner of your lips and your arm was resting in a sling.
"Y/N," he choked out.
Your head instantly d snapped up. Your eyes, wide and glossy, filled with tears the exact moment you saw him. "W-Walker..."
He crossed the distance between you in a fraction of a second. He dropped to his knees on the cold tile floor, completely unbothered by the harsh reality of the hospital room. His hands were trembling violently as he reached out, not knowing where to touch you without causing pain or if he can touch you because of his selfish act before finally settling his palms flat on the mattress on either side of your thighs.
"Y/N, I'm so so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry," he repeated, the words breaking completely in his throat. He looked up at you, his eyes were bloodshot, tears spilling freely down his cheeks. The confident, golden boi the world saw on tv? completely gone. "I shouldn't have walked out. I was so wrapped up in my own head, and I left you alone, and if I had just… if I had just fucking listened-“
"Walker, look at me," you whispered, your voice was slightly trembling. You carefully reached down w your uninjured hand, threading your fingers through his messy, damp messy blonde curls. "Look at me. It wasn't your fault. A driver blew past a red light. It had nothing to do with us okay?”
He leaned his forehead against your knee, his shoulders shaking as a sob had escaped him. "I-I thought I lost you. The whole way here, all I could think about was that the last thing I did was make you feel lonely. I hate myself for it. I fucking hate it."
"Hey," you nudged him gently, your own tears spilling over. "You're here now. I'm okay. Look at me, Walker. The doctors ran scans. It’s just a mild concussion and a sprained shoulder. I’m going home tonight."
He lifted his head, his face raw with an emotion so deep it terrified you. He stood up slowly, with absolute caution, and climbed onto the edge of the narrow hospital bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face completely in the side of your neck. He held you with desperate tightness, breathing you in like you were the only source of oxygen left in the world.
"I'm canceling the rest of the press trip," he murmured against your skin, leaving a few kisses, his voice thick and resolute. "I don't give a fuck about the meetings. I don't care about the interviews. I'm staying right here with you.”
"Walker, your carrerr-"
"Doesn't mean a goddamn thing if I don't have you to come home to. A amazing girlfriend who has always been by my side from the start. A amazing girlfriend who always supported me no matter what. A amazing girlfriend who loved me no matter what.” he interrupted, pulling back just enough to look you dead in the eyes. His thumb reached up, gently brushing a tear from your unbruised cheek slightly smiling. "I mean it. We are going to figure out the schedule. I'm going to do better. I love you too much to ever let you feel like you are 2nd best."
The heavy, suffocating weight that had been lingering between you for months completely disappeared. U were holding onto his jacket with your good hand, you buried your face in his chest. "I love you too so much.”
By the time you were officially discharged, Walker was a man on a mission. He didn't let you carry a single thing. He drove his car with hyper caution, keeping 1 hand firmly logked with yours over the center console the entire way back to the apartment.
Once you guys were home, the argument of the night dissolved into pure comfort. He practically forced you into your softest pajamas, tucked you into a fortress of pillows on the couch, and came back from the kitchen with a bowl of warm soup and ur pain meds.
"You are hovering, Scobell," you teased softly, though ur chest felt warmer than it had in months.
"I have been given strict medical orders to caretake," he countered, a familiar, boyish smirk finally returning to his face as he slid under the heavy marshmallow blanket next to you . He carefully pulled ur uninjured side against his chest, wrapping his arms around you like a human shield against the rest of the world. "Which means you shut up, stay still, and let me hold you."
You smiled, resting your head directly over his heartbeat. Walker didn't say anything for a long moment, his gaze dropping to your lips before moving back up to meet your eyes. The playful smirk faded, replaced by something incredibly soft and vulnerable.
"I love you so much Y/N" he said quietly softly. his voice low
"I love you more Walker" you whispered.
He leaned in slowly, closing the space between you. When his lips finally met urs, it wasn't the hurried, distracted kisses from the past few months. It was very slow, deep, and heavy with relief. One of his hands slid up to gently cradle the unbruised side of your jaw, his thumb smoothing over ur skin, while his other arm held you securely against his side tightly but careful. The kiss tasted like a quiet apology and a promise all at once a reassurance that he was entirely, completely back.
When he finally pulled away, he didn't go far, he rested his forehead against yours as you both exhaled a shared, shaky breath.
"I've got you," he murmured, his lips brushing yours one last time before he let you rest your head back down on his chest.
The TV hummed quietly in the background, but for the 1st time in a very long time, Walker wasn't looking at his phone. He was just looking at you and you only, his fingers gently tracing soothing circles on ur arm until you both finally drifted off to sleep.
Hi!! I love ur writing thank you for feeding us walker/pjo content lol
I have a very vague request for a walker x reader oneshot where they have an argument or a misunderstanding then reader gets into an accident (up to you what kind) so angst happens (teehee) and eventually turns into fluff and comfort haha
Sorry if this wasn't specific, truthfully I just need more walker angst sooo bad
“The infirmary had never felt so warm until Percy Jackson walked in.” ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
, 𑣲. percy jackson x daughter of apollo — ᨳଓ .
𝓦arnings : ig fluff??
𝓢ynopsis : After Annabeth drags an injured Percy Jackso to the apollo cabjn the daughter of apollo is assigned to patch him up they have barely spoken b4, but it’s hard to focus on bandages when u keep finding urself staring and Percy keeps catching u staring
𝓐.N : Sorry for not posting in a while but I’m not sick anymore guys and we won !! I wanted to do daughter of Apollo bc the first person who had voted in the poll had chose Apollo and I lowk felt bad and u guys made a tie between 3 demigods : Aphrodite , Hades , and Athena I may make the hades 1 a series but I have had my Percy Jackson fanfics set for dates so they r gonna come day by day now. Don’t forget to leave requests in!!
𝓣aglist : @chouchou-bebe , @ellefanningsbaby , @lyannaunicorn , @wheresmacoffee (remember to join my taglist!!)
The infirmary was usually quiet.
Not silent tho there was always the rustle of ambrosia wrappers,, the clink noises of nectar bottles, or 1 of the Apollo children humming but it was still peaceful enough.
Until the doors slammed open.
“Move,!”
Annabeth Chas yelled while marching in with Percy Jackson who was leaning heavily against her shoulder. His camp shirt had a torn sleeve and a fresh bruise was running across his ribs
“I’m telling you annabeth” Percy groaned “it’s literally just a scratch!”
“It’s bleeding through your shirt.”
“It builds character.”
“It builds infections Percy.”
From behind the medicine cabine u looked up trying very hard not to look too startled.
“Put him on the cot,” u said, already reaching for clean bandages
Annabeth helped Percy sit down before giving him 1 last pointed glare.
“Don’t argue with the healer.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“You always plan to.”
She disappeared before he could defend himself.
The infirmary settled into silence.
U washed ur hands gathering supplies u have treated campers a lot of times before broken bones, arrow wounds, poison ivy incidents, and wtv the Stoll brothers managed to invent every week. Hell u even treated the campers during the battle of manhattan
But somehow…
Ur hands felt slightlyyy less steady today.
Because Percy Jackson was sitting 3 ft away.
The Percy Jackson.
Hero of Olympus, Son Of Poseidon, the guy somehow everybody in camo had some story about.
U have spoken to him before.. once.. maybe twice.
The once was a time he had asked where the dining pavilion was after getting back from a quest.
The 2nd time when he had apologized after accidentally splashing u during canoe practice.
That was it.
Now he was watching you
“So..” Percy said
“So”
“I have never actually caught your name before”
You blinked pretending to act shocked and confused
“You haven’t?”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“I mean… I’ve heard it. I’m just really.terrible with names.”
You smiled despite yourself
“Y/N.”
“Right.”
He nodded as if committing to memory
“y/n.”
U gently peeled back the blood soaked fabric around his side.
“This might sting.”
“I’ve been stabbed before.”
“…Congratulations I guess…?”
“Gods I don’t know why I said that.”
A laugh escaped h b4 u could stop it.
Percy’s grin widened
There it is.
He had been secretly hoping to make u laugh
U dabbed some nectar around the wound very gently and carefully
He didn’t even flinch
Ur focus stayed on the injury.
Mostly.
Okay.
Not.. entirely
Every few seconds ur eyes betrayed u
Js some quick glances
The blue eyes.
The dirty blonde messy hair
The tiny scar along his jaw
Then u had snapped ur attention back to the bandages
Surely he hadn’t noticed
..right?
“You keep looking at me.”
Ur hands froze.
“..W-What?”
Percy’s voice wasn’t teasing
Just.. curious?
You keep glancing over.”
Heat rushed straight to your face.
“I-“
“No No, it’s okay!” he said quickly. “I was just wondering if I had dirt on my face.”
U stared at him
“U r bleeding.”
“Right.”
“…Quiet slot.”
“So that’s most likely it.”
U laughed again a bit louder than b4
“No.”
“No?”
U hesitated then sighed
“I just..”
Gods.
This was embarrassing.
“I have heard about you for years”
Percy looked up a bit confused
“Really?”
“Ur making it sound surprising”
“Kinda is.”
“U have saved Olympus.”
“Yeah..”
“You fought titans”
“Once.”
“Disappeared for months.”
“Twice.”
“So.. yk u kinda became famous even more after ppl finding out u r a child of the big 3”
“…I haven’t think of it like that…”
“Everyone else does.”
Silence settled between you 2
U finished wrapping the bandage around his ribs.
“There.”
Youu tied it off neatly.
“You’ll live.”
“Glad to hear it.”
U stepped back.
Completely ignoring the fact that your heart had been doing cartwheels for the last ten minutes.
Percy watched you gather supplies.
“U know…
You looked over.
“I have heard bout u b4 as well.”
Ur eyebrows lifted.
“U have?”
“The Apollo cabin says ur the one everyone comes to.”
“For injuries?”
“For everything.”
He shrugged.
“They trust you.”
U didn’t know what to say.
No one ever talked about you.
Heroes got stories.
Healers just cleaned up afterward.
Percy hopped off the cot.
“Try not to reopen the wound.”
“I’ll do my best maam.”
“You say that like ur already planning something.”
“I wasn’t…”
A pause.
“…until now.”
U gave him a look.
He laughed.
“Okay, okay. No fighting monsters for at least…”
He looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.
“…6 hours.”
“You are impossible.”
So I have been told.”
He headed for the door before stopping.
Turning back.
“So…”
“So?”
“Maybe next time we talk..”
He smiled.
“…it doesn’t have to be because I’m bleeding.”
B4 you could answer
He was already gone.
3 days later, Percy walked into the infirmary w absolutely NO injury’s at all .
“I brought blue cookies.”
U looked up
“…Why…?”
He shrugged
“I mean i did tell u it would be nice if I visited without bleeding.”
A tiny smile escaped before you could stop it.
“U did say that.”
“So…”
He set the tin on the table.
“I figured I’d start making it a habit.”
Outside, someone shouted that Percy was needed at sword practice.
HI! I love your writing. I was wondering would you be open to writing LGBTQ+ themes or pairings? It's not like I have any ideas/request and I'm not even LGBTQ+ myself but I wanted to check your preferences first. Thanks!
Yeah ofc I’m open to writing lgbtq I don’t mind at all ❤️
