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Can you do a walker scobell with a Mexican reader?

SALSA AND THE SUNSET

you never really expected Walker Scobell to become a permanent fixture in your living room, but here he was, sitting cross-legged on your rug, aggressively losing a game of Mario Kart. The afternoon sun was spilling through the window blinds, cutting lines of light across the carpet and illuminating the chaotic mess of empty snack bowls and soda cans scattered around the room."That is literally impossible," Walker groaned, dropping his controller onto the floor with dramatic flair. He threw his hands in the air, his face twisted in disbelief. "You cheated. You had to have cheated. There is no way you got that triple red shell right at the finish line.""It’s called skill, Walker," you laughed, leaning back against the couch cushions and enjoying your victory. "Maybe if you stopped looking at my side of the screen every time we hit a corner, you’d actually hit the drift right.""I was not screen-cheating!" he defended, though the faint blush creeping up his cheeks completely gave him away. He shifted around, abandoning his spot on the floor to lean his back against the base of the couch right next to your legs. He looked up at you, his blue eyes bright with a competitive spark. "Alright, fine. Next round, no mercy. I'm picking the map this time."Before you could pick up your controller to start the next race, a familiar, heavy scent drifted in from the kitchen. The rich aroma of toasted chiles, garlic, and simmering tomatoes began to fill the living room, cutting through the stale smell of the potato chips you two had been snacking on. Your abuela had been working on supper for the last two hours, and the house smelled incredible.Walker paused mid-sentence, sniffing the air like a hound dog tracking a scent. "Okay, wait. Forget Mario Kart for a second. What is that?""Dinner," you said, smiling at how quickly his attention shifted. "Abuela is making carne asada

and homemade salsa. And before you ask, yes, it’s actually spicy. Not 'movie theater jalapeño' spicy."Walker’s eyes lit up, a confident grin spreading across his face. "Please, I can handle spice. I’ve been working on my tolerance.""Walker, the last time you said that, you drank a whole carton of milk because of a single Dorito.""That was a flaming hot Dorito, it’s a different kind of chemical heat!" he argued, though he was already pushing himself up from the floor, brushing the stray carpet fibers off his jeans. "Come on, let’s go offer to help. I want to show her I have good manners. Plus, the faster we help, the faster we eat."You followed him into the bright, warm kitchen. The room was bustling with activity. Your abuela was standing by the stove, humming an old song under her breath while crushing fresh ingredients into a heavy stone molcajete. The rhythmic sound of the stone pestle grinding down garlic and charred tomatoes filled the room."¿Necesitas ayuda, Abuela?" you asked, stepping up beside her and kissing her cheek.She looked up, a warm smile wrinkling the corners of her eyes as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Ay, mi amor. No, almost done. But your friend looks like he’s starving."Walker, despite not being fluent in Spanish, caught the word amigo and the welcoming look on her face. He stepped forward, offering his best, most polite smile. "Hola, Señora. It smells amazing in here. Can I carry something to the table for you?"Abuela beamed at his attempt, her heart completely melting at his manners. She immediately handed him a woven basket wrapped in a colorful, thick cloth. "Take the tortillas to the table, handsome boy. Careful, they are very hot."Walker took the basket like it was a prize possession, holding it carefully with both hands and nodding proudly. "Thank you. Gracias, Señora."Once everything was set on the table—the perfectly grilled carne asada, a bowl of fresh cilantro and onions, warm beans, and the steaming molcajete of dark salsa—you all sat down. You watched Walker closely as he fixed his plate. He was being incredibly meticulous, making sure to copy exactly how you assembled your tacos, from the squeeze of fresh lime to the sprinkle of salt.Then, he reached for the salsa spoon. He looked at you, gave a cocky little eyebrow raise, and took a generous spoonful of the rich, dark salsa, pouring it right over the meat."Don't say I didn't warn you," you teased, leaning on your elbow."Watch and learn," Walker said confidently. He took a massive bite, clearly trying to impress both you and your abuela.For a second, he just chewed, nodding his head as if to say it was nothing. Then, the heat hit him.The change was instant. The flush traveled from his neck right up to the tips of his ears. He stopped chewing for a split second, his eyes widening in pure shock. You could see the internal struggle as he swallowed hard. His eyes started watering just a little bit, and his hand twitched toward his water glass, but he stubbornly pulled it back, refusing to reach for it immediately."Wow," he choked out, coughing slightly and clearing his throat. "That is... incredible. It burns a lot, but it’s so good."Abuela burst out laughing, completely delighted by his reaction, and patted his arm gently. "Le gustó. He’s a good boy. He can eat real food.""See? I passed the test," Walker whispered over to you, a triumphant, slightly teary-eyed grin spreading across his face as he finally took a small sip of water.Sitting there in the noisy, warm kitchen, listening to your abuela chatter happily in Spanish while Walker enthusiastically went in for a second taco despite his tongue being completely on fire, you couldn't help but smile. He fit into your world and your family a lot better than you ever thought he would, and you knew this wouldn't be his last dinner at your house.

#percy jackson #fanfic #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson and the sea of monsters

hey just checking in on you, its been a while since you posted. You doing ok?

A Statement on My Indefinite Hiatus

To my readers and the community,

I know many of you have been wondering where I’ve been, as my presence here has changed recently. I am writing this to officially announce that I am going on an indefinite hiatus effective immediately. I do not know when I will be back, but I know that I cannot continue to exist in this space right now.

The Reality of the Situation: For a while now, I have been targeted with persistent and explicit death threats. What was once a hobby and a creative outlet has turned into a situation where I am genuinely concerned for my physical safety and mental well-being. No one should have to fear for their safety because of fanfiction.

The False Accusations: On top of this harassment, I am being targeted with completely false accusations of using AI to write my stories. To be clear: I do not use AI. Every word I post comes from my own imagination and hours of work. It is deeply hurtful and exhausting to have my integrity questioned and my hard work dismissed by people who would rather spread lies than engage with the community positively. Between the weight of school and these constant attacks on my character, I have reached my limit.

What to Expect:

Total Silence: I will not be posting new content, responding to messages, or checking my inbox.

Indefinite Timeline: I am not setting a return date. I will only come back when I feel safe, respected, and mentally strong enough to share my work again.

Prioritizing Safety: I am taking the necessary steps to report the harassment and threats I have received to the proper authorities.

I want to thank those of you who have supported my work and treated me with kindness. You are the reason I’ve stayed as long as I have. However, for my own health and safety, I have to disappear for a while.

I will be back when the time is right. Until then, please respect my privacy.

— katzeyeklawz

#fanfic #percy jackson #walker scobell x reader #katseye #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #walker scobell #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines #aryan simhadri #hiatus #katzeyeklawz

Can you do a Percy Jackson or Walker schobell fic with a woc fml or like a south asian fml?

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The energy on the Percy Jackson set in Vancouver was electric today, mostly because the heaters were cranked up and the snacks had finally arrived. You were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet, your dark curls catching the studio lights as you spun around in your trailer. You were dressed in a vibrant, marigold colored lehenga skirt paired with a denim jacket a perfect blend of your South Asian heritage and the modern demigod look the stylists had cooked up for your character.

"WALKER! Look at the embroidery!" you squealed, rushing out of your trailer the moment you saw him.

Walker didn't just walk toward you he matched your speed, a massive grin plastered on his face. "No way! That’s so cool! Does it reflect light?" He leaned in, poking the tiny mirrors on your skirt with pure wonder. "We’re literally going to be the brightest people on camera today."

"I know, right?!" you chirped, grabbing his hands and spinning him in a circle. "I also brought those spicy snacks from home! The ones that make your eyes water!"

"Yes! Let's go!" Walker cheered, and the two of you practically skipped toward the makeup tent, a whirlwind of high-fives and shared laughter.

🎤 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀 𝓢𝓮𝓰𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

The 2026 press tour was in full swing, and the energy on the press couch was dangerously high. Leah Sava Jeffries, Aryan Simhadri, Dior Goodjohn, Charlie Bushnell, and Daniel Diemer were all trying to keep a straight face while you and Walker whispered jokes in the back.

Interviewer: "So, who is the 'hype person' of the group?"

Immediately, Leah and Aryan pointed both hands at you and Walker.

Leah: "It’s a tie. Honestly, if you leave [Y/N] and Walker alone for more than five minutes, they’ll have recruited the entire crew into a flash mob or a high-stakes game of tag."

Dior: (Laughing) "I’ll be trying to focus on a serious scene, and I just see [Y/N] in the background doing a Bollywood dance move and Walker trying to copy her. They are a menace to society."

Charlie: "One time, Daniel and I were just trying to eat lunch, and they came running past us wearing matching capes made of Brooks blankets, screaming about a 'quest' to find the best boba in Vancouver."

Daniel: "I just followed them to make sure they didn't get lost. They have... a lot of spirit."

Interviewer: "Walker, what’s it like working with someone who has just as much energy as you?"

Walker:"It’s the best! Usually, I’m the one annoying people, but [Y/N] actually encourages it. She’s like my partner in crime. We once spent three hours ranking every single snack in the craft services tent."

You: "And the spicy mango won! It wasn't even a contest!"

🌙 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

After the cameras stopped rolling and the interviews wrapped, the cast headed to a local park for a 2026 "New Year" celebration. The air was chilly, but you didn't care. You were busy showing Leah and Dior how to do a specific dance step you’d learned at your cousin's wedding, your gold jhumkas jingling with every jump.

Walker was right there beside you, failing miserably at the footwork but laughing so hard he could barely stand. When the music slowed down, he flopped onto the grass next to you, both of you breathless and glowing.

"You're literally like a human sunbeam," Walker panted, looking at you with genuine admiration.

"Takes one to know one," you laughed, reaching out to adjust the collar of his shirt. "I think we broke Aryan’s spirit today with all that singing."

"Totally worth it," Walker said, his voice softening. He looked at the way your gold bangles shimmered in the twilight. "I'm glad you're on this quest with me, [Y/N]. I don't think anyone else could keep up."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your energy finally settling into a warm, comfortable hum. "Race you to the hot cocoa stand?"

"You're on!" Walker scrambled up, and the two of you took off into the night, two bright lights in the Vancouver chill.

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𝓐𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼, 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...

𝓑𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓟!

#fanfic #percy jackson #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #walker scobell #pjo series #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines

Hey! I was wondering if I could request a Tyson x reader! The reader is a daughter of Apollo and spends a lot of time painting and reading which is where Percy finds her and introduces her to his brother Tyson. She is the first one at camp who hasn’t treated him differently!

HERE YOU GO MY SUGER PLUM

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#fanfic #percy jackson #walker scobell x reader #pjo series #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #walker scobell #katseye #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines #aryan simhadri

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The afternoon sun was heavy and golden, bathing Camp Half-Blood in the kind of warmth that made most demigods want to sleep. But for you, a daughter of Apollo, the light was an invitation. You were tucked away near the canoe lake, a sketchbook propped against your knees and a weathered book of poetry resting by your side. While your siblings were at the archery range, you preferred to capture the world in vibrant oils and soft charcoal.

"Hey, [Y/N]!"

You looked up, shielding your eyes from the glare. Percy Jackson was approaching, but he wasn’t alone. Behind him loomed a vast figure a Cyclops with tousled brown hair and a single, wide, nervous eye. You had heard the whispers drifting through the cabins: "monster," "beast," "dangerous." But as they got closer, you didn’t see a monster. You saw someone who looked as though he was trying to make himself smaller to fit into a world that wasn’t built for him.

"[Y/N], this is my brother, Tyson," Percy said, his voice tinged with a wary protectiveness. He was bracing himself for the revulsion, the fear, or the condescension he usually saw from other campers.

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you smiled a genuine, bright Apollo-child smile that felt like a warm hug. "Hi, Tyson. It’s really nice to meet you. I’m [Y/N]."

Tyson blinked, his one eye going round with wonder. "You... you are shiny," he rumbled, his voice like rolling thunder, yet incredibly soft. "Like the big fire ball in the sky."

You laughed softly, patting the patch of grass beside you. "That’s just my dad being dramatic. Do you want to see what I’m working on?"

Percy watched in sheer amazement as the large Cyclops knelt down with surprising gentleness, careful not to crush any wildflowers. You showed him your painting a study of the hippocampi breaking the water in the distance. Tyson's face lit up with pure, unfiltered joy. "Fish ponies!" he exclaimed, clapping his massive hands. "You made them look beautiful."

"They are beautiful," you replied, looking straight at him without a hint of judgment. You didn’t see a lack of intellect; you saw a craftsman’s soul. You handed him a piece of charcoal. "I hear you’re good with your hands, Tyson. Want to try sketching with me?"

For the first time since arriving at camp, Tyson’s shoulders relaxed. He wasn’t a "special case" or a threat to you; he was just another soul who appreciated creation. Percy smiled back at you, a silent thank you in his eyes, before leaving you two to your art.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of violet and gold, Tyson looked at your finished sketch and then back at you with unfeigned adoration. "You are my favorite shiny person, [Y/N]."

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𝓐/𝓝: I feel like tyson would be a good match with an apollo child, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮!

𝓐𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼, 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...

#fanfic #percy jackson #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #walker scobell #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines #aryan simhadri

Omg i feel like its so obvious u use ai to do ur fics 😭 which is so sad, if u dont know how to write just dont do it at all <3

But i dont? why is everyone so obssesed that everything is now ai like can a writer just be good or make mistakes,mind you im still in my begginers stage but

Im actually genuinely surprised to see this! While I’m still a beginner and finding my footing, I can assure you there wasn’t a single prompt or algorithm involved in this just a lot of caffeine and my own imagination. It’s honestly a bit of a tragedy that we’ve reached a point in 2026 where any story with decent structure or effort is immediately dismissed as AI.

I understand that the internet has made people a little cynical, but it’s a pretty bold (and incorrect) assumption to make just because you didn't vibewith the style. I put a lot of work into learning how to write these, and while I’m not perfect yet, I’d much rather spend my time actually practicing my craft than taking shortcuts.

It’s a shame you feel the need to try and gatekeep or discourage new writers with baseless accusations instead of just moving on to a story you actually enjoy. If my writing is so 'obvious' that it's being compared to high-level tech, I must be doing something right for a beginner! I’ll take it as a backhanded compliment to my progress. Wishing you a much more positive day than the one you’re clearly having! <3"

#ai #not ai generated #haters #whyamialwaysgettingtargetedorhateonmypage😭

This is like my third request cause girl I just cannot get ENOUGHHHH, you’re sooo talenteddd - anyway, could you write something about fem!reader bringing Walker to the gym with her and them having a little gym date? (I’m literally writing this at the gym… I’ve gotta lock back in now 💔)

love ya 💋💜💜💜

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HERREE YOU GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#fanfic #percy jackson #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell #walker scobell imagines #pjo series #katseye

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝔂𝓶 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 (𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓘𝓽 𝓒𝓾𝓽𝓮) 🎀

Walker was many things an actor, a stunt enthusiast, and a certified dork but a "gym rat"? Not exactly. So, when you suggested a gym date, he showed up at your door looking like he was ready to film an 80s workout montage, complete with a headband he definitely bought as a joke.

"Alright, [Y/N]," he said, stretching dramatically and nearly hitting your doorframe. "Show me the ways of the iron. I’m ready to get absolutely shredded."

You laughed, adjusting the sparkly blue bow holding back your curly hair. "Walker, we’re just doing a light circuit and some cardio. Don't pull a muscle just walking to the car."

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓶-𝓤𝓹 🎀

The gym was relatively quiet, the hum of treadmills providing a steady background beat. You led him to the stretching area, but Walker was immediately distracted by the medicine balls.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽: You were trying to show him how to do a proper dynamic stretch, but he was busy seeing how high he could toss a 10lb ball without hitting the ceiling.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓲𝓿𝓮: Every time you looked over, he was making "tough guy" faces in the mirror, only to break into a giggle when he caught your eye.

"You’re supposed to be my spotter, Scobell," you teased, stepping onto the treadmill. "Not the gym's personal jester."

"I am multitasking!" he defended, hopping onto the treadmill next to yours. "I am providing morale and aesthetic support."

🎀 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓸 & 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 🎀

About ten minutes into the run, the "shredded" persona started to fade into a "very sweaty" reality. Walker’s blonde curls were damp, sticking to his forehead, and his breathing was getting heavy.

"Is... is this the part... where we... have the deep conversation?" he wheezed, looking over at you. You weren't even breaking a sweat yet, your hair bouncing effortlessly with every stride.

"Only if you have the breath for it," you smirked.

He slowed his pace to a walk, leaning heavily on the heart-rate sensors. "I’ve decided... that lifting things is much easier than running towards nothing. Can we go to the weights now? I want to look cool for you."

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 🎀

You moved over to the dumbbells. You were working on your shoulder presses when Walker decided it was his time to shine. He picked up a pair of weights that were slightly too heavy for him, determined to impress you.

"Need a spot, Scobell?" you asked, leaning against the weight rack.

"I've got it," he strained, his face turning a light shade of pink. "I am a demigod. I am-" His arms wobbled on the third rep.

You stepped behind him, placing your hands lightly over his to help steady the weight. The playful atmosphere shifted instantly. Because you were standing so close, you could feel the heat radiating off him. He caught your reflection in the mirror, his eyes softening as he relaxed into your touch.

"Actually," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "I might need a spotter for the rest of my life if it means you stay right there."

You felt the blush creep up your neck, reaching up to adjust the bow in your hair just to give your hands something to do. "Smooth, Walker. Very smooth."

🎀 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽-𝓖𝔂𝓶 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝔃𝓮𝓵𝓼 🎀

The "date" ended about twenty minutes later when Walker declared he was "professionally exhausted." As you walked back to the car, he draped a heavy, sweaty arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴: You stopped for protein shakes, but Walker convinced you to get a giant soft pretzel to "refuel the gains."

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓵𝓼: He spent the whole car ride home trying to untangle a stray curly hair that had gotten caught in the velcro of his gym bag, being incredibly gentle despite his shaky hands.

"So," you said, pulling into his driveway. "Same time next week?"

Walker groaned, leaning his head back against the seat. "Only if the date involves a 20-minute workout and a 2-hour nap afterwards. But yeah... I’ll go anywhere if you’re the one leading the way."

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𝓪/𝓷: walker in a gym setting is so funny to me because i feel like he’d try so hard to be 'alpha' and then immediately get humbled by a treadmill. hope this was the cute gym date you were imagining! 🎀✨

𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...

𝓑𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓟!

#fanfic #katseye #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #walker scobell #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines

Hey girl I love ur imagines! Yk how Walker gives golden retriever energy, can u do one where the reader is the opposite and gives Black Cat energy?

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓒𝓪𝓽!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 🐈‍⬛ ☀️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Vancouver air was crisp the kind of morning that made you want to bury yourself deeper into your oversized black hoodie and disappear into the shadows of the soundstage. But silence was a luxury you rarely had when you shared a call sheet with Walker Scobell.

You were tucked away in the darkest corner of the hair and makeup trailer, a pair of noise-canceling headphones firmly over your dark curls. Your eyes were closed, your vibe screaming ‘do not disturb,’ as you mentally prepared for a grueling day of filming. You were the "Black Cat" of the cast quiet, observant, and fiercely private, preferring the comfort of your own thoughts to the chaos of a busy set.

Then, the trailer door slammed open with the force of a hurricane.

"GUESS WHO FOUND THE MINI DONUTS!"

You didn't even have to open your eyes to know Walker had arrived. Even without looking, you could feel his "Golden Retriever" energy vibrating through the floorboards. He was loud, he was sunny, and he was currently leaning over the back of your chair, his face inches from yours.

You felt a gentle tug on your headphones. One earcup was lifted, and Walker’s voice beamed into your ear. "Earth to [Y/N]! I got the ones with the pink sprinkles because they reminded me of your strawberry lip gloss."

You opened one eye, giving him a flat, unimpressed look. "Walker. It is 6:00 AM. Why are you vibrating?"

He didn't take the hint. He never did. Instead, he flashed that signature toothy grin, plopping down in the chair next to you. "Because we’re doing the Lotus Casino scenes today! Action! Adrenaline! Sugar!" He held out a tiny donut like it was a sacred offering. "Come on, take a bite. Don't be a grouch."

You sighed, the corners of your mouth twitching despite yourself. That was the problem with Walker: he was impossible to stay annoyed with. He was the sun, and you were the shadow, but somehow, he always found a way to make the darkness feel cozy.

"I'm not a grouch," you muttered, finally taking the donut. "I’m mysterious."

"You’re a cat," Walker corrected, laughing as he popped a whole donut into his mouth. "A grumpy little black cat. Meanwhile," he gestured to himself, "I am the life of the party."

"You're a nuisance," you teased, though you reached over and adjusted his Camp Half-Blood necklace, which was sitting crookedly.

Walker’s expression softened instantly. The high-energy bouncing stopped for a split second, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a sudden, quiet intensity. He watched you with that loyal, adoring gaze—the look of a dog that had finally convinced its favorite human to stay.

"You've got flour on your nose," you whispered, breaking the silence. You grabbed a makeup wipe, leaning in close. Walker went perfectly still, his breath hitching as you gently dabbed his skin.

"There," you said, pulling back. "Back to being the golden boy."

Walker beamed, jumping up as a PA called his name. "I'm coming back for lunch! We're sitting in the sun!"

You watched him go, shaking your head. Being a Black Cat wasn't so bad as long as you had a Golden Retriever to keep you warm.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 🐈‍⬛ ☀️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

𝓐/𝓝: 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷! 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝔁 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹𝔂 𝓭𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓬. ☆

𝓐𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼, 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...

𝓑𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓟!

#fanfic #katseye #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #walker scobell #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines

Hairclip disaster

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓸𝓭 𝓓𝓾𝓸: 𝓑𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼 🎀

Being cast as the daughter of Zeus and Percy’s primary love interest was the break of a lifetime. The fans were already obsessed with the "Lightning and Sea" dynamic, but what they didn't see was the chaotic, sweet, and incredibly flustered reality of you and Walker Scobell behind the cameras.

Because your character was a powerful sky-demigod, the hair department loved to keep your natural curls as wild and voluminous as possible. "Think storm clouds," they’d say, fluffing your hair until it was a literal halo of bouncy ringlets. The only problem? Vancouver’s humidity made your hair a magnet for every loose thread, prop, and most frequently-Walker’s wandering hands.

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 🎀

You were sitting in your director’s chair, scrolling through your script for the "Tunnel of Love" scene. Your thick curls were currently pinned back with a couple of boring metal clips to keep them out of your face while you ate a snack.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over you. Walker was standing there, already in his orange camp shirt and tattered jeans, holding something behind his back.

"You know," he started, leaning down so his face was level with yours. "Zeus is the King of the Gods. He wouldn't want his favorite daughter wearing boring silver clips from a drugstore."

"Oh, really?" you teased, looking up at him. "And what would a Son of Poseidon know about Olympian fashion?"

With a flourish, he revealed a stunning navy blue silk bow with tiny silver stars embroidered on it. "I found this at a boutique down the street yesterday. Well, my mom helped me find it. But I bought it. For the 'aesthetic'."

He didn't wait for an answer. He reached out, his fingers surprisingly steady as he swapped out your metal clip for the bow. His touch was light, but you felt a spark that definitely wasn't part of your Zeus powers.

"There," he whispered, his eyes lingering on yours a second too long. "Now you look like royalty."

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹 𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 🎀

The biggest "scandal" on set happened during a rehearsal for the final episode. You and Walker were supposed to be sitting by the lake, sharing a "moment" before the big cliffhanger. The prop master had handed Walker a small, leather pouch containing a mythical gold ring—a token your characters were supposed to discuss.

Walker, being Walker, couldn't stop fidgeting. As you were laughing at a joke Leah made, he started twirling the ring around his finger. Then, he decided it would be "funny" to see if it could fit around one of your curls.

"Walker, don't—"

"I'm just seeing something!" he giggled.

He slid the ring onto a particularly bouncy curl near your ear. But as you turned your head, the curl acted like a spring, twisting the gold band deep into the knot of your hair.

"Uh oh," Walker’s voice went up three octaves.

"Walker Scobell, did you just get a million-dollar prop stuck in my hair?" you hissed, though you were trying not to laugh at the look of pure terror on his face.

"I can fix it! I can fix it!" He scrambled closer, his face inches from yours. The entire crew went silent, watching the "Seaweed Brain" struggle to detangle the daughter of Zeus.

Because he was so close, you could smell the faint scent of his ocean-mist hair product. His fingers were shaking as they worked through your curls. For a moment, the world disappeared. It wasn't Percy and the Zeus girl; it was just Walker, looking at you with so much focus and hidden affection that your heart nearly stopped.

"Got it," he breathed, holding up the ring like a trophy. He didn't move away, though. He leaned in closer, whispering so the microphones wouldn't catch it. "Actually, it looked pretty good on you. Maybe I’ll give you a real one someday."

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓱 🎀

By the time the director called "Action," both of your faces were bright red. The scene was supposed to be a simple conversation, but the chemistry was so electric that the director didn't even yell cut for five minutes.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: Aryan was in the background, filming the whole thing for his private "Walker is Simping" montage.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓼: When the behind-the-scenes photo of Walker putting the blue bow in your hair eventually leaked, the internet practically broke.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓲𝓿𝓮: Late nights in the trailers, sharing blankets and gummy bears, while Walker practiced "braiding" your curls (and failing miserably).

𝓪/𝓷: being his co-star is literally the ultimate dream scenario!! the 'enemies-to-lovers' demigod energy is just perfection. hope you loved this version! 🎀✨

𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...

𝓑𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓟!

#fanfic #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #walker scobell #walker scobell fluff #aryan simhadri #walker scobell imagines

heyy so no shade but you should stop posting your walker works with the katseye tag since it has nothing to do with katseye but it shows up under the tag! Sending love 👍

well actually you see i do that because im also doing katseye stories but heres another thing theres this thing called blocking you should try it!

#katseye #sophia laforteza #jeong yoonchae #lara raj #megan skiendiel #manon bannerman #daniela avanzini

Hi, idk if you're a minor or not (even if you are) will you please stop doing reader fics for walker scobell or any other celebrity who is underage. Its one thing to write for fictional characters but, writing imagines for real teenagers is just plain weird.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓷 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

"I appreciate your concern, but I have to ask: if you think my writing is 'plain weird,' why are you here reading it? My blog is clearly labeled, and it's very easy to see what kind of content I post.

I want to be very clear that I do not do anything sexual or inappropriate in my writing. I write innocent, SFW (Safe For Work) fluff and 'what-if' scenarios that are respectful of the people involved. If Walker Scobell or any other celebrity I write about ever expressed that they were uncomfortable with these types of clean reader-fics, I would stop immediately.

At the end of the day, I’m just here to have fun and share stories with people who enjoy them. If you have a problem with my content, you are more than welcome to block me or use the filter tags to avoid my posts. Harassing me in my inbox isn't going to change what I write. 🎀

I'm going to keep this space positive for my readers who actually want to be here. If that’s not you, feel free to hit that block button!" 🎀✨

Besides your trying to "check me when your anon so when you have some courage speak to me msgs other then my inbox.......anyways 🎀

𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...𝓑𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓟!

#fanfic #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #katseye #pjo series #walker scobell #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉🥳

can I request Walker x fem!reader dating headcanons? (Including like when they argue and how they work through it) and along with the normal things for their relationship???

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓥𝓲𝓿𝓮 🎀

Dating Walker is like being in a constant state of high-energy fun and deep, quiet comfort. He’s the type of boyfriend who is incredibly present, even when life gets hectic.

𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱: He is a total "leaner." If you’re sitting on a couch, he’s leaning against you. If you’re standing in line, his arm is hooked around your shoulders. He needs that physical tether to feel grounded.

𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽 𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰: Walker doesn't wait for holidays. He’ll see a random silk bow or a vintage keychain that reminds him of you and buy it on the spot. You often find little "I saw this and thought of you" surprises in your bag.

𝓓𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮: Your camera roll is 80% blurry selfies he took on your phone when you weren't looking. He sends you TikToks at 2 AM that he thinks are hilarious, and he always likes your posts within seconds of them going up.

🎀 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓻𝓰𝓾𝓮 🎀

No relationship is perfect, and even someone as sweet as Walker can get stubborn. His arguments usually stem from being overprotective or simply being tired and cranky after a long day of filming.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓗𝓾𝓶: Walker isn't a shouter. When he's upset, he gets very quiet and avoids eye contact. He needs a moment to process his feelings before he accidentally says something he doesn't mean.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱: He can never stay mad for long. Usually, after about thirty minutes of "giving you space," he’ll wander back into the room looking like a kicked puppy.

𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘𝓽: He’s big on communication. He’ll sit you down and say, "I'm sorry I was being a jerk, I was just stressed about [X]." He won't let you go to sleep until you've both talked it out and shared a "peace-offering" snack.

🎀 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 🎀

𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼: You don't even have to ask. He practically hands them to you the moment he takes them off because he loves how you look in his clothes.

𝓢𝓮𝓽 𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓼: When you visit him on set, he gets a second wind. He’ll introduce you to everyone even the craft services crew with a proud, "This is [Y/N]."

𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼: For every fancy premiere date, there are ten "let's stay in and play Mario Kart until our eyes hurt" dates. He is incredibly competitive, but he’ll "accidentally" fall off the track if he thinks you’re getting genuinely frustrated.

𝓪/𝓷: i absolutely loved writing these headcanons! walker is such a sweetheart, and i feel like he’d be the most loyal boyfriend ever. 🎀✨

𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...

𝓑𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓟!

#fanfic #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #katseye #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #walker scobell #walker scobell imagines #walker scobell fluff #headcanon

could u do walker scobell x reader where they are dating and they are walking from the car into a building and there are tons of fans and one dude like reaches and grabs the reader in like a weird way and like holds onto her and causes a scene. Security has to step in and help and reader is freaking out so walker has to help her.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬🎀

The black SUV pulled up to the curb, and the sound of hundreds of fans screaming hit you like a physical wave. Inside the car, the atmosphere was a mix of nervous energy and excitement. Aryan was busy fixing his hair in the rearview mirror, Leah was double-checking her outfit, and Dior was cracking a joke to try and lighten the mood for you.

"You okay, [Y/N]?" Leah asked, reaching over to squeeze your hand. She noticed how tightly you were clutching your bag. "We’ll be right there with you the whole time."

"Yeah, don't worry," Dior added with a bright smile. "If anyone gets too close, Aryan will just look at them with his 'scary actor' face."

"Hey! I can be very intimidating," Aryan countered, though his playful grin betrayed him.

Walker, sitting right beside you, didn't join in the teasing. His hand was already firmly laced with yours, his thumb tracing soothing circles over your knuckles. "Just look at me," he whispered, his eyes soft and focused only on you. "Stay tucked into my side. We’re going to move fast."

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓸𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 🎀

The door opened, and the world turned into a strobe-lit blur of camera flashes and deafening cheers. Security formed a tight perimeter, but the crowd was surging forward. Aryan and Dior stepped out first, followed by Leah, all of them waving and smiling for the cameras as they created a small path.

Walker stepped out next, pulling you with him. He immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, shielding you as much as possible. You tried to keep your head up, but the sheer volume of the fans and the way they were leaning over the metal barricades felt overwhelming.

"Walker! Walker, look over here!" "Is that his girlfriend?!"

Everything happened in a split second. A section of the barrier groaned under the weight of the crowd, and a gap opened up just as you were passing. A man lunged forward, his hand snapping out like a trap. He didn't just want a high-five; he grabbed your upper arm with a bruising grip and yanked you toward him, refusing to let go.

"You're so much prettier in person!" he yelled, his face inches from yours as he tried to pull you out of Walker’s grasp.

Panic surged through you, sharp and cold. "Stop! Let go!" you cried out, your voice barely audible over the roar. You felt yourself being pulled away, your feet stumbling as the man's hold tightened.

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 🎀

Walker felt your body jerk away from him. He spun around, his expression shifting from a polite smile to pure, unadulterated fury in a heartbeat.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Walker roared. He didn't just pull you back; he stepped between you and the man, his body a solid wall of protection.

Aryan and Dior, hearing the commotion, turned back immediately. Aryan’s playful demeanor vanished, and he moved to help security push the barrier back, his face set in a stern line. Dior and Leah rushed to your other side, Leah immediately putting an arm around you to help steady your shaking frame.

"Back off!" Dior snapped at the man as security finally tackled the stranger’s arms away from you and shoved him back into the crowd.

Walker didn't wait to see what happened to the guy. He tucked your head under his chin, his large hand cupping the back of your head, shielding your eyes from the aggressive camera flashes that were still going off.

"I've got you, baby. I've got you," he whispered into your hair, his voice low and vibrating with protective energy. "Keep moving. Almost there."

🎀 𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶 🎀

The moment you crossed the threshold into the building, the noise died down to a muffled hum. Walker didn't let go of you, leading you straight past the check-in desk to a private hallway.

Leah was right behind you, her face pale with worry. "Are you okay? [Y/N], look at me."

You were trembling so hard you could barely stand. Walker pulled back just enough to look at your face, his hands moving to your arm where the man had grabbed you. Red finger marks were already starting to bloom on your skin. His jaw tightened so hard you thought his teeth might crack.

"Security has him," Aryan said, placing a steadying hand on Walker's shoulder. "He’s being removed and the police are coming. Focus on her."

Dior handed you a bottle of water, her usual bubbly energy replaced by a quiet, fierce support. "Take a sip. You're safe now. We’re all right here."

Walker took the water from her and held it to your lips, his hands finally softening. He spent the next ten minutes just holding you, letting you breathe in his scent until the world stopped spinning. He didn't care about the premiere in that moment, you were the only thing that mattered.

The elevator doors chimed softly as they opened onto the penthouse floor of the hotel. The chaotic noise of the premiere was finally a world away. Walker didn't let go of your hand for a single second, his grip firm but grounding as he led the group down the hallway toward the suite.

Aryan, Leah, and Dior followed closely behind, their usual high-energy banter replaced by a quiet, supportive presence. They knew the "after-party" tonight wasn't going to be about loud music or networking it was about making sure you felt okay.

🎀 𝓒𝓸𝔃𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓼 🎀

As soon as the suite door clicked shut, Walker let out a breath he seemed to have been holding since the red carpet. He turned to you, his hands immediately finding your waist. "First things first. Heels off, sweatpants on. I'll get the snacks."

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶: Within ten minutes, the group had traded their designer outfits for oversized hoodies and pajama pants. You were swimming in one of Walker’s softest grey sweatshirts, the scent of his cologne finally helping the last of the panic fade.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭: Dior and Leah took over the kitchen, ordering an aggressive amount of room service. We're talking mountains of fries, sliders, and every flavor of soda the hotel offered.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽: Aryan was on "distraction duty," putting on a terrible reality TV show and roasting every single contestant to make you laugh.

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓭 𝓗𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 🎀

You were curled up on the massive sectional sofa, sandwiched between Leah and Walker. Dior was sitting on the floor by your feet, leaning against the coffee table.

"You know," Dior said, looking up at you with a gentle smile, "you handled that like a total pro. I would have probably fainted on the spot."

"For real," Leah added, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "And don't worry about the internet. Our teams are already on it, scrubbin' any weird photos. Only the cute ones are staying up."

Aryan looked over from the TV, his expression softening. "We’ve all got each other's backs. That's the rule. No one messes with the family."

🎀 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻’𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 🎀

Eventually, the group started to drift off. Leah and Dior were sharing the guest bed, and Aryan had claimed the recliner. The suite was quiet, the only light coming from the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Walker pulled you closer, wrapping a plush blanket around both of you. He rested his chin on the top of your head, his arms acting as a protective barrier against the rest of the world.

"I'm never letting go of you like that again," he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "I mean it, [Y/N]. From now on, it’s 100% security and 100% me right next to you."

"I know," you murmured, finally feeling the heaviness of the day lift. "I felt safe because you were there."

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Always. I'll always be there."

𝓪/𝓷: there is nothing better than a cozy hotel hangouts with the best friends! i hope this helped give the story the happy ending it deserved! 🎀✨

𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...

𝓑𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓟!

#fanfic #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #katseye #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell #walker scobell imagines #aryan simhadri #dior goodjohn #leah sava jeffries

In honor of walker getting his license could you do some late night drives with walker x female reader!

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓓𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮 🎀

The golden hour had long since faded, leaving behind a sky stained in deep indigos and velvet purples. The heat of the day remained, a heavy but comforting blanket that made the air smell like sun-baked asphalt and distant ocean salt. In the driveway, a brand-new set of keys jingleda sound that, to Walker, was more melodic than any song on the radio.

"I still can't believe they actually gave you a license," you teased, stepping onto the porch. You were dressed in your favorite oversized vintage tee, your hair pulled back with a cute silk bow that fluttered in the light breeze.

Walker stood by the driver's side door, his chest puffed out just a little too much, a triumphant grin plastered on his face. "Believe it, [Y/N]. You are looking at the newest, most talented driver on the road. Now, hop in. We have places to be."

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓼 🎀

As you settled into the passenger seat, the smell of 'new car' mixed with Walker’s familiar cologne. He adjusted his mirrors with meticulous care—partly because he was a new driver, and partly because he wanted to impress you with how "responsible" he was being.

He shifted the car into gear, and with a slight jerk that made you both giggle, you were off. The neighborhood was quiet, the houses glowing with the soft light of television screens and porch lamps.

"Where are we going, Captain?" you asked, leaning your head back and watching the silhouettes of palm trees pass by.

"Everywhere," he replied, his eyes focused intently on the road. "But first, we need the perfect soundtrack."

You reached for the Bluetooth, and soon the car was filled with the sounds of hazy indie-pop and nostalgic 80s hits. The bass thrummed through the floorboards, matching the upbeat rhythm of your heart.

🎀 𝓝𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 & 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓴𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 🎀

The drive took you toward the coast, where the small-town vibes gave way to the neon glow of the boardwalk. Even from the road, you could see the distant glimmer of the Ferris wheel.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓹: A 24-hour retro diner sitting right on the edge of the sand.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻: One massive strawberry milkshake with two straws and a side of fries that were definitely too salty.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽: Sitting in the car in the parking lot, the windows rolled all the way down. You talked about everything and nothing his upcoming projects, your shared dreams for the rest of summer, and how many times he practiced his parallel parking in secret.

"I actually hit a trash can once," he confessed, dipping a fry into the shake. "But don't tell my parents. I've perfected it now."

"Your secret is safe with me," you laughed, reaching over to wipe a stray bit of whipped cream from the corner of his mouth. He froze for a second, his eyes softening as he looked at you, the neon pink sign of the diner reflecting in his curls.

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 🎀

After the diner, the drive became more aimless. Walker navigated the winding coastal roads with more confidence now, one hand on the wheel and the other reaching across the console to find yours.

The air was cooler here, the salt spray misting through the windows. You passed dark stretches of beach where the only light came from the white foam of the waves crashing against the shore.

"There's something about the world at 2 AM," Walker whispered, almost as if he didn't want to break the spell. "It feels like we're the only two people left in it."

You squeezed his hand, feeling that rare, perfect contentment that only comes in the middle of a July night. No scripts to memorize, no fans hovering nearby just a boy, a girl, and a full tank of gas.

🎀 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 🎀

By the time you turned back into your neighborhood, the first hints of a pre-dawn grey were touching the horizon. The energy in the car had shifted from high-speed excitement to a sleepy, comfortable hum.

Walker pulled up to the curb in front of your house, turning off the engine. The silence that followed was heavy and sweet.

"So," he said, turning in his seat to face you. "Rate my driving. Out of ten."

"Well," you hummed, pretending to think hard. "No one died, the music was ten out of ten, and the company... the company was pretty okay."

He laughed, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. "Just 'pretty okay'?"

"Fine," you whispered, catching the scent of summer on his skin. "It was perfect."

𝓪/𝓷: i hope this felt like a long, breezy night drive! i could honestly write about walker being a dorky new driver for hours. hope you enjoyed the vibes!! 🎀✨

𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹...

𝓑𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓔𝓟

#fanfic #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #katseye #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #walker scobell #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines

in honor of New Year’s can I request a Walker x reader new years kiss in someway? It can be anything really <3

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE

The energy in the Vancouver rental was electric, far louder than any quest-related chaos you’d dealt with on set. Music was thumping through the living room, and the kitchen was a designated "snack zone" that Charlie and Daniel were currently defending with their lives.

"If anyone touches the sliders before midnight, they’re banned from the next season," Daniel joked, brandishing a spatula like a sword while Charlie nodded solemnly beside him, already mid-bite into a chip.

Aryan was across the room, trying to teach Leah a very specific, very complicated dance move he’d seen on social media, while Dior sat on the sofa, filming the whole thing and laughing so hard she could barely keep the phone steady.

The Pre-Countdown Chaos

Walker was sitting next to you on the floor, leaning against the base of the couch. Every few minutes, he’d lean over to whisper a joke about the sheer volume of the music or how Leah was definitely going to beat Aryan at his own game.

"You're awfully quiet," he murmured, his shoulder bumping yours. He wasn't wearing his costume or the wig just a comfortable hoodie and that familiar, lopsided grin. "Getting tired of these guys already?"

"Never," you laughed, leaning your head against his. "Just taking it all in. It’s a lot different than being on set."

"Good different," he agreed, his hand finding yours on the carpet and giving it a squeeze.

The Final Minutes

As the clock ticked toward 11:55 PM, the group’s energy shifted from chaotic to focused. Charlie abandoned the sliders, and everyone piled onto the balcony and around the large windows overlooking the city.

"Five minutes, people! This is not a drill!" Leah shouted, grabbing Dior’s hand and dragging her toward the glass.

The city below was a sea of lights, and you could hear the distant roar of crowds gathering in the streets. Inside the room, the cast was a tangle of limbs and laughter. Aryan started a rhythmic clap that everyone eventually joined in on, the tempo speeding up as the seconds fell away.

"TEN! NINE! EIGHT!"

Walker didn't look at the clock. He stood up, pulling you with him until you were tucked into the small space between him and the wall, shielded from the boisterous cheering of the others.

"SEVEN! SIX! FIVE!"

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes searching yours. The neon city lights outside cast a soft glow across his face. "I'm really glad you're here."

"FOUR! THREE! TWO!"

"Me too, Walker," you whispered.

"ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The room erupted. Charlie and Daniel were jumping around, Dior and Leah were hugging, and Aryan was filming everything but for a second, the world narrowed down to just the two of you. Walker leaned in, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet, lingering kiss that felt like the perfect bridge between the year you'd just finished and the one that was just beginning.

When he pulled back, he was beaming, his forehead resting against yours.

"Best wrap-party of the year," he joked, his voice full of warmth.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Happy new years everyone and as always leave a msg after the beep*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

#fanfic #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #katseye #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #aryan simhadri #leah sava jeffries #walker scobell fluff #walker scobell imagines #dior goodjohn #daniel diemer #charlie bushnell

you are cranking out these stories your a blessing lol. Could you please do a walker scobell x female reader kinda angsty but ends in fluff where they were in a good relationship but then they break up. The fans notice in an interview that they look upset but like they clearly both still love each other. So then they get back together and it's like they both got there spark back!

Let Us Tell You

The silence following the "mutual" breakup of Hollywood’s favorite duo wasn't just quiet it was deafening. For the Percy Jackson and the Olympians cast and crew, the air on set had turned from electric to leaden. You and Walker had been the sun at the center of their solar system, and now that you were eclipsed, everyone was shivering.

The Anatomy of a Heartbreak

The first five pages of this story are written in the hollowed out spaces of your daily routine. It was the way you’d instinctively reach for his hand during a lighting change, only to find empty air. It was the way Walker would start to tell a joke, catch your eye, and then simply walk away, the punchline dying in his throat.

You broke up because you were young, terrified, and overwhelmed. The schedule was relentless, the fame was a tidal wave, and you both thought that by letting go, you were saving each other from drowning. Instead, you just found out how cold the water was alone.

The Interview: The Breaking Point

The press junket for the new season was a masterclass in suppressed agony. You sat at opposite ends of the semi-circle, with Leah and Aryan acting as a physical barrier. Usually, the four of you were a chaotic unit of laughter; today, it felt like a funeral.

"So," the interviewer started, leaning in with a predatory grin. "The fans have noticed the radio silence. The 'Walk[Y/N]' tags are flooded with theories. What’s the status of the world’s favorite demigod duo?"

The studio lights felt like interrogator lamps. You looked at your lap, your voice a ghost of itself. "We’re just... focusing on ourselves. Taking some space to grow independently."

Walker didn't even try to smile. He sat with his elbows on his knees, his knuckles white as he gripped his own hands. When the camera zoomed in, the entire world saw it: his eyes weren't just sad; they were haunted. Every time you spoke, he leaned in a fraction of an inch, as if your voice was the only thing keeping him grounded. The "space" you mentioned looked like a physical wound on his face.

The Viral Fallout

By the time you were back in the dressing room, Twitter was in a state of mourning.

@pjo_central: "Did you see his face when she said 'space'? He looks like he’s actually dying inside."

@walkerupdates: "He’s wearing the bracelet she made him under his watch. I’m sobbing. They still love each other, this is all wrong."

@leahfan: "Leah looks like she wants to cry just watching them. This isn't a breakup, it's a tragedy."

#fanfic #walker scobell x reader #percy jackson #katseye #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #pjo series #aryan simhadri #leah sava jeffries #walker scobell imagines #walker scobell fluff #angst with a happy ending #walker scobell #walker scobell angst

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