hi there could you do a walker Scobell x reader one with them at press tour but their in an established relationship
walker scobell x fem!reader
Warnings : pda, i think fluff???
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The hotel lobby is buzzing cameras flashing, voices overlapping but walker barely notices any of it.
Y/N shivers beside him arms tucked into the sleeves of her outfit without thinking walker slips off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders like it’s second nature.
a fan nearby whispers “did you see that?”
another snaps a picture.
Walker grins when Y/N looks up at him mock annoyed.
“What?” he says.
“You know exactly what” she reply tugging the jacket tighter.
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during an interview their chairs are placed just a little too far apart.
walker fixes that immediately dragging y/ns chair closer until their knees brush the interviewer is mid question when walker leans over and whispers something that makes Y/N laugh.
The gym was loud like always gloves thumped against bags, music blasted from someone’s phone, and coaches shouted across the room. Y/N was leaning up against the ropes half-listening to a guy who clearly didn’t know when to stop talking.
At first, she thought it was kind of funny.
He was one of those boxers everyone respected, connected, the type of person that could write her name on the stars. He kept complimenting her footwork, her speed, how natural she looked in the ring at first it was professional then it got… a little much he stood too close kept talking too long.
Y/N laughed awkwardly nodded, shifted her weight, checked her phone. She was trying to hint she needed to leave none of it worked.
across the gym, javon watched everything.
he told himself it was nothing. She was just being nice just being her but the longer it went on the tighter his chest felt. That’s when he realized he was jealous.
By the time they drove back to the Walton house y/n being completely oblivious to the growing tensions.
When they got to his room, the argument started immediately.
“So… what was that?” Javon asked.
Y/N laughed lightly as she put her gym bag down clearly not reading the room. “What was what?”
“That guy,” he said. “You were letting him flirt with you.”
She raised an eyebrow, smiling at first thinking it was a joke. “letting? be serious wanna.”
“I am serious,” he said. “You didn’t say anything.”
She shook her head, still amused by the situation. “wanna… he was just talking.”
But he kept pressing, and her amusement quickly disappeared.
“He was way too comfortable” he said. “And you just stood there.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I stood there because he’s important not because I liked it.”
“It didn’t look like that.”
“Javon,” she said firmly, finally using his full name, voice rising. “You’re acting crazy I was uncomfortable and you’re mad at me for being polite?!”
He froze.
“Yeah, Javon,” she said. “I was trying to get out of the conversation. I didn’t invite it, and you’re acting like it’s my fault!”
Javon didn’t respond. He just stared.
Y/N exhaled sharply, frustrated. “I can’t deal with this right now.” She grabbed her hoodie and stormed out, heading straight to Jayla’s room.
She flopped onto the bed.
Jayla looked up from her phone. “Whoa. What happened?”
Y/N groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “He’s being insane. That guy at the gym, the flirting, and your dumb brother he acts like I wanted it or did something wrong! I was just being polite. I tried to get out of the conversation, but I couldn’t because the guy’s important for my career and he blew up over it!”
jayla blinked, trying not to laugh. “my dumb brother, huh?”
“Exactly!” Y/N said, throwing her hands up. “I can’t even.” crossing her arms.
jayla smirked rolling her eyes. “classic javon overthinking everything.”
Y/N buried her face in the pillow again. “I just… I can’t deal with him sometimes.”
A little while later, there was a knock at the door.
jayla opened it to javon, who looked nervous, fidgeting like he’d been bracing for this conversation. “Can I talk to her?”
Jayla glanced at Y/N, then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll give you two a minute.” She stepped out, meeting Jaden in the hallway. “He’s in trouble,” she whispered.
Inside, Javon stayed near the bed.
“I… messed up,” he admitted quietly. “I got jealous. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
Y/N crossed her arms back again, still frustrated. “Yeah. You did.”
He swallowed and looked at her. “But… I love you. I just… I needed you to know that.”
Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “You—”
“I know the timing is terrible,” he said quickly. “I’m not asking for anything back. I just… needed you to hear it. Even if I messed up.”
She looked at him for a long moment. Slowly, she nodded. “Okay. I see you.” ᵃᵛᵃᵗᵃʳ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʷᶦⁿᵏ ʷᶦⁿᵏ
She finally released her arms so he could crawl in.
nothing was fixed instantly the fight was still in the air and the tension hadn’t disappeared. but it felt like they were on the same side again.
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Can you do a Javon Walton x reader where the reader is at one of javons matches
good luck kiss !!
Warnings : slight pda none else!!
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The arena was already loud the kind of loud that made your chest buzz music echoed off the walls people yelling from the bleachers the smell of sweat was sickening y/n stood near the edge of the crowd watching Javon warm up in the ring.
He looked ready.
But also… not?
The ref waved for him to come to the corner. Javon didn’t move.
Instead, he glanced toward the crowd once like he was looking for something or someone, then again.
Jayla standing next to Y/N, sighed. “He’s looking for you.”
Y/N blinked " Me? "
Sure enough Javon hopped down from the ring and walked straight over gloves already on he stopped in front of her bouncing lightly on his feet.
“You forgot something,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow. “I did?”
He nodded seriously, he used his covered hand to poke at his lip. “Yeah. I can’t start without it.”
She crossed her arms. “You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m being focused,” he said. “Big difference.”
The ref called his name again, louder this time.
Javon didn’t even turn around.
“Wanna” Y/N said, trying not to smile, “they’re literally waiting on you.”
“I know,” he said. “That’s why I’m here, dont wanna keep em waiting” Yet again poking his lip
She shook her head, amused. “You’re crazy.”
“Maybe,” he said. “But you know the rules.”
She stepped closer hands resting lightly against his arm and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. nothing extra.
Instantly, his shoulders relaxed.
“There we go,” he said, grinning. “Now I’m good.”
He jogged back to the ring like nothing happened hopping up onto the canvas just as the crowd started cheering again Y/N watched him bounce on his toes completely locked in now.
Jayla leaned over. “He really wouldn’t start without that, huh?”
Y/N smiled to herself. “Nope.”
The bell rang.
And this time he was ready.
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Walker Scobell x reader who is a sister of a cast member and has grown up with the cast
shes basically one of us
Warnings : friends to lovers, light teasingg, fluff???
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Y/N had always been there.
before the premieres.
before the press tours.
before anyone really understood how big the show would become.
if leah had rehearsal Y/N was in the corner doing homework.
if there were callbacks she was in the waiting room with snacks and a charger.
if the cast hung out she somehow already knew the plan.
she wasn’t officially part of the show.
but she was part of them.
and walker had known her almost as long as he’d known his lines.
flashbackk
at first she was just leah’s little sister.
the girl who’d steal fries off his plate.
the one who’d sit on the floor scrolling through her phone while they ran scenes.
the one who’d roast him when he messed up.
“was that acting,” she’d say sweetly “or did you actually forget the line again?”
he’d glare. “I’m building tension.”
“you’re building excuses.”
the rest of the cast would laugh.
and somehow walker always looked to see if she was laughing too.
she always was.
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it didn’t happen all at once.
it was small.
she started sitting next to him instead of across from him.
he started saving her a seat without realizing.
she’d nudge his shoulder before big scenes and whisper “you’ve got this.”
he’d text her first when something funny happened on set.
when he got nervous before a major shoot she was the one who noticed.
“you’re bouncing your leg,” she’d say quietly.
“I am not.”
“you are.”
she’d place her hand lightly over his knee to steady it.
and he’d stop.
every time.
it happened on a random afternoon during filming.
they were all crowded together waiting for the next setup Y/N was leaning against walker’s shoulder absentmindedly scrolling through her phone while he talked.
one of the crew members looked between them and smiled.
“so how long have you two been dating?”
silence.
Y/N sat up immediately.
Walker blinked.
“we’re not—”
“yeah, we’re just—”
they both stopped.
just what?
friends?
that didn’t explain the way his arm was still around her.
Or how neither of them had moved away.
across the room leah smirked. “took you guys long enough.”
“long enough for what?” Walker asked.
“for you to realize,” Aryan added casually.
Y/N’s cheeks warmed. “Realize what?”
“that you’ve basically been acting married for months,” Dior said.
Walker looked at Y/N.
and for the first time he really looked.
the way she fit beside him like it was natural.
the way she always knew when he needed reassurance.
the way he felt calmer when she was around.
oh.
“oh,” he said softly.
later that evening when the set had emptied out and the noise faded,they sat side by side on the edge of the stage.
“So,” Y/N said, staring at her shoes. “apparently we’re married.”
Walker huffed a laugh. “news to me.”
a pause.
“are we?” he asked quietly.
She looked up at him.
“I don’t know,” she admitted “I just know I don’t really want you to… not be like this with me.”
his heart did something weird and loud.
“I don’t either,” he said.
the air shifted — heavier, but softer.
“you’ve kind of always been my person,” she said. “even when you were annoying.”
“wow romantic.”
she nudged him with her shoulder. he nudged back.
but this time neither of them pulled away.
“so,” Walker said carefully, “what if we tried? Like… actually?”
Y/N studied him for a second.
Then she smiled.
“Okay.”
It wasn’t dramatic.
It wasn’t some big movie moment.
It was quiet. Real.
He reached for her hand.
She let him.
And when the cast saw them the next morning walking in together, fingers intertwined like it had always been that way, Leah just shook her head.
Percy is totally not jealous. Nope. Not at all. Just because some random Apollo camper was talking to you doesn’t mean he was sitting across the arena, gripping Riptide like it personally offended him. And just because he suddenly won’t stop calling you “babe” in front of everyone doesn’t mean he’s feeling threatened. Nope. Totally fine. (Spoiler: He is absolutely jealous.)
"Totally Not Jealous"
Paring : Percy x Reader
Percy was being so obvious.
Like, painfully obvious.
You had been talking to one of the Apollo kids about sword techniques for all of five minutes, and your boyfriend? Yeah. He was sitting across the training arena, aggressively sharpening Riptide like he was planning a murder.
Every few seconds, he would steal the most dramatic glance in your direction, his sea-green eyes slightly narrowed, jaw clenched, curls all messy from sparring—
Yeah. Seaweed Brain was jealous.
And oh boy, were you gonna have fun with this.
So, naturally, you turned up the laughter. Not in an obnoxious way—just enough so Percy definitely heard you.
From across the arena, there was a sharp shhhnk as he dragged his whetstone down Riptide’s blade way too hard.
You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.
Eventually, the Apollo camper walked off, and you casually made your way over to your boyfriend, who was suddenly acting way too focused on his sword.
"So," you said, crossing your arms. "You good?"
Percy blinked up at you, all fake innocence. "Me? Oh yeah, totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Mmm, I dunno. Maybe because you were glaring holes into that poor kid’s soul?"
Percy scoffed. "What? I wasn’t glaring. I was just… sharpening my sword. Like a normal person."
You glanced at Riptide. The blade was already perfectly sharp. "Percy. It’s literally glowing."
He cleared his throat. "For emphasis."
You smirked. "Seaweed Brain… are you jealous?"
Percy snorted. "Pfft. What? No. I don’t even know what that word means."
You hummed. "Oh? So if I go talk to that new Ares kid—"
Percy immediately tensed. "Why would you do that?"
Your smirk widened. "No reason."
Percy squinted. "Babe."
You ruffled his hair like he was an angry golden retriever. "Relax, Seaweed Brain. You know you’re my favorite demigod."
Percy huffed but definitely leaned into your touch. "Darn right I am."
You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "See? Totally not jealous."
Percy mumbled something under his breath before standing up, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Whatever. Let’s go, before another Apollo kid steals you away."
You rolled your eyes, laughing. "You’re ridiculous."
Percy grinned. "And yet… you still love me."
You sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."
"Hey!"
You just smirked as he dragged you off, totally not jealous.
.✦ ݁˖ acts like he doesn’t care but always notices when you change something small (hair, mood, the way you say hi)
.✦ ݁˖ 100% the “i’ll walk you home” type but pretends it’s just because he was “going that way anyway”
.✦ ݁˖ has one hoodie he wears constantly and refuses to admit it’s his favorite
.✦ ݁˖ terrible at texting back, but will randomly send you something that reminded him of you at 2am
.✦ ݁˖ doesn’t say much, but when he does it’s either really funny or weirdly comforting
.✦ ݁˖ lowkey soft, just heavily guarded about it
.✦ ݁˖ the kind of person who stands a little closer to you in crowded places without thinking
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
ｊａｖｏｎ ｗａｌｔｏｎ
.✦ ݁˖ has way too much energy but somehow still manages to stay focused when it matters
.✦ ݁˖ super competitive, even over the smallest things (like who walks faster or finishes food first)
.✦ ݁˖ hypes his friends up like crazy, especially before something important
.✦ ݁˖ lowkey goofy when he’s comfortable—like random jokes, impressions, or playful teasing
.✦ ݁˖ acts tough but is actually really thoughtful when it comes to people he cares about
.✦ ݁˖ probably sends voice messages instead of texting when he’s excited about something
.✦ ݁˖ big on loyalty—once you’re in his circle, he’s got your back no matter what
.✦ ݁˖ smiles/laughs a lot more around people he trusts
.✦ ݁˖ the kind of person who pushes you to do better but in a supportive way, not pressurealways down to try something new, especially if it’s active or challenging
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
ｂｏｔｈ
.✦ ݁˖ miguel is quiet love, javon is loud love—and you somehow get the perfect balance of both
.✦ ݁˖ javon is always hyping you up (“you got this!!”) while miguel just gives you that look like he already knows you’ll succeed
.✦ ݁˖ miguel shows affection in small ways (walking you home, remembering things), javon shows it openly (compliments, energy, attention)
.✦ ݁˖ javon will 100% pull you into something fun or chaotic, and miguel follows along just to make sure you’re okay
.✦ ݁˖ miguel stands close to you in silence, javon throws an arm around you without thinking
.✦ ݁˖ they both get protective, just in different ways—javon is more obvious, miguel is more watchful
.✦ ݁˖ javon teases you a lot, miguel just smirks in the background but lowkey agrees
.✦ ݁˖ late nights are either chaotic laughing (javon) or calm deep talks (miguel)… sometimes both
.✦ ݁˖ miguel remembers the little things about you, javon makes big moments out of them
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hiii cuties!! im back for the week, im gonna try to crack out as many stories i can do in this break i have but even in previous times that i promised more uploads i only do like 1 or 2... BUT this time is highkey riding on u guys to interact with my page and send requests bcs im experiencing what i THINK is writers block, anywhooo massive kiss on the forehead 💓!! xx
Can we get Walker Scobell x reader whose also black and identifies as female with reader being a ray of sunshine that everyone loves
golden hour girl !!
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Y/N had a way of making everything feel lighter.
Not in a loud, attention grabbing way.
Not in a look at me kind of way.
It was softer than that.
Warmer.
Like sunlight slipping through a window in the morning—gentle, steady, and impossible to ignore.
By the time filming really picked up, everyone knew her.
“Hey, Y/N!” from across the lot.
“Good morning, sunshine,” from makeup.
“Did you bring snacks again?” from crew.
She always did.
Granola bars, fruit snacks, little things “just in case.” And somehow, she always knew exactly who needed one.
People relaxed around her. Opened up to her. Smiled a little easier when she was near.
And Walker noticed it long before he realized he was noticing her.
“Is that mine?”
Walker’s voice comes from behind her as she sets two drinks down on the table.
Y/N doesn’t even turn around. “Depends. Are you going to say thank you this time?”
He steps beside her, already reaching for the cup. “I always say thank you.”
She raises an eyebrow.
He pauses. “…Eventually.”
She laughs, handing it to him anyway. “Extra caramel. Don’t act surprised.”
“I’m not surprised,” he says, taking a sip. “I’m impressed. It’s like you’ve memorized my entire existence.”
She grins. “Not your entire existence. Just the important parts.”
The comment lingers longer than it should.
Being around Y/N felt easy.
That was the dangerous part.
She’d nudge his shoulder before big scenes and whisper, “You’ve got this.”
She’d save him a seat without even thinking about it.
She’d remember things he mentioned once and bring them up weeks later like it mattered.
Like he mattered.
And maybe that’s when it started shifting.
People thought being like Y/N was effortless.
Always smiling.
Always kind.
Always there.
But Walker started noticing the in-between moments.
When the room got quiet and she wasn’t talking.
When her smile softened just slightly at the edges.
When she sat down for a second longer than usual, like she was recharging.
She never complained.
That’s what stood out.
It happens after a long day of filming.
The set is nearly empty now, lights dimmed, the energy finally settling into something quiet.
Y/N sits on the edge of the stage, shoulders slightly slumped, staring ahead.
Walker hesitates—then walks over.
“Hey, sunshine,” he says, softer than usual.
She looks up, surprised, then smiles automatically. “Hey.”
But it’s smaller.
He sits beside her, close enough to matter.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says.
“Do what?”
“The whole ‘I’m okay even when I’m tired’ thing.”
She blinks at him, caught off guard.
For a second, it looks like she might brush it off.
Then she exhales.
“…I just like making people happy,” she admits quietly.
“I know,” Walker says. “But who’s making you happy?”
She doesn’t answer.
So he does something simple.
He reaches over and takes her hand.
Her fingers curl around his instinctively.
“I can,” he says.
Her eyes lift to his.
And for once, she doesn’t joke. Doesn’t deflect.
She just… lets it happen.
After that, things don’t become louder.
They become intentional.
Walker starts bringing her snacks.
Saving her a seat.
Checking in with quiet, “You good?” moments when no one else notices the shift.
And when she smiles at him now, it’s softer.
Realer.
Like she doesn’t have to hold the whole world up by herself anymore.
The cast notices.
Of course they do.
They’re all crowded together during an interview when the question comes up:
“Who’s most likely to brighten everyone’s day?”
“Y/N,” Leah says instantly.
“All of us,” Aryan adds.
“Obviously,” Dior laughs.
Y/N groans, covering her face. “Oh my gosh, stop—”
But Walker doesn’t laugh.
He just looks at her.
And then, quieter—but somehow clearer than everyone else—
“She doesn’t just brighten it,” he says. “She makes it better.”
The room softens.
Y/N glances at him, caught off guard. “Walker…”
He shrugs, suddenly a little embarrassed. “Just saying the truth.”
Later, the sky melts into gold.
The kind of evening that feels slow and warm and calm.
They’re outside, away from the noise, sitting side by side.
Y/N leans lightly against his shoulder.
“Tired?” he asks.
“A little,” she admits.
He tilts his head toward hers. “You don’t have to be ‘on’ right now.”
“I know,” she says softly.
A pause.
“Thanks to you.”
Walker smiles, gently intertwining their fingers.
The sunlight catches her just right—soft, glowing, warm.
He lets out a quiet laugh.
“What?” she asks.
“You’re literally golden hour,” he says. “All the time.”
She nudges him. “That was so cheesy.”
“And you loved it.”
She smiles.
And this time, it isn’t for the crew.
Or the cast.
Or anyone watching.
It’s just for him.
And Walker thinks
yeah.
Sunshine looks a lot like her.
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hii guys im sooo back i havent had wifi for like the longest time so thats why i havent been posting but i secured some data for now before the 25th when i FINALLY get some wifi so yeah... enjoy!! massive kiss on the forehead 💓!!!
the cast is packed together on the couch phones propped up skittles in a random dish being passed around comments racing by faster than anyone can really process.
walker is relaxed half laughing at something charlie just said half leaning into the chaos of the live everything feels easy normal.
Y/N sits beside him smiling at the camera posture perfect.
until she glances down at the screen.
The comments aren’t all bad a lot of them are sweet supportive but the ones that sting… they sting fast.
they question her casting.
her place.
her right to be selina.
her smile twitches
then she laughs
it’s light the kind of laugh that comes out when you don’t want anyone to ask if you’re okay.
walker chuckles along without thinking.
Leah is scrolling now, reading comments aloud. “okay, this one says” She pauses, eyes narrowing slightly. “…never mind.”
She scrolls past it quickly.
aryan glances at her confused but doesn’t press.
Y/N sets her phone down carefully stands up with a small smile. “i’ll be right back.”
no one questions it
the live continues
a few minutes pass.
dior looks around. “wait… Y/N’s been gone for a while, hasn’t she?”
charlie laughs. “what if she’s back there giving birth or something?”
everyone laughs.
walker laughs too.
then it hits him.
She has been gone a while.
his smile fades as he looks at the empty space beside him then down the hallway.
Leah clears her throat. “walker… maybe you should check on her.”
“yeah,” he says, already standing. “yeah. I’ll be right back.”
he slips out of frame the noise of the live fading behind him.
the hallway feels too quiet.
walker knocks softly. “Y/N?”
no answer.
he opens the door.
she’s sitting on a bed shoulders curled inward hands covering her face her breathing is uneven.
crying.
“oh,” Walker breathes guilt crashing into him all at once. “hey… hey.”
she looks up eyes red cheeks wet.
that laugh from earlier replays in his head and suddenly it makes sense.
“I didn’t want to ruin it,” she whispers. “everyone was having fun and then I saw the comments and I just—”
her voice breaks.
“they hate me walker” she says the words tumbling out as she stands and presses herself into his chest “they hate me. they don’t even see selina. they just see someone they don’t want.”
Walker wraps his arms around her instantly holding her tight like it’s instinct.
“no,” he says firmly, one hand steady at her back. “no, they don’t.”
She shakes her head against him. “I tried to laugh it off I really did.”
“I know,” he says quietly. “and I’m so sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”
her fingers clutch at his hoodie as she cries the hurt finally spilling out now that she’s not alone.
“they don’t get to decide who you are” Walker continues softly. “they don’t know you. they don’t know how hard you worked and they definitely don’t get to decide who plays selina.”
She pulls back just enough to look at him. “you really think I belong here?”
Walker doesn’t hesitate.
“I know you do,” he says. “you earned that role everyone in that room knew it I knew it.”
Her breathing slowly steadies.
He rests his forehead lightly against hers.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “always. "
For the first time since she left the room Y/N feels like she can breathe.
and when walker finally leads her back toward the noise and he doesn’t let go of her hand.
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whys this one a lil sad i feel like this one was very important to show what the damages on online bulling can do despite what u see online.., tysm anonie for this request idk if this is exactly what u wanted but this is what was in my head so yeah, how do we like all these stories am posting bcs my phone has been blowing uppp and its making me extremely happy people enjoy what I do ive been really trying to get out stories after school and working on them during lunch break😛!! anyways happy black history to all my fellow pocs massive kiss on the forehead 💓!!!
