walker scobell x female reader where it's like a series of different interviews where Walker just constantly finds any chance to bring up his girlfriend and the rest of the cast finds it funny and teases him
cupid’s chokehold | walker
walker scobell x fem reader!
i. puppy love
walker sat in the center of leah and aryan playing with the puppy’s for today interview. the first question, a simple one. what’s your favorite behind the scenes memory from filming season two of percy jackson. aryan answered first, then walker
“probably when, my girlfriend came to visit set, and she got all of us chick fil a. like it was out of nowhere.” he smiled
“oh yeah i remember that. she suprised us in canada, and she got me legos too” leah recalled
“i think she might like you guys more than me, cause she also got aryan this book thingy. it’s okay though because i’m going over to her house later, gotta shower before though.y girlfriend hates the smell of dogs”
“really?”
“yeah that’s why she doesn’t let them get near her face. the smell is nasty to her”
“but she lets you near her face all the time?” leah joked
“boo. next question.
ii. front of my memory
walker preferred podcast style interviews. he liked that they were more relaxed. he sat in the room, filming a new episode of the zach sang show.
they were talking. something about how walker does his lines. memorizing them, tips and tricks, his favorite lines. everything of the sort.
“what i’ve realized, it works the best for me, is like keeping it in you subconscious, because if it’s in the front of your mind, all you’re thinking about is your next line but you can tell when someone is scared that they’re going to forget the line, so i try to think of something else, like i’ll think about something with my girlfriend and—”
“wait, hold on walker you have a girlfriend?” zach asked
“wait you didn’t know? that means i don’t talk about her enough. my new years resolution is going to be to talk about her all the time. i love my girlfriend” walker cheesed
“does she help you with lines?”
“yeah man, all the time. she actually bullies me when i get them wrong, so i guess that helps too”
iii. everywhere i go i keep a picture in my wallet like you
walker and aryan sat across from each other in the red room at entertainment weekly, getting ready for a self interview—game, where they answer prompts and the other tris to guess if it’s the truth or a lie.
it was now walker’s turn, and he read his prompt. “what is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?” he scowled at the question giving an awkward exhale
“i can’t tell if this is going to be really bad, or if you’re just a really good actor” aryan smiled
“trust me it’s bad. okay so there was this one time i was at the beach with my girlfriend and her friends, and one of them had a polaroid and took a picture of us after she got out the water.” he blushed in embarrassment “and she was sitting on my lap, and i kissed her shoulder in the picture, and i keep it in my wallet. so one time, i was at her house, and i went to the kitchen to get snacks, and i accidentally bumped into her dad, and my wallet dropped and the picture fell out”
“oh no”
“yeah! her dad picked it up, and looked at the pic and went ‘interesting’ and gave it back. i got so scared and then when i came back out her room for dinner, her dad kept giving me these real scary looks. it was bad” he finished
“honestly. i think you’re lying. cause i have seen that photo, but i’ve also met her dad and he seems chill” arya deduced “so yeah. lie”
“nope” walked popped the p.
“no way!”
“way. i was so scared because i thought he would’ve been really mad but it’s chill. her dad loves me”
“that’s a sign”
iv. who’s most likely 
“who’s most likely to run late” the interviewer asked, and leah, aryan, and walker immediately called charlie. it was their fault that he’s not the greatest at time management.
“i’d say charlie first, then honestly walker” leah said “not in a mean way, but sometimes, he’d be like in his trailer, mind you he was suppressed to be on set like twenty minutes ago, then when you check he’s there talking to his girlfriend.”
“oh yeah!” aryan recalls “one time we needed him for a scene and everyone is panicking like oh no where’s walker then we find him in the trailer watching on my block with his girlfriend. it was so funny cause didn’t even realise the time”
“God forbid a guy likes his girlfriend and misses her sometimes” walker shrugged, ignoring their friendly teases.
v. i miss my girl
this was a clip that so many fans loved, it was an interview with leah, dior and aryan.
“what are some things that happen a lot on set?” the interviewer asks
“rick telling us to stop laughing so loudly” dior answered immediately, laughs everywhere
“oh us ordering food, and then forgetting we ordered it, and ordering more food” aryan said “it happened like three tins so far. we get hungry order food. then forget we ordered food, and order more. one time both drivers came at the same time and we looked like total big backs”
“oh walker’s vocal stims” leah jumps up
“but like jus the girlfriend ones” aryan adds “at least ten times a day, we have to hear him complaining about his girlfriend”
“i miss my girlfriend, should i call my girlfriend, my girlfriend is coming to visit set later, i want to go to my girlfriend’s place” leah mimics “he talks about her all the time too. i don’t think she knows how much we know about her because walker talks about her so much”
“it’s so cute, but like we hear it every single day. makes me feel single” dior said laughing
vi. big beauty, big brain
brasil was a beautiful country, and the cast of percy jackson season two loved the hustle and bustle of all the crowds, and the love from the fans was the best part.
they all sat on a panel, watching as fans watched them back, calling questions for them to answer, with the help of a few external panelists.
“what do you guys think of brasil so far?” one fan asked.
the cast answered the question truthfully, each getting a chance to give their piece one by one moving across the stage. last was walker, who already had his answer ready
“i love brasil. i love the people, the fans, the views are stunning and the food is great. the only thing though, i don’t speak portuguese that well, so the language barrier is kind of tough. my girlfriend can speak portuguese, so i’ve been facetiming her most nights to learn some stuff. she’s really smart.” he smiled ear to ear, always excited to have a random opportunity to talk about his favorite person.
you should do that one trend “Seeing how long it’ll take him to melt into my kiss” on Walker Scobell
melt into you | walker scobell
walker scobell x fem!reader
NOTE : whoever gave this prompt, please know that i love you so much
at least once a week, once both your schedules were cleared you and walker ended up in one of your rooms.
an unplanned tradition, if you will. once you’re both free, on a random day, one of you would go over to the other’s house, hang out, eat, watch a movie or anything you feel like. this was separate from your usual dates. just you guys hanging out like regular kids.
today, walker’s house was the victim of the “tradition”. you laid comfortably under the pile of blankets and stuffed animals he’s gotten you over the course of your relationship, scrolling tiktok, as he played minecraft with some friends.
eventually, he turned off the game and went downstairs to get some water. in that time you decided you wanted to try this adorable trend you saw on him.
when walker came back, you were standing by his desk, phone propped on a pile of textbooks that were slowly collecting dust. “what are you doing?” he asked curiously
“i wanna do this tiktok trend” you smiled
“oh gosh, is this gonna be the one where you trip me. aryan already showed me that one” he said
“nonono. i’m not gonna hurt you i promise. just put your arms out to the side” you instructed him, and he obeyed, only to immediately put them back down
“no! you’re going to tickle me!” he became defensive, causing you to laugh “dude, i swear i will not tickle you, or trip you, or harm you”
“promise?”
“yes” you answered, and he slowly lifted his hands back up, patiently awaiting your next move. “okay close your eyes now” you told him, and he did sad you requested
“i am so scared right now” he started, “we’re your fingers crossed—”
he was cut off by your plush lips gently resting on his, you hands slowly snaking around his neck. for a split his eyes opened in shock, but like it was second nature, they closed right away, his arms dropping around your waist, melting into the kiss.
literally.
you could feel his muscles softening the moment he felt your lips on his. his right hand stayed from on your waist, his left moving to hold your neck in place, lips still moving in sync.
eventually, you both began to run out of air, slowly pulling away. walker pulled your chin to give you one last peck, and opening his eyes watching as you smiled like a child on a sugar rush.
“sorry, that was nice. okay let me get back into position” he smiled, putting his arms back out to his sides. “do your trend now.”
you began to laugh, and he opened his eyes in confusion, dropping his hands “walker, that was the trend”
“oh” he flatly replied, “well i think you got the angle wrong. i call for a reshoot” he smiled, putting his hands in the same position as before, and closing his eyes.
“fat chance” you retorted, going to stop the recording, hitting the red post button and leaving the phone on the desk.
“that’s not fair” he argued
“how is that not fair?” you querried
“because you’re denying the love of your life kisses” he answered, picking you up and basically throwing you on his bed, peppering your face with kisses everywhere.
“cmon let me have this one thing.” he practically begged
“fine. only cause you’re cute” you told him, and he took that as the opportunity to kiss you again
“what flavor chapstick is that? pineapple?”
“strawberry”
“gosh. did you know that’s literally my favorite fruit ever?” he feigned shock “yeah?”
i love the fic you wrote with walker and the kissing trend!! id love to see one with that trend where the guy picks up his gf with one hand, the one with all night by beyonce. hope you know what Im talking abt 😭
big strong guy | walker scobell
walker scobell x fem reader
“please” you begged for walker the billionth time.
there was this adorable trend on tiktok where a couple walks next to each other, then the guy lifts the girl. you have been trying to convince walker to film it together.
it got to the point where you even convinced leena, momona and leah to pressure him. thankfully the peer pressure cracked him and he eventually gave in.
“fine” he said simply, and you were basically over the moon. very rarely did he agree to be in your tiktoks when you’re doing a corny trend, so this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
something had to have been the thing that convinced him to agree to this. maybe it was the begs from his sister and friends, or how you’d bully him and say he’s just weak and that’s what he’s scared of.
but you got that yes, and you weren’t going to let this opportunity escape you.
your blue homecoming dress matched perfectly with his black suit and color coordinated tie that night. you figured that tonight was a good time to film the tiktok.
“walker william scobell i swear if you drop me i will end you” you play fully threaten, searching for the sound on your phone
“psshh, as if you can do that. i’m like a mountain. i can’t be moved” he joked “hurry before i change my mind babe”
“back out your promise and i’m dumping you” you say very seriously “okay i’m sorry darling”
eventually, you finally found it, and handed your phone to one of his friends to film.
you slipped your pinky out, the signs you two had that you wanted to hold the others hand, and once the sound began, you started to walk forwards through the empty crumbl parking lot.
when you heard beyoncé say “sweet love” you let go of walkers hand, and he bent ever so slightly to get a good grip on your lower thigh, effortlessly lifting you up with one hand, placing a kiss on your forehead as he lifted you.
instinctively, you wrapped a hand around his neck, resting the other against his chest. when the audio finished, walker still kept you in his arms, walking over to his friend to check the video.
“is that good or do we have to refilm?” he asked you
“no this one is actually really cute” you answered “okay can you put me down now?”
“no you’re fine up here” he smugly smiled “you think i build these muscles for show?” he questioned.
you couldn’t argue with that logic. with all the work he’s been doing in the gym, it’s no shocker that he’s so easily holding you up. his arms didn’t even look like they were under pressure to keep you elevated. it was like you were meant to be in his arms.
still holding you in just one hand, he went back over to you friend group “okay guys so crumbl or wingstop?”
the consensus? both. and you made sure that walker didn’t hear the end of it.
“can’t believe you’re getting both”
“hey i gotta keep being a big strong guy for you” he smirked, placing a quick peck on your nose.
spring break meant that you were home with nothing to do, but watch tiktok and annoy your boyfriend. usually, the former played a large role in the success of the latter.
in every moment of your spare time together, walker found himself in front of your phone camera. whether it was participating in some stupid dance challenge, or playing those weird filter games. you loved them, and therefore he loved doing them with you.
you laid in his couch, scrolling aimlessly on the app, while he was buzzing around the kitchen trying to make a grilled cheese for you both to snack on, when you stumbled upon the video.
a girl was standing with her boyfriend, and introduced him as a friend, and his facial expression was amazing. then it hit you, walker was right there. and while you did consider him a best friend, you knew that he'd likely not appreciate it. so you hid the smirk that was trying to sneak on your face and walked over to the island where he was.
"i'm almost done" he preempted, flipping the sandwich on the pan.
you flipped your phone camera to selfie mode, and rested it on the counter. "hey guys, so today i'm here with my friend walker and hes making grilled cheese so—"
"friend?" walker interjected loudly, dropping the spatula dramatically
"what?" you feigned ignorance
"i'm not your friend" he scoffed, picking the tool back up, "start it over" you you laughed softly at his reaction. you reached and pretended to delete the previous clip, placing the phone back down and restarting her words.
"hey guys, so today i'm with my best friend wal—" "stop!" he interrupted you, reaching forward to turn your face to meet his. "why are you doing that?"
"stop what?"
"saying i'm your friend" he whined, a slight pout on his face, seeming not to care that the video was still continuing. "yeah but then i changed to best friend"
"but i, walker william scobell am your boyfriend, not best friend" "you're my best friend too"
"yeah but i'm your boyfriend first" he whined, playfully shaking your shoulders like you'd gone mad, and he was trying to bring you back to normal. "say it properly please, or you're starving"
you laughed at his dramatic antics, and laughed even more once you felt his blond curls on your face, and his arms around your waist, as you set the camera up to take the third clip. even if you didn't want to say who he was, he was determined the viewers would see who he was. no best friend was holding you like that; that's for sure.
"hey guys, so today i am with walker" "her boyfriend!" "my loving boyfriend, and he's making grilled cheese so let's taste test" you finished, reaching to pause the video
"better?" you chirped
walker placed a series of kisses along your cheeks, forehead and lips "much better"
(slight angst. just testing my writing skills out lol)
walker has barely spoken on set since it happened. everyone could tell he wasn't his usual self. aside from the lines he was being paid to say, all anyone could muster out of him was a simple "yes", "no", "uhuh", "sure" and "okay".
it was like he physically wasn't able to speak. often the rest of the cast just pass and see him sitting staring at the lock screen of you two he just couldn't bring himself to change, or scrolling through the instagram posts and stories he refused to change. sometimes he'd even rewear hoodies that you'd given back to sleep, because he didn't want to forget your smell.
he didn't even know what he was upset for.
he was the one that broke up with you. he was the one that said having a public girlfriend was too much stress at this age. he was the one that made all these suggestions. you wanted to work on whatever bit of the relationship you had left, but you wouldn't blame him. at this age, this was too much stress to deal with, but at least when you were together, you'd deal with it as a team.
every now and then, he'd have some really big news to share, but remembered he couldn't because you weren't there. he was the one to push you away.
when walker would play his games, he would sometimes reminisce on your voice begging him to pay attention to you for a second, or pass a snack, or let you play with him. his avatar has been offline for a while now.
you loved shopping, and walker hated when you forced him to go. now sometimes he forces leah and dior to go to the mall with him, picking up items that he knew you liked, secretly hoping that eventually, you'd come back, even if it wasn't your fault you broke up.
walker even still remembers the cracks in your voice when he said you guys should take a break. it replays in his head every second. "are you sure this is what you want?" "yes, im sorry" "okay. i only want whats best for you walker. love you" was the last thing you said to him, trying so hard to hide your tears from his piercing eyes. he often cried about it at night, ruffling his dirty blond hair, wishing it were your hands, regretting every word, every decision, everything that lead him to this position he was in.
just a few words spiraled him into this state. whatever it was. not really a depression, more so a numbness. all he wanted was to be with you again. in your arms, or in your room, or wherever you were.
his whole family saw the difference. sees it even. everyday he gets more and more miserable reminiscing on who you could've been.
the first time leena saw walker cry since he was like eight, was when she barged into his room, alerting him dinner was ready. he was laying in his dark bed, muffling sobs with pillows, the only light source being his phone screen.
on it was a picture of you and two of your girlfriends at prom, the same prom you and walker were supposed to go to together. you were wearing the same dress he helped you pick. the same dress you forced him to get the matching tie for.
the picture was zoomed into your finger, adorned with nothing but a singular darry ring. the one he got you for your birthday. you promised that you'd never take it off. walker knew it could only be purchased once. he knew that you were the only girl he'd ever get something like that for
"it has to be a sign right lee? i mean, that was special between us. i know that's more than a ring for her" he said, through barely hidden coughs
"walker. maybe it just matched her necklace. c'mon you were the one that wanted time to think" she reasoned
"well i've thought" he cracked, pulling his sister closer, getting that night's tears out the way. the alfredo was cold when he finally regained an appetite.
occasionally, he'd also stare at your profile picture. it was a change from the previous funny selfie of you two, but it was a picture he'd taken of you at the aquarium. this was another sign. he looked for signs in everything. anything that gave him even the slightest idea you were in nearly as much pain as he was.
you were.
you hid it a bit better than he did, but that last hug you shared, was the best and worst experience of your life.
you changed your wallpaper from walker and you at the beach to a pretty sunset. you changed your profile picture to your face only. archived all the posts. returned the hoodies, save for a gag one that he got you for your birthday, adorned with his face spread across the back. the only thing you physically couldn't let go of was that ring.
that little ring was the last bit of hope you could hold onto.
that you'd eventually get a message. i miss you ,i'm sorry. something.
when prom season rolled around, you decided to go with your best friends, instead of just picking one of the random guys that asked you out when they found out you were single again. it was no use. he was the only one you'd want to go anywhere with.
on your secret account, you scroll through edits, or look at ship edits of you two of when you were still together. everything you wanted was on that screen. you wanted him. he was all you ever wanted.
space was a really big word. but if he wanted it, you'd give it to him. all you wanted was for him to be happy. and if you not being there was what he needed, well, you'd give it to him.
you just wished it didn't come with all the tears, and melancholy that came with it. you kept telling yourself that he was just a boy.
Hiiii!!! This is prob so random… but can you write something about fem!reader plucking walkers eyebrows?? with him just complaining the whole time (lol) and him not wanting to do it but just sits there anyway
(like I said random asf but omg istg every single time there’s a picture of him all I can focus on is his damn eyebrows and how badly I want to get pluck them 😭)
treat yo' self | walker scobell
walker scobell x fem!reader
"babe, stop moving so much" you reprimanded walker, the fourth time in the last ten minutes.
"it hurts" he complained, the seventh time in the last ten minutes
"beauty is pain my love. your brows are going to look on fleek" "fleek? no one still says that" "i do walker. i do"
you smile at his scowling expression, climbing off his lap to get the thread. once a month, you make a point of having a mini glow up, just doing some little things that don't make much of a difference to anyone but you.
this night however, walker was sleeping over, and made the terrible mistake of asking to have a face mask put on him. the singular face mask somehow turned into a nose strip, lip scrub, cuticle cleansing, derma-planing and now the bane of his existence, eyebrow plucking.
since you finished yours and sat yourself down to do his, walker's vocabulary has consisted of "ouch", "babe that hurts!" ,"can we stop", "do you do this every month?" and "please do it softer"
"hold on, what thread?" he asked, fear evident in his voice
"i have a few more big hairs to pluck, then i have to thread the small ones love. takes a second"
walker's face morphed into one of pure fear, and you couldn't hold back your childish laughter "this cannot be my boyfriend who swears down he can handle anything"
"no i can, it's just, i like my eyebrows babe. do we really—" "yes"
"ughh" he groaned
"you were the one who stopped playing fortnite, barged in here, and begged me to do my stuff on you" you giggled
"yeah, cause i thought we were going to do something cute not painful" he complained once again
"beauty is pain walk" "you said that alrea— ow!" he squealed as you pulled the last hair straight from his over eye area. you told him to stop being dramatic once again. of course you knew the pain he was in, you were in it right before he volunteered for it, but damn were his expressions of discomfort hilarious
once you were pleased with the work of the tweezer, you went for the roll of string, and began to twist it around your fingers, in preparation to do the final touches on your boyfriends's new and improved eyebrows
when he saw the thread however, he got scared.
walker picked you up from in front of him, forcing you both to stand.
"this entire half of my face still hurts from that, and you want to torture me more?" he inquired
"its not going to hurt" you tried "you said that ten hairs ago babe"
"i promise it wont"
"thats why my forehead isn't pink right?" he retorted
"if you let me do it. i will let you pick whatever movie we are watching for a month" you tried
"if you don't do it, i'll let you do whatever you want to my hair"
"if you let me do it, i'll give you back all your hoodies" you offered again
"if you don't, i will go buy more hoodies for you to steal"
you looked at his eyes closely after that one. that was an offer you can't really resist. internally, you carefully weighed your options between two things that would bring you immense joy, "and i'll get you the squishmallow you want"
"deal."
"yes" he air scored
"but in addition, you need to let me do my skincare routine on you whenever i want" walker looked at you contemplating. he hated sitting still for all your nightly steps, but at this point he was willing to do anything to get your attention away from his eyebrows
"fine" you jumped in excitement at his answer giving him a quick peck, thanking yourself for that lip scrub you forced him to do, making his lips a little softer.
"but you have to promise to never do this again" he whispered
when both you and your boyfriend are both in demand teen actors, you rarely get to see each other.
stolen phone calls between takes, messages late at night after filming is over, face timing at odd hours of the morning because the time zones are so different.
you, all the way in new zealand filming the new avatar: fire and ash, and walker in canada, made it quite hard for much talking to be done. half the time, you were both busy with your hectic filming schedules. so much so that you haven’t spoken properly in about a week.
aside from the standard, “hi” “wyd?” “ily” and “ttyl”, you never got to speak anymore
and now, you were even more sad, missing your home, and your boyfriend more than anything. you sat in your trailer, waiting for the hair girls to come do the style for the next scene. aimlessly scrolling instagram.
“darling?” you heard zoe, your older costars voice knocking at the door. opening it, she gave you a smile, handing you a tray of coffee from a local cafe. for some reason, there were two cups, but maybe she knew how extra tired you were. you accepted the drinks and went back to your chair, to continue resting, but by the time you finally got comfortable another knock was at the door.
this time, it was sam, who brought you some lunch from a shop. burger and fries. again, he came with two boxes of food, but you figured he was soft launching an extra long filming day, so it was an encouragement to eat more.
and just as you were about to sit, another knock
“bails, i love you, but what is it?” you asked, opening the door when you saw bailey’s gorgeous face on the other side. “just came to drop off some boba. trinity and i just got back so we got you your fav” she said, once again handing you two cups.
you thanked her and finally went back inside, and started to think. why was everyone all of a sudden bringing you a bunch of stuff. and why were they bringing two of each. was it supposed to be for tomorrow? did everyone accidentally order extra? was there a buy one get one free sale in every new zealand store now?
you thought for a bit, eventually deciding that you didn’t want to over think it too much, i mean hey, more for you.
but boredom overtook. your first thought was to call your boyfriend. now would’ve been around seven in the night over in canada so it was a good time.
you tried straight call, then on instagram, and even tried in snapchat, which walker rarely uses, but no answer on either. when you tried again, there was no answer either, phone automatically went to voicemail so to fill the walker shaped boredom hole in your heart, you switched to the next best thing— beta squad.
you put on your earphones, and found a video to watch, becoming engrossed with it as you drank one of the coffees.
suddenly, you felt a pair of arms slowly snaking around your body. you jumped, ready to fight something, or someone. it could’ve been a creepy stalker, or a huge snake. new zealand isn’t that far from australia.
but when you turned, your body immediately melted into the person’s arms. there, right behind you was walker, who somehow managed to have a wider smile than you did. 
“what the fuck are you doing here?” you giggled, placing repetitive pecks all across his face.
“what? i can’t want to pay my girlfriend a visit?”
“not when she’s halfway across the world no!” you emphasized, walker just pulling you into a tighter hug
“i just missed you. that’s all” he smiled “asked your mom to help me set this whole thing up. i see you got my drink” he said, picking up one of the boba’s and drinking it
“wait that’s why everyone kept bringing two of everything” the realization hit you “i hate you so much”
“no you don’t my love”
“you should’ve told me oh my goodness, dude i missed you so much” you playfully hit him
“but that defeats the whole purpose. i wanted to surprise my girl. anyway, i brought games, and my laptop, so we are having a movie date” walker said
warnings : kinda angsty (my first time yall forgive me), like a tiny weeny bit suggestive, fwb, katie is unintentionally (or intentionally) hurting reader’s feelings.
my friends call be a loser cause i’m still hanging around
"you're seriously flying to fucking kentucky of all places to meet up with a girl you met on the internet" your best friend chuckled from your bed, helping you pack by offering emotional support.
"well when you say it like that I sound like a loser. we've met up in person a million times before. you've even met her before" you defended, still contemplating whether four halter tops was too much.
"yeah cause you are a loser. like it or not she's technically your little internet girlfriend. swear you guys are always doing something together. i'm surprised you're not on call right now" she added
"no. stop making it weird. me and katie are just friends"
""uhuh" she mumbled, continuing to watch her movie.
i’ve heard so many rumors that im just a girl that you bang on your couch
"they definitely fucking" katie read her chat. she had a habit of reading the most egregious comments whenever you two were together. "chat no. we are just friends. plus, i'm never losing my virginity because i never lose" she made her infamous mog face.
technically you weren't fucking- present continuous tense. it happened once at a meetup in la. vanilla, qt, katie and you decided to go to a concert together. when you got back, she said you could sleep in her bed, because you didn't want to be alone that night. then one thing led to the other.
you never did address it though. the next morning you both just went along with life,l like nothing happened. you figured that you were both tired,and practically delirious. accidents happen all the time. they just aren't supposed to feel good. you're not supposed to want accidents to happen again.
i thought you thought of me better. someone you couldn’t lose. you said “we’re not together” so now when we kiss i’ve got anger issues
you've always hated nonchalant guys. so part of you wondered what was it about her attitude which was basically the same that drew you in.
the first time you met up since the "thing" was when katie invited you to kentucky to spend the easter weekend with her family.
you landed about two hours ago and now you were on her bed, lips in slow embrace. you probably shouldn't be in this situation. friends don't kiss like that. at least in your mind they didn't. maybe to katie they did.when she finally pulled away, the girl urged you to meet her parents who knew you were coming. "oh this is my friend by the way, the one i'm always talking to online" she told
hmph
"nice you meet you both" you beamed at her parents, katie's mom immediately pulling you into a hug like you were her own child, her father shaking your hand.
dinner wasn't as bad as you thought it would've been. it was just casual. too casual. you were just making out with this girl an hour ago, and now she was asking you to pass the salt like you were just friends. that word really irked you. katie used it, her parents used it. after a while you even started using it. but you know you didn't want to be just friends. who would want to be just friends after that. friends don't have makeout sessions with law and order: svu playing in the background, immediately after a dinner filled with that stupidly infuriating word.
you said baby, “no attachments”
katie had this thing that whenever you were together on stream, she'd "fake" flirt with you, and shoot her shot and you'd play along with them.
"would you rather be really beautiful or really smart" she read the chat, you busy with the puzzle you were both supposed to be solving.
"smart. definitely"
"you're both" she smirked at you, and you just looked away smiling at the chat, over exaggerating your facial expressions so they could grasp it was a joke.
this was a common thing. someone in the chat says something, and she responds, more often than not making a joke that she's "shooting her shot" with you. she'd always clarify with the chatafter that it was just a joke, you were just friends, and a great streaming partner because you took all the jokes like a champ.
jokes aren't supposed to get your hopes up. jokes aren't supposed to give you a deluded sense of hope that whatever happened, was because there was something real behind it. that they weren't just casual.
knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out. is it casual now? two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in long beach, is it causal now?
you had been home alone in your empty apartment for two months since katie's last visit. within those two months of distance, you were still basically always together. if it wasn't streaming together, it was facetime. if it wasn't facetime it was constant texting about the most random things.
"oh by the way, are you free this weekend?" she asked over the phone, keeping you company as you rearranged your closet for the third time this month.
"yeah, plus nora went to mexico with her boyfriend so i basically have no one in town to talk to." you responded
"oh. my mom has this family reunion thing in long beach, and she wants you to come." she spoke. you could hear the smile through your speaker
"your mom or you?"
"no comment" she muttered
"hmm okay, sure. i'd love to come"
"yes!" she cheered, immediately calming herself down "i mean cool. thanks dude"
"you're welcome. i know your mom, among other people miss me" you chuckled"wonder who those people are" she feigned ignorance "i can't wait for you to meet my family. they're gonna love you"
you were pretty excited. her parents were literal angels on earth, so you couldn't wait to see what her extended family was like. her mom (and she) wanted you to go as far as to meet them. really close friend shit.
i know what you tell you friends it’s casual. if it’s casual now, baby get me off again if it’s casual. it’s casual now.
this was your second meetup with Katie this month. this time you paid a visit to la to play in the streamer games. you were both clad in pink jerseys marked with your streamer tags at the back and team vanilla in front.
"hey gorg" vanilla greeted you with a tight hug, katie standing right behind you. "my favorite girl" you smiled, pulling back"woah, hello. i'm right here" katie jokingly interrupted.
“you’re number two” you joked, and she rolled her eyes playfully. “no only i’m supposed to be your favorite”
“hold on babe your gloss is smudged” vanilla muttered, gently wiping the smudged gloss from your lips, not noticing katie subconsciously wiping hers to make sure there was no incriminating evidence.
“this is so gross please leave her alone. she’s for me” katie joked after she made sure there was nothing that could hit at anything happening between you two.
part of you was happy that she was finally showing an inkling of wanting. you just wondered why she wasn’t always like this. you wanted her to always be like this. to be possessive over you.
sadly you don’t always get what you want. you instead get random glances throughout the day, and silent treatment unless it was to speak to you for the stream. you wanted to be upset but you couldn’t bring yourself to. because then it would be weird for the best friend katie brought to be so possessive. she keeps using that word with you.
you really wanted to be upset about what she tells them. but it’s quite hard to do that when both your brain and the windows are foggy.
dumb love, i love being stupid. dream of us in a year. maybe we’d have an apartment and you’d show me off to your friends at the pier
“chocolate or vanilla” she asked you, preparing to order the ice cream for you both at your “date” to the fair. it wasn’t a date date considering you were simply friends but you both looked you best. katie even put in extra effort to win you a few plushies at the games, one being the huge panda you had in hand.
“vanilla” you answered
“seems like your taste is the same across multiple mediums” she joked, handing the ice cream cone covered in sprinkles.
you thanked her sincerely, licking away at your ice cream, occasionally tasting sips of her cookies n’ cream milkshake as you walked through the darkening fair, her hand rested in yours, fingers intertwined
“oh my gosh no way it’s you guys!” a fan squealed, taking you and katie off guard. she nervously pulled her hand away from yours and returned the fan’s hyper energy.
putting on the most genuine smile you could, you took a picture with the girl, even making a tiktok with her and katie to the iconic “pimped out chevrolet” sound. the girl was so sweet and was basically skipping away when you were done, but when you and katie continued the walk though of the fair, she kept her limbs a safe distance from yours.
that’s fair. you can’t expect her to want to be public. you weren’t even a couple. barely even counted as friends with benefits. maybe her hands got sweaty and she didn’t want to hold yours anymore because she knew your issue with certain textures. yeah. that makes sense.
it’s hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser. and it's hard being casual when i’m on the phone talking down your sister
“then my fucking game crashed again” katie finally finished her rant “anyway. how are you? how’s rio?”
you and nora, your roommate were spending a week over there for a friend from high school’s wedding. it was a few hours ahead so you were lying in bed, staring into space speaking to the girl, trying not to wake your sleeping friend.
“it’s chill. really pretty here. the two bad things so far are i can’t find my cute bra, the pink victoria’s secret one we got at the mall even though i swore i packed it, and we just got back to the hotel. did a hike this morning and clubbing just now so my legs are killing me” you answered
“that sounds nice. also i have your bra” she resolved nonchalantly
“what do you mean you have it katie?” you raised a brow as if she could see your face. “yeah, you left to the last time you came to kentucky. it’s literally in my dresser with some other clothes you forgot”
“oh my bad. i think my brother is passing by the apartment on his way to jersey. do you mind shipping it out so he can leave it with my neighbors?” you queried
“no you’re fine. i’ll keep them. you always complain about not having clothes when you come over” she nonchalantly spoke “okay cool”
literally how was that casual.
and i tried to be the chill girl who holds her tongue and gives you space. i try to be the chill girl, but honestly im not
“what are we” you blurted out. in the middle of the third season of brooklyn 99 you just had to know. your lips were slightly swollen still and your legs were intertwined with katie’s laying on her bed.
“friends.” she answered, still paying attention to the show “really?” you asked again.
“best friends?” she looked at you
you couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not. “katie friends don’t do what we do” you tried. there had to be something more. there was no way she was running you mad just for the love of the game.
“we’re special friends. that’s what i like about us.”
special? that’s the best she could come up with? special?
“oh okay cool. love ya special friend”
“love you too”
katie spoke so casually just watching her show in peace. you wanted to yell and scream. you wanted to be angered. but you couldn’t. because no matter how much she tried to keep what you did as just friendly activities you couldn’t find it in you. part of you didn’t care how much it hurt because it was katie. didn’t care how much it annoyed you because it was katie.
you just wanted a label, it at least a removable sticker tag. not just friends.
but you took it because it was her.
i fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner. your parents at your table, you wonder why i’m bitter.
the “thing” happened again. this time it was just in a slightly cramped accessible restroom of a fancy restaurant that she and her parents invited you to.
you were upset because of a myriad of things, and the cherry on the cake was your shoe was way too uncomfortable to be in all night, so she offered to cheer you up.
but even getting off doesn’t cheer everything up, because that just made your mood worse. she was willing to do anything and everything for you, even going as far as to massage your feet from under the table, but refused to even consider referring to you as her girlfriend.
your mood soured more and more into the dinner, but with her parents being two sweet souls, forced that smile like your life depended on it.
it was after dinner the issue arose.
“katie we have to talk” you demanded as soon as you stepped foot into her room, hustling to take the heels and dress of to change into a pair of joggers and a sweater.
“that’s not good” she joked. that was starting to get old now. not everything was a joke.
“yeah no. it’s not. i really don’t know what you want from me but im willing to let you live without it.” you smarted, pulling out her drawers getting clothes and access and shoving them into your suitcase.
“what are you doing. relax” she urged, sitting on her bed. “don’t tell me what to do” you snapped
“i have wasted a year of my life trying to figure out what we are and playing a game of will she won’t she with myself. i can’t do this— relationship stuff thing when you won’t even acknowledge me as more than just a friend to you” you held back tears
“what do you mean?” you almost crashed out at her worlds “katie, friends don’t boink, friends don’t make out, friends don’t go on outings reserved for couples, friends don’t get possessive and friends don’t play with each others feelings”
“i had no idea you felt this way”
“yes you did. i have on multiple occasions asked what are we, if it’s weird what we do and if normal friends do that. well the answer is no. i’m so tired of being strung along because i know that you don’t want to make a commitment like that.” you cried. “i’m going back to the city tomorrow. notas getting me from the airport. i’m gonna stay in a hotel something” you grabbed you suitcase and headed out her bedroom door.
“wait! is this about what happened at dinner? because if it is im sor—” “it’s more than just dinner katie. i cannot be just friends with you because i will run mad and clearly you need to be just friends with me or the same happens”
“please don’t”
“i have to. im sorry” you gave her one last hug, not bothering to hear what she had to say about it, turning around to head into the uber you’d called on the way back from the restaurant.
that night, you cried the most you have since high school graduation because there was no way that could’ve been casual. the past year was so far from casual to you, but was the pinnacle of casualty to katie which was exactly why you had to leave. this was a decision for your mental health. so you didn’t chop your head off from being a bit more than casual with your best friend.
i hate that i let this drag on so long. i hate myself. i hate that i let this drag on so long you can go to hell.
you had been back home for a full month and you still weren’t over it. who knew your first lesbian situationship real up could’ve been more agonizing than the first relationship breakup.
you and nora had gone through probably ten pints of hagen das and four packs of cookie dough in various forms this month because the sugar filled the hole in your heart that katie once used to fill.
when you accepted the bare minimum because it felt good.
