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yourusername my best friends who are super cool and better than me in every way you should give them more followers
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user1 why do i get the feeling she didnt post this
user2 walker is seeing into the depths of my soul rn
walker.scobell am i back in the friendzone 😔 ↳ user3 I SPIT OUT MY WATER LMFAO
user4 your honour i love them
user5 these r my children wdym
leahsavajeffries does she know u posted this ↳ yourusername not my fault she left her phone unlocked 🤷
user6 oh wow a very convincing caption definitely written by y/n!
aryansimhadri aww this is the nicest post ever ❤️
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you were hanging out in walker's trailer as per usual, spending time together in between takes. you were reading your script, muttering the lines under your breath.
walker's head is resting in your lap, and you had a hand absentmindedly playing with his blonde curls as your eyes scanned over the pages.
walker says your name, disrupting your concentration. you lower the script and his blue eyes meet yours. he smiles up at you and your cheeks feel warm, suddenly aware of everything around you.
you couldn't help but return his smile. he looks at you as if you were the only thing in the room.
"what?" you asked.
"nothing. are u done soon?" he'd never admit it, but he didn't like when your attention was divided for too long. he felt silly for feeling that way. especially since there he was, as close as possible to you, literally laying in your lap as you played with his hair.
but he couldn't help it.
"just a page left," you promise, and he groans inwardly. you lean down and kiss his forehead, and that shuts him up pretty quick. his cheeks grow red. you turn your attention towards the pages in your hands once more.
"you missed," he grumbles.
his words are just barely audible. you resist the urge to roll your eyes. then you kiss him again, properly this time, and he responds eagerly. you pull away, about to chastise him for distracting you, until someone bursts through the door.
"we're about to-" aryan's eyes go wide as both of you jerk your heads to stare at him. aryan stands at the doorway, one hand still holding the door, eyes shifting from walker to you.
walker scrambles to lift his head off of your lap and sit next to you. his blonde curls are messier than usual, thanks to you, and he has a guilty look on his face.
it didn't help that you were equally as red.
"oh, am i interrupting something?" aryan is torn between feeling awkward and about to burst out laughing.
"no," walker says firmly and much too quickly. you keep your mouth shut, deciding not to trust your voice, and nod along instead.
"oookay," aryan says, drawing out the 'o'. "right. well. they want us down by the lake. i'll say you're coming. try and keep the door locked next time, for uh, everyone's sake." he chuckes a bit to himself before shutting the door.
walker breathes a sigh of relief.
"if he had come just a second earlier-" you start, laughter bubbling in your chest.
walker's ears turn pink. "god, i don't even want to think about that."
