A bunch of fluffy oneshots about Walkie Talkie. Most of them will be x reader, but some will be otherwise.
I will also write about his characters; Percy Jackson, Charlie Kincaid, and Adam Reed
No Smut
No Sexualization
No hate to the PJO cast
Reques...
A/N: Finally a title that eats. I was almost done this but then I decided I hated it and there was absolutely no chemistry so I completely restarted. Oops. This was supposed to come out yesterday 🤷♀️
You knocks loudly, three times on the door to the hotel room, balancing the box of pizza and snacks in one hand. You shifted form foot to foot, waiting for the door to be opened.
You heard a loud thud coming from the room, and you could swear you saw someone look through the peep-hole, before the door was finally swung open and you were greeted by a blinding light coming in from the window across the hotel room that framed Walker like a golden halo.
It was you and Walker's monthly movie-night. On the third Saturday of the month you and Walker would meet up, watch movies, eat snacks, play dumb board games, and take online quizzes until about 4am. Then you guys would go your separate ways, which often meant you waking your mom up to pick you up from Walker's house, or you would crash on his couch; because your parents didn't really like having people over.
"Took you long enough," Walker joked, helping you carry the pizza into the room, not in a chivalrous way, more in a I-really-want-this-so-please-don't-drop-it kind of way.
The room had one large bed in the middle facing the TV. The bed was made up with about a hundred different blankets and pillows that you guys had stolen from your co-stars room for this night. There was a window on the left side of the bed, facing the west, where you could see the sun setting over the beautiful New York City skyline.
You were in New York for the Percy Jackson press tour and premiere, which was in 4 days. You had been busy, but Walker had so much more press than you; so you didn't think that you guys would be able to have your movie-night.
Walker set the pizza down on one of the bedside tables and turned to you smiling, "so, I had an idea for the movies tonight—and before you ask: it's not Deadpool this time, I promise.
"oh, let me guess, if it's not Deadpool, then it must be Deadpool 2," you were only half joking, Walker wanted to watch Deadpool every. Single. Time.
"Wrong," Walker seemed really proud that for once he had an idea that wasn't Deadpool. "And I didn't mean a suggestion for a movie, I was thinking that we typically watch about 5 movies, so tonight we could start with a musical, since you insist on watching one every time, then we could watch an action-flick, then a rom-com, before we end the night off with a horror movie. How does that sound? But if we're going to watch two of something it better be action or horror, and no, we're not re-watching the Adam project," Walker exhaled a little breathe, he had been talking really fast and hadn't stopped for air.
"Well, since you out so much thought into it, I guess if I have too . . ." you teased, "That sounds wonderful Walker, it's great," you said more sincerely, smiling like an idiot all the while.
Walker had no problem sitting through a movie, absorbing every second, the way he observed him made me almost made me believe that he was someone's actor OC who that couldn't create a personality for other then their career; but despite his dedication to them, whenever he was with you he had to be doing something as well. So, as you turned on the Greatest Showman, he set out a crinkled twister mat and a battered spinner.
You guys talked through the whole movie, laughing, grabbing snacks whenever you had a hand free in the game, belting out incorrect lyrics to the song, and groaning in pain whenever one of you fell; because the one to fall was always the one that was above the other, no matter what.
"Now I admire you, and that whole show you do; You're onto something, really it's something," you belted out along with Zac Efron as you moved your right hand from a red to yellow square on the mat. Walker was hovering above you, spaced out like an entangled starfish, you were hovering, barely two inches off the ground, in a sort of twisted pushup position.
"But I live among the swells, we don't pick up peanut shells, I'll have to leave that up to yoooooouuuuu," Walker cut you off, his voice cracking on the last note, which made him laugh and collapse on top of you.
"ugh" you said, the breath pushed from your lungs, "why are you so heavy?"
You rolled over, pushing Walker off of you.
"Is it all the Oreos," you asked, just as he was popping another in his mouth.
"Ummm, no?" he said, unconvincingly, through a mouthful of oreo.
You pushed yourself up so you could sit beside him, "well, keep eating; maybe you can get some padding so your bony elbows don't nail me in the sides," you laughed.
"Well, I think you were perfectly comfortable to land on," Walker said with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Maybe that's enough twister for or night."
"Or one life," you quipped, standing up and flopping onto the bed, groaning in comfort as you sunk into the cushy mattress.
"Comfy?" Walker asked as he flopped down beside you, pulling out is phone.
You rolled over closer to him so you were facing Walker, "yup."
You both laid there, for a second time seemed to slow, but the you were startled by a loud BANG! coming from the TV. You both laughed at each other's jumpiness, and then tried to justify yourselves.
You guys spent the rest of the show taking BuzzFeed quizzes, making jokes, and singing horribly off-key duets. Your favorite song to sing was rewrite the stars, because you sang Zac Efron's and Walker screeched Zendaya's in a horrible falsetto. You guys jokingly flirted with each other wile singing
When The Greatest Showman was over you guys took a break to play truth or dare, but you soon gave up when you blatantly refused to streak down the hotel corridor, and Walker wouldn't tell you who he liked.
You and Walker agreed to watch Top-Gun Maverick for your action movie. You guys curled up on the bed, in a nest of blankets. You guys finally started eating the pizza, leaning against each other, shoulder to shoulder. Walker had seen the movie before, but you hadn't, so when the beach-football scene started your jaw dropped. Because hot-dayum. You didn't know who to stare at. When Walker realized you were staring he started teasing you relentlessly, a never-ending stream of "Oh look, y/n, a shirtless man," "your right, y/n, Rooster is as cool as his dad's cold, dead body," or "Hangman's as hot as those plane engines," your personal favorite was "does this mean I should grow a mustache?"
Towards the end of the movie you were both leaning against the headboard of the bed, you grabbed Walker's forearm when Hangman shot the jet of the sky and cheered! Walker looked down at you with a soft but exhilarated smile.
"Truth or dare," he asked?
A/N: I know it's a little rocky at the start but I hope your like it. Also, this weekend i watched the Hobbit for the first time and no one told be that Kili was so fine. I mean, the man has no right to be 77.
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