ivy; walker scobell imagines

life raft

a/n: ok fair warning, i wrote this with the guidance of google translate and several dictionary sites and since i don't speak zulu nor am familiar with the dialect, it's definitely not perfect!! also i did read somewhere that it was the most widely spoken over afrikaans, so i figured id just use it. i also watched a youtube video about like the language and the grammar because i was curious and i was like well maybe it'll help me um idk write this if i have a basic understanding of the language structure of zulu!! anyways im done yapping pls enjoy

requested by: @KyroSingh 

triggers: idk just like shouting, anger. angst. 

summary: reader is a famous teen actress from another country (south africa) and starts yelling at walker in her native language (zulu)

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y/n's pov:

you're really frustrated right now. like more than normal. walker hasn't texted you or called you or communicated in any way and it's stressing you out. on top of that, you just found out that you did not get a role you auditioned for several months ago, that you really wanted. the stress and anxiety is piling on and you can't handle it anymore. tears well up in your eyes and you swipe them away as quickly as they can trickle down your cheeks. just then, the sound of the doorknob turning and opening startles you. you swivel your chair around to see walker standing in the doorway. he must still have the spare key you gave him years ago. 

"hi," he says sheepishly, like he didn't just ignore you for three to five business days. 

everything you've been dealing comes rushing back at you. the guilt, the anger, the sadness, the loneliness. all of it. ready to drown you.

"walker, where have you been?" your voice breaks and his face falls, immediately sensing that something is wrong. 

he drops his stuff and heads towards you. 

"i'm so sorry, love, i was busy filming i haven't picked up my phone all day," he rushes out. 

"no," you say, tears streaming down your face. 

you are done with his bullshit, even though it isn't really bullshit at all. you know what it's like to be young in the film industry. it's hard, long days and grating hours of self-criticism. 

"you don't get to do this to me walker, you don't get to not text me and leave me worrying about where you are and what you're doing!" your voice is rising with your anger, waves crashing on the shores of your despair. 

"KONKE ENGAKE NGABA KUWE KULAPHA FUTHI MANJE AWUKWAZI NGISHO UKEBA YILOKHO KIMI," you shout. 

(all i've ever been for you is here, and now you can't even be that for me)

hurt crosses his eyes and his posture droops. you immediately feel bad for shouting, knowing that he hates it. you know he can't really understand what you're saying, he picks up a few words here and there. he's trying, but he can hear it in your tone and see it in the way you hold your body. your knees buckle and he takes the couple steps towards you and catches you in his arms. pulling you in and burying his face in your hair. your hot tears drip onto his shirt. 

"ngiyaxolia," you whisper, sadness seeping into your vocal chords.

(i'm sorry)

"it's ok," he reassures you, tracing calming circles on your spine. 

you shake your head. 

"i'm sorry for not communicating, y/n," he apologizes, "but is that really all that you're mad about?"

"no," you whisper.

he pulls away from you, just to pick you up, princess carry and bring you towards the couch. he sets you down, then sits across from you, crisscross applesauce and takes your hands in his. he's always calm. he knows that he is the one thing you can hold onto. he's your life raft in the storm of life. he is strong for you. 

"what's really wrong?" he says, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs.

"i didn't get that audition." 

he pouts.

"i'm sorry, y/n. they're missing out."

you let out a soft laugh.

"thanks, walkie." 

"there'll be other auditions. you're an amazing actress, you can do anything," he says, confident.

you smile. he pulls you towards him, sliding his arms around you and slipping one of his legs between yours, so you are as close as possible. he kisses your nose. you smile, feeling sleepy. your eyes close. 

"ngiyakuthanda," he whispers, against your forehead. 

(i love you)

you can feel his triumphant smile against your skin.

"walker scobell, was that zulu?"

"might've been." 

you grin, proud of your boy. 

"ngiyakuthana nawe."

(i love you too)

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OK I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD ( i dont like it) sorry that it's so short but i have a lot going on this week!! i wanted to get something out

feel free to correct me on any of the zulu i def cannot guarantee it's right, google translate is lowkey iffy or at least it is for spanish

also, kyro! (hoping i can call you that) i will write that other imagine you said like soon (eventually) my spring break is next week so it'll probably be out by then

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