ivy; walker scobell imagines

red carpet interview

requested by: uh me 

triggers: none!

summary: you interview walker on the red carpet

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"alrighty folks, we are back with another red carpet review from yours truly, y/n!!" you say, into the mic, smiling at the camera. 

"i am coming to you today from the premiere of percy jackson season two, here to interview select cast members, including everyone's favorite teenage heartthrob, walker scobell!!" 

you twirl around and locate walker on the blue carpet. he's heading towards you. the hardest part of tonight is probably going to be not letting something insane slip out of your mouth during this interview. it should've been listed in the job description that this is not for the faint of heart. he grins when he sees you. you don't know him that well, personally, but he follows you on both your spam and your main and he likes every single one of your stories. you aren't sure if that's a sign or if you're just delusional. you try to ignore the flush creeping up your cheeks. he won't notice, right?

"damn, already got you blushing and i haven't even started talking," he smirks. 

the urge to rip out your hair and strangle him with it is getting harder and harder to resist! 

"you wish i'd blush for you, scobell," you snipe.

the ship edits of this interview are going to be insane and you'll be giggling and kicking your feet at every one of them. 

"right, you got me there," he grins, taking the mic you hand him, "so, what do you have for me today?" 

it takes you a few seconds to register that because you're too busy trying to stop your knees from buckling. men in suits are your kryptonite. 

"huh? oh shoot, right!! um, i have some questions from fans...," you say, pulling some note cards out of your dress pocket. 

he giggles. you give him the nastiest side eye possible.

"can you never giggle at me again." 

"my bad, i'll just leave now," he pouts. 

"ok! bye!!" you give him an innocent smile and wave.

"how about you give me those questions, pal," he rolls his eyes. 

"if you call me pal again, i'll kick your shins. OK!! question numero uno, if you were a soup, what kind of soup would you be! actually i lied that wasn't from a fan that was from me i love soup and i'm not a fan of you!!" 

"wow! so, i think i would be chicken noodle soup because-"

"you're basic? yeah me too, twin! but it's ok, i love chicken noodle soup, so at least you've got that going for you."

he lets out a surprised laugh.

"sounds like someone didn't take their meds this morning," he eyes you. 

"ok so, just say you hate me and you want me to die, no need to be subtle about it," you snark. 

"oh my gods, who peed in your cereal," he says, eyes wide with laughter. 

"cereal is for losers."

"it literally isn't?!"

"OK ANYWAYS, next question!! do you read like fanfictions of yourself?" you say, actually really interested in the answer.

you definitely read fanfictions of him, but he doesn't need that extra ego boost. 

"actually, i've read a few... one of them was actually really good writing wise. i mean it was about me, but otherwise like i'd read it again," he says sheepishly.

your smile widens, "care to share?" 

he thinks for a minute, then taps his temple and points at you, "i think the title said something about dancing? and hands?"

you laugh, "well, i'll be sure to read that later, probably tonight." 

"do you like not have a life is that why you read fanfictions," he teases.

"do you like ever shut up, is that why you're famous," you retort. 

"ouch?"

"womp womp, ok last question!! is a hot dog a sandwich? this is serious, it'll make or break our future relationship, tread carefully," you warn. 

"future relationship, huh?"

"just please answer the question before i go feral," you stomp your foot, "i'm clawing at the walls of my enclosure." 

he laughs, "calm down! i'd say it's a sandwich."

"well then, i'd say you are incorrect!!" you smile victoriously, "ok interview concluded, y/n out!!" 

you salute the camera. the camera stops rolling and walker hands you the mic back. 

"thanks for stopping by, pal!" you say, grinning.  

he rolls his eyes in defeat, "if i knew you were going to be like this, i wouldn't have stopped by."

"oh please, you always join my lives. you definitely knew i was going to be like this."

he gives you a cheeky smile, "you got me there."

he pulls you in for a hug and you wrap your arms around his neck. he's warm, which helps because it's pretty cold on the carpet and your dress is not providing heat. you feel his heart beat against yours. it's abnormally fast. almost like you make him nervous. the thought makes you want to giggle. who is this man even. you break apart, both of your cheeks flushed. there are faint freckles dotting his nose that you hadn't noticed before and his dimples are peeking through. he smells like mint. you decide that you really like mint. he shouldn't be allowed. 

"would it be crazy if i asked for your number?" he smiles, fiddling with his fingers. 

you grab his hands and pull them apart, "can you stop that? and yes, you can have my number." 

he lets go of one of your hands, still holding on to the other, to grab his phone out of his pocket. he hands it to you and you type in your number with just one hand, determined not to let go of his other. you hand it back to him and wave him off. he winks at you as he walks away. it takes all the atoms in your body not to fall over. you turn towards the camera man, gary. 

he gives you a look, "i better be the maid of honor at your wedding, kid."

you laugh, "don't jump to conclusions!"

"i'm not, i'm predicting the future."

"like you have those credentials."

hours after the premiere, you're reading the walker fanfic that he mentioned. a carton of ben and jerry's ice cream in your lap and a face mask plastered to your face. a message pops up on your phone.

my future wife, huh?

you giggle, he saw the contact name you gave yourself.

the one and only.

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im back bitches

i had the craziest dream about walker last night erm what the sigma 

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