' ❛ sometimes i think i'm sad, but then i see you
and it's like i've been happy all my life ' ❜
if the music album 1989 by Taylor Swift was turned into a walker scobell fan fiction- this would be it.
*only rated mature bc of swearing
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
WINTER OF 2023...
FRIDAY — 9 DAYS TO PREMIERE
IN REAL LIFE
Brooklyn NY, Blunt-Krasinski Apartment
"Are you sure," he whispers, the same cycling words lingering in the loud silence.
She turns, back-length waves splaying across her bare midriff. He's the closest he's ever been to her without arms circling around her body. She finds her breath comes more strained, her back slowly becoming undone like a zipper.
She wants to reach out. She wants to hide. She wants to hide in his arms.
"Positive," she murmurs into the tense air. It's foreign, like she just touched down on Mars and her lungs don't know how to process the atmosphere. The room is full of invisible bees, stinging every inch of her skin and leaving an itching want.
The conversation isn't new, but this feeling is.
"..alright," he relents and he's turning away to trace the footprints of their friends hours ago. And she hates it. She hates it.
"Walk," she says quickly, desperately, moving a step to catch his shirt. He freezes in a way akin to being touched by something poisonous and powerful, akin to a reformed addict becoming in contact with a past dangerous substance.
"I'm—" She folds her hands together, messing with her fingernails and rings as she finds the words hard to say. "I'm going to be better, okay? I promise. All the people I love are here and it's going to be an exciting week so—"
She clears her throat, cheeks reddening as she finds his gaze suddenly impossible to meet. His eyes have always been startling, threatening in a way. Not the roaring blue of angry waves, but the clear vastness of a cloudless sky. Or a sky with glowing clouds, earth and heaven meeting.
She's beginning to see everything in his eyes. Everything he sees her as.
"Clara," he says softly. He doesn't move and she understands, but she also doesn't. "I don't want you to be better," he echos familiar words. "I want you to be Clara. I want you to be happy."
She feels like something's pressing bandaids on her aching wounds.
"I'm always happiest when I'm with you," she confesses and for the first time in a long time, she can't read him. His eyes widen, his lips fall, but the look on his face is something she's never been the recipient of.
The silence, somehow, is more electrifying than before. It's isotonic.
"I'll text you when I get home," he says because he knows she worries about that now. "I'll see you tomorrow, for filming in the afternoon."
Before she can nod he takes quick steps and leaves an imprint on her hairline. With his lips.
And before she can pretend not to be awed, he's out of the door with a residing breeze of lime and ocean salt.
Leaving her wishing she could cling to him when the assaults by her mind return.
ও NOR'S PHONE
okay so yes this was different than the usual chapters with walk and clara— but i felt like this was a good way to set the feel between the 2 of them rn.
also from this point on we're gonna be covering all/almost of the twoish weeks of the premiere. so 1-2 chapters for each day basically. and yes there will be lots of feels and things going on so have fun! i definitely am lolz
