Walker Scobell Imagines

heart pizzas and face masks🍕

"Bro let the chef cook!"
"More like let the chef burn." I pushed him,
"I'm not burning it," I had a quick check of how the little heart pizzas were coming along, "They're just a little crispy."
"A little? Y/n are you seeing his catastrophe? I'm taking them out,"
"No!" I tried to block him and wrestle him to floor but he just picked me up and put me aside.
"You can burn yours but I'm having mine now." He took one of the pizzas out the oven and took a massive bite, "OW!"
"Karma?"

I went back to check on my pizza,
"Shit."
"I told you it would burn, how bad is it?" We both stared at the pizza, burnt to a crisp, "Ah..."
"Well,"
"Fine you can have the rest of mine."
"Thank you!!" I gave him a hug,
"On one condition," His arms wrapped around my waist lifting me up slightly so that our eyes almost met, "You let me watch deadpool."
"And do face masks?"
"Fine no pizza."
"Fine I'll go hungry and we do face masks!" He looked me dead in the eyes,
"Seriously?" I started walking towards the stairs to grab the face masks from my room, I'd been begging for months to do this, I ran upstairs before he could argue, and when I came back he shoved the pizza in my face, he'd already set Deadpool up.

"This is my house."
"This is my pizza."
"Fine. Deal." I ate the pizza first and then I made him wash his face before I helped him apply the face mask. I smoothing it all over his scrunched up face,
"Walker relax or it's gonna look stupid."
"It's gonna look stupid either way."
We took a cute photo so I could bask in the victory and then we got comfy and watched Deadpool.

Walker of course recited most of the film, and I fell asleep in his arms.

When I woke up he'd taken the mask off for me but still had his on, I tried to remove it without waking him,

"What," He mumbled, his voice croaky and barely audible,

"Go back to sleep." I whispered, I tried to stand up to throw the mask away but his arm, still around my waist pulled me straight back down. He wrapped his other arm under my legs so I accepted my fate and wrapped mine around his back, throwing the mask onto the sofa somewhere, and drifted back to sleep as he stroked my hair.