ivy; walker scobell imagines

jealousy, jealousy

requested by: moi

triggers: jealous walker?? 

summary: read above triggers 

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walker's pov:

it's really hard not to be jealous when my girlfriend is the most gorgeous being to ever grace this planet. 

she's not my girlfriend.

i just want her to be my girlfriend. i'd sell my soul if she'd be my girlfriend, but she hates me. i have to pretend to hate her too. i hate you so much, y/n! you stink!!

 i scribble another doodle across my script. shawn is yapping about some direction changes in one of our shared scenes. 

when i look up, she's staring directly at me. oh, she definitely wants me. i think she just read my mind because she makes retching noises and rolls her eyes. 

shawn sighs, clearly tired of this bullshit. he slaps his script down on the table and leans forward, pressing his elbows against the cool wood. 

"ok, younglings, i'm done with this bullshit," he says, staring at us. 

then he stands up, motions to his assistant and heads over towards us. 

"follow me," he says, waving us out the door. 

"what now," y/n whines.

we head towards an empty dressing room turned lounge and he shoves us inside. 

"hey, what-," y/n tries to say, but the door slams shut in her face. 

the lock clicks. 

voice muffled through the door, shawn tells us, "you guys aren't coming out until you fix whatever is going on. this is supposed to be friends to lovers not enemies to lovers. get to work lovebirds!!" 

we both groan in unison. y/n heads over to one of the couches and flops down onto it, face first into the pillows. i stand there for a few minutes. 

"you know, i hate you right," she says, turning her head to look at me. 

my heart flips and i swallow. 

"you know, i hate you too, right," i retort. 

"wowwwww, that was slick," she snorts.

she sits up, tucking her knees to her chest. she tilts her head and gives me a slight smile, then seems to remember that she hates me as her smile fades into a scowl. 

"we're going to have to stop hating each other if we want to get out of here," i say.

i make my way over to her and sit on the cushion to her left. 

"i don't remember saying that you could sit on my couch." 

"it's not your couch." 

"maybe it is."

"it isn't."

"don't yuck my yum, bitch," she scoffs. 

i hold up my hands in surrender, only to find her grinning at me. a true, genuine smile. it lights up her face, her eyes glowing. the moon is jealous of her beauty. i smile back. 

"i thought you hated me?" 

"i don't hate anyone."

"then why were you so nasty to me?"

"i have a chronic rbf and a bad track record with teenage boys. trust me, you aren't special." 

i laugh, "me too!"

she gives me an incredulous look, "you have a bad track record with teenage boys too?"

"well, teenage girls." 

"brother, what do you even mean by that," she huffs. 

"i'm just not the rizzler," i pout. 

she gasps, "what the fuck? oh, sorry hold on, i mean what the sigma?" 

i blink. good lord, how did that make me more in love with her. 

"i think i'm in love with you," i blurt out. 

she blinks at me. i blink back at her. 

then she gives me a small smile, "i can work with that."

"you can?" 

"i mean i think i'm in love with you too, but i mean...." 

"can i kiss you?" i ask her, hope hugs my words. 

"i don't know, can you?" she taps her chin, "i'm just kidding, please do."

i lean forward and kiss her. she tastes like lilac and cherry lime soda. i pull her closer, as close as possible and lean into her. her arms slide around my neck and her fingers tangle in my hair. tugging lightly on my curls. when we pull apart, our faces are both tinged red and we're smiling like lovestruck idiots. 

"can i ask you a crazy question?" i say out of breath.

"crazy? i was crazy once..." she giggles.

i roll my eyes, "can i be your boyfriend?"

"i don't know, can you? i'm just joshing!! yes!"

i smile, relieved. 

there's a loud, obnoxious knock at the door.

"are you guys done in there?" shawn shouts. 

"yes!" we both say. 

i pull her off the couch and we head towards the door, fingers intertwined. shawn opens the door. he notices our flushed, smiling faces, and rolls his eyes. 

"so, ready to get back to work?"

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#delusionalwalker #notproofread??!! #actuallythatsalieialwaysproofread

sorry guys this did not eat like i thought it would my bad some things are just meant to stay inside my head sorry that it's short i'm trying to get back my motivation. 

hi tell me about your days!! i want to know how are you guys pls 

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