ivy; walker scobell imagines

bitch get a grip (spanish)

a/n: the title is actually not related to the story at all i'm just tweaking 

requested by: memememememe 

triggers: me

summary: me 

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y/n's pov: 

"y/nnnnn," walker whines in your ear.

that's so mosquito core of him. 

"walkerrrrr," you mimic.

"can you PUHlease help me with my spanish homework? you're so much better at it than me."

you give him a dirty look, "what am i, your tutor?" 

"i'll watch the adam project with you again," he sighs, looking like he's waging an internal battle against himself for that one.

you don't give in. 

"no..... hablo español?" you supply, tapping your temple and pointing at him. 

"girl, don't even try. i swear to the gods i witnessed you speak fluent spanish to the starbucks barista yesterday," he huffs. 

"i wasn't even at starbucks yesterday?" 

"yes you were," he insists, "i watched you buy your drink." 

"if it really was me, why didn't you come bother me like usual?"

"i just wanted to watch you."

you stand up and raise your hands in defense, "hell no, i do not remember agreeing to be friends with a stalker. that was not in the contract." 

he scrunches his nose, "what contract?" 

"the one your mom made me sign, when she offered $18 an hour to be your friend. personally, i think it's a little cheap, you're such a hassle," you shrug. 

he gasps, clutching his heart like he's been wounded. 

"you love me though?" 

"bitch, was that a question? i really don't get paid enough for this," you pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. 

"fine, be like that," he grumbles and turns away from you on his bed. 

back facing you. your face falls momentarily and you crawl towards him across the mattress, shaking his shoulder. 

"i didn't really mean it," you say. 

he turns towards you grinning. 

"i know," he says smugly. 

you smack his shoulder, "you cunt! i take it back!" 

he wags his finger at you, "no takesy backsies." 

ew? he reaches out and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you on top of him and tucking his head into your neck. you run a hand through his hair and he lets out a soft sigh. you feel his eyes close against your collarbone, lashes tickling the sensitive skin. 

"that was nasty, walker." 

"my bad chat." 

"chat wants you to shut the fuck up."

"ok i hate you, i don't want your help." 

"i'm going to laugh when you fail," you say, leaning back from him. 

he protests as you pull away.

"i'm sorry, please help me," he shoves his textbook at you. 

you skim the words, trying to find some idea of what he wants you to teach him. 

"walker, did no one ever teach you how to conjugate your verbs?" 

"what's a conjugate?" 

"what the sigma, this is literally beginner spanish, how do you not know this?" 

"isn't that what you're here for? oh, sorry, did my mom forget to include that in the contract?" he snarks. 

you roll your eyes. the sassy men apocalypse is real. 

"what if you give me a kiss everytime i get one right?" he asks, hopeful.

"what if i do?" 

he doesn't get any of them right. by the time you're almost done, he's frustrated and about ready to tear his hair out.

"why doesn't this make sense? why is spanish so hard?" he groans. 

"hey, how about we take a break, ok?" you say, playing with his fingers.

"come here," you say, opening your arms.

he crawls into them, straddling you and wrapping his arms around your neck. his head is tucked into your shoulder. you trace lazy circles on his back, then scoot to the side so you can lift up the cover with both hands. then you fall backwards onto the bed, taking walker with you. he mumbles something into your shoulder.

"huh?"

"i'm going to take a quick nap." 

"ok baby," you say. 

still tangled together, he falls asleep on you. as soon as you know he's out for good, you slide out of his grasp. you grab his papers and finish his spanish homework for him, setting them neatly on the desk when you're done. 

you look back and see him, fast asleep. his long limbs are thrown about and his curls are all astray. he looks so peaceful. it's serene. you snap a picture, then climb back into his arms. he immediately latches onto you, his head on your chest. you fix a couple of his curls, then kiss the top of his head. you're out as soon as your head hits the pillow. 

a couple hours later, you wake up and he isn't there.

"you finished my spanish homework?" he asks, holding it above you. 

you rub the crust out of your eyes, "yes?" 

he gives you a relieved smile, "thank you!"

you sleepily smile back, "i think i deserve a kiss for that one." 

"i agree."  

you sit up so he can kiss you. soft and sweet. he tucks a hair behind your ear as you smile. you feel him get back under the covers. his arms slide around your waist, securing themselves behind you. you snuggle into him.  

"te amo," he whispers against your forehead.

you drift off to sleep, dreaming of how you're going to cackle when walker fails his spanish test. 

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why am i so bloated

sorry it's short gang im pooped 

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