Walker Scobell oneshots

Aggressive

(for plot)
I just punched a guy! Can you believe it? He definitely had it coming, though. At first, I thought he was a genuinely nice person; he even gave me flowers, which seemed really sweet. But after spending some time with him, I realized there was a side to him that was pretty aggressive. Things escalated quickly, and in a moment of frustration and self-defense, I just couldn't hold back anymore. It felt like the only thing I could do to stand my ground!

All that sweet talk made me feel as though I could trust him, especially since we were set to work together on a television show. In hindsight, that trust proved to be misguided. Malachi embodied that typical charm—he could be genuinely nice and engaging at times, but there was an underlying edge to him. When it came to the work, he often transformed into a significant annoyance. Balancing his bright demeanor with those frustrating moments made it difficult to know what to expect from him.

""Back off! I swear, Malachi!" I begin, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration, but he interrupts me with a mocking sneer. "Will what?" he taunts, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he scans the area. "Ask your little boyfriend—where is he, anyway?" His derisive tone drips with sarcasm, and I can feel my blood boiling as he looks around as if searching for someone who's never coming.
and I lose my temper again and punch him in the nose this time! God it felt good "Leave Walker out of this!"

Walker wasn't my boyfriend, but he had a way of caring about everything in my life more than I expected. He often looked out for me, and his concern sometimes felt like a weight resting on my shoulders. I remember when he first mentioned Malachi, warning me that collaborating with him could lead to trouble. He spoke with such conviction, pointing out all the reasons why it was a bad idea, but I brushed it off.

I thought I could handle the situation on my own and that Walker was just being overly cautious. This disagreement sparked frequent arguments between us, filled with tension and frustration. I could see the worry in his eyes, but my stubbornness often pushed him to the brink. Our constant clashes made it increasingly difficult to maintain the bond we had, and I began to question if I was making the right choices.
"He's bad news!!! I'm telling you Yn! He's a backstabbing lier!" Walker told me and now realizing it he was right.

Malachi standing right in front of me whipping his nose from the punch and he looks back at me with anger in his eyes ""Walker couldn't stand you!" I exclaimed, my voice quivering as tears began to well up in my eyes. "He left the country because he just couldn't deal with you!" Each word felt like a weight in my chest. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to tell him to shut his mouth, but deep down, I knew he was right. The truth lingered painfully in the air between us, a reminder of the bitterness I had tried to ignore.

As I listened intently, a voice broke through the silence, resonating with surprise. "Wow, that's something I never thought I'd hear. I mean, yeah, I left, but it wasn't because of Yn—it was work," Walker admitted, his gaze filled with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. In that moment, overwhelmed by emotion, I rushed into his arms, wrapping him in a tight embrace. I clung to him fiercely, fearing I might break him with my grip, yet to my relief, he returned the hug with equal strength, holding me close as if to reassure me that everything would be alright.

Walker turned his gaze towards Malachi, his jaw tightening in frustration as he processed the situation. A flicker of understanding crossed his face as he muttered, "Ah, I see now." The tension in his expression revealed the weight of realization that had just settled in.
he said letting go of me and he stepped closer to Malachi and said "Hurt her again you won't like what I do then"

Malachi held my gaze with an intense stare, but then, almost reluctantly, he backed away and left the room. I felt a mix of confusion and relief. Turning back, I wrapped my arms around Walker once more, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop me. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "It's okay" Before I could say anything else, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

A/n: okay so this was strange for me writing kiss stuff after all the stuff be going on with Walker and people I don't want to sexualize him so I don't know how to feel about it I might take it down Idk but I like the demigods assemble chapters