hera

❝ we accept the love we think we deserve ❞

[bnghvn]

I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR THAT!!!!! omfg they want to kill us

[valkyriexo]

"I am written by a man"

"I am written by a woman"

I am written by bubble message Lee know

[linolinoing]

© hpyhbok

[lvndrfucks]

it’s that serious to me.

[coertin]

(😺) GOING FERAL OH MY GOSH

[lvndrfucks]

hihi!! could you do dating braeden hcs or like a alphabet, anys fine! tysm !!

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆dating headcanons ft. braeden｡˚🪞𖤐🌷

➤ if braeden’s on tour and you can’t be there, you like to leave little surprises for him to find. he found the first one as soon as he opened his suitcase. there on his pile of folded clothes was a yellow post-it that read “wish i was there with you <3”. it brought an immediate grin to his face.

another one he found was in his toiletry bag. the post-it was green this time. “hope this makes you smile!” braeden laughed a bit and stuck it to the mirror while he brushed his teeth.

while looking for his lucky socks, nicknamed so because you bought them for him, he was pleasantly surprised to find a pink note folded inside. it read, “love you lots and lots” surrounded by drawings of hearts.

by the end of tour, his bunk wall was filled with your notes.

➤ braeden always insisted on doing a couples costume for halloween. the both of you had created a reputation of having the best costumes from the fans and they always look forward to the posts.

one year you guys were a bunny and magician, the following was coraline and wybie, then linguine and remy from ratatouille. sometimes it took a lot of convincing from braeden to not doing inflatables because you were not going to spend the night partying in that.

➤ braeden’s love languages are definitely quality time and physical touch. sometimes, not much is needed to be said when the two of you are together. he finds comfort knowing you’re with him. he’ll look up from what he’s doing just to make sure you’re really there with him and it’s not just made up in his mind.

when you guys are out, he often keeps one hand around your waist or on your lower back. if you guys are sitting next to each other, he’ll keep one hand on your knee or the back of your chair, his fingers grazing your shoulder from time to time. if you guys are sitting across from each other, it becomes an intense game of footsies (sometimes leaving bruises).

➤ this man writes song after song about you. you become his inspiration, his muse. you don’t know much about songwriting and it didn’t occur to you that braeden was singing from experience. after one of the singles from the new album released, he was eager for your reaction.

“so, what’d you think,” braeden asked.

“it’s catchy,” you replied. “a little sexual innuendos thrown in there.” you narrowed your eyes playfully.

he laughed a bit. “yeah, but did you like it?”

“of course, i did. i love all your songs.” you placed your hand on the side of his face, thumb rubbing over his cheek tenderly.

braeden sighed. he grabbed your wrist, placing a swift kiss to the skin. “baby, do you really listen to the lyrics? like open your ears and let the words wrap around that pretty brain of yours?” he tapped your temple gently with his index finger.

“yes, brae, i do,” you giggled.

“then, you would know this song’s about you. along with a hundred other ones.”

“…what?”

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this is all who i could imagine while reading better than the movies

(pls manifest me for the film adaption if that means charlie bushnell or jack champion plays wes 🙌)

[lvndrfucks]

hiii !! are you able to do just cute tour moments with dylan ?? either on stage or not ?? thank u sm for writing for the wallows cuz i swear no one writes for them 😭

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆tour moments ft. dylan｡˚🐻𖤐🧋

➤ during performances, you sang clairo’s part in “are you bored yet?” you’d usually sing from behind your keyboard until fans were making comments that you should be up front with dylan during the verse.

just as you were about to sing, dylan quickly raced to your side and offered his hand out. you laughed while singing.

“feels like I've known you my whole life, i can see right through your lies.” hands intertwined, dylan led you to the front as the crowd roared in excitement. “i don't know where we're going, but i'd like to be by your side.”

your cheeks began to hurt from smiling as he circled around, his eyes never leaving yours. the two of you harmonized. “if you could tell me how you're feelin', maybe we'd get through this undefeated. holdin' on for so long.”

instead of going back to the keyboard, the two of you jumped around stage until the song finished.

➤ fans also made the connection that you and dylan often shared clothing. there were countless photos online that showed side by side comparisons of him wearing a shirt/sweater and you wearing the same one. they thought it was sweet and you thought it was cute how people picked up on the little things.

one time, during a concert, dylan decided to tease the audience a bit.

it was after you performed a song and were about to do the talking portion when dylan leaned into the mic.

he called your name. “i really like your shirt. where’d you get it?”

you glanced down, giggling a bit. “thanks. i’m not sure, actually. just something i found from my closet.”

“i didn’t know my suitcase was considered your closet now.”

the crowd screamed as you rolled your eyes playfully, waving a hand at him dismissively.

of course, there was one memorable moment in particular that was a fan favorite.

“hi, guys,” you beamed into the mic. “do you guys like my outfit?” it was a sheer lace crop top with black lace trim and gothic-inspired lettering. the top was paired with a denim skirt with a ruffled hem, giving it a playful touch. “my boyfriend got it for me.” more cheers erupted. “can we say thank you dylan?”

you laughed at the boy’s red face as half of the audience just screamed while there were a mix of thank you’s thrown in. braeden and cole thought it would be funny to thank dylan as well as they said it into their microphones.

➤ a lot of behind the scenes moments were shared online, whether they were on tour or in the recording studio. if you focused hard enough and squinted your eyes, you and dylan would be spotted in the background of certain scenes.

during the beginning of your guys’ relationship, you tried not to show too much pda in front of the camera. now, the two of you could care less.

most of them consisted of the two of you close to each other. you sitting on his lap, him having one arm around you. there would be little snippets of the two of you messing around thrown in.

as you were doing your makeup, dylan approached you from behind with a camcorder. you flashed him a small smile before focusing back to your makeup. he zoomed in on you through the mirror.

“isn’t she gorgeous?”

you tried biting back a smile, attempting to glare at him.

“see? she’s cute even while trying to be mad at me.” you placed your palm over the lens, pushing away gently. “hey, don’t hate the camera man,” dylan defended.

“go bother braeden.” you breathed out a laugh.

“fine. only because i like bothering him.”

dylan peppered your cheek with kisses, the camera only getting a shot of your shoulder when he leaned in. but the audience knew what happened.

➤ have you guys seen that one clip of ross lynch and jaz sinclair (rip) at one of the driver era concerts and she’s dancing around while he just stares at her in full admiration? and when she goes to walk away, he’s just following her with his lips pressed against hers, not wanting her to go?

yeah, that was definitely you and dylan.

during your songs, you interacted with the crowd quite a bit and liked to dance around the stage. dylan always had heart-shaped eyes watching as you pulled the silliest moves just to see him laugh.

you both leaned in for a kiss, but he didn’t want to pull away. you attempted to walk back to your keyboard, but he was right behind you with his lips still against yours. eventually, you placed your hand on his chest to pull back, cheeks red and smile so wide that it hurt.

“love you,” he mouthed.

you blew him a kiss that he pretended to hit his heart.

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Hi! I love your wallows fics sm!! I have a request for Cole and can you do one where the girl is a rockstar of her own band, I’m talking like beabadoobee aesthetic type of girl! Thank you!🤍🪽

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆we go together like the gum on my shoes｡˚🎤𖤐🪽

You first rose to fame after uploading a silly song on the internet. You didn’t think it would go viral overnight, and you certainly didn’t expect to be signed onto a record label because of it. Since then, you’ve made more music and have performed at a few festivals and events. Now, you were planning your first ever tour.

There was a bit of a debacle trying to choose your opening act until you decided to ask the fans. After hours of listening to music, there was one band that really stuck out to you. They were already pretty popular, but you had already become a fan of their music just by listening to one song.

So, you decided to contact them.

It was the first show on tour. You could hardly sleep the night before from excitement and nerves, so getting up early was a little difficult with only four hours of sleep. You still managed to put on a smile, though.

“Good morning,” you greeted the opening act band.

“Morning. Ready for tonight,” Braeden asked with a smile.

“Yeah. It’s your big night,” Dylan added.

You sighed. “I’m a little nervous, but I know that’s normal.”

“You’re gonna do great,” Cole assured.

You grinned at him gratefully. “Have you guys done soundcheck yet?”

“We’re about to go up right now. Are you gonna watch?”

“Yeah. I’m just going to make some coffee first.”

“Oh,” Cole revealed a second coffee cup, “I already made you some.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Thank you. Is there—“

“Two sugars, three creamers.”

He knew your coffee order.

Off to the side, Braeden and Dylan exchanged knowing glances and left you two for the moment.

You took the coffee from Cole and sipped lightly, also trying to hide the wide set smile growing on your face.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” you said.

Cole waved his hand. “I mean, I was a barista once.” You chuckled as the two of you walked out of the green room.

Since meeting the members of Wallows, the boys and the rest of the band had been very kind and sweet. You got along with all of them right off the bat. Since they had more experience touring and such, you often went to them for advice or any second thoughts. They were always helpful with their feedback to ensure everything went smoothly.

It was fun watching them perform. They all had that naturally confident stage presence. You always found yourself observing from the side. No matter how many times you heard the same songs being played, you didn’t think it was possible to get sick of them.

During a small break, Cole beckoned you over with a wave. The rest of the guys were busy with their own things as you walked over.

“Have you ever played drums,” he asked.

You shook your head. “I barely know a simple rythmn.”

He suddenly stood up and gestured to his seat. You laughed a bit while sitting down. He handed you his drumsticks. You felt a little bit awkward as you held them. Cole seemed to notice.

“Here.” He adjusted your fingers. Your jaw unconsciously clenched under his touch. “This is just one of the ways to hold them.”

“Thanks.” You had a hard time looking him in the eye.

Cole spent the next few minutes explaining the basics. You nodded along, listening intently. Every time he demonstrated a move, you did the same. It gained the attention of the others as they would glance back at the two of you. They all had the same thought with matching smiles.

“This is a lot to remember,” you chuckled and stood up, handing Cole back his drumsticks.

“Well, we have all of tour to practice,” he replied.

“Who knows, maybe one day I’ll come up and steal your spot,” you teased.

Cole scoffed jokingly. “I’d like to see you try.” You giggled while walking away, unaware of his stare on your lingering figure.

You could hear the chatter of the audience. It was a full house. Everyone was hyped after Wallows set, which made you even more nervous.

What if they didn’t like you? What if they only came for Wallows and left before you could go on stage? What if you didn’t do a good job like you thought you would?

All these questions circled your head. You felt like you were going to explode. There was that tight feeling in your chest and pressure on your head. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Someone knocked on the door, making you jump. Cole stuck his head in.

“Hey. We were looking for you. Are you okay?”

“No,” you immediately bursted. “I can’t go out there. What if something goes wrong? What I forget the lyrics? What if my voice cracks? What if—“

“Hey, hey,” Cole shut the door behind him and stood in front of you, “you’re gonna do amazing. All those people out there are here for you. And so are we.” He took your hands in his. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m nervous.” You breathed out a chuckle. “I don’t know why considering I’ve preformed before, but it’s different now because I have expectations to meet and I don’t know how it’s going to go. It could all go horribly wrong and then, my life is over. Maybe I should cancel—“

You gasped as Cole’s lips pressed against yours. You didn’t move. He pulled away after a few seconds. There was a look of disbelief on his face.

“I…I don’t know why I did that,” he admitted. “You were talking so fast and I had to make you stop. Not in like a rude way, but so you wouldn’t freak yourself out more. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep or anything—“

You surprised him and yourself as you lurched forward. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands settled on your waist. You could feel your body began to grow hot as the two of you moved in sync.

“Hey, guys— Woah.”

The two of you quickly pulled away and took a step back. Your guitarist looked back and forth between you and Cole.

“Um, we go on in five, so…yeah. I’m gonna go.” He shut the door behind him.

You pursed your lips. Cole scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting from you to the floor rapidly.

“We should probably go,” he uttered.

You hummed while nodding. He held open the door for you to walk out first.

“Oh, and thanks, by the way,” you paused to face him. “I think you definitely helped calm my nerves.” You started walking away as Cole couldn’t help but grin.

hera speaks!

i’m actually so surprised at the amount of requests i’ve gotten these past few days! i promise i’m working on them, it will just take some time. thank you guys for the patience and support <3

also i loved this request bc i saw beabadoobee on tour and remember thinking that her songs definitely matched wallows vibes lol

[lvndrfucks]

HIII baby, can we be friends?

— zee

queen ofc ≧◡≦

[starlessarchive]

[lvndrfucks]

i need to kiss his forehead, smooth out his furrowed brows, tell him it's gonna be ok, play with his hair, caress his face, wipe his tears away, tuck him into bed, have him take a nice warm shower, use face masks on him, make him lunches, enroll him into college with me, bandage his wounds, compliment his arms, read him bedtime stories, bake brownies with him, tell him he's doing great sweetie, be his support system

[lvndrfucks]

just wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s read my imagines and to my new followers!! i love the requests i’ve gotten and they’re currently in the works. thank you guys for being patient and the overall support <3

[tvmblrluv]

[lvndrfucks]

hiiiiii!! Would you be able to do a cute Cole fic where either the reader or him is insecure about the relationship and the other person comforts them? thanks!

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆i wish we never learned to fly｡˚⌛️𖤐🥀

The world seemed to have lost its color. Perhaps, maybe it was just your world. What was once golden turned into black and white. You carried yourself with a tight chest that was making it harder to breathe. You were suffocating. The smile on your face felt foreign, even when forced. Everything around you felt so fast, but also too slow. Maybe it was the fact you stayed in place as the world kept spinning. Why couldn’t you move with it?

Stepping out of the bathroom, Cole was already waiting for you with a smile on his face. He greeted you the same as always. A kiss on the forehead and a comforting rub on your lower back. What once was a loving gesture felt outlandish.

“Are you cold,” he asked.

Your brows pinched in confusion until realizing how tightly you were hugging your body. Your arms quickly fell to your side.

“No. Just tired.”

“You can probably sleep on one of the couches in the green room. I know these beds are way too small.”

You nodded with a tight smile.

The both of you walked into the venue where everyone was already waiting. Cole went on stage for soundcheck while you decided to sit in the audience seats.

As you sat, you wondered how you got here. Before you met Cole, you had your whole life planned out. You were on track of getting a degree in fine arts, your own living space, a well-paying job you actually enjoyed. But you let it all go in a blink of an eye. At the time, you didn’t even think of the possibilities of the future, just as long Cole was in it. Now, you felt like nothing.

You were just someone to drag along. You didn’t do anything, you didn’t help. You were just there.

A call of your name made you jump slightly. Eva appeared at your side with a small smile.

“Sorry. Do you mind if I sit?” You nodded at her question.

You couldn’t help but glance at her from time to time as she watched the band rehearse. God, she was perfect. She was beautiful, she was smart, it made your stomach churn. Not to mention she had a better understanding and experience with the media industry. She’s assisted with their music videos, manage their wardrobe, partook in social media strategies. She not only benefited Braeden, but the whole band just by being herself.

Eva felt your stare and looked at you. “Are you okay? You know, I’ve noticed you’ve been kind of quiet lately.”

On instinct, you replied, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

She didn’t seem to buy it. She turned her body to fully face you. “You know you can talk to me or Isabella about anything, right? We won’t judge. Us girls got to stick together.” Eva nudged you with her elbow softly.

You smiled before it quickly fell. You looked down. “Thanks. Um, I’m gonna step out for a minute.”

Eva nodded with a frown, watching you walk away.

During the band’s break, Eva debated on whether or not to ask Cole about you. If it had anything to do between the two of you, she didn’t want to get involved. But if this was something else bothering you, she wanted to make sure you were getting the support needed.

Eva quickly greeted Braeden before asking about you and Cole.

“What do you mean,” he asked, confused.

“Just if they’re okay. She seemed really down earlier. But I think it’s been like that for awhile and I’m a little worried,” Eva explained.

“Well, from what I know, they’re fine. Just this morning, I saw them walking in together with his arm around her,” Braeden told. “I’ll ask Cole about it. Maybe it’s like a personal thing for her.”

Eva nodded and thanked him.

Braeden waited until Cole was alone to approach him. He asked off the bat how things were between you and him, which quizzed the boy.

“Everything’s fine last I checked. Why do you asked?” Cole chuckled a bit, thinking they were overreacting.

“Eva mentioned that she looked a bit upset earlier. I think she’s out in the hallway,” Braeden said.

Cole looked around to see you were, indeed, gone. He hadn’t notice. He excused himself and went out to find you.

He found you sitting on one of the benches near the exit. Your chest heaved up and down as your eyes stayed glue to the floor. You played with the necklace he got you, a nervous habit he recognized. Your brows were furrowed together, like you were thinking really hard about something. He wondered what it was.

“Hey,” Cole strode towards you, “I didn’t see you slip away. Is everything okay?”

You paused. “Yeah.”

He sat down next to you. You didn’t look up at him. “If there’s something bothering you, you know you can talk to me.” He grabbed your free hand that rested on your knee. You didn’t react. You didn’t lace your fingers together or rub your thumb with his.

The touch was a realization.

You moved your hand away as tears welled in your eyes. You shifted your head away slightly.

“Lately…things have just been hard,” you started. “I’m not sure about this anymore.”

Cole was certain his heart stopped. “What do you mean?”

“Everything.” Your voice cracked slightly. “It’s not just us, it’s waking up everyday to do the same thing and going to bed knowing it’s going to be the same tomorrow. I feel like I’m stuck.”

“We can change that.” He gulped, wishing you’d look at him. “We can find more time to do something, just us. And I know it looks like I’m only focused on the band, but I’m not. I care about you too. You’re my main priority.”

You shook your head as a tear fell down your eye. “You shouldn’t have to change just because I’m not happy.”

“You’re not happy?”

And maybe Cole wished you didn’t look at him, because now he could see the despair in your water-filled eyes. Your bottom lip trembled as you struggled to explain yourself.

“No. And I don’t think I have been for awhile.” You turned so you were facing him, your knees touching his. “Every day, I have watched you pour your heart out doing what you love. And I am so proud of you. But this isn’t the life I imagined. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t standing around and watching you live your dream when I can’t live mine.”

“I don’t— I don’t think I understand,” Cole stuttered. “I didn’t ask you to drop your old life for me. I didn’t tell you to drop out of college, or sell your apartment.”

Your jaw clenched as you nodded stiffly. “I know. That was my fault. I should’ve talked to you more about it instead of acting impulsively. Now, I’m realizing my mistakes—“

“Is that what I am? A mistake?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“It kind of sounds like it.”

You opened and closed your mouth. You grabbed both of his hands in yours.

“I love you so much. But I put all my love into you that I don’t have any for myself. And it doesn’t seem fair.”

Cole’s eyes rimmed red. He pulled away and shifted forward.

“What’s not fair is you putting this all on me instead of telling me before so we could fix it,” Cole snipped. “I— I could’ve helped you. We could’ve found a way for you to do school, or try long distance. I would’ve been willing to try. You can’t get upset at me when you haven’t told me at all how you were feeling.”

Despite his irate nature, you remained calm. You knew he was acting upon emotion. But by the time he would figure it out, you’d probably be gone.

“I’m not upset at you. You’re right, I should’ve told you before. I was scared to because I didn’t want to worry you and have you think it’s your fault. It’s not.” You set your hand on his shoulder. “It’s not fair for either of us.”

Cole licked his lips, quickly wiping his wet cheeks with the back of his hands. His leg bounced up and down as he looked off to the side.

“So, now what? You want to break up?”

You stayed silent for a bit.

“I think it’s best if I go back home.” You sat your cheek against his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” He scoffed and shook his head. “I’m sorry for not realizing sooner. I should’ve known something was off. And now,” he sniffled as more tears fell, “now you’re leaving.”

“Cole, this isn’t your fault,” you assured. “I just need some time to figure out what I want in life.”

He looked at you. “Even if that doesn’t involve me?”

You didn’t answer.

You wiped your face to rid your tears and stood up. “I should go pack and see when I’m able to get a flight back home.”

“In a rush?” There was a hint of bitterness in his tone that you didn’t take to heart.

“The sooner I figure things out, the better.” You stood awkwardly for some time until turning to leave.

“Wait,” Cole stood up, “can I at least…”

You nodded, immediately understanding.

His arms wrapped around your figure for the last time. Your own wrapped around his chest, fingers scrunching around the material of his shirt, like you were scared to let go. Your face pressed against the crook of his neck as new waves of tears formed.

Cole had one arm around your waist as the other cradled the back of your head. He buried himself into your hair, savoring the last of your scent and touch.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered with a broken voice. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize.”

He felt your head shake. A muffled sob left your mouth.

“I’ll always love you,” you uttered.

Cole’s eyes squeezed shut. “I’ll always love you too.”

hera speaks!

yeah so this is getting a pt. 2

i was just really feeling the angst

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omg i loved the wallows fics 😭 since you did dylan blurbs, could you do braeden blurbs? tysm !!! :)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆ lil braeden lemasters blurbs｡˚🌙 ࣪𖤐🐇

➤ braeden was always a gentleman, even before you two started dating. when he realized his feelings, he started acting like a boyfriend towards you in hopes you’d catch on.

you unbuckled your seatbelt after the car stopped.

“wait!” braeden fumbled to take the keys out of the ignition and almost forgot to take his own seatbelt off while trying to open his door. you laughed as he ran to your side to open your door. he held his hand out. “m’lady.”

“why thank you, kind sir.” you stepped out, your hand in his.

one afternoon, you were preparing lunch for yourself and braeden. you heard the doorbell ring. you walked over, wiping your hands on your apron. there, braeden stood with his hands behind his back.

“hey. you’re early.” you smiled while hugging him.

“i couldn’t wait to see you,” he responded. “also,” he revealed the bouquet of wildflowers, “these are for you.”

you gasped. “they’re gorgeous.”

“i knew you’d like them.” he handed them to you while stepping inside. he placed a swift kiss to your temple.

and when you guys started dating, his acts got a little…extreme.

you were walking with the rest of the band as you guys explored the town. your arm looped through braeden’s as you stuck close to his side. all of a sudden, he stopped.

“hold on!” he detached from you to remove his jacket. you covered your mouth as he set it across a puddle for you to cross. he dramatically bowed.

“dude.” cole and dylan were laughing on the side. “she could just go around,” dylan said.

braeden glared at him. “shut up. romance isn’t dead.” he turned back to you with a grin.

“baby, i’m not gonna step all over your jacket,” you told him while giggling.

“it’s quite literally already ruined. and washing machines exist.”

you knew he wasn’t going to let up, so you took his hand and walked across his jacket. you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“thank you, my prince charming.”

braeden pecked your lips before you started walking ahead. he swiftly grabbed his jacket and threw it at the guys. they screamed in response.

➤ being on tour with the boys meant eating out. a lot. you didn’t really mind because you loved trying new food. right now, everyone was out for brunch at a buffet one of the crew members suggested. the food was more than satisfactory. everything was delicious, especially the strawberries.

you had gotten yourself a bowl of fruit to try. as soon as you took that first bite into the strawberry, you were a goner. they were probably the best you’ve ever had. you were scarfing them down, basically sprinkling them all over your pancakes.

braeden also seemed to notice your admiration for them. it was hard not to by the way you kept eyeing his plate.

he glanced from you to his plate. without saying anything, he scooped up his strawberries to give to you.

“you don’t want them,” you asked, but there was a hint of an excited smile on your face.

“nah. i don’t really like strawberries. they’re too sour, in my opinion,” he stated.

you nodded before digging in. meanwhile, dylan and cole exchanged confused looks from across the table. they waited until you went to get another plate to question braeden.

“since when do you not like strawberries,” cole asked. “remember that time you ate like half a container of them? i don’t know if those were even washed.”

“i love strawberries,” braeden said cooly. “but she loves them more.”

you had returned with ice cream. topped with strawberries, of course. you hummed in delight. you looked at the boys and pointed your spoon at dylan’s plate.

“are you gonna eat those?” there were a few disregarded strawberries covered in syrup.

dylan looked at braeden, who’s eyebrows were raised, and back to you. “no. go ahead.”

➤ it was too early in the morning. your eyes were still drooping with tiredness as you yawned every few minutes. you still lounged in your sweatpants and sweatshirt (totally not stolen from braeden) while sitting in the tour bus living room. everyone was moving around you, making breakfast or discussing the day’s plans.

braeden entered the tour bus with an iced coffee in hand. he left earlier to buy you one, which earned a complain from dylan that he didn’t get one. you thanked braeden as he sat next down.

instead of listening to his bandmates, he was too busy combing his fingers through your hair. you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there. suddenly, you felt him gathering all your hair to braid it. he had learned after watching you so many times.

he used the spare hair tie on his wrist, careful not to pull your hair. it was loosely done. you leaned back into his chest, reaching to kiss the side of his jaw as a thank you.

➤ “how does this one look?” you came out of the fitting room with a fitted white dress patterned with little red flowers and a matching red cardigan. you posed with your hands on your hips and did a quick spin.

“just as beautiful as the other ones,” braeden complimented. “i think i like this one more than the first one, though.”

“i was thinking the same thing,” you agreed. you turned around to look in the mirror once more. “i think i’ll get this.”

you changed back into your clothes and sorted out what you would be buying and leaving. you both walked to the register. when the cashier said the total, you made sure to block braeden’s view, knowing what he’d try to pull. apparently, he was already one step ahead of you as he reached over and swiftly tapped his card.

“brae,” you scolded.

he looked at you innocently. “what?”

you rolled your eyes and thanked the cashier, taking the bag. braeden laughed lightly as you both walked out of the building.

“you can’t be mad at me for being a gentlemen, hun.”

“half of my wardrobe is from your money. it makes me feel bad,” you admitted.

“well, don’t,” he responded. “because it’s my money and i get to choose who to spend it on.”

you still didn’t look at him. he leaned down to kiss your cheek, which was a little difficult considering you were both still walking. he kissed again. then, another. and another. you couldn’t help the smile forming on your face.

“thank you,” you finally spoke. “let’s go get pretzels. and don’t even think about paying this time.”

braeden held his hands up in defense as you pointed at him. he threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side, placing, yet, another kiss on the side of your head.

hera speaks!

in honor of cole’s bday…here’s braeden 🤗

[lvndrfucks]

Could you do a a cute fall Cole fic? Your writing is so cute and there’s such a lack of wallows content on this app 😭

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆ you know, i’m such a fool for you｡˚🍂 ࣪𖤐☕️

It was that time of year again. The weather had cooled, dry leaves crunched under your feet and clouds appeared when you breathed out. Arguably, the best season ever.

But, for you, that also meant a lot of work to prepare for. You had shopped for decorations ahead of time in August and they were already up by the next day. Now that it was October, though, the decor felt more effective.

Cole walked into the kitchen one morning to the smell of cinnamon rolls. He saw you cleaning the aftermath of the kitchen counter, still in your pajamas.

“Good morning,” you greeted.

He hummed, rubbing his eyes. He moved to stand behind you, one arm wrapping around your waist as he kissed the back of your head.

“It’s so early,” Cole said. “What are you doing up?”

You glanced at the oven clock. “Baby, it’s already eleven.”

He groaned into your hair. “My point still stands.”

You laughed and turned around to face him. “Once these are done, I was hoping we could go pick out some pumpkins to decorate. Oh! And we need to figure out what to dress up as for Halloween. Eva has been bragging her and Braeden figured there’s out already.”

“Well, whatever ideas you have, I’m all ears.” Your smirk made his eyes narrow. “Am I going to regret this,” he questioned.

You kissed his cheek. “Of course not.” The oven dinged, making your face light up. “They’re done!” You slithered out of his arms to take them out.

Cole chuckled under his breath. “I’ll make the coffee.”

After breakfast, you and Cole drove out to a nearby pumpkin patch. Thankfully, there weren’t a lot of people, just a few families with their kids.

“We should do that thing where we take photos with pumpkins on our heads,” Cole suggested.

“We’ll need to find one big enough for your head,” you teased. He started poking at your sides, knowing how easily tickled you were. You slapped his hands away while laughing.

The both of you continued looking. A few feet ahead, you noticed a kid trying to lift one that was almost the size of his body. Without a second thought, you walked over to help him.

Cole waited patiently as you helped the boy carry his pumpkin to his family. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket with a faint smile on his face. The family thanked you as you waved, walking away. He admired the smile on your face and the tip of your nose growing red as you stood in front of him.

“What,” you queried.

“Nothing. Do you think these pumpkins work?” He lightly kicked the ones at your feet.

“Yeah.” You both bent down to pick up your pumpkins.

Once that was done, you had Cole stop by Spirit Halloween. You were going to do a couple’s costume, obviously, but weren’t sure what as yet. Cole was messing around with the props and accessories as you walked around the store.

“Cole, I’m not dressing up in an inflatable suit,” you stated, disregarding the costume in his hand.

He placed it back on the shelf. “Why not? I think you’d make a sexy dinosaur.”

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. A gasp emitted as you spotted the perfect costumes. You raced over to pick them up. You showed Cole who raised his eyebrows.

“What?”

“This is what you wanna dress up as?” He examined the costume.

“Yeah. Isn’t it cute?”

“I’m gonna get called a furry,” he slightly whined.

“No, you won’t,” you defended. “Everyone loves Nick Wilde. Plus, you’ll see me in a sexy police uniform.” You turned the bag over to read what was inside. “It even comes with handcuffs.” You smirked while nudging him exaggeratedly.

“Hmm. Tempting.”

“And you kind of remind me of him. Tall, sarcastic, sexy voice.”

Cole’s jaw dropped. “Don’t compare me to an animated fox.” He saw the hopeful expression on your face and sighed. “Fine. I guess we can be furries together.”

“Yes!” You took both the costumes and placed them back, ushering him out.

“I thought we were gonna buy them,” he quizzed.

You scoffed. “We’re buying them on Amazon. At least I can return them afterwards. I just wanted to come here for ideas.”

Back at home, you and Cole started carving the pumpkins. He was excited about his idea from earlier.

“We should’ve worn gloves,” Cole said.

“I don’t know. I kind of like the feeling.” You scooped a handful of pumpkin guts onto a plate.

He side-eyed you. “You’re weird.” You glared playfully, slinging a bit of leftover guts at him. “Oh, you wanna go there?”

You started back away while laughing. “No, no, no, I’m sorry. It was an accident. I had a muscle spasm.” You had your arms out in front of you as he approached.

You squealed as Cole started chasing you around the counter. He eventually grabbed you from behind, his stained hands smearing your shirt. You squirmed as he purposely squeezed your sides, causing you to laugh louder.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Truce!” You shouted, out of breath. Cole was laughing as well. Now, the two of you were chest to chest. He moved your hair out of your face. “Hey, don’t get pumpkin in my hair.”

“Well, guess we gotta shower.” Seeing the suggestive look on his face made you slap his shoulder gently.

He leaned in to connect his lips with yours in a steady kiss. His palms rested on your waist while you had one on his bicep and the other on the side of his neck.

The pumpkins would have to wait.

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idk if ur taking requests but if u are can u PLEEK do dylan blurbs 🙏🙏🙏

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆ lil dylan minnette blurbs｡˚🕊️ ࣪𖤐💫

➤ it was one of those late night outings. you and your friends decided to go to a bar to kick off the weekend and just have some fun. that fun included drinking as much as possible to the point you couldn’t even walk.

which brings us to now.

one of your friends who had sobered up at the night’s end called dylan to pick you up. literally. you were passed out in the booth.

he thanked her for calling and had to haul you over his shoulder. in the car, you were in and out of consciousness, muttering nonsense. he glanced from time to time to make sure you were okay. he had to admit, it was kind of funny seeing you this way.

he carried you inside the apartment and laid you down on the bed. while you were fast asleep, dylan carefully removed the heels from your feet and changed you from your dress to one of his t-shirts. he went to the bathroom to fetch your wipes and kneeled beside you to remove your makeup.

then, he grabbed the trashcan from the bathroom and sat it on your bedside. he placed a glass of water on the table with some tylenol. it wasn’t going to be an easy recovery tomorrow. at least dylan would be there to help.

➤ dylan wasn’t the biggest social media advocate. he rarely understood what was trending nowadays and opted on trying to stay off his phone. it was hard to do, though, when he loved showing you off.

ever since you two started dating, his posts had mainly been about you. shared meals, shopping together, simply just holding hands. he wanted the whole world to know his love for you.

it didn’t stop there. you were his lockscreen, of course, and he kept a photo of you in his wallet. whenever he had to get his card out to pay, he’d always smile seeing the polaroid of you tucked away.

at first, you were a little camera shy. you’d always cover your face and complain you didn’t want your picture taken, but dylan didn’t take no for an answer.

you were minding your own business sitting on the couch, heavily engrossed in your book, when you noticed dylan’s phone pointed towards you. you simply raised the book higher to cover your face.

“hey.” his voice had a slight whine.

“can’t hear you. reading.” you couldn’t even read the words with the pages so close to your face.

you peeked your head out to see his phone still pointed at you, no doubt, recording the interaction. you rolled your eyes while dylan simply smiled.

➤ it was date night. instead of going out, you both decided to stay in. but still managed to go out? well, more like in the backyard. you guys decided to have a dinner in the privacy of your own home. you spent the evening preparing food while dylan decorated the backyard. you both decided to keep it a surprise.

“it smells delicious in there,” dylan called from the living room. you had banned him from stepping foot in the kitchen. if he needed something, he would holler out and you’d bring it to him.

“and i’m sure it’s beautiful out there!” you let out a final breath after preparing the last dish. you hoped it tasted as good as it looked.

you pushed open the batwing door and approached dylan sitting on the couch. you noticed the curtains to the backyard were closed shut. you couldn’t even sneak a peek if you tried. you leaned down to place a kiss upon dylan’s lips.

“is it ready,” he asked.

you nodded. “i’m gonna go change and then, i’ll bring the food out.”

“you don’t want any help?”

you were already walking up the stairs. “if you touch any of my dishes, i’m chopping your hands off.” his laugh echoed throughout the room.

after you changed and fixed your hair and makeup, you headed back downstairs where dylan awaited next to the backyard door. he was rocking back and forth on his feet with an excited grin.

“come on, come on.” he beckoned you over. “you have to close your eyes.”

you complied and waited for further instruction. you could hear the sound of the curtains lifting. dylan grabbed your arms to guide you outside. it was only a few steps until he stopped.

“okay, open them.”

a small gasp emitted. there were twinkling lights set up around the patio roof and covering one of the large trees nearby, a candle-lit table set up with rose petals trailing down the middle and a single flower in the middle in a thin vase.

“oh, my god, it’s beautiful.” you turned towards dylan, placing your hands on either side of his face to kiss him.

“i’m glad you like it.” he grinned. “do you need help bringing the food out?”

“no. i’ll bring it all out. you wait here with your eyes closed. actually, go wait in the bathroom.” he started laughing as you ushered him inside. “i’m serious. go, go, go.”

“okay, okay,” he called over his shoulder and disappeared down the hallway.

once you heard the door click, you quickly grabbed the dishes to place outside. your heels clicked rapidly against the wooden tiles as you raced back and forth. it wasn’t long until you were calling dylan back. your hands went over his eyes as you were the one guiding him out now.

“i already know i’m gonna love it,” he commented.

you giggled and removed your hands. “ta-da! i made chicken adobo with lumpia, and pork barbecue. plus, there’s dessert in the freezer for later.”

dylan’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. his arms wrapped around your waist, kissing your cheek once, then twice.

“you’re amazing, you know that?”

you laughed while placing your arms around his neck. “i didn’t actually. you should tell me again.”

dylan leaned in to kiss you. “you’re amazing,” he mumbled against your lips. “and stunning. and beautiful.”

you pulled away, patting his chest. “how about we eat before the food gets cold? then, i can show you how much i appreciate my handsome boyfriend.”

he raised his eyebrows, a look you returned before leading him to sit.

➤ you heard the front door unlocking from your seat on the couch. you looked over your shoulder as dylan entered your guys’ house. you smiled at him before returning to your book.

“hi, hun. how was rehearsal,” you asked.

he let out a tired sigh. “fine.” the exhaustion was evident in his tone.

you looked back up as he appeared by your side. wordlessly, he laid down on the couch with his head on your lap. you set your book aside to give him your full attention.

“do you wanna talking about it?” you fingers combed through his hair gently.

“just wanna make sure everything’s perfect,” dylan answered. “i don’t wanna disappoint the fans or anyone else. we have a few other performances that’ll be recorded along the road, so we’re trying to figure that out. it’s just a lot.”

you hummed. “you know they’re going to love whatever it is you guys decide to do. they know and i know how much time and thought you put into your work. don’t overthink it too much.” his eyes were closed, but he still nodded in acknowledgment. “how about we spend our night in and i’ll go with you tomorrow to help you with the rest of the arrangements. okay?”

dylan readjusted himself so he was facing you. “i love you. and thank you.”

“i love you too.” you leaned down to peck his lips. “do you want me to get you anything right now? are you hungry?”

he turned back over, snuggling into your lap. “not right now. this is good.” he grabbed your free hand and placed kisses over your palm.

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Hiiiii I love your writing smm and you’re one of the only people writing for the wallows 😭😭 Do you think you could do a Braeden or Cole fic where the reader’s the new photographer for the band and one of them starts having feelings for her? Thank you!!!💕

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆ you’ve been hiding in plain sight｡˚📹 ࣪𖤐💋

You’ve only had one job in your life and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You were lucky to get an opportunity like this, knowing how many would kill to be in your position. But it was also the fact you were doing what you loved with the people you loved supporting you.

You were first introduced to the Wallows members during a photoshoot. Nothing crazy, just a basic background and the boys being themselves. Despite the seriousness of the photos, they were always cracking jokes. You couldn’t help but laugh a few times with them.

“I feel like I’m doing those Kohl’s family photo shoots,” Braeden said. “Can we pose like that?”

You chuckled a bit. “Go for it.”

They lined up close together, putting their hands on each other’s waists and stared into the distance. You laughed while getting the shot.

“Okay. Why don’t we take a break and then we’ll bring in the bench prop for the next portion.” They nodded at your instruction.

While you were reviewing some of the photos on your laptop, you noticed one of the boys approaching.

“Hey. I was just wondering if I could look at how the pictures came out so far.”

“Yeah, of course.” You moved over to let Braeden view the screen.

“These are amazing,” he spoke after a moment of silence. “The lighting and everything is like perfect. How long have you been doing photography?”

“Well, I started in high school. Just taking photos for yearbook and stuff. Then, in collage, I got my Bachelor’s in Fine Arts. I didn’t get hired until two years ago,” you explained. “I’ve also done a few concerts and events.”

“Wow. Thats impressive,” he complimented. “Do you mind if I see your other work?”

You nodded. You decided to show him the photos you took from a festival at the start of your career. It was the first time you’d ever been to an event so wild and full of energy. You felt lucky to had been given the opportunity.

“Wait, is this Lollapalooza,” Braeden questioned.

“Um, I think so. I don’t actually remember.”

The further he scrolled, the more excited he became. “Oh, my God, it is! Look, there I am!” He clicked on one of the photos that showcased him singing on stage with the rest of the band.

You laughed slightly. “It was so long ago, I didn’t recognize you guys. What a crazy coincidence.”

He smiled, agreeing with you. “These photos are sick, though. You’re really talented.”

“Thanks.” You looked down after feeling your face start to warm.

“I don’t know if this seems appropriate or not, but we’re going on tour soon and we could really use a photographer. I don’t want to steal you away from your job or whatever, I just think you’re the perfect person we’re looking for.”

You must’ve heard between the lines because all you could pay attention to was the fact he called you the perfect person.

You were speechless at the offer and told him you’d have to think about it. It sounded like a dream, but you didn’t want it to backfire in the future and ruin what you’d built up so far. It took a lot of time to think over and you consulting your friends about it. In the end, you were sure you made the right choice.

The concert had just ended. Everyone was still high on adrenaline and congratulating each other on another successful show. You were packing up all your belongings when Braeden walked towards you.

“Hey, did you make sure to get my good side?” He made a model-like face that made you laugh.

“All your sides are good,” you replied playfully.

He grinned. “We were thinking of going out for some drinks. You should come with.” You hummed unsurely. “Come on,” he urged. “It’ll be fun.”

“Fine. But I’m gonna change really quick.”

“That’s fine. I can wait and we can ride together.”

As much as you got along with Dylan and Cole, you and Braeden seemed to have a different relationship. You two often complimented each other so much that it was borderline flirting at this point. On plane and car rides, you both always sat next to each other and have shared hotel rooms before. There was one incident of having to share a bed because all the other rooms were booked. Neither of you complained.

You enjoyed the company of Braeden and how you felt around him, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was more than friendly behavior.

Back on the tour bus, you put your camera equipment away and changed. Braeden was waiting in the small living room area when you stepped out. He looked up from his phone when he heard you.

“Uh, you look great. Very, very pretty.” He let out a small nervous laugh.

“Thanks, handsome.” You smiled and patted his chest. “Come on. Let’s get drunk.”

The music was loud inside. There were flashing lights on the dance floor and bodies everywhere. You and Braeden held hands while maneuvering around to find the others. For safety reasons, of course.

The others were already occupying a booth in the corner. You and Braeden managed to squeeze in, your bodies pressing close to each other. You could feel his chest against your back and he kept one arm behind you on the back of the booth.

Shots went all around, which you weren’t very fond of. Braeden laughed at your cringed face in disgust as you downed the drink. He left briefly to order something else.

“So,” a smirk painted across Isabella’s lips, “you and Braeden showed up together?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing where the conversation was going. “Yes. Just like you and Dylan and everyone else showed up together.”

She threw her hands up in defense. “I’m not saying anything. Just pointing out a fact.” You nudged her shoulder with a smile.

Braeden returned with two drinks in hand; one for you and one for him. You thanked him and clinked your glasses together.

The next hour or so consisted of laughing and drinking. In that time, your head was already buzzing and you were swaying in your seat. You gasped suddenly hearing the music change.

“I love this song!” You patted Isabella’s arm. “Let’s go dance! Please!” She laughed and nodded.

Braeden moved out of the way to let the both of you out. He wasn’t that drunk, wanting to keep an eye on you. And everyone else. He watched you and Isabella start singing along to the song, jumping around with everyone else. There was a faint smile on his face that he didn’t realize was there.

He felt someone pat his back. Dylan gave him a knowing look.

“Are you gonna make a move or stare like a creep?”

“I don’t know if she likes me like that,” Braeden told. “Yeah, I guess we flirt and stuff, but don’t friends do that?”

The whole table stared at him.

“Dude, no,” Cole said. “Have you heard how she talks to me? One time she yelled at me for drinking her Dr. Pepper. When you did, she said it was fine and bought more.”

“Trust me, she likes you,” Dylan concluded. “Go over there, man.”

Braeden looked down in thought, then nodded to himself. He chugged the rest of his drink and stood up. The boys cheered behind him.

Braeden said something in Isabella’s ear you couldn’t hear. She nodded and walked back to the table. She gave you a thumbs up over her shoulder.

“Is it okay if I cut in?”

You nodded at his question and felt your body draw closer to him. There was small hesitancy in his movements when all of a sudden, his hands gripped your waist. You raised your brow before draping your arms over his shoulders.

“Can I tell you something,” he asked.

You gulped. “Of course.”

At first, he didn’t say anything, like he was trying to find the right words. He looked into your patient eyes and decided: fuck it.

Braeden surged forward, his lips landing on yours. A few seconds later, he pulled away. He awaited your reaction. Your mouth slowly upturned before tugging him towards you.

hera speaks!

tysm for the request and i hope you like it <3 i’m working on a few more and some of my own, but requests are always open !!