#cole preston x reader

[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.

[awarnin]

can i request literally just anything written for cole… idc what you’re the only wallows writer ive been able to find and im starving for cole content 😭

Dating Cole Preston | HEADCANONS

warning: none

author's note: THANKS FOR YOUR REQUEST!! I wrote these headcanons because I thought it was something very general and you might like it, I hope you do!!! Lmk your opinion <3

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Cole is a very sweet boyfriend, little impromptu dates during the week when you two have a little free time.

A very organized person, with clear goals and objectives. He will make it clear to you what he wants for your relationship from the beginning.

I don't think he's thinking about marriage, a long-term relationship is what he wants.

Quality time is definitely his love language, he likes spending time with you, from going for a walk together in the mornings to talking for hours during the early hours.

He will definitely persuade you to play video games with him, if you don't understand them he will take the time to explain in detail how it works, and he will let you win the first few times. Only the first few times, he has a competitive spirit.

He likes to wear matching outfits with you, combine colors or textures, he thinks he's very cool.

He is a very romantic person behind closed doors, he will definitely hug you and kiss you in front of other people, but he will open up much more to you when you are alone. Sweet words every day, repeating how much he loves you.

I can imagine him laying on your chest at night just scrolling through Tiktok for hours with you, enjoying your company.

He's a very good listener, you can talk to him for hours and he'll remember every word, nothing will ever come out of his mouth.

He will take photos of you at .5x always, like, always.

He'll definitely write songs about you, little tunes that make him think about your relationship. He'll feel a little embarrassed for you to hear them at first, even though you love them.

He'll never get angry, he's anxious, and a little awkward at times, but he's a very patient person and prefers to talk to you about the problems you have before anything else.

He's a little bit jealous, nothing exaggerated, and it'll never be your fault, he's a little insecure, even though you make it clear that you love him and he's enough.

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[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ... you and cole have been talking for a few months before he decided he couldn’t take it anymore and asked you to be his girlfriend

✮ … be ready at 7 please. the message from cole read. you just finished looking at the clock right when you heard the doorbell ting. 6:50. he’s really early. you thought.

you scurried down the stairs grabbing your purse before opening the door. there he was standing in front of you with a small smile on his face. “hey, you ready?”

you nodded, “yeah i’m ready.” you started walking through the door locking it behind you. “where are we going?” you asked, fiddling with your clothes making sure you had no wrinkles in them.

he had a hand on your back guiding you to his car. “you’ll see.”

the drive to the mystery place was long but comfortable. he told you to dress comfortable because you’d both be outside so you wore jeans and a cute shirt with a cardigan over. cute but comfortable.

you finally pulled up to what looked like a recreational park. there were a couple large streets and very few people. your mind instantly figured out what he planned. “are we going to have a picnic?” your smile widened.

he laughed silently. “maybe.” he cheekily said, “don’t get out of the car. wanna surprise you.” he pointed at you before exiting the car.

you bit your cheek trying to hold back a grin. it was a few minutes before he opened your door and offered his hand. “close your eyes.”

you rolled your own before grabbing his hand and letting your eyes flutter closed. he helped you out of his car, closing the door, and moved his hands over your eyes. “m’kay walk slowly forward.” he wore a huge smile looking at his creation a few feet away from you both.

you felt your feet hit the grass, your other senses heightened. the wind blew through your hair, the birds chirped happily, it was the perfect setting. he finally put one hand on your shoulder to stop you and moved his hand back to cover your eyes. “okay, on three you can look. ready?”

you nodded rubbing your glossed lips together. he counted down his heart beating out of his chest. “okay, one…” he took a deep breath taking one last look at it before moving himself to the side of you. “two…” he moved his hands away and stepped back grabbing the flowers from the blanket. “you can open.”

your eyes fluttered open getting used to the brightness and that’s when you saw it. your eyes moved to the set up he assembled.

the set up consisted of a blanket that had tiny little canvases to paint on, a basket with practically all of your favorite things, a disposable camera, and a little board that read, ‘can i be your boyfriend?’. your eyes started to sting even more than they already were when your gaze looked up to see cole standing there with flowers in his hand. he had a nervous smile on his face fiddling with the parchment.

he took a deep breath, “so… uh — can i be your boyfriend?” he questioned stepping forward and giving you the flowers. “please?” he added.

you laughed with tears in your eyes. “oh my gosh, yes cole of course.” you grabbed the flowers giving them a sniff. “this is… this is so nice. this — no one has ever done this for me before.” you sniffled trying to hold back your tears.

“you deserve it.” he spoke softly, looking down at you. “and as my girlfriend, you’re going to keep getting treated this way.” he wrapped his hands around your waist.

you rested your head against his chest. “awh cole.” you breathlessly laughed looking at the picnic again.

he kissed your head. “i have food in the car but um… can i take a picture of you on the disposable?” he cleared his throat.

you laughe and nodded. “yes, of both of us.”

he motioned to grab the camera before bringing it up. “sit right there yeah?” you blushed moving over to sit on the blanket. you smiled with red cheeks hearing the click of the camera. “now.. both of us?” he questioned.

you nodded scooting over. you set yourselves up as he put his arm around your waist and took the picture. “can you take one on my phone please?” you asked bringing it out and handing it to him.

he brought it up taking a few photos before he turned to look at you, his hand still up and focused on you both. “can i get a kiss, please?” he had a soft smile.

you giggled. “so cute, of course.” you responded moving closer. he met you in the middle kissing your lips chastely and taking a picture. “i’m so happy right now.” he whispered against you, pecking your lips once more.

you sighed against the kiss, “me too.”

© 𝐬𝐥𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

[gyutaroz]

What do you write for? And do you take requests?

kny: all of the upper moons, muzan, any hashira, tanjiro, inosuke, genya, susamaru, and tamayo!

scream: billy, stu, wes, chad, amber, and mindy!

haikyuu!: kuroo, daichi, tsukishima, oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, sugawara, kiyoko, sakusa, miya twins, akaashi, bokuto, konoha, and yachi!

hxh: any of the phantom troupe, (minus kortopi or bololenov) leorio, kurapika, neferpito, and razor!

spy x family: loid/twilight, and yor!

wallows: everyone!

blue exorcist: amaimon, rin, yukio, bon, shima, izumo, shiemi, and shura!

mha: hawks, tsuyu, toga, ochako, iida, dabi, shigaraki, mr compress, magne, spinner, kurogiri, twice, endeavor, fuyumi,

until dawn: everyone except matt!

and yes i do take requests! (and they're open right now!!! pls spam me im so bored 😭)

this is my guide/rules!

[1980slemasters]

✩ masterlist ✩

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about me ౨ৎ im 21, my pronouns are she/her and i’m from the uk!

fic info ౨ৎ i write for all of wallows and any characters dylan and braeden have played in movies/shows! so feel free to send in any requests when they’re open! :) — just an fyi i only write female reader as that’s what i’m comfortable with + the only thing i won’t write is smut.

requests are closed! / join my taglist

last updated: march 28th 2025

newest: lazy day

braeden lemasters:

drunk on halloween

you don’t need a reason

cole preston:

actions speak louder than words (request)

lazy day (request)

dylan minnette:

overworked (request)

only ecstasy (request)

ashton irwin:

reassurance

sickness

burn out (request)

constellations (request)

inner demons

meltdown (request)

pride month

luke hemmings:

take it easy (request)

sweet melody (request)

[gemm1-peps]

okay guys i have a dilemma. do i finish this joost fic (its nowhere near being finished) OR write a cole preston fic to adress the absolute shortage of cole content.

[stapley0urmouthshut]

Y/N: Did you eat all the powdered sugar donuts?

Colby: *mouth full of donuts* No...

Y/N: Then what's that on your pants?

Colby: That's cocaine.

[imagine-silk]

Masterlist (Old)

🍮 My Favorites

AtSV

Peter B staring down Jess while hugging Autistic!Younger!Spider

Peter B taking Autistic!Younger!Spider to a meeting

DRAGON AGE

Dragon Age Inquisition characters finding comfort with you

Yan!Sera headcannon

Josephine Montilyet headcannon

Cassandra Pentaghast headcannon

Varric with a Noir Detective 🍮

Dorian, Cassandra, and Cullen finding out a Scout has a crush on Varric🍮

What if Sten was Pining

Vegas AU ideas

Okay hear me out... Trian and Alistair

Origins Fake dating ideas(Commenter has a great one for Shale)

DAI Modern summer events (Sera, Josephine, Iron bull)

You're a dark elf (Solas, Dorian, Josephine)

How they show affection (Varric, Cullen, Morrigan)

Their child is sick (Cassandra, Josephine, Vivienne)

Pining over a scout (Varric, Cole, Josephine)🍮

Days Recovering; One, Four

FALLOUT

Fallout Yan!Dudes with a courser s/o who left the Institute

Yan!Cait w/ Institute scientist Darling

Sole turns into a supermutant

Preston reacting to Sole w/ Auditory processing disorder (APD)

Yan!Girls Meeting your Assaultron Girlfriend

Yan!Girls w/ a tourist Darling

Reactions to terrifying super-ghoul

Super-mutant wing-man

Sole's accidental trick-shot

Sole painting companions in a surreal art style

Missing Sole turns up as a glowing ghoul

Girl companions meeting your ghoul parents

Sole sobbing uncontrollably when they come back from the Intitute

Modern!Companions comforting reader after a pet death (Not dogmeat's)

Cartoon door beat-up thing

Sole high on painkillers confesses (Deacon, Preston, MacCready)

Yan!Danse and Haylen react to Sole being former Enclave

Yan!Girls react to you saying you want to have a baby w/ them

Yan!Girls react to Sole leaving to hunt down an item and returning months later

Insults between dumb and dumber

Sole having four arms

Peaceful!Sole finally snapping at an ungrateful settler

Telling Yan!Girls you were once in the Enclave

Shooting Yan!Girls w/ a bubble gun🍮

Pouring your heart out to Yan!Girls

Companions gaining fire abilities

Companions (+Proctor Igram) react to a ripper doc

Life w/ Codsworth after the bombs dropped

Reader giving love-nips (Hancock, Nick, MacCready)

Scribe Haylen headcannons

Piper Wright headcannons

React to a magical girl w/ guns

Hancock, Deacon, Nick, and MacCready react to M!SS who shaves too much and ends up with a babyface

Companions react to Pacifist!Lycanthrope!SS who is stuck in werewolf form🍮

MacCready, Deacon, and Danse after a gore-y fight with blood everywhere🍮

X6-88's guide to cure love sickness🍮

React to the song Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Chipper!SS breaking down after going to the institute

React to the song Glimpse of Us by Joji

Child giving them a friendship braclet (X6-88, Cait, Vadim and Yafim)🍮

Taking care of a Asian!Teen!SS(Travis Miles, Nick Valentine, Deacon)🍮

Deacon traveling with a Vampire SS(not romanced)

M!SS is protective over non-human companions (+Kent, Sturges)🍮

House husbands (Preston, Hancock, Deacon)

Favorite place to go for a date (X6-88, Preston, Hancock)

Yandere (Cait, Curie, Piper)

Having a trouble-making twin (Hancock, Nick, Piper, Deacon)

Yandere Preston, Gage, Danse

Relationship milestones (Deacon, Preston, Gage)🍮

Modern Companions

Modern Companions Love Interest/Ocs

You have a stutter (X6-88, Hancock, Piper)

When someone reacts negatively to them being a synth (With no interference)

What their kisses are like (Deacon, Hancock, Curie)

What are mornings like (MaCready, Cait, Preston)

Danse and Nate smut I wrote drunk

MARVEL🍮

Marvel characters being inebriated

Finding a portrait of them you painted

Secretary!Trilogy!Peter finding out he's in love with you

Natasha and sleepy kisses

Secretary!Spidermen; You doze off

Secretary!Spidermen; Winter dates i guess

Secretary!Spidermen (MCU, TASM, Trilogy, Peter B., Miles Morales)

Secretary!Spidermen; Getting you ready before a meeting

You're a Slime (Peter, Tony, Bruce)

Glass in my hands (Scott Lang/Fem!Reader)

DBH

Yandere husband!Hank + son!Connor x willing!Darling

Supernatural lore ideas

Gavin having a surgeon husband

"You're so cute." (Hank, Gavin, Chloe)

Hugging them out of the blue (Hank, Gavin, Chloe)🍮

You don't like androids (Simon, Luther, Markus and Carl)🍮

Meeting your parents (Hank, Markus, Gavin, Elijah)

Darling is very tactile (Yan Connor, Hank, Gavin)

Misc.

Please I need this Bagginshield ending

Yandere Elliott

Yandere Sam, Sebastian, Emily

Star Trek: Next Generation; Having a crush on Data (+Socially awkward)🍮

Overprotective!Yan!Parvati/Nyoka + trying to escape

Parvati romance headcanons (still ace)

[starshipsofstarlord]

Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born in 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and is the bassist and songwriter of Wallows and is best friends with her bandmates Dylan Minnette, Braeden Lemasters, and Cole Preston and she helps 5sos write songs for the album Calm and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in the good way) with shipping?

Wallowing

ashton Irwin x wallows!reader / masterlist

warnings; references to sex, swearing, threats

“Come in babe.” You opened the door, inviting your boyfriend Ashton into your flat. He had been having a hard day at the studio, and had asked if it was alright if he came over. Of course it was, but he had got a warning prior to his arrival, that they would not be alone, and that if he wanted to clear his head, it was certainly not the right place.

“Fuck you, you’re supposed to be on my side man!” At the sound of Dylan, yelling at whom you supposed to be Cole, you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as you welcomed your partner into your home sweet home. Out of all days, they had to be playing COD in your apartment today.

“Sorry bout that.” A light grimace filled your face, but instead of giving you criticism, Ashton simply laughed, following you through the apartment, as you tried to slowly pass behind your band mates who were occupying your living room.

“Not so fast young Sixx, get your well endowed ass back here.” A sigh fell from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at Braeden, pausing your movements as he turned to lean against the back of your couch to peer over at you. “We need to have a conversation little lady.”

Groaning, you threw your head back, smiling a small apology towards Ash. “We were going to go to my room, I’d rather just you guys play my PS4 without needing to interact with me face to face.”

“Would you rather he FaceTime you whilst you’re getting down and dirty, or stand there like a kid’s doll and allow him to pull at your arm?” Dylan mumbled, as you crossed your arms, Ash greeting your band mates as you moved towards the tv, reaching for the side button and turning it off.

“Y/n what the hell?” Cole half screamed, breaking loose as he was close to finally beating Minette and killing his gamer character. His hands flailed as he expected an answer, raising in the air as he held the remote.

“I could ask you the same thing Preston, so what’s the schtick that’s making you keep me here, in my own apartment?” He gulped as you enquired at him, raising your brow, as you leaned back into your partner who stood awkwardly behind you like a supporting shadow.

“Congrats on the album Irwin, it’s great to see our own band member aiding your band. CALM is sick, and she makes me feel the same, just in a different manner.”

“Stop being a salty little bitch would you?” You asked, smacking him on the upside of the back of his head. He rutted his head back, clasping the behind of his scalp with his palm, firmly turning back to cast an icy glare towards you.

This was the normal behaviour around here, you all enjoyed getting under each other’s skin. It was a sign of true friendship, that whilst sometimes still triggering some real annoyance, that made your bond of being band mates that much deeper.

They were doing the same thing to you now, speaking prolifically showering your boyfriend in compliments, to side swab you with cockblockery. In all honesty, whenever Lydia or another girl was on the premises, you returned the favour, though that did not your pulsating frustration decrease at all.

“I’m going to assume there’s a problem here. Are you sure now is a good time for me to be here?” Ash asked reassuringly, his gentle touch applying a loving presence upon your shoulder, making you smile despite the situation that was running through the discourse of your veins

You craved him, to feel his body atop, or under, or however else against your own. It was infuriating to endure how your band mates dragged their greeting to him out, all you wanted was to discard his and your own clothing, leaving it as a jumble of forgotten material on the floor whilst the pair of you were caught up in mess upon the mattress, limbs inclined to coil around each arch, and breaths long overdue and escaping into the air.

“It’s a good time for you overall pal, considering that your sales are sky high, taller than this one that is practically trying to hump your arm. No problems with your presence, except the fact that it’s turning little Brandi’s baby’s hormones into overdrive.” Braeden spoke, earning a guttural growl out from your throat, as your nostrils flared furiously at his words.

If you didn’t get on with it, then the Red Sea of the month would cause a flood that would stain your underwear. You’d have preferred to take action before that happened. “The work isn’t just on my shoulders loser, if you want a worldwide selling album, put in some elbow grease, instead of playing stupid games.”

“I’m good, and by definition that makes you stupid, because they belong to you.” He remarked, Cole chuckling and offering him a high five.

“I could just kick you out.” You promptly supposed, as Dylan messed around with his phone, surrendering to the game, as he ran his hand to define the ruggedness of his silvery blue locks.

“Band rules say no to that.” Braeden stated. “And Ash, feel free to replace this one, we could do a switch. You’re basically ready to move in together, so we wouldn’t have to go anywhere else to have rapid fire nights.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” Your boyfriend asked, and you, without any thought or hesitancy, shook your head. He certainly didn’t need to know about that, it was, least to say, a mess.

There would be dares, and drinks, and tattoos put in the most awkward places with that artist set that you kept very far under your bed. It was a shock that Ashton hadn’t seen the word ‘narwhale’ on the heel of your foot, or maybe he did, and decided against saying anything.

“I put up with these idiots.” Dylan sighed, though as you whipped your head around, you saw that he was not speaking directly to any of you, instead, his

“He’s on fucking insta live.” Cole realised, leaving over to get his face in the mirroring of the stream, waving a hand to the fans that spewed hearts onto the corner of the screen.

“Prick.” You called Dylan out, watching as he laughed at your lack of amusement, and poised the self proclaimed camera towards you, also catching the person beside you in the view.

“Calm.” Ashton softly spoke, sending you a small and reassuring smile, which you were defeated to not permit the same in return

“Funny pun Irwin, but shut up.” You laughed, and shook your head, him finally catching onto what he had said.

“Yes that is the incredibly talented 5SOS member Ashton Irwin. I know right, what is he doing with us?” Cole read, watching as Dylan rolled his eyes at his band member’s behaviour, wanting to get his phone back, though his attempts were lacklustre.

“Or more specifically, her?” Braeden asks, walking behind the sofa and grasping him, dragging him closer to where the phone was propped in Cole’s hand, giving the fans a clear image of his face. “Is he joining the band?” He reads from the flood of comments. “I wish, but we don’t draw that much talent.

“Speak for yourself.” You groaned, walking closer, leaning your head over Ash’s hunched shoulder, releasing an awkward smile as he raised it, gently bumping your chin with the slope of his muscle. “Rude.”

“Where are you guys? Well, we’re at y/n’s apartment. She just got back and dragged this old slugger in off the streets. How charitable.” Cole spoke, smiling up at Irwin as he lightly punched his face, already too comfortable with his hovering presence.

“Why is he there? This one makes me laugh, quick shag, ain’t that right buddy?” Braeden thoughtlessly worded, his eyes going wide in an instant as the fans quickly tended to the realisation of what he had meant. “Fuck, oops I guess.”

To say that you were furious was an understatement; you could feel an ache in your hands, wanting to tear the idiot into dismal pieces until there was nothing salvageable left to fix.

“You guess?” Dylan snickers, covering his mouth with his hand whence he saw your murderous expression conquer features. It was vastly more terrifying than any anger you had ever portrayed, and he could feel the couch moving as Braeden turned, and squirmed from the sight.

“Lemasters, imagine your head on a stick. That is going to happen, when I get my hands on you, your gonna turn cold as I strangle the living shit outta-“ Ashton grabbed you, as your arms tried to grasp and throttle your band mate, flopping in the air, intently furious at his revealing slip up.

“I think imma go.” He bolted, and as you struggled out of Ashton’s grip, you ran after him, out your front door and through the modesty of your building.

“She forgot her key.” Ashton noted, coming around and sitting with the remaining pair on the sofa. “How one of you think it’ll take for them to return?”

“As long as it takes for her to kill him.” Dylan grasps his phone back, fluttering his gaze over the comments. “They’re kinda cute together, found my new OTP. Sorry Dylan and Lydia. Oh don’t worry, that’s fine, we gotta take what we get and currently y/n’s not getting any because we have a tendency to cockblock her.”

“It’s our duty as the men of the band.” Cole spoke, a scream reverberating through from the hallway, audible to those online that were watching the two worlds merging.

“I think she got him.” Ash said, smirking lightly, as he heard your voice bellow out in rage against the male. Yep, your band was messy, but his wasn’t much different. He could certainly get used to it.

[lvndrfucks]

It was early when the band and crew arrived at the venue. You were lying backstage on the couch, scrolling through your phone. Everyone else was moving around you, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit sluggish.

You were so distracted on your screen, you didn’t realize one of the boys coming up and wiggling their way into your arms. A small groan left your mouth at the sudden weight.

“Why?” Your voice strained.

“You’re tired. I’m tired.” That was all Cole said with his head lying on your chest and arms wrapping around your body.

Before you could respond, the both of you groaned this time as Braeden decided to be the cherry on top.

“I love you guys,” he sighed happily.

“I…can’t…breathe…assholes.”

Dylan, who was sitting a few feet away, was recording on his phone. He giggled quietly zooming in on his bandmates. He captioned it “hard at work” before posting it on the band’s story.

You slapped Braeden’s arm with all your strength. He eventually got up and Cole sat up, as well, letting your legs rest on his. You took in deep, dramatic breaths.

“That actually felt nice,” you admitted. “I was getting cold.”

Cole playfully rolled his eyes. “Do you want me to get your blanket?”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. We’re gonna rehearse anyways and I gotta do my makeup after. And figure out what to wear.”

“Wow. Someone’s unprepared.”

You sat up and punched his arm. You let out a yelp while running away before he could get you back.

The whole band was on the stage for soundcheck. You had just finished rehearsing one of your solo songs and waiting to continue with the setlist. You stretched your arms above your head, letting a large yawn out. With a large sigh, you laid flat on the stage and stared up at the ceiling.

You still sang into the microphone softly to test the levels. Dylan noticed the videographer recording for the behind the scenes and decided to mess with you a bit. He placed his guitar down and started towards you.

A small screech escaped as you cowered behind your arms at Dylan’s attempt to jump you. He laughed as you tried stretching to kick his legs. He ended up grabbing your ankles, threatening to use you as a mop across the stage. This time, you were laughing while trying to break free.

You made Braeden carry you backstage after soundcheck was done. He dumped you on the couch.

“I smell tacos,” you spoke.

“Maybe because there’s tacos,” Dylan replied.

With a gasp, you sprang up and made a B-line towards the food. A few chuckled at your sudden enthusiasm. After piling the food onto your plate, you sat down on the floor in front of a full length mirror to start your makeup.

Cole glanced at you from time to time at your multitasking. He started to notice the frustration on your face as you kept trying to tuck your long hair behind your ears or keeping it from falling over your shoulders.

He walked over and wordlessly sat behind you. He gathered your hair back gently and used the spare hair band on his wrist to tie your hair back.

(Dylan and Braeden saw this as a photo opportunity.)

You thanked him, continuing your makeup. He didn’t move from his spot and watched you work.

“Should I put glitter on,” you asked, looking at Cole over your shoulder.

“Why wouldn’t you?” He grinned.

“I don’t know. What if I start crying or something? I can’t put on eyeshadow because I get all oily and sweaty.”

He chuckled. “Why would you start crying?”

“I don’t know! I’m a very emotional person.” You sighed and faced the mirror. “Fuck it, I’ll just put it on.” You leaned in closer to the mirror to place glitter in the inner corner of your eyes.

Cole thought it was a perfect time to take a photo through the mirror. (And Braeden took a photo of him doing so.)

You groaned suddenly. “You know what. I should’ve put the glitter on right before we go on stage. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“How was I supposed to know?” He threw his hands up while laughing. “It’s okay. You can just reapply it later.”

“It’s not the same,” you pouted. “It’s not fresh.”

Cole placed his hands on your hips, kissing the back of your head. “It’s okay,” he reassured. That seemed to have done the trick as you relaxed. “But don’t put on your lipstick yet because you always complain about ruining it. Then, you end up having to take it off and rushing to put it back on.”

“Ugh, you’re right.” You placed the lipstick back in your bag. “You’re so smart.” You turned your head to place a kiss on his cheek. “Come help me pick out an outfit.”

The two of you stood up, you holding onto your plate of unfinished tacos tightly.

Cole sat in one of the chairs as you looked through your suitcase. Well, you were actually throwing all your clothes onto the floor trying to look for specific pieces because you had a vision.

“Okay,” you started and faced him, “long sleeve with my black mini skirt and knee high boots. And,” you reached into your other bag, “this white belt or no?”

He tilted his head in thought. “Definitely white belt.”

You nodded and set them aside. “That settles that. See? I’m not unprepared.”

“No, you’re just messy.” He gestured to the clothes littered around the floor.

You waved your hand dismissively. “Part of the process.”

You started folding your clothes to put back. Cole moved next to you to help.

It was nearly showtime. You were currently getting your mandatory photoshoot. The boys often liked to crash it, just like now.

Braedon peeked his head in before standing right in front of you with a wide smile. You pushed him aside, the camera capturing your faux annoyed expression. After he left, Dylan passed through and the two of you took a few serious shots. One of the both of you leaning back against the wall and another with your arm resting on his shoulder.

When Cole entered the room, your smile seemed to have widened. You beckoned him forward. He shook his head at first until you seized his arm and pulled him to your side. He tried maintaining a straight face, but it was hard to when you were looking at him with heart-shaped eyes. The both of you ignored the ongoing clicking.

“You guys go on in five,” the stage manager announced.

You thanked the photographer and joined Dylan snd Braedon on stage. Before you and Cole could separate, he held onto your arm and pressed a brief kiss upon your lips. You smiled as he pecked again and again.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too.” Your thumb rubbed over his cheek.

Cole settled himself on his drums while you at your keyboard. You glanced back at him, giving a small wink just before the lights dimmed.

“All the things you don't wanna let go…”

hera speaks!

i recently saw wallows in concert and it quite literally changed my life. then, to my disappointment, there was a serious lack of wallows fics! so i’m making it my duty to fix that.

if you have any requests, i encourage you to send them. the fluffier the better!

(can you tell who my fav is…)

[awarnin]

Hiii!! I love your work sm and I was hoping you could write a cute Cole fic. Nothing too heavy just something light and fluffy!! Take your time though I know you must have so many requests LOL Thank you <33

Wired earbuds | COLE PRESTON X READER

synopsis: he finds a way to communicate with you.

warning: none?? a fight is hinted at in the past.

author's note: Hi baby!! Thank you for the request <3 I had a lot of fun writing it, i hope it lives up to your expectations. Thanks for the compliments and waiting patiently. Let me know what you think!! p.s: Is the correct word "earbuds"? HELP PLS

wordcount: 4.6k

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The sunlight streaming through the window softly fell over the room, giving it a warm and peaceful air. You were sitting on the bed, with a light breeze coming in through the open window, barely moving the curtains. Your clothes were light, and the atmosphere felt perfect for relaxing. You closed your eyes, letting the moment calm your thoughts as the sun's rays touched your skin. You were trying not to think about the argument you had with Cole that morning. You knew it had been a pointless fight, one of those where by the end, it's not even clear how it started. Even though it wasn’t worth it, the tension still lingered in the air.

Suddenly, you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door. You slowly opened your eyes and saw him. Cole stood there, leaning against the doorframe, a look of regret on his face. He held his phone in one hand and a pair of wired earbuds in the other. He looked a bit ridiculous but also vulnerable. His eyes met yours with a mix of uncertainty and hope.

"Do you want to listen to TXT with me?" he asked, his voice soft, almost as if he feared you would reject him. You knew this was his way of apologizing. Cole had never been good with words when it came to expressing his emotions, but through music, he could say what he couldn’t any other way.

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. You were sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the surprise of his proposal made you smile a little.

"Seriously, Cole?" you laughed softly, unable to stop thinking about how awkward yet sweet he looked. You knew he was trying, even if it wasn’t his strength.

He chuckled too, shrugging, trying to lighten the moment. "I’m trying, you know?" he said as he moved closer to the bed. He dropped onto the mattress next to you, his head landing near your hip, and he looked up at you with a shy smile.

"Are you coming?" he asked, extending the other earbud to you with one hand while still looking at you with that mix of nervousness and affection. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling. His way of apologizing was odd, but you knew he meant it from the heart.

You lay down next to him, resting your head near his while both of you stretched your legs in opposite directions, taking up most of the bed. The mattress sank under your combined weight, creating a little bubble of intimacy. You could feel the warmth of his body close to yours, giving you a sense of calm after the discomfort of the morning. You took the earbud he offered and put it in.

As the sound filled your ears, you recognized the song. "Can’t you see me?" by TOMORROW X TOGETHER began to play softly. It wasn’t a surprise; you understood why he chose that song. It was his way of expressing himself, of telling you he saw you, that he regretted what had happened. The lyrics spoke of misunderstandings, of wanting to be seen, of doubts and insecurities, reflecting much of what you both were feeling in that moment.

You closed your eyes again, letting the music speak for him. You knew it was hard for him to say what he felt after a fight, but this was his way of letting you know he was sorry. Through every note, you could feel his apology, his desire to make things right. You allowed yourself to relax, letting the warmth of the sun, the softness of the mattress, and Cole’s closeness wrap you in a sense of peace. Everything felt lighter.

When the song ended, there were no words for a while. Both of you remained silent, listening to the lingering echoes of the music still resonating in your mind. Without saying anything, Cole rested his head against yours, your hair brushing together, and you felt him let out a small sigh, as if the tension from the fight had finally melted away. But his question still hung in the air; he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

"Are we okay?" he asked in a low voice, almost afraid of the answer. The way he said it made your heart tighten a little.

You slowly took out the earbud and turned to look him in the eyes. His pupils reflected the soft evening light coming through the window, and in them, you could see the sincerity of his concern.

"Yes, love. We’re okay," you replied with a calm smile. You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if that small gesture was all he needed to hear.

You felt his body relax even more beside you, and you, too, felt at peace. You knew arguments were inevitable, but you also knew that what mattered was what came afterward. Cole, though not always with the right words, always found a way to make you feel safe. And in that moment, under the warm sunlight with the music still in the air, everything felt right again.

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[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ... on the evening of your birthday, cole tries his best to make it as special for you as he possibly could

✮ … it was a normal week leading up to your birthday, or so you thought. cole wasn’t acting overly suspicious or anything, but there were little things that felt slightly off.

there were moments when he stepped outside to take a phone call, but when you questioned him about it, he'd always say, "oh, just work stuff," shrugging it off. of course he wasn't glued to his phone but there were moments hed check it and quickly put it away. not in a sketchy way you thought, just enough to make it seem like he was managing something... you just didn't know what.

your birthday had finally come and he woke you up with breakfast in bed. sweet and simple and you appreciated it more than he knew. “thank you so much.” your face was flushed when you sat up in bed as he brought the platter of your favorite breakfast food to you.

he smiled down at you with adoration. “anything for you.” he said softly. he then left because he had to quote ‘take care of some stuff.’

you felt a pang in your chest. of course you were grateful for the sweet breakfast but you had thought you were going to be able to spend the whole day together.

you didn’t want to sulk in bed feeling sorry for yourself so you took it upon yourself to go out alone. there’s nothing wrong with going out alone, if anything it’s therapeutic.

so, you put in a cute outfit and went out to go get some of your birthday freebies. you then stopped by the park to sit and listened to music before getting a text.

after the interaction you headed straight back home. as you were turning the corner you called him. “i’m here.” you spoke.

he shuffled over the phone really quickly hoping that he didn’t give away anything. “coming. stay there.” he said and before you knew it he was waiting out front in the driveway.

you parked and waited until he came to the drivers side. “you wanna drive?” you asked.

he smiled. “do you have to go pee still?” ignoring your question.

you raised a brow. “yeah so can we speed it up?” you joked grabbing his hand as he helped you out the car.

he shook his head, heart pumping out of his chest. “no no it’s okay the reservation is actually for another thirty minutes i got confused. go ahead and go pee.” he said with a cheeky smile on his face.

what is up with him? you thought to yourself. he seemed up to something. you didn’t have any more time to think on it before you muttered a suspicious okay before turning the door knob to your front door and the second it swings open — “surprise!”

the house was filled with your close friends, cute string lights, birthday decor, and a huge birthday banner hanging across the room. there’s music playing, a cake sitting on the table, and the whole place just felt warm and inviting. it was perfect.

right behind you was cole, watching with that signature grin, clearly proud of himself. “happy birthday, baby.” he grabbed your hand lightly, the little touch giving you the butterflies that have never gone away.

“oh my gosh how did you do this?” you laughed in disbelief.

he shrugged, “you made it a little difficult when you left but we pulled it off.” he pulled you in by the waist. “i hope you love it. i’d do anything for you.” he kissed your head.

© 𝐬𝐥𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

[gyutaroz]

~♡ WALLOWS MASTERLIST ♡~

gyutaroz

《guide》

fluff = 🐸, angst = 🐍, thirst = 🐢, pictures = 🦜

COLE PRESTON

- appreciation (🦜)

DYLAN MINNETTE

- nothing yet

BRAEDEN LEMASTERS

- nothing yet

[1980slemasters]

could you write something with cole preston thats a fluffy slowburn?? thank youu!

hi!! thank you so much for sending this request in. i’m so sorry it’s taken me soooo long to get around to it but i did have fun writing this little cute cole slow burn <3

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actions speak louder than words

pairing: cole x reader

summary: you and cole had liked each other for a while but never seemed to know how to tell each other

warnings: none

word count: 2.2k

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relationships could be hard.

more specifically, it was starting one that seemed to be the issue for cole preston.

everyone knew that you and cole had feelings for each other. except… either of you.

there had been so many times that your friends had expected cole to ask you out, or that cole did something obvious that seemed to go over your head.

cole did tend to be a subtle person, he didn’t make things overly obvious, just things to make you happy or make you see that he liked you more than a friend.

you were similar, reserved, quiet, shy. you’d done small things to show you cared about cole, little subtle touches here and there. but you never knew how to take it further.

today was like any other between you both. you’d been hanging out with friends after dinner, both of you trailing slightly behind.

“you think they’d wanna stop for ice cream?” you asked cole, walking side by side.

“who wouldn’t want to?” cole laughed.

“okay yea,” you nodded. “it’s getting kind of late though.”

cole shrugged, placing his hand on your back as you both started to walk faster to catch up with your friends.

thankfully, they all agreed on ice cream. finding the nearest parlour to stop at to grab some.

as you waited in line, you were deciding on which flavour to get, when cole thought of an idea. he knew you both had similar tastes, wanting to try this.

“why don’t we share some ice cream?” he suggested, leaning closer to you for a moment.

“yea, totally,” you agreed, not thinking anything of it. “can we get chocolate?”

“whatever you want,” he smiled.

after cole ordered and payed for your large ice cream, you sat down at a table with your other friends.

cole let you start eating some ice cream first as he held the pot between you both.

it was only once you’d almost reached the bottom that you grabbed onto cole’s hand, brining the pot closer to you to try and finish it.

at the warm touch, cole stopped eating, looking at you, watching as you happily enjoyed the last of the ice cream. as you turned to him, cole laughed softly.

“what?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“here, you have ice cream on your chin,” he chuckled, grabbing a napkin from the table.

he gently wiped it away, making eye contact with you after. you smiled at him, he smiled at you. and he went to speak… before one of your friends interrupted. thinking it’s about time to head home.

cole lead the way out of the ice cream parlour, feeling the wind chill hit him after taking a few steps.

you hugged your arms around yourself, sure it wasn’t this cold before you went inside. you’d only been in there for a short amount of time.

after cole noticed, he didn’t think twice about it. he took his jacket off, quickly hooking it over your shoulders.

you held onto it for a moment, “aren’t you gonna get cold?” you questioned, not wanting him to be cold too.

“i’ll be fine,” he shook his head. “just wanna make sure you’re warm enough.”

you kept his jacket hanging over your shoulders, noticing cole rubbing his hands up and down his arms to keep himself warm.

“just— come here,” you placed your hand around the top of his arm, pulling him closer to wrap your other arm around his. “is that a little better?”

you looked up at him, the close proximity adding more warmth to the chill in the air.

“much better,” he stayed as close to your side as he could.

it was the perfect end of the night for both of you. apart from the fact neither of you talked about liking each other, yet again.

it wasn’t until a week later that cole saw you again. he’d asked if you wanted to come over and hear a new song he’d come up with.

you’d never turn that down.

when you arrived at his house, it was quiet, only him at home. you’d assumed this was a band song that they’d all be here for but obviously not.

as you walked inside, you were sure you could smell fresh cookies, confused as cole wasn’t one to do any baking.

“what’s that smell?” you asked.

“oh!” he grabbed your hand, pulling you along to the kitchen. “i baked cookies.”

he picked up the dish, placing it down on the counter in front of you. you frowned at him as you picked one up, examining it.

“you baked cookies?”

he folded his arms in defeat, “okay fine i bought cookie dough and made them into cookies.”

you laughed softly, taking a bite of the first cookie, “they’re delicious,” you smiled. “so, this song you wanted to play me?”

cole’s eyes lit up at the reminder of why you were actually here. he started leading you towards the living room where his laptop was set up, ready to play the song.

“it’s just a little thing i put together,” he explained as you sat on the couch right beside him. “i haven’t got the instruments down completely yet but—“

he got cut off from talking, someone knocking at the door. he closed his eyes in frustration, wishing someone wasn’t interrupting.

cole quickly got up, opening the door to see braeden standing there, dylan walking over from his car.

“what are you guys doing here?” cole asked as they invited themselves in.

“dylan got an idea and thought we could— oh, hey,” braeden waved at you as you appeared from the living room. “oh.”

he turned to cole. cole widened his eyes. then dylan walked inside, smiling over at you before seeing the expression on cole’s face.

“we can come back another day,” dylan said.

“you’re already here…” cole sighed. “might as well stay.”

after that day had been partially ruined, cole was kind of annoyed he didn’t get to have alone time with you.

however, you were the one to suggest hanging out next.

you invited cole over to your place for a movie night. you hoped it would be nice for you both to have an evening together, just talking, watching a movie and relaxing.

he arrived in perfect timing, right as the pizza you had been cooking was about to be ready.

“hey!” you happily greeted, letting him come inside. “pizza is ready, you can pick a movie.”

cole was happy with doing that, getting himself comfortable on your couch in front of the tv. he scrolled through some movies, trying to think of a movie you’d want to watch.

as you made your way into the living room with one large cheese pizza, cole decided on tangled. it was one of your favourites, you never seemed to pick much else.

you placed the pizza in the middle of the couch, you and cole sitting either side to make sure you both got your fair share of pizza.

it was a little ways into the movie once you’d both finished eating. you moved the empty pizza plate onto the small table in front of you, instantly moving to sit next to cole.

on the tv, the main romantic scene started playing, and cole couldn’t help but shuffle in his seat slightly.

he glanced over to you, seeing you were focused on the movie, giving him a chance to subtly place his arm behind you on the couch.

you noticed a moment later. instead of sitting still, you moved closer to him, allowing him to put his arm around you as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“comfortable?” cole asked, wanting to make sure before going back to the movie.

“yea,” you nodded, cuddling up closer to him if that was even possible.

this was the closest either of you had ever been. it was just you two, alone, watching this movie, nothing had ever been better.

you were sure this was the most amount of butterflies you’d ever felt before. sure your heart had begun to race being this close to cole.

both of you stayed like this until the end of the movie. but even then neither of you wanted to move.

cole’s hand gently ran up and down your arm softly, you breathed quietly, enjoying this comforting feeling of him holding you.

cole wanted to ask about what was happening so badly. he was feeling things for you, but he didn’t know how to go about it. his nerves getting the better of him yet again.

“do you think we should um—“ he spoke quietly.

“oh, yea, totally,” you started slowly sitting yourself up. “i should um, put some of this stuff away.”

you got up from the couch, beginning to clear a few things up, cole being left sitting without you next to him.

it was at that point he knew something had to change.

a few days after your movie night, cole texted to ask if you wanted to get lunch with him. you said yes of course.

he picked you up, took you down town to the place he knew was your favourite cafe. purely because they sold, what you considered to be, the best avocado toast ever.

and they served it all day which was a plus.

you both sat down at a table next to a window, scanning over the menu to decide what to eat.

“so,” cole cleared his throat, causing you to look at him. “you’re gonna get avocado toast i assume.”

“yea i don’t know why i’m reading through the menu,” you laughed. “i get the same thing every time.”

you scanned over the menu for a moment more, until your eyes landed on something at the bottom.

“you’re gonna get the vegan burrito,” you looked over to him.

“how do you—“

“you said it’s the only place that the vegan one is better than the actual meat version,” you explained. “i remember how much you loved it last time.”

it was in that moment he realised… he wasn’t the only one who had been keeping track of your favourite foods. you’d been doing it for him too. seeing as you’d only been here with him twice before.

you both ordered your food, talking like normal as you ate and had a nice time just hanging out together.

once the check was brought over, cole noticed you were reaching for some money, but he was quick to stop you.

“i’ll pay today,” he smiled.

“oh, are you sure?” you asked. “we normally split it don’t we?”

“it’s okay,” he told you. “i’ll get it.”

you nodded, letting him pay for your meals. you got up to leave shortly after, stepping outside into the warm sunshine.

neither of you were sure where you were walking to, but every now and then cole would glance over to you, seeing you seemed happy to be here with him.

you stopped to sit down on a bench after a while of walking. trees casting some shade across you, sitting down close to cole, legs touching.

it was slightly breezy, a few leaves flowing off of the trees around you. it was only when one fell onto your arm, that you noticed in the corner of your eye that one had got caught in cole’s hair.

you reached over to him, brushing the leaf from cole’s head. he looked at you, expecting you to sit how you were a moment ago. but you didn’t.

you brushed your hand through his dark hair, fiddling with the curls as you finally made eye contact.

“today has been nice,” you spoke after a moment.

cole reached to take your hand in his, smiling softly, “yea,” he agreed. “it’s been good, just the two of us.”

he sat up properly, leaning closer to you. he cupped your cheek softly in his hand, caressing his thumb back and fourth. the fact that you didn’t move or flinch was a good sign.

“you know,” cole took a breath. “i think we should talk.”

you kept looking at him, not speaking or even asking what he meant.

“i need to tell you something,” he continued.

it was silent for a moment, and instead of talking, he slowly got closer, hand still on your face. and then… he kissed you.

as he moved back from you, he saw the shocked expression on your face. he couldn’t tell if you were happy or if he shouldn’t have done that.

“i thought you said you were gonna tell me something,” you laughed softly.

“well,” his hand fell from your face, now holding your hands in his. “actions speak louder than words, don’t they?”

“they do,” you felt a blush rising on your cheeks.

you both sat there quietly after that. one of your hands intwined with cole’s, your head rested on his shoulder as you couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face.

“so, i’m gonna assume that was okay,” cole suddenly said.

you leaned to look up at him, “more than okay,” this time you were the one to lean up to kiss him softly. “definitely more than okay.”

cole tucked your hair behind your ears as he took a breath, “can i take you on a date?” he asked.

“i’d love that.”

he smiled bigger than you’re sure you’d ever seen him smile before, happy that this was happening, that you’d finally gotten to this point.

you wrapped your arms around him, cuddling up to him as you both enjoyed this warm and peaceful afternoon together.

it felt like everything was right with the world. and as long as you and cole were together, things would be perfect.

✩ ✩ ✩

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[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Hey sweetie what are your next new imagines keep up the work ❤️

Hi! The next few things I have to post are a mix of imagines and instagram au's! Here they are:

Request: riverdale cast x fem! Reader

reader HATES getting compliments, not that she doesn’t appreciates them but she just gets uncomfortable and doesn’t know what to say, the cast is chillin in the cast tents talking posting on the insta story playing games etc. Jordan being the annoying but loving cast mate that he is start gives her a compliment and she visibly gets so uncomfortable and everyone sees that so they keep spitting compliments at her until she gets up to walk out of the tent but drew stops her saying they’ll stop so she sits back down, then cole spits out another compliment and she through a her water bottle at him

Request: Sonic Boom anon here! Can you do another Instagram edit where the band has a new album? The songs on the album are the band’s new original songs Animal I Have Become, World So Cold, Break, Over and Over, I Hate Everything About You, Never Too Late, and Pain and a cover of I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, a cover of Poison by Alice ear Cooper, and an acoustic cover of The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.

Request: Can you do an Instagram edit where Y/N is the songwriter and lead guitarist of Wallows and occasionally provides backing vocals and she is best friends with her bandmates Dylan Minnette, Braeden Lemasters, and Cole Preston and dating Ashton Irwin and the only child of Izzy Stradlin, and can her face claim be redheaded Katherine McNamara? Izzy Stradlin is his stage name. His real name is Jeffrey Dean Isbell. The reader’s name is Y/N Isbell.

Request: Hiii! Can I please request a Sweet Pea x Soft!Northsider!fem!reader where she’s hanging out at the White Wyrm with Pea, Jughead, Betty, Toni, and Fang, and she gets cold so Sweet Pea gives her his Serpent jacket to wear? Idk I think it’d be super adorable because the jacket would be huge on her and Pea would be so soft with her, while the other Serpents are watching this scene in amusement and disbelief 😂 (I’m sure there’s be at least a couple Serpents who aren’t happy because a Northsider is wearing a Serpent jacket)

I also have a few of my own things to post so we're going to be very busy! Have a good night anon!

[merakiaes]

The Tracker’s Sister - Reg Slivko

Pairing: Reg Slivko x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: The title is horrible but I really couldn’t think of a better one so I hope you’ll be willing to ignore it hahah😭 Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes, I hope you like it. Let me know what you think xx

Wordcount: 4377

Summary: Captain James Conrad’s younger sister comes along on the ship for the mission on Skull Island, and catches the eye of a certain brown-eyed soldier. 

Somewhere in Saigon, district Quảng Nam, you were sitting in a club and casually reading a book, completely uncaring about the fact that you were the only woman there who wasn’t a stripper or an escort, and also about the fact that your brother’s harmless game of pool had turned into a full-blown fight and that he was now beating on his opponent and his friends with a broken pool stick.

You were used to this kind of behavior at this point. You weren’t very bothered by his aggressive habits, knowing he could hold his own more than well enough – much to the dismay of anyone who happened to land themselves on the receiving end of his temper.

You simply sat there at your table, wetting the tip of your fingers in order to flip the page of your book while James flipped one of the guys to the floor and hit another in the face, declaring himself the winner in well under a minute.

And that’s when they approached him, two men you had never seen in your life before, finally causing your attention to leave the book.

“An uncharted island?” Your brother’s eyebrows shot up in an unimpressed manner as the man who had introduced himself as Bill Randa explained the mission for him, and so did yours, before you moved your eyes back to your book.

“Let me list all the ways you're gonna die.” He continued, raising his hands and beginning to count off his fingers. “Rain, heat, mud, disease-carrying flies and mosquitos. Sure, you could load up on the atabrine for the malaria... But what about the other bacteria?”

“And don’t forget the things that will try to eat you alive.” You spoke up flatly, without looking up from your book.

The two scientists turned to look at you, and the youngest of the two, Brooks, gave you a look. “Who are you, again?” He asked, and you simply spared him a glance and a raised eyebrow.

However, you immediately went back to the book in your hands, letting your brother do the talking.

At the question sent your way, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into his seat, setting his stern gaze on the young scientist. “She’s my sister.” He replied. “So I would watch that tone if I were you.”

A look of realization crossed over his face, and Randa cleared his throat, motioning for the money laid out on the table. “We'll double that.” He said.

“You have no idea how dangerous this is.” James wasted no time in replying. “I want five times that. Plus, a bonus if we make it back.”

“If?”

“Pay him.” Randa said, waving his hand. “I mean, I think Mr. Conrad should be fairly compensated.”

Brooks nodded, and Randa gave your brother an expectant look.

“So that’s it then?” He asked. “You’ll come along?”

“I’ll agree to it.” James nodded. “But my sister is coming.”

The two scientists instantly exchanged a doubtful look. “I don’t think-“

“If she doesn’t come, I don’t either.” James quickly interrupted him, giving him a stern look.

This time, it was returned, their demeanors turning sour. “If you bring her along, she’s your responsibility.” Randa said. “We’re not going to let inexperience jeopardize this mission, let’s make that clear.”

At this, you finally had enough of just sitting by and listening in, closing the book in your hands and looking up at him with a heavy sigh. “With all due respect, sir, the only thing I’m good at is reading. I have no interest in going to an unexplored island.” You told him in a flat tone, your face equally as neutral.

“Do you take me for a fool?” James joined in. “You really thing I would bring my nineteen-year-old sister along on a life-threatening mission? She’s staying on the ship.”

“Obviously.” You added, watching as Randa’s face pulled into a tense and awkward smile.

“Of course.” He nodded. “You’ve got yourself a deal then. We look forward to seeing the two of you again soon.”

With that said, the two of them stood up and left, and come the next evening, James and yourselves were boarding the ship with your bags slung over your shoulders, ready for a new adventure.

Or, well, James was. You weren’t really the adventurous type, but rather more of a sit in silence and read kind of girl, something you’d inherited from your late mother.

When James joined the army and went out into the world to follow in your father’s footsteps and honor his name, you stayed behind in your hometown with your mom, and you remained there until she passed away when you were sixteen and James became your only living relative and therefore also your legal guardian.

You’d been on the move with him ever since. You wished he would settle down somewhere and stop accepting missions that put his life in danger, but that was more so for his sake than for yours because you didn’t really mind moving around, and at the end of the day, it was your only source of income.

So you made the best of the situation every time, this time being no different. 

You happily greeted anyone you came across on the ship, and you also took it upon yourself to introduce your brother seeing as he was too distrusting to do so himself.

Other than a dozen scientists, you got to meet with Preston Packard and Jack Chapman, who both greeted you with respect even though you would be doing nothing to contribute to the mission, something that instantly brought your mood up.

After that, James and the rest of the scientists and soldiers who would be coming along to the island were called to a briefing, leaving you to get settled in yours and James’ shared room on your own.

In the briefing room, everyone of significance were gathered and divided into their respective groups, soldiers on one side and the scientists on the other, the latter sitting quietly and awkwardly, but the former chatting away like it was just any other day.

And right now, you were the topic, and Reg Slivko being the victim of his fellow soldiers’ torment.

“I heard he brought his sister.” Cole said, pushing on Reg’s shoulder lightly and flashing him a playful grin. “She’s supposed to be your age.”

“Oh, I met her just a few minutes ago.” Jack joined in, smiling. “A fine looking young lass, good manners, and funny too.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively at the youngest soldier, and Reg was all in on it to a start, laughing along with them.

“You hear that, eh?” Mills said, smirking mischievously. “Maybe this is the time where you finally meet your match, get lucky and lose your V-card.”

At that, everyone but the boy on the receiving end of the jokes broke into loud laughs, his face pulling into an angry, offended glare. “How many times to I have to tell you? I’m not a virgin!” He exclaimed, which only made them laugh louder.

“Keep telling yourself that, man.” Mills slapped his back, not at all fazed by the glare he got in return.

None of them got the time to say anything else as Jack was called to the front and the subject was changed, all of them turning serious – as serious as Reg Slivko could get, that is.

About half an hour later, the briefing was all over and done with, and you were still in yours and James’ room, the latter not yet having returned.

You had made it a habit a long time ago to not fall asleep until he was there to sleep too, so you occupied yourself with the cassette player you had brought with you.

It was an old and worn-out player, however. It tended to stop working every once in a while, one of those times being right now, of course when James wasn’t there to help you fix it, leaving you to annoyedly fiddle with it yourselves.

You had no idea what you were doing, though, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you did, strings of curses leaving your lips.

Reg Slivko was in a mood as good as ever, whistling a happy tune as he walked through one of the many corridors of the ship, heading in no particular direction.

It was then that his ears picked up on the light, gentle voice from one of the open doors ahead, and more specifically the colorful language said voice was spilling out.

The contrast caused his eyebrow to raise in surprise and mild interest, his whistling coming to a stop and his pace slowing down.

He instantly realized who the voice had to belong to and when he reached the open doorway and peeked his head inside, he got it confirmed when his eyes found your form sitting cross-legged in one of the two beds, cursing and roughly handling a cassette player.

His face instantly pulled into a wide grin, at first because he realized you were extremely attractive, and then because he, for some reason, found your frustration and the accompanying pout on your lips extremely cute.

He stayed right there for a moment, amused at the fact that you hadn’t noticed him yet, but when he noticed you becoming too aggravated, he raised his hand to the doorframe and gently knocked on it, watching as your head whipped around to face him.

Your eyes were wide with surprise and your heart beating hard and quick in your chest, but when you regained your composure, your face instantly pulled into a smile to match his own.

“Oh, hi.” You greeted him, and he wasted no time in pushing himself off the doorframe to step inside your room.

“Do you need help?” He chuckled, motioning for the cassette player in your hands with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

Your smiled turned shy, your eyes flickering down to the device. “Would you mind?” You asked carefully, looking back up with a sheepish chuckle. “I'm afraid I’m not nearly as handy as my brother. I’ve been trying to get it to work for an hour but can’t seem to figure out what the problem is.”

He chuckled right back, coming over to you. “I don’t mind at all.” He said, motioning for the bed. “May I?”

You wasted no time in scooting over to make room for him, and in turn, he wasted no time in sitting down.

You wordlessly handed him the cassette player and he immediately started working on it, pressing and twisting all of the buttons first, and when getting no response from the device, he turned it around and peeled off the plastic piece at the back.

From then on forward, you had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but not even a minute later, the cassette player released a rustling noise, and not long after that, music filled the room.

A proud grin overcame his features, and your lips pulled into a wide smile too.

“Wow, that was quick.” You said, taking the player back from him when he held it out for you, looking up to meet his eyes. “Thank you.”

He casually shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t mention it.” He said, holding your gaze for a moment before nodding to the player in your hands. "You've got good taste in music." He complimented, and you chuckled.

“James isn’t too fond of it.” You replied, eyes squinting playfully. “Would you believe me of I told you he likes classical?”

“It’s always the ones you least expect who do.” He snickered, before sticking out his hand. “I’m Reg. Reg Slivko.”

You turned off the music and put the cassette player to the side, and took his outstretched hand in yours, giving his a soft shake. ”I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you Reg Slivko.”

“Pleasure’s all mine. It’s not every day a guy meets a girl as pretty as you.” He answered smoothly, his demeanor taking a more flirtatious turn.

You chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “Does that usually work on girls?” You asked, tilting your head and squinting your eyes.

“I wouldn’t know.” He only shrugged, his smile softening. “I signed up for the army the second I graduated and I wasn’t very popular in school.”

You hummed, the playfulness melting off and being replaced with sincerity. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” You said softly. “I was something of an outcast myself.”

“Really? I find that very hard to believe.” He said, his flirty smile returning. “Pretty, funny, polite. You don’t strike me as an outcast.”

Your entire body turned warm at the compliments that never stopped coming, and you hoped to God that he couldn’t see the blush rising to your cheeks. “Tell that to Theresa Jackson.” You chuckled, back, and before either of you could say anything else, James walked in.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, slowly walking into the room and causing the two of you to turn to look at him.

“Oh, James.” You instantly smiled at the sight of your brother, holding a hand out to the boy next to you. “This is Reg.”

“Slivko, sir.” Reg quickly added, clearing his throat and the humorous, flirtatious demeanor melting right off.

James hummed, obviously not impressed, and raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what business do you have in my sister’s bed, Reg Slivko?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes at that, the smile falling from your lips.

“He was just helping me fix my cassette player.” You said, giving your brother a pointed look.

In return, he raised his eyebrows at you, silently asking you “are you sure that’s all there’s to it?”, but before either of you could say anything else, Reg got up to his feet, standing up from your bed with a shrug.

“I was just about to leave.” He said, and James didn’t miss a beat, giving him a nod and a narrow-eyes look.

“I’m sure you were.” He agreed, lips pulled into a tense and sarcastic smile.

Reg nodded, and after sparing you one last glance, he walked right past your brother without another word, taking a right in the corridor outside and disappearing from your view.

The second he was gone, James closed the door to the room and flicked off the light in the roof, instead moving over to his bed where he turned on the table lamp standing beside it.

Falling back on the bed, you clasped your hands over your stomach and heaved a heavy, over-dramatic sigh. “You’re the worst.” You told your older brother in a grumble, and all he did was chuckle in response, the two of you going to bed shortly after.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you wanted to do was to find Reg and talk to him again, but your brother had other plans, dragging you along for the entire first half of the day.

By the time he finally let you go off on your own, you couldn’t find Reg anywhere, and when you did some time later, he was out on deck joking around with all of his soldier-friends, drinking beer, listening to music and playing around shirtless in the afternoon sun.

You weren’t a very big people-person, hence the foul mood you had been in when in the club with James two night prior, so you weren’t very keen on approaching him when he was surrounded by people.

Unfortunately for you, that was pretty much all of the time for the rest of the journey, so eventually you just gave up and stuck to your brother’s side.

You reached your destination in what felt like no time, and soon, the morning on which your brother and the others would be flying to the island was upon you.

You were going to be staying on the ship with most of the scientists and didn’t really have to get up early, but you were still up and at it at the crack of dawn to help your brother prepare and to see him off, the two of you currently standing out by the choppers where everyone were pulling their own weight to get everything packed up.

“Go talk to her already.” Mills told his fellow soldier where they stood on the other side of the deck, sparing him a glance while he packed the record player into its briefcase. “You’ve been standing here staring at her for ten minutes now and it’s starting to get weird.”

Reg’s head instantly whipped around, his eyes leaving your form to meet his friend’s gaze. “What? I’m not staring.” He denied his accusations, glaring.

But Mills obviously saw right through him. “Uh-huh.” He said, giving him a deadpan look and raising his hand to his chin. “Is that drool I see?”

“What? No.” Reg hurried to bring his hand up to his chin to wipe it, finding that there was, in fact, no drool there.

His reaction brought a laugh from Mills, who shook his head at him in amusement. “Idiot.” He said simply. “We leave in less than an hour and you’re going to regret it if you don’t go talk to her, so go say goodbye. Go.”

He shoved at his shoulder and Reg held his hands up, backing away. “Fine, fine! I’m going!” He said while glaring, turning around with another word and approaching you where you were leaning against the side of one of the choppers, your brother luckily occupied with talking to a scientist.

You noticed him approaching instantly, your back straightening, your arms uncrossing from over your face and your lips pulling into a smile.

“Hi.” He was the first one to speak once he reached you, and you wasted no time in replying.

“Hey. You ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He smiled back widely, and then his confidence took a sudden turn, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his head awkwardly. “Hey, listen, I was wondering if, maybe, when we get back to the mainland, we could go out for a movie, or dinner, or something.”

You raised an eyebrow, the smile playing on your lips widening. “Like a date?” You asked, and he shrugged.

“Yeah. I mean, if it’s- if you want to. And if it’s okay with your brother.” He trailed off towards the end, his eyes flickering to something over your shoulder

It was only then, when you turned your head around to see what he was looking at, that you noticed James had now abandoned the conversation he had previously been having to listen in to yours instead, his pointed stare never wavering from the boy in front of you.

“You know what? I don’t-“ He started, but you immediately cut him off by throwing your hand out to slap his chest.

His eyes flickered down to meet yours at that and you glared. “Don’t you have someone else to bother? Go away, please.” You told him, and with a long look at Reg, he did as told, picking up his bag and leaving you alone.

Once he was out of earshot, you turned back to Reg with a smile, your head nodding. “Dinner and a movie both sound nice.” You agreed. “But for now, your main focus should be coming back in one piece.”

His entire face was lit up in a huge grin, and a chuckle left his lips at your words. “I can promise you that I will.” He said, and you snickered back, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You said, the two of you then walking over to where the others were getting ready to board their assigned choppers.

You said goodbye to both Reg and your brother, the latter of the two goodbyes being a bit more sentimental, James hugging you close and kissing the top of your head, making you promise to be good, as if you were ever anything but.

Once they had left, you were on your own with literally no one to talk to, and you found yourself at wit’s end trying to find something to occupy yourself with.

You’d brought books with you but only three, and you were a quick reader, all of them being finished within two days. And just your luck, your cassette player chose the most horrible timing to stop working again, and no one on board knew how to fix it.

But just when you thought you were going to die from boredom, they returned, and you wasted no time in running outside and sprinting straight into your brother’s arms, only then realizing how worried you had been.

When you came back apart, you looked up at him with a worried gaze, taking note of how roughed up and exhausted he looked.

“Are you okay?” You asked, and watched as his lips pulled into a tight smile.

“I’m alright, don’t you worry.” He assured you and you smiled back, nodding your head.

Your smile faltered as soon as it appeared, however, when you spotted another familiar face behind him, and James instantly noticed, stepping to the side to give you free passage.

“Go.” He said, and you gave him a doubtful look.

“Are you sure?” You asked, and he simply nodded.

“I have some business to take care of. We can talk more later.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, your feet moving you in the direction of Reg just a second later. 

Mills was the first one who noticed you approaching and slapped his friend’s shoulder, causing him to look up.

He barely even got the time to process your face, before you had reached him and pulled him into a careful embrace.

“Oh.” He mumbled into your neck, eyes widening in surprise. But he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you back, melting into it. “Wow. I could get used to this… You smell really good, has anyone ever told you that?”

You chuckled at his words and much to his dismay, the warmth of your embrace was gone too quickly, the two of you stepping away from each other again.

You immediately began looking him over for injuries, and you instantly spotted the torn up fabric of his pant-leg, or more specifically the wound peeking out from underneath.

Your eyes flickered back up to his, and you raised an eyebrow. “What happened to the promise of coming back in one piece?” You asked, and he shrugged, giving you a small smile.

“My leg is still attached to my body, isn’t it?” He pointed out, bringing a chuckle from your lips.

“Yes, I guess it is.” You agreed. “Can you walk?”

His face turned serious at the question. “I’ve just spent the last twenty-four hours running from a lizard with teeth the size of my head. Pretty sure that proves that there’s nothing wrong with my leg. Just a scratch on the surface.”

At the sound of his words, your interest was immediately piqued, but you knew it was neither the time nor place to ask about it.

“Well, we should still get it cleaned up.” You told him, reaching out and taking his hand in yours. “Come on.”

He did nothing to protest, limping slightly in his step as he followed you into the ship where you brought him to your room.

You instructed him to sit down on your bed and left him alone for a few minutes, heading off to the medbay where the other survivors were being checked over, to retrieve a medkit.

Once you had everything you needed, you returned to your room and wasted no time in getting to work, starting off with cutting off the lower part of his pant-leg and then moving on to clean the wound.

“You don’t have to do that, you know. I’m very well capable of patching myself up.” Reg told you as he watched your hands work, leaning back on his palms to be able to keep his leg straight out in front of him.

You glanced up at him at that, raising an eyebrow. “Are you complaining?” You asked, your lips pulling into a smile when he immediately shook his head.

“No. Definitely not.” He said, and you chuckled.

“That’s what I thought.” You said, turning your attention back to his leg with a shrug. “And besides, you owe me a date. Can’t have you dying on me from an infected wound.”

In the corner of your eye, you noticed him nodding his head. “A very valid point.” He agreed, and you smiled, finishing up bandaging his ankle.

“Exactly, now turn around. I need to clean the cut on your shoulder, too.” You instructed him, making a “turn around” motion with your finger.

He wasted no time in obliging, bringing his leg down from the bed and turning around. “Yes, ma’am.” He said, grabbing ahold of the upper hem of his shirt and tugging it up to expose his back to you.

In turn, you wasted no time in soaking a fresh cloth with alcohol, preparing to clean the cut stretched out over his shoulder blade.

“So, where are you from?” You asked, trying to make some light conversation.

“Detroit, born and raised.” He replied without missing a beat and you hummed, reality coming crashing down on you and dampening your mood significantly.

“I’m from London, if you hadn’t already gathered that from the accent.” You told him lowly. “I guess that date is going to be harder than we thought, huh?”

But much to your surprise, he only shook his head. “That won’t be a problem. I’d-“ He cut himself short for a moment, a hiss leaving his lips when you pressed the cold, alcohol-soaked rag to the cut.

But he regained his composure rather quickly, glancing over his shoulder to meet your eyes. “I’d follow you anywhere.” He finished, giving you a crooked, goofy smile.

You automatically smiled back, the two of you holding eye-contact for another moment before he turned back around to allow you to finish patching him up, both of you knowing you would continue the conversation later.

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