#Dylan Minnette

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can you do a fluffy braeden or cole fic!! anything works honestly just a feel good happy thing🫶

hi!!! thank you for your request!! this isn’t the fluffiest thing ever, but i hope its fluffy enough! i thought it was cute nevertheless!! :) i also apologise if it seems a tad rushed, I’ve been slightly busy but really wanted to write this one!!

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ꨄ︎ dig what you dug

pairing: braeden x reader

summary: you work at a coffee shop and braeden starts being a regular just to see you

warnings: none

word count: 1.9k

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Another day, another morning clocking into your job at your local Californian cafe as a barista and occasional register worker.

You wouldn’t describe it as your dream job, or even a good job at that. It was boring, sometimes tiring depending on what the customers were like each day. The only good thing, was getting free drinks on your shifts.

Every now and then, you’d get a few nicer customers who would ask how your day was going, or even give a tip for not doing a lot. Nevertheless, it was appreciated.

Today hadn’t been the best of days. Someone ordered a drink and insisted it was made wrong, one of your coworkers spilt a drink half way through making it and got it on your new jeans, and a couple of customers had been ruder than necessary when you were just trying to do your job.

Which is why it was a relief when someone sweet finally came up to order.

“Hi, what can I get you today?” You asked.

He was still reading over the menu board behind you, seeming as if he hadn’t actually stepped foot into this cafe before. Maybe he just moved here? Or maybe he just wanted something different.

“There’s a lot of options, I know,” you laughed softly, causing him to look at you again.

“Yea, sorry, I haven’t been here before,” he smiled. “Any recommendations?”

You were surprised someone was actually asking for your input, so it took you a moment to remember which drinks you liked from the cafe you work at.

“Well, my favourite is the iced mocha,” you glanced up at the board. “Or the matcha is good too, or we have the french vanilla iced coffee…”

After a pause, he finally decided, “I think I’ll try the matcha.”

“Perfect,” you keyed that into the register, brining up a price for him.

While he payed, you grabbed a cup, noting onto it which drink he wanted along with a smiley face as you often did.

“Can I get a name for your drink?”

“Braeden,” he smiled. “Thank you.”

“It’ll be ready for you down the far end,” you nodded in that direction. “Have a good day.”

“You too!”

As he walked away, and you handed over his drink to be made, you let out a breath. Finally, someone nice had come into the cafe today.

Working this job made you realise a lot of people lack their manners these days, but guys like Braeden remind you that kind people are still out there.

You were sure you’d probably never see him again after that. It was rare you’d get a ton of returning customers on the same days you were working.

That’s why you were slightly surprised a few days later when you were handed a cup with the name Braeden on it. An order for an iced mocha.

Maybe it was a different Braeden.

Either way, you got on with your job. You made his iced mocha as you usually would do, placed a lid on the cup, along with grabbing out a straw for the drink.

You stood at the collection counter, looking around, “iced mocha for Braeden!”

As he walked up to the counter, you recognised him instantly. The same fluffy brown hair, sparkly green eyes and that sweet smile.

“It is you,” you said as you handed his drink over.

“Had to come back and try the mocha,” he took a small sip. “I remember you said it was your favourite, right?”

You were surprised he had remembered, enough to come back and try it too? That’s not something anyone had done before after you gave recommendations.

“Yea, it is, I’m glad you remembered.”

Just as he went to tell you what he thought of the drink, your name was getting called, getting your attention to where there was a line of drinks to be made, and only one other barista.

“Oh, right, I better get back to work,” you told Braeden. “Enjoy your mocha.”

“Thanks,” Braeden held his drink up.

As you picked up the next drink, Braeden found himself looking at you again before he went to leave. He thought you seemed kind, more talkative than other people he’d met working at cafe’s.

He turned to leave, heading out of the door, unknowing that you had looked back over at him before he left. Thinking the same of him as he thought of you.

But he was just another customer, there’s no way he’d come back in at the same time you were working another day.

You were wrong again.

“Braeden!” You called out. “Just iced coffee today?”

You handed his drink to him with a soft laugh. He took hold of it shrugging lightly.

“Needed some stronger caffeine,” he explained. “Got a busy day coming up.”

“Anything fun that I’d be jealous of since I’m working all day?”

“If you can play a guitar,” he paused. “Then maybe.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “guitar?”

“I’m in a band,” Braeden whispered as if it was some huge secret. “Called Wallows, you should totally look us up.”

“Oh, trust me I will,” you nodded, already grabbing your phone from your back pocket. “I hope whatever you’re doing today goes well.”

Braeden began to step backwards, “I appreciate it!” He waved as he started walking away from the counter.

A band. You thought to yourself. How cool. You typed his band’s name into the search on your phone, showing results of Braeden along with two other members.

You would’ve found more, if you didn’t have to get back to work. But you made a mental note to remember to listen to his music after your shift today.

Maybe if he comes to the cafe again, you’d be able to tell him what you think of his music. If he comes back.

It was a couple of weeks later the next time he made it in. You thought he’d stopped coming, but no, he was standing ordering another drink at the register.

“Your guys here,” your coworker walked past you, nudging you on the shoulder as they did.

“My… guy?” You looked over to the counter, seeing Braeden there.

Your guy? Is that what all of your coworkers know him as now? He waved as soon as he saw you’d spotted him, and of course you waved back.

Instead of waiting for his drink to get called, he made his way straight over to where you were standing at the collection area.

“Hey stranger,” you looked up at him, pausing to call out someone’s drink before continuing. “How are you?”

“Yea, good, you?” He placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“I’m great, thanks,” you leaned against the counter, hands atop it. “Haven’t seen you for a couple weeks, thought you might’ve got bored of our drinks.”

“and not come back to see my favourite barista?” He chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

Those words left his mouth before he could think about it. He just called you his favourite barista. For some crazy reason, it caused butterflies to appear in your belly. That wasn’t normal.

“So uh, I know you’re obviously just working here,” he looked down at his feet. “Are you free anytime soon?”

“Are you asking me out?” Your eyes widened.

“I mean— like for coffee, or whatever works or—“

“I’m busy the next few weeks,” you rushed out, sounding like you were turning him down.

“No, no, yea, that’s fine,” he nodded.

It was quiet for a moment after that. Until his drink got passed to you. You picked it up, seeing his name on it.

“Matcha for Braeden!” You called out, trying to lighten the mood with a joke. “Is that you?”

He rolled his eyes, taking his drink from you, “I’ll see you around, yea?”

“I’ll be here.”

Once he left, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. Did you take his question the wrong way? He couldn’t have been asking you out since you’ve only been talking when he’s ordered drinks.

Sure, he just wanted to meet up to get to know you outside of your job, but perhaps deep down he really did enjoy seeing and talking to you more than just casually.

You tried to forget about it for now, you put it down to not being used to guys asking you out for things.

However, when he didn’t come back in for another couple of months… you wondered if you’d said something wrong. Did he take it as rejection? Did he think you didn’t even want to see him again? Maybe he really wasn’t coming back this time.

You couldn’t have known that the only reason he hadn’t been in was because his band was on a tour.

There was one day, you weren’t thinking about Braeden, weren’t wondering if he would come back. You were finishing up your shift at the end of the day, cleaning the counter as the last few people had their drinks made.

That’s when he walked in.

As soon as he stepped foot into the cafe, he was looking for you, eyes immediately locking. He waved awkwardly, so did you. He ordered a drink as usual, and then he stood waiting.

Looking at you for a moment, made him realise how much he’d missed you, how after such a short amount of time he already wanted to get to know you more, to see you more.

You called out a few peoples drinks before Braeden’s was made and handed over to you to call out.

You looked at him, “mocha for Braeden!”

He took a few steps forwards, you pushed his drink towards him. Braeden didn’t pick it up right away, taking a breath before talking.

“Sorry it’s been a while,” he felt bad, even though he couldn’t help it.

“Almost thought you’d found a better coffee place,” you still managed to crack a joke.

He laughed softly, “Yea well, maybe I love the way you say my name,” he ran a hand through his hair. “Might’ve wanted to hear you say it again.”

This time you blushed. He definitely saw. Of course he did, he was standing directly in front of you.

That was when you realised how much you’d missed him. Practically still a stranger. A stranger that you’d loved seeing as a regular in here, that you liked talking to. That you wanted to see more often.

This was new for you.

“If you really want to hear me say your name again,” you tried to sound flirty, unsure of if it worked. “You should give me your number.”

He smiled, taking his phone from his pocket to hand it to you, when your coworker cleared her throat. A few drinks waiting to be called out to customers who came in after Braeden.

He noticed, stepping to the side, “you close in ten minutes?”

You nodded, “grab a seat or wait outside?” you asked softly. “As soon as I clear up here I’ll be with you.”

Braeden smirked, “yea? You’ll be with me?”

You folded your arms and shook your head, “go enjoy your drink,” you laughed.

He held it up, as he had previously, taking a sip before walking away, making sure you saw where he was sitting down.

As you called out the next few drinks, you smiled to yourself. This one guy, this one sweet guy, had made your job a lot better. In the most unexpected way, you’d found someone who actually wanted to talk to you more.

And you couldn’t wait to really get to know him.

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[tanktophotties]

[joshuaballsett]

[kitc0nn0r]

[supfag]

DYLAN MINNETTE

[h-yalexaaaa]

gotta love the nerdy weird awkward but confident at times men that are so attractive for no reason

[felixlefebvre]

DYLAN MINNETTE at WALLOWS concert.

[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…)

[nobitchs-world]

If I ever get these men in my claws I will transform into the ultimate freak

[milogirtheim]

[rageisinourveins]

ARE YOU BORED YET? (x)

[heustons]

Dylan Minnette as Wes Hicks SCREAM (2022)

[joshuaballsett]

[shirtlesscelebsofdaworld]

[awarnin]

NSFW Alphabet | DYLAN MINNETTE HEADCANONS

warning: NSFW content (obvs lol), chocking.

author's note: my first time writing smut FUCK. please be kind, constructive criticism is welcome. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3 my inbox is open if you have a request or want to chat!

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a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dylan will take care of you always, during and after sex. He will pick you up and carry you to the shower, gently wash your hair making you feel comfortable and loved. He likes to make sure you’re okay.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He LOVES your hips. He loves being able to grab them and pull you towards him to feel your bodies collide. He does it everywhere, in private, when you’re talking to someone, when you’re distracted. A discreet act but sexy enough to turn you both on. As for himself, he’s been working on his arms lately and is very comfortable with the results. He knows you like them, and he likes that.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum on your stomach, seeing you lying there, defeated and with your puppy eyes waiting for him makes him give himself to you with such fervor. Plus, he'll always make sure you cum before him.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I dare say he's always had the fantasy of cuckolding. The idea of seeing you with another man turns him on a lot.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Experienced enough to know what he's doing, but he'll always ask you what you like and if you're comfortable with what he's doing.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

COWBOY. He really loves your hips, being able to hold you while watching you take control and make him cum is the best thing that can happen to him.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He'll make a few comments that will make you laugh so you don't lose track, but most of the time he'll focus on making you roll your eyes.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As you like. He'll keep it the way you prefer it and makes it more comfortable for you.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dylan won't get tired of giving you kisses on the neck, and whispering how much he loves you.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's something he enjoys doing, whether you're there or not. It's something he does often and he loves doing it in places where he knows you'll catch him.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking kink: He likes you to choke him, Dylan is a multi-dynamic person, be clear about that.

Daddy kink: When he's in control, he loves you calling him that, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job.

Threesomes: Not necessarily a fetish but it's definitely something he likes to experiment with you, of course, if you want.

Praise kink: He likes to flatter you, compliment your figure and tell you to say it by doing well, he likes to receive the same.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

He is a very closed person when it comes to having sex: your bedroom, the shower or the living room.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like I said before, your hips. God, he loves them so much. Also watching you wear his clothes or play his guitar.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

Public sex. It’s a no, no negotiation.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both. He loves feeling your legs getting stiffer and more stiffer around his neck, it gives him enormous satisfaction knowing that only his tongue can make you come that way. He loves tasting your juices. He also adores to see you on your knees ready to give it your all just to make him feel good, what can I say, he has a big ego.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s the sensual type, he likes to take his time with you and make you feel great, plus he doesn't want to hurt you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a big fan.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said before, he doesn't like to take risks when it comes to outsiders that you aren't sexually involved with at the time. Sex is an intimate experience and he believes it should be treated as one.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3 on a good day, most of the time 2.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He really enjoys using them on you, especially vibrators, he feels it adds a little extra spark to the moment. On himself, he's not into it.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease you too much, enough that you're already so down before you even start.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quite a talkative person during sex, he likes to whisper dirty words in your ear during the act, he'll let out a few little moans here and there.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to use handcuffs sometimes, it doesn't matter on which one of you, he just enjoys using them. He enjoys having you on top of him while he's being subdued by you without being able to escape. He loves you doing whatever you want with him without him being able to interrupt. When he's in the mood, he'll return the favor.

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He's a little bit above average, kind of 6-6.5 inches, kind of thin but really good.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty normal, he enjoys sex with you.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would rather spend some time talking to you before going to sleep, he likes to take care of you afterwards and make sure you are okay.

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