#cole writes

[writercole]

Dangerous Distraction

Summary: A secret mission. A formal gala. Two agents that hate each other. What could go wrong?

Words: 2105

Warnings: Suggestive dancing, Jake Seresin as a secret agent.

Credits: @princessmisery666 for beta reading this, @ryebecca for being the absolute best hype woman and twin that I could ask for. My ride or dies 💕

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a bit now. I found it when I found the other Jake story and…it was finished too. I hope you enjoy.

The mission couldn’t be worse. Not only was she paired with her worst enemy, they had to make everyone believe that they were a couple on their honeymoon, madly in love with one another. She was a skilled agent, one of the best, but even she had no idea how they would be able to pull it off.

Jake Seresin, code name Hangman, had made his feelings abundantly clear from the moment they were introduced. He thought little of her, making demeaning comments about her abilities, her skills, and her training. Though, he claimed, it was never because she was a woman. 

He dismissed every idea or strategy she proposed, often tearing them down publicly, causing a fight that only ended when one of their bosses intervened. He walked away smug, calm, collected while she was visibly seething. On multiple occasions her colleagues pointed out where he wormed his way under her skin, undermined her confidence, and worst of all, she let it affect her; it was then that she decided she hated Jake Seresin.

They had been at the hotel undercover for three days, playing the perfect couple in public, barely speaking behind the room’s closed door. She was grateful for the foresight of the planners to book a suite with a closed off bedroom. She took it over quickly, citing the need for privacy to dress and prepare.

Jake balked at first, whether out of true opposition or the need to be contrary she didn’t know. Regardless, his choice was removed as soon as she slid the doors shut.

Night three happened to be the night of the gala that they had been sent to infiltrate. She was getting dressed, ignoring the way Jake continued to give updates on the time through the closed door. As her lipstick glided across her bottom lip, a knock echoed through her suite.

“How long can it possibly take to get ready?” Jake sassed, “the gala started half an hour ago.”

“Beauty takes time, Hangman,” she replied.

“There isn’t enough time in the day to make you as beautiful as some of the women I’ve seen here,” he muttered under his breath, fidgeting with his watch before he called, “just…hurry up.”

“Why don’t you pull the stick out of your ass and head down to the bar. I’ll meet you there.”

“Fine. But I will handle this without you if you don’t hurry.”

She let out a sigh of relief when the door slammed shut, taking a moment to enjoy the silence before she had to go downstairs to the stuffy ballroom and pretend to be madly in love with a man she detested, one that also despised her.

Jake had been down in the ballroom for ten minutes and had already spotted their target and devised a plan to complete their mission. When another ten minutes had passed with no appearance from his partner, he felt an uneasiness settle in the pit of his stomach. He rested his glass of scotch on the bar and allowed his eyes to sweep over the room again before he went searching for her.

The sounds echoing off of the walls faded to nothing and Jake followed the way everyone’s heads had turned to the door. He stood up straighter while his jaw fell, his gaze raking up and down the body of his partner scanning the crowd.

A blinding smile spit her face in two and she began moving across the room, every gaze following her path.

Jake’s ears picked up the middle of a chord change and realized that the music and conversation hadn’t actually stopped; his senses blocked them out when he caught sight of his partner. Seeing her in a different environment, a formal setting, sparked a reckoning that had not previously crossed his mind.

The beauty that radiated from her stirred a warmth and giddiness in his chest, one that intensified with every step she took towards him. Her smile faded to a smirk and his heart skipped a beat. Jake became intensely aware that in the last minute or two he hadn’t needed to act like the doting newlyweds they were supposed to be. 

She was stopped by a man with wavy hair and a mustache before she could make it to Jake’s corner of the bar. He felt an anger rising up as the man brushed a strand of hair back, caressing her bare shoulder as her hand covered her giggle. An unfamiliar sensation washed over him and he abandoned his drink, stalking over with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out. 

His arm slipped around her waist as he made it to his date. He pressed a kiss to her temple, cooing, “there you are gorgeous.” His eyes focused on the way she looked up at him, wishing for half a second the desire he saw there was real. “I was beginning to think I’d have to come find you. Actually, I was counting on it. Finding you locked up in our room with alternative plans for the evening.”

“And just who are you?” the mustached man asked, ire and disdain lacing his tone.

“I’m her husband,” Jake answered as his grip on her waist tightened, his fingertips digging into her soft hips. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to make sure my wife knows how beautiful she looks tonight.”

Jake pulled her away to the dance floor, twirling her into his chest as he slipped his hand in hers.

“That was far from subtle, Hangman,” she mumbled quietly.

“Aren’t I supposed to be playing the doting husband?”

“The doting husband doesn’t have to be insanely jealous and try to mark his territory in front of a room full of strangers,” she countered, a smirk crossing her lips as her brows rose in challenge.

“When you look the way you do tonight, any husband would want to mark his territory, doting or not,” he replied sincerely, dipping her low as the song ended.

Her eyes searched his face for a sign, for something, for anything that might clue her in to his actual thoughts. All she found was a softness lingering in his slight smile, a hunger in the narrow eyes that flitted down from her eyes to her lips.

The tempo shifted as a new song began and he pulled her upright, stopping her when she tried to leave the dance floor.

“Jake, I can’t dance to this,” she hissed as he spun her around, pulling her back flush to his chest.

“I can,” he muttered against her neck, sending shivers up her spine. “Follow my lead.” His right foot slipped between hers and kicked them apart, a smirk dancing on his face at the gasp she tried to hide.

Jake led her in a tango, twirling and dipping her, his hands wandering over her body as they moved across the dance floor. She followed his lead fluently, her moves becoming second nature as she leaned into the trust she had for the partner who was surprising her this evening.

A heat built between them, the fire in their eyes as passionate as ever, spreading throughout their bodies with every touch, every glance, every whiff of their scent. By the end of the dance, when Jake had their chests pressed against each other, their panting breaths mingling millimeters from their faces, he could no longer hide the fact that he was attracted to her tonight. The evidence was pressed tightly into her hips.

“Seresin,” she hissed under her breath as his hands gripped her tightly. The crowd around them applauded wildly, all eyes she could see focused on them in the middle of the dance floor.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his eyes darting between hers anxiously.

She waited a beat before nodding slightly, feeling the tension in his shoulders release. 

“Just a second, then.” His hand slid up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades, holding her tighter as his head dipped to her ear. “I have eyes on the target.”

“I’m assuming my six,” she muttered back with a grin.

“He’s at the bar. You step out onto the terrace and block that exit.”

“And let you get all the credit? I don’t -”

“Do you trust me?” he repeated. His grip loosened when she nodded and he led her off the dance floor, pressing a kiss to her temple as they reached the balcony doors. She stepped out of the door and he turned to the bar, letting out a curse as his eyes widened.

The mark had vanished.

The breeze sent shivers up her spine. The entire situation had her on edge. Hangman had a reputation for leaving his partners high and dry and taking all the credit for the mission himself. The soft click of footsteps prompted her to release a tense breath, her shoulders relaxing as she turned. “Jake, I thought -”

She stopped short when she saw their mark, his face adorned with a dark grin. 

“I’m sorry to disappoint. But I must say, you look beautiful this evening,” the mark said as he buttoned his jacket. 

Two additional men materialized from the shadows and advanced towards her, causing her to take steps backwards. Her heart thudded in her chest and her breathing became labored, gasping for oxygen to fill lungs that fought expansion. There had been no training for a situation where you’re being approached directly on a balcony. 

A piece of tape covered her mouth and a black bag draped over her head before she could scream.

The mark disappeared. Jake swore under his breath as he scanned the room again fruitlessly. There was no sign of him anywhere. His eyes widened and he darted for the balcony door. His stomach fell to the floor as he stepped out onto an empty terrace, the lingering smell of her perfume the only sign she had ever been there.

“Shit,” he swore while he pulled out his phone. “Shit fuck fuck shit.” 

Dialing a contact, he paced frantically across the small space, counting the steps he took back and forth. One, two, three, four, turn. 

“Control.”

“Fucking finally,” Jake barked into the phone. “I need extraction for myself and the location on my partner.”

“I’ll need approval from your mission leader for those,” the tech on the other end of the phone explained. 

“No, what you need to do is find her. I think she was taken by the mark.”

Agonizing minutes passed while he waited on hold with control. The sound of a helicopter landing on the rooftop next door drowned out the response of control and spurred Jake into motion. In one swift motion, he climbed onto the iron railing and jumped to the neighboring building, his shoulder taking the brunt of the landing and propelling him into a roll. Pulling his pistol from his holster, he approached the chopper, finding that the occupants had evacuated and left the pilot.

He raised his weapon and stepped into view. “You’re flying me now.” 

The pilot looked at him and shrugged, flipping a few switches and handing over a headset as Jake settled into the front seat. “Where to?”

Jake only had an inkling of where the mark would have taken her, and barely a guess as to what they were driving but he had to do something, anything. If he didn’t…well he refused to think about the possibilities.

The duct tape over her mouth chafed as she wiggled her lips, trying to loosen the tape enough to moisten the area and get the tape off. The zip ties they placed around her wrists cut deeply as she shifted. She took deep breaths to counter the rising panic in her chest; she had been trained for this. She knew what to do.

“You really shouldn’t struggle so much. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

She couldn’t tell which of her abductors had decided to comment on her escape attempts, but he was on her left. The black cloth they had placed over her face was melting the meticulous makeup she applied before the gala and it pissed her off that she didn’t even get a picture before it was all ruined. Defeated, she slumped back against the seat, her shoulders squeezed between two of the giant men that had taken her hostage.

Her mind reeled with details from her training, what to do, when to do it. She had been in dangerous situations before but this time, something was preventing her from acting. 

This time, she was the collateral. This time, she was relying on someone else to rescue her. And that was terrifying. 

#cole writes #writercole #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangman seresin #secret agent au #undercover au #top gun maverick au #tgm au

[nightwardenminthara]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @idolsgf and @shivunin, thank y'all!! i tag @sinquisition and @transprincecaspian and @foxboyclit here is some Grant Hawke spiraling post Act 2 c:

It’s an old letter. From a few months back, there hadn’t been any response yet to the ones Grant had sent since. Sometimes that was the way of it. His letters piling up in Ansburg while Carver was off doing Maker knows what. He did his best not to worry, it’s what he’d want Carver to do for him as well. Worry never got him anywhere but deep in his cups.

He swirls the brandy, a vintage gifted from Aveline. Usually Grant would save it for company but an exceptionally lonely night deserved something better than cheap ale from Lowtown that tasted like piss. The parchment is well worn, folded and unfolded into his inner breast pocket. He spent too much time idly touching the paper, coveting it as if he were back living at Gamlen’s and it was a note for gold.

Another swirl of the brandy and a long sip, it burns his throat on the way down. No one is here to see it so he ventures holding the letter to his face, inhaling the smell of paper and ink for any lingering scent of Carver. There is none, of course, and it just leaves him feeling dumb.

He places it on the table and drains the rest of his glass. His eyes close and he tries to conjure his brother’s image in the darkness. Every day it seems to get harder to see Mother… Bethany... Father. But Carver is still here. Even in the absence of letters, he has to believe it. An image of dark hair and blue eyes.

He grips the glass and clings to the image, paper crumpling in his other hand as he clenches it tight. Where are you? Are you safe? Are you somewhere in the Deep Roads again?

Abruptly the vision in his eyes changes from Carver before him to Carver, sick and dying. Anders desperate pleas to the Wardens as Hawke held his brother. Another image: Bethany torn apart by an ogre. And another: Mother, horribly malformed and raised like an undead. Father, that once strong and impenetrable figure, pale and sickly on his deathbed.

Yet more images flood, Feynriel made Tranquil, the mages he’d sent to the Gallows that had never appeared again, the cries of a mother separated from her child in Lowtown as he watched silently while the Templars took the boy away.

He balls his hand into a fist, the letter crumbling with it. The burn of the brandy echoes in him, he feels it all over — the pit of his stomach, deep in his chest — and finally it spills into his hands in a fervent flame. The parchment stands no chance in the destruction. It burns into ash and tears threaten to sting his eyes.

Grant shouts through gritted teeth, a fiery frustration. The flame doesn’t stop, he wants to fling it from himself.

What have you done? He hears it in Carver’s voice. Accusatory and angry. His mind supplies Carver’s indignant anger at Grant’s hesitation to bring him on the expedition. Would he still be safe in Kirkwall if he hadn’t?

Grant shouts again and unclenches his grip. All he can do is destroy. Force magic erupts from his hand and sends the empty glass of brandy flying and shattering on the floor.

What have I done?

#ch: grant hawke #wip wednesday #cole writes #this is a finished thing not a wip #but im using this to post it lol #carver hawke #da fic

[coleheinous]

Aftermath

Inspired by the fics where Astarion gets comforted and bathed after killing Cazador. Magphine has a similar personal quest, so I wanted to give her the same treatment.

Magphine, Wyll, Karlach and Halsin had spent the better part of an hour fighting through the defenses of one Virren Maphesia, a middle aged elf who, for the last 15 or so years, had kept Magphine and other street rats captive while he experimented on them.

The manour above had been heavily guarded, as to be expected for someone of Virren’s stature. Though with Magphine’s guidance, the group had managed to sneak into the dungeonesque basement with enough ease.

That’s where the group was currently, having made it past a number of traps as well as a small hoard of undead. A hoard Magphine had identified as the other victims the elf kept captive, her voice shaking as she recalled that they had been alive when she’d escaped.

The group seemed to finally have him cornered, having caught a glimpse of him running through the door they were approaching. All it took was a body slam from Karlach for the wood to splinter and char around her as she stormed into the room.

Virren was stood in the corner, surrounded by a pathetic attempt at a physical barrier. His desk was pushed away from the wall, angled in an attempt to separate him from the intruders. He was also busy keeping a magical barrier around himself, eyes closed as he focused on the magic surrounding him.

Magphine unsheathed both daggers from her hips, running towards the elf and vaulting over his desk. Halsin barely had time to dispel the magic of the barrier before she passed through it. As the magic dissolved around the pair, Magphine buried one of her daggers into his stomach.

Virren's demand for her to stop never left his throat, his mouth left agape as a wet choking sound escaped as Magphine twisted the blade before pulling it out.

The elf pushed past her, trying to get away from her as he clutched the wound in his stomach. His legs gave out beneath him, and he crawled his way forwards. ”If you kill me….! If you kill me, you’re no better!”

He pleaded, crying out in agony when Magphine kicked him in the wound, pushing him onto his back. She stood above him, feet on either side of his waist, and scoffed. ”I don’t need to be better than you. I need you DEAD!”

She shouted, falling to her knees and burying both daggers into his chest.

Her companions watched from the doorway as she stabbed him over and over, the sickening sound of metal against flesh and bone filling the room.

Eventually, she missed with one dagger, burying it into the floor beside his head. She missed with the second a few moments later.

She stayed on top of him, panting and covered in blood, before letting out a scream. It quickly devolved into a broken sob as she hunched over, chest heaving as she cried.

Wyll quickly moved past Halsin and jogged over to Magphine, falling to his knees in front of her. Gently, his gloved hands reached out and cradled her face, helping her to look at him. He could see her eyes focus on him, feel her relax under his touch as she continued to sob, tears cutting trails in the blood that covered her face.

Wyll reached down with one hand, unwrapping her fingers from where they were clenched around the hilts of her daggers before helping her stand. Her knees almost immediately gave out beneath her, and he caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and shoulders.

“I’ve got you, love.”

He picked her up as best he could, moving her away from the gory mess and setting her down a few feet away to look her over.

Halsin followed him over, the large elf handing him a corked carafe of water and a cloth. Wyll thanked him, wetting the cloth and using it to wipe Magphine’s face, before helping her take a large mouthful of water.

“Let’s get you back to the Elfsong and into a bath.”

He said, before turning to Halsin,

“Can you carry her please, Halsin?”

He asked, though Halsin seemed to have been one step ahead of him, already kneeling beside Magphine to gather her into his arms.

As they turned to see what Karlach had gotten up to, they heard a gurgling coming from the pile of gore that was Virren Maphesia. Magphine tensed in Halsin’s arms, panic filling her eyes.

Not a moment later, Karlach appeared beside him with her warhammer raised, bringing it down on his head with a wet crunch.

“Resilient fucker.”

Karlach grumbled, leaning down and plucking Magphine’s daggers out of the ground.

By the time the group reaches the Elfsong in the lower city, the sun had begun to set. After entering the inn, Karlach gives a spaced out Magphine a pat on the shoulder,

“You did good, soldier”

She says before heading over to the corner of the tavern their group had unofficially claimed.

Wyll and Halsin make their way up the steps towards the communal bathing room. Upon entering, Wyll goes about to lighting the candles that were dotted around the room, providing some light, while Halsin sets Magphine down on the bench.

“If you need anything, feel free to come and get me”

He says, and Wyll nods

“I will, thank you, Halsin”

“Of course”

He says before leaving the room, and Wyll locks the door behind him, taking a second to breath before heading over to Magphine.

He kneels in front of her, looking her over. Her eyes are distant, but he knows she’s present from the way the half elf’s ears twitch as he makes noise.

“Maggie? Is it alright if I undress you? I’m going to help you bathe”

He asks, gently holding her hands in his.

The room is silent, and it takes her a few moments to respond, but she nods. With permission now given, Wyll gets to work undoing the buckles and snaps that keep the leather armor on her. He discards each piece gently, making a mental note to properly clean them later.

It doesn’t take him long to get her naked, though he cant help the flush that rises to his cheeks, or the nervous swishing on his tail as he goes about stripping her out of her underclothes. He also cant help from tracing the Y shaped scar that spanned her torso with his eyes.

He shakes his head before standing, taking his own armor off, leaving himself in the shirt and pants he wears underneath the padded jacket and leather gloves.

He kneels before her again, hand on her knee as he looks into her misty eyes.

“I’m going to get the water started, but I’ll be right back, alright?”

He asks, waiting for another nod before he stands and leaves her side. It only takes a few moments to get the water running, and a few more to get it warm. He pulls a stool and bucket over before returning to her side.

“Can you stand, love?”

He asks, holding out his clawed hands for her to take.

She takes them, supporting herself as she stands on shaky legs, her hands quickly sliding up to his forearms, He moves, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other staying in front of her as he leads her to the tub.

Magphine sits on the stool, and Wyll shuffles about her, grabbing a cloth, soap, and filling the bucket with water from the tap. He kneels in front of her again as he dunks the cloth into the water and lathers it with the soap, getting to work on the blood that had dried on her hands and face.

The room is silent, save for the sound of running water, as he works, eventually standing to get dried, flaking blood out of her hair as best he can.

Once satisfied, he dumps the now red water down the drain, making sure it was all gone before putting the stopper in. He then helps Magphine stand again, leading her to sit down in the steadily filling tub.

Before he can pull his arms away from her, she grabs onto his sleeve, looking up at him with wet, pleading eyes. ”Please… Wyll please stay” ”I will, I promise”

He responds, gently removing her hand from his sleeve and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Would you like me to get in with you?”

He asks, and she nods quickly in response. He stands properly, then, and pulls his shirt over his head, maneuvering it around his horns as he does.

He pauses for a moment, before turning away to undo his pants, pulling them down alongside his undergarments as he feels his body flush once again, tail thumping against the tub.

Taking a deep breath, he steels himself before turning back around, seeing Magphine has already scooched forward for him. He gets in, legs bracketing her and arms on the side of the tub as she lays against him.

After a few moments, Wyll reaches up and unties the ponytail Magphine usually kept her hair in these days. Her hair had long outgrown the shaggy mess it had been when the Nautiloid had crashed, and she’d managed to enlist Astarion’s help in taming it.

Once the water reached their chests, Magphine reached forwards and turned the tap off, laying back against the man behind her with a heavy sigh. The pair sat like that, in silence, for a few minutes. The hot water helping to ease tense muscles and aching joints.

Eventually, Wyll spoke up.

“You’re nothing like him, you know that, right?”

He asked, referring to the last words of the man that had held her captive, tormented and experimented on her for years.

The air was heavy for a few moments as she didn’t respond. ”Magphine? You’re nothing like him.”

“I….’ She sighs, curling in on herself.

“We kill people, Wyll. I kill people. How does that not make me a little bit like him?”

“Because you do it to survive. In those fights, it was either you or them. What he did-”

He takes a breath, trying to calm himself.

“What he did, he did for his own sick pleasure. There was no method to his madness, you’ve said so yourself.”

Wyll heard her sob, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as his tail wound it’s way around her calf.

“He killed them all, the others. Because I escaped.” She sobbed, laying her head back against his shoulder.

“They’re dead, because I got out. I wanted to free them, Wyll. They didn’t deserve what he did to them.” ”No one deserves anything he did to any of you.” He responds, resting his forehead against the side of her head, mindful of his horns. He stayed there with her, letting her cry, babble and rant, holding her close the entire time.

Nearly a half hour later, she stopped talking, choosing instead to just lay back and let herself cry.

“I’m sorry”

“Pardon?”

“I’m sorry. You didn’t sign up for this. For any of this.” ”Mag-” ”You didn’t sign up for someone so broken”

She choked out, voice becoming thicker.

“I’m barely a person, Wyll. I’m missing so many parts, you didn’t sign up for-” ”Magphine, enough.” He says, voice stern and hard.

“I’m in this relationship for you, every part of you. No matter how messy things may get. I love you, Magphine, and everything that comes with you.”

“I-” ”And you are a person, Magphine. Missing body parts doesn’t make you any less of on. Am I less of a person because of my missing eye? What about Karlach, and her heart? A few missing organs doesn’t change the fact that you are a person”

He finishes with a huff.

“I don’t deserve you”

She says wetly.

“Yes, you do”

He responds, arms around her waist squeezing slightly.

“We should actually wash up, so the others can use the bath”

Wyll hums in response, letting her go so she could dunk her head under water, properly wetting her hair.  He watches as she takes the bar of soap, forming a decent lather and beginning to scrub at her scalp.

He picks up the bar after, along with the cloth from earlier, lathering it up before beginning to wash the sweat and slight amount of gore from himself.

Once finished, the pair towel themselves off and each don one of the provided housecoats, heading to the room they shared in the inn.

Magphine sits on the bed, still drying her hair as Wyll busies himself with getting their nightclothes out. They dress quickly, and Magphine crawls under the covers of the bed and looking over at Wyll, holding her arms out for him.

Wyll couldn’t help but smile, chuckling softly. She knows he can’t resist when she gives him that look. He climbs into the bed beside her, their legs tangling together under the blanket.

Magphine rests her head against his chest, quickly falling asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Wyll simply lays there, arm around her, watching as her face relaxes for the first time since they’d reached the city.

#cole writes #bg3 #oc: magphine #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 writing #bg3 fic #wyll/tav #wyll ravengard

[michaelinprogress]

Thinking about how this must have felt...

Being able to freely move his body again, to feel some semblance of life after over a century of lying in that grave rotting. Up to this point, he's been so stiff, lumbering around arduously. But this is where he becomes more man than corpse.

And the first thing he does with his newfound life?

He dances with Lisa.

He knows there is a piano inside. He could go in and play it for her, he could finally play music after nearly 200 years without it. But he dances with Lisa.

With his new life, all he wants to do is be with Lisa. To touch her, love her, make her happy. He has all this energy and he gives it all to her. Everything is for her.

#I'm going to write this scene from his pov #I've been thinking about them nonstop for days #also sidenote I love the aesthetics of this movie #the neon is so good #romance is undead #lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein 2024 #kathryn newton #zelda williams #cole sprouse #the creature #lisa x creature #lisa x the creature #lisa swallows #diablo cody #horror comedy #slasher films #slashers #horror movies #horror #horror films #trans creature #the creature is trans #lisa swallows x creature #lisa frankenstein movie

[bastardlybonkers]

you were my son once

#ninjago #sensei wu #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #ugh god. cant decide if i wanna draw a sequel to this or write something instead #well see if anything hits me #ninjago rewatch is going great

[websterss]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐆 — 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: Can I do a request for Cole Walter where he and the reader are about to sleep together for the first but she figures that he just will hook up with her and go back to Erin. But he actually has feelings for her and he found out it is her first time ever so he makes sure to tell her that he actually has feelings for her. (Some mature content if you’re cool with that)😏

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, fluff, only indication of smut at the end, no actual smut.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,804

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Cole Walter x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it! I don't how to feel about this lmfao. Listen I suck at smut so I'm sorry there isn't any my love. Also, I don't do taglists anymore guys!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

If there was one thing you couldn’t let go of it was trying and not being able to have a conversation with Cole. You found it difficult since he had been avoiding you like the plague. He’d brush past your shoulder in the halls, and if you locked eyes in public he was already walking the other way. Your friendship has been one for the history books. A long-lasting friendship since elementary, but you wondered when and if your bond was soon to expire. You wanted to keep trying though because trying meant you wouldn’t have to lose Cole for good. 

You had had your doubts the second Katherine had invited you to attend Haley and Will’s wedding. Your doubts clouded your mind as you felt your presence and attendance would cause a great deal of stress or frustration for Cole. Seeing as how he didn’t want to talk to you, you did your best to stay far away, sit far, but even then you watched as he left in the middle of the dancing. Heading towards the barn. You had wished you had gone after him sooner, but you waited, waited till everyone was asleep. Anxiety was all you felt as you faced his workshop shed. The light was on indicating that he was in there but if it hadn’t been for the banging and clanging of tools against metal you would have assumed otherwise. It was only one foot after the other. You thought to yourself. Some part of you told you to run and turn, but he was alone and in his element, this would have to be your only time to get your chance. You had to be brave, and strong, but you were not at the moment so you went head first, heart second. You had opened the door and made your way inside. You complicated whether to make your presence known but it ended up being one hesitant knock followed by two certain ones. You had barely made your way into the area before his voice made you halt in your tracks. 

“Didn’t expect you to be hanging around still. It’s late, shouldn't you be on your way home by now?” 

“H-How’d you know it was me?” You gape at him like a fish out of water, not having expected him to speak first. 

“You’re the only person I know that knocks after walking into a room.” He continued to twist a bolt. “Plus you do things in threes.”

You gaped at him. “No, I don’t.” 

You watched as he turned his eyes towards you, a shit-eating grin on his eyes as he leaned to his left. His hand curls into a fist as he reenacts your entrance. Tapping against the metal for effect.

One… two three. 

“Three times.” He smirked, raising his left brow. You wanted to slap him then and there. 

“Didn’t peg you as the type to pay attention to things like that?” 

“Like what? Like how you scrunch your nose and close your eyes when the sun is in your face, and continue to have a conversation like that. Or how you like to listen instead of speaking when you’re in a group. It's just how observant you are. Or how you do things like knock three times after entering a room.” He chuckles, pointing and mocking where you entered. “Or how you don’t ask or expect anything from anyone because you feel like you’re being a burden. Which you’re not. Or how you go out of your way to help others so much, even though some people don’t deserve to be blessed by your kindness. Or how you prefer bikes to cars cause it means you're helping out the planet a little bit more. Or how you prefer Custard instead of Murphy now because when we were younger Alex said you’d be fine riding him…but then you fell off and you got hurt, and it took a long time to get you to trust us again, and get you back on a saddle. Or… how you’ve been nothing but sweet to me when all I’ve done is treat you like shit.” He slams the hood of his truck down causing you to flinch. Regret fills him instantly. “Or…how you hate loud noises because it reminds you of all the yelling that happens at home.” If your heart could stop you’d have collapsed dead on the floor before him. But it hadn’t, it only skipped and increased in speed because you never thought he'd be so attentive to you. 

“Still don’t peg me as the type to pay attention to things now?” He opened his arms out and gave a tight-lipped grin. 

“What happened to us?” 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He brushes past you like he’s done so time after time again. He walked over to his work table looking for a torque wrench knowing the one he needed was over by the truck in his toolbox. He just couldn’t face you right now. 

“Cole…will you look at me, please? I’ve been trying to talk to you for months now and-“

“Have you seen my torque wrench anywhere I can’t find it?” He cut you off. 

“Cole, I’m serious, if you’d just give me a second-“

“Can we not do this tonight? I need to work on the truck okay? It needed more work after it broke down on me and Jackie the other day and I’d appreciate it if you-“

“Can you just look at me for once, dammit!” You walk over and bang your fist on the hood and flinch. You see his side profile first before his body follows, he raises a brow at you unimpressed. 

“On my truck.” He gestures to where your fist rests. 

“I have been trying and trying for so long now to get your attention. To talk to you.” You run your hands down your face. “Because I miss you…” You gesture an open hand to him. “I miss my best friend. I miss wanting to know how your day is going or if your knee has been hurting, but I can’t do those things because you don’t give me the time of day.” 

“I’ve been busy…” He shrugs. 

“Busy right? Yeah, I know what you've been up to.” You close your eyes. “Look Cole, I don’t know if I’ve done anything to make you want to avoid me but if I have then I’m sorry.” You let your head hang forward. “I don’t know what to do anymore…” You hear him before you feel his hands touch your skin gently. In a soft gentle caress, you can’t help but lean into his palm. “I’m sorry…” 

“Hey, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. I’ve been a jerk okay…I've been a shit friend and an even shit brother, but I’m working on it. I am. Things will be different. Okay, if my speech was anything to go off of, I meant every second of it. Meeting your person…When I met you, nothing, nothing else mattered to me. I should’ve realized it sooner too but when do I pay attention to you.” He joked slightly, causing you to roll your eyes. “I should've held you closer because as my mother likes to remind me constantly. You’re good for me, to me, and way out of my league…” Cole laughed lightly. “I guess what I’m trying to get at is I’m sorry…for everything. I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven for the way I’ve treated you.” 

“You don’t.” Cole retreats his hands from your face. Accepting that as your final word. He’d have walked off with a nod if you hadn’t given him the sweet smile he loves seeing on you. “It’s a good thing I forgave you two days ago then..” 

“Wait what?” 

“Thanks for fixing my bike by the way.” 

He breathes out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “How did you know about that?” 

“I had to take Luna to the vet since she got out the night before, she came back with a limp, but that’s a story for another time. Anyway, your mom and I chatted and she assumed we were on good terms again and asked if you had given me my bike back yet. It didn't take long to put two and two together. That and I’ve been missing my bike for a week now.”

“Can’t trust her now.” He joked. 

“When did you even take it?” You shook your head.

“When did you start asking people for rides again?” He raised a brow at you but laughed as you went to playfully smack him for he was the reason for your lack of transportation. “I was driving the boys home from school when I saw you one day kneeling beside your bike. I wasn’t spying by the way, I just happened to see you in all your damsel ness…” He dragged out the s. 

“Right…” You squint your eyes at him in amusement. 

“I figured it could’ve been the chain since you complained about it falling out one time, so it was either that or the tires finally gave out because let’s face it, sweetheart, that thing was ancient.” He started walking backwards with a smirk. “It was supposed to be a surprise but I guess now is as good of a time as any.” He grabbed a hold of the sheet that covered it and yanked it off.

Your heart did stop then and there. You gasped quietly as a cherry red bike was presented before you. Cole rolled it over in front of you before pulling down the support lever. Though it had been the basket with a pink bow on it that caught your attention. It was beautiful.

“You fixed it.” You reached a hand out to touch it but left it hanging mid-air. Too scared to ruin it. Break it. “And…painted it?” You raised a confused brow at him.

“No. I got you a new one.” He grinned sheepishly as you looked up at him in shock. “The basket was a personal touch I added to it though. I thought you could use something to carry your backpack and books, and the flowers you deliver on Wednesdays. You’ve always carried your bag on your back so I thought this could help take that heavy weight off your shoulders.” 

“Cole…T-This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you…” His heart swelled as you flashed him a smile. You looked back to the bike…thinking he must’ve spent his paycheck on it. You couldn’t believe he’d done such a thing for you. 

“You’re welcome bug.” He nodded. “You deserve something nice. Plus your old bike was on its last limb. That and I thought it’d be good for me to get some exercise in. Work the leg out some more ya know. Believe it or not, I don’t remember the last time I ever rode a bike.” He chuckled. 

"Bug...You haven't called me that in a long time."

"It's my name for you..."

"Yeah, I know it is..." You mutter softly. You thought about the name for a second before your brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait if you got me a new one…What did you do with the old bike?”

“Ah thought you’d never ask. I fixed it.” He jogged back over to the corner. Rolling over the old rusted red one out. He swung a leg over the seat. “Thought you can use the company on Wednesdays.” 

“Keep me company huh?” 

“Yeah, I think it’s time I find a new hobby.” 

“Sulking bored you out.” 

“Among other things…” He shrugs. “I want things to be different.” He cleared his throat and held your gaze. 

“I’m happy for you Cole.” You nodded. 

“Anyway…Let’s test this bad boy.” He pedaled out a few feet then you both watched and heard as the clank of the chain fell out. It lay on the floor. You looked up in time to meet his gaze. You had to cover your mouth to keep you from laughing. 

“Thought you said you fixed it.”

“Yeah…The chain won’t stay. So expect a lot of stopping when we go out on them.” He gave a sheepish grin. 

“You took the old one.” You stated. Turning back to your new one with a new sense of warmth and longing. 

“You were due for a new one. No way I could keep letting you ride this thing. I mean, look at it!” He judged the rusted two-wheeler. 

“Hey don’t make fun. She held out for as long as she could.” 

His eyes flickered onto you, lingering on your eyes a little longer before he let his eyes roam to your heels, up to where your dress ended, then his eyes raked back up to your pouty lips. The accidental double entendre wasn’t lost on him. You had held out for him as long as you could too and he’d been nothing but an ass. 

“Yeah, she sure did…” He nodded slightly. You hold his gaze for a bit longer then look away. 

“For what it's worth. I appreciate you doing this for me.” You grew closer to him, a timid stance as you fiddled with your already chipping nail paint. “I don’t think I can show you just how thankful I am, but all I got is this.” You exhaled, then leaned over to press a kiss against the side of his cheek. Cole closed his eyes wanting the touch of your lips to linger on him a bit longer. You pulled away the slightest, your eyes flickering down to his lips before you averted your gaze. Cole’s chest rose and fell at the sudden change in the atmosphere. He often wondered what your lips pressed against his felt like. Thoughts and questions he probably shouldn’t have had like what did you taste like? What noises he could get out of you. He was hungry for your touch, and he wasn’t about to ruin the opportunity to do the one thing he longed for. 

You watched as he stood up from the bike, letting it lean on the support bar. You took a step back as he closed the distance between you two. His hand reached up to find its place again against your cheeks. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” Your breath hitched at his words. “Let me know if you’d like me to stop.”

“Okay…” You had closed your eyes shut as you waited for him to lean in. It was the barely-there brush of his lips that had you gasping for air. It was the effect he had on you. When he was sure you wouldn’t pull away from him, he slid his hand underneath your jaw holding you there as he walked you both to his work table. The wood had met you back as he knelt to pick you up. Your hands slid over and into his locks. Tugging him closer to you as he stood in between your thighs. 

“Say the word…” He pulled away from your lips kissing down your jaw, onto your neck. “And I’ll stop.” He breathed out as he took note of each sigh of contentment you let out. 

“D-Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You lifted his chin to have him look at you once more. You curled a hand into his hair and crashed your lips onto his.

“I won’t stop then.” He pecked your lips, pulling back in a teasing manner. You grabbed both sides of his face to press your mouths together, having enough of his playfulness. You just wanted him then and there. You knew you were in for a long evening hearing him unzip his slacks. His belt buckle following next.

“P-Promise this isn’t just a one-time thing. That this won’t be like Erin or any of the other girls you’ve been with. That you won’t leave after this. This is my first time after all.”

“Is that what’s worrying you?” He leaned in and pecked your lips sweetly. 

“Would you be upset if it was?”

“No. Thank you for being open and honest about your concerns to me. But I promise you this time it's different, with you it’s different. I feel something when I’m with you, and I don’t want to find out what my life will be like if you aren’t in it any time soon, but as long as you’re game. I’m in this for the long run.”

“I thought Cole Walter didn’t do relationships…” Cole knew you were only kidding by the teasing in your tone.

“Yeah well that Cole didn’t know what love felt like until he met you.”

“You love me?” You grin feeling that warmth spread over your heart once more. 

“I love you.” He nodded certainly.

#cole walter #cole walter x reader #cole walter x fem!reader #cole walter imagines #cole walter oneshot #mlwtwb imagines #mlwtwb #my life witih the walter boys imagines #my gif #writings by juls

[tourmalinatedquartz]

I fell in love with you slowly.

I fell in love with parts of you. One at a time.

Until finally I loved you wholly.

I love you not despite your flaws,

I love you regardless.

I love you without condition.

I love you without expectation.

I love you with hope.

I love you with excitement.

I love you genuinely.

I breathe it.

I live it.

It exists in every part of me.

I will spend the rest of forever,

Loving you.

#I’m not even in a relationship #did I as a single woman accidentally write my vows #I don’t even want to get married #I just have so much love to give #Cole writes #a little poem I made up #a love poem

[sketchalicious]

doomed au timeline thing? idrk

uhh okay so . i saw that the doomed au kinda popped off n i figured i'd go into a bit more depth for fun so i doodled out this crappy comic thing. i think i saw a homestuck comic do something similar LOL.

im gonna give like. aftermath of the ninja's deaths and such for the sake of clarity , since i know this is just an angsty clusterbump.

Kai: The real ignition for Lloyd's downfall. The staff was destroyed moments before the transformation ritual by the green ninja himself. In Lloyd's mind, his friend would return to normal. But he was met with something else as Kai desperately took the shards and ran away instead, too far gone into his ego and insanity. Returning home they remain the same in quantity, with Lloyd and Nya heartbroken, and Zane blaming himself.

Cole: He acted as the stable rock of the group. He brought the ninja back to their high spirits again, acting as a replacement flame for Kai to reunite his team. He even began the trend of looking for the missing ninja, with hope they were still out there. Yet despite being the very reason they stabilized, no one seemed to realize he disappeared. Instead they suddenly felt lost, like they were missing something. The grief returned, and the dots never connected.

Zane: His disappearance set the team on course for failure. With him, Asphera never explained where she had banished him, and the others were left to believe he was really, truly gone this time. He acted as the caretaker for the group, tying them together once more as he tried to bring back the joy they lost through menial tasks and the small details of the world. Even back to when Kai disappeared, Lloyd could be a leader with his help. With the last light in the tunnel gone, no one had any more confidence to step up.

Nya: Jay and Lloyd's breaking point. Without her, they lost their drive to keep searching. Her disappearance plays the same as canon, becoming one with the sea. Though she was less hesitant now, understanding that this was just fate, that the team wasn't meant to survive. If that was the case, she'll go out with a bang, knowing that with her gone they would understand too. At least she knew they would be safe for now.

Lloyd: His disappearance happened long after he recognized his Oni form. After having to fight the overlord alone, he went on a downwards spiral. Jay couldn't be there, and frankly, Wu couldn't get through to him like Garmadon did. Lloyd hated the idea of fate. He felt too, like Nya, that the team wasn't meant to last. As such, in his last effort to feel control, he caved into what came easy.

Pixal: Like Zane did in canon after Nya, she turned off her emotion meter. She knew some of the ninja could be saved, and she knew she had to stop grieving in order to even try. In a frustrated effort, she attempted to bring the ninja to her level, only to blame herself for Lloyd's snap. After realizing she couldn't do much for a grieving Jay, she leaves to find the others.

Jay: Who knows where he is. Wu entered his quarters to find only a pair of nunchaku, and his gi laying on his pillow. Maybe he joined Pixal, maybe he existed as a criminal like Lloyd now. All Wu knew is he lost his last student and the last defender of Ninjago. It's likely Jay quit, afraid of becoming next in fate's cruel hand. He'd only learn after the merge.

okay thats it lmao. i might add more ideas in the future but im not creative enough to plot it out properly gO NUTS

#i know the proportions are weird #im not even joking i drew every 'panel' with variations of tiredness #i know their legs are long #my hand is just quirky like that. mettaton core #ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago pixal #ninjago lloyd #ninjago doomed au #ninjago au #also. i wanna point out that jay has more significance in this au than im letting on haha i just dont feel like writing it really

[alenseress]

And all things end

All that we intend is

Scrawled in sand

#dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dai solas #dai cole #dai vivienne #dai inquisitor #dorian pavus #pavelyan #dai sera #dreadwolf #dai blackwall #dai cullen #how many more tags are there #dai #I'm one minor inconvenience away from writing solas into a romance #dai dushan

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✧ 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 | luke hughes ♔

summary:  y/n zegras was never known to be a party animal, but when her friends come to visit her during the summer, things get a little out of hand

warnings: drunk reader, drinking, crying, getting injured, throwing up

notes: i can't believe how fast i wrote this, but no complaints, unless it sucks then i apologize. thank you to my anon who helped with this because i absolutely loved every minute of writing it. also this would've been out an hour ago but i got hungry so i made dinner :)

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This was a bad idea, a horrible idea. She knew she shouldn’t have gone out with them in the first place, but y/n was a people pleaser and caved quickly. Saying goodbye to her friends at the lake house she headed out with her friends to whatever party they wanted her to go to. 

It also never took much for her to get drunk, she could hold and handle her liquor that wasn’t the problem, but she was a lightweight, which made this night all the worse. Two drinks in, the ones forced by her friends, were all it took for her to go back willingly for more. Three drinks after that she was absolutely hammered. 

She knew she should go home and she did. And as she started walking out of the party, her friend grabbed ahold of her, “Where are you going?!”

“I should get home.”

“It’s only-” Her friend’s words were slurred, checking her watch, “Midnight. Just say for a little while longer.”

Y/n being the person that she was nodded and went back to dancing with her friends. An hour or two later she felt sick and put her foot down with her friends, saying that she was leaving. The three others nodded and let her go, the girl walking outside and stumbling down the street. 

She tripped not long after that, her knees scraping on the ground. She was overly emotional from drinking and instantly teared up, followed by throwing up in a nearby trash can. She dug around in her purse for her phone and turned it on, immediately going to call her boyfriend. 

However, just as her finger was about to hit the call button she paused, thinking about how she didn’t want Luke to see how she looked right now. They had known each other since they were little, yet only started recently dating. She had no desire for him seeing how she looked right now. 

Swiping out of Luke’s contact she went to find Trevor’s, calling him instantly. 

“Y/n/n? Where are you?”

“Trev.” Her voice was littered with emotion, Trevor could hear the waver and tears in her voice.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I think I had-” She hiccuped and sniffled, “A little too much to drink and I-I hurt myself.” Tears were streaming down her face as she spoke, lifting her hand to wipe her cheeks off. 

Grabbing his keys from his nightstand he stood quickly, “Okay, do you want Luke to come with?”

“No, no, no, no-”

“Okay, I won’t ask him. How about Jacky and Cole?” She nodded and whimpered a ‘yes’ and Trevor was knocking on their doors within seconds. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jack stood against the doorframe looking at his best friends, “Y/n’s hurt.”

“What?” Luke stood at the end of the hallway, looking between his brother and his brother’s friends.

Trevor’s eyes widened, “Hey Lukey.”

“Y/n’s hurt?”

He nodded and told Jack and Cole to put their shoes on, “Can I come?”

“I asked her and she said no.” 

“What? Why? Let me talk to her!” Trevor put his phone out of reach for the youngest Hughes not to grab it. 

“She doesn't want you to come and I think you should respect that Luke.”

“But she- she’s- she just said she was hurt.”

Tears flooded the boy’s eyes and Trevor looked conflicted, looking between his phone and Luke. Luckily, Jack walked out of his room and placed his arms around his brother, “I’m sure she’s okay. We’ll go get her and bring her back.”

“You guys are going? Why do they get to go?”

“Because she wanted them to.”

“Trevor?” Y/n’s voice is heard from his phone where he accidentally put her on speaker. 

No one paid any mind to it, “That’s such bullshit.”

“Luke! She’s scared and drunk and probably just needs what is most familiar and comfortable to her, which is the three of us.” Cole tried to reason with the younger boy, but nothing was getting through to him.

“We’ve been friends for almost as long as you guys have been and we're dating, why wouldn’t she trust me?!”

“She does trust you, Luke. But you two are also just getting into a rhythm of dating and maybe she doesn’t want you to see her like this. And before you say anything, she knows you won’t care but she's not thinking straight. Why don’t you go sit with Quinn until we get home and we’ll let you know, okay?”

“Whatever.” He stormed off into his room, the other three rolling their eyes and rushing out to who's ever car was first. 

“We’ll be there soon, y/n/n, okay?” Cole asked, taking the phone from his friend. 

She nodded and listened to Cole talk to her as they drove to where she sat on the curb, hoping no one would come up to her. 

Luckily, no one did and the three rushed out of the car and to her side. 

“Are you okay?”

“I think so, I just got a little nervous.”

Trevor kneeled in front of her as Jack and Cole wrapped one of their arms around her at each of her sides. Placing his hands on her knees, Trevor spoke, “How many drinks did you have?” 

By now, she was able to talk without slurring her words, her mind being able to think more clearly. She held five fingers up and looked down shamefully. 

Jack chuckled, “You know you can’t drink that much.” 

Still emotional, her eyes held tears again in her eyes, “I know, I know. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad?”

“Hey, no one’s mad, we just want you to be more careful. Let’s fix up your knees and then we’ll go home.” Trevor went back to the car to grab the first aid kit that Cole had thrown in there.

“Where are your friends?” Cole took off his jacket and placed it around the girl, “They wanted to stay longer. I didn’t want them to have to leave because of me.”

Placing a kiss on her head, Cole chuckled, “You and your people-pleaser tendencies.”

“Hey don’t make fun of me.” She held a pout on her face and Jack laughed as well, “We could never.”

She laughed as well and Trevor cheered placing the last band-aid on her knee, “Yay, we got a smile! You ready to go home?”

She nodded and the three helped her up, Jack happily driving home so she could sit with her brother in the back. She easily laid against Trevor, placing her feet in Cole’s lap. 

“Is Luke mad at me?” 

The three looked at each other, Jack glancing in the rearview mirror, “No, just a little upset.”

“I heard him over the phone.”

Trevor sighed and moved the hair that was crowding over her face out of the way, “He just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“He sounded really frustrated.”

“He’s just worried.”

Moments passed in silence before y/n spoke again, “You were right you know?”

The boys furrowed their eyebrows, “Who?”

“Jack.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” Jack claimed, his voice going higher.

“When you were talking to Luke.” 

She flipped over so she was lying on her left side, looking through the rearview mirror so she could see Jack, tracing shapes on the floor of the car, “You said that I didn’t want him to see me like this, you were right.”

“He loves you, you know? He wouldn’t have cared.”

“I know, but there was just something, I don’t know. Scary about it. We’ve been friends for so long and I just didn’t want him to see me mess up as his girlfriend and end it.”

To, y/n, Luke seeing her drunk and emotional as friends was different than him seeing her drunk when they were dating. Sure there were plenty of times Luke had seen her drunk before, but now, it was almost as if she was afraid of him judging her more than before. 

Cole nodded his head, “I can see that. But at the same time, y/n/n, some of the things you can say are different from when you were friends, yet not really now that you’re dating. This for example, except Luke is allowed to show his worry more.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For always being there for me.” She drifted off to sleep and the three boys looked at each other and smiled. 

✧༺✎༻∞

“Wakey, wakey.”

“No.” Y/n groaned, feeling more of the effects of the alcohol she consumed. 

“Come on, you’re going to give Luke a heart attack soon.”

“But I’m tired. And you’re fucking loud.”

“Only the best for you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that, only Luke can call me that.”

“Oh sure, I’ve been calling you that since third grade but when my brother comes along, he gets priority.”

“Shut it.”

“I can just leave you out here.”

“No! I love you, I’m sorry, you can call me whatever you want just take me inside, please.”

“Alright lil Z, let’s go.”

“Anything but that. I don’t want to be associated with that one.” She pointed to her right where Cole was standing.

“One, ow, that was rude and two, I’m over here dipshit.”

“I’m telling, Mom.”

“Then I’ll tell her you got drunk.”

“I’m 21, I can get drunk if I want to.”

“Then I’ll tell her you got drunk freshman year of college.”

“Fine. Truce, all of you.”

The three nodded and shook her hand, taking her inside. As soon as the front door unlocked and opened, Luke stood up from his place on the couch and rushed over to the door, “Lukey!”

Luke caught his girlfriend in his embrace, wrapping his arms around her torso, “Hey. You okay?”

“I had a little too much to drink.” She giggled wrapping her hands around his neck.

“Have fun bro.” The three walked off, Trevor patting him on the shoulder, to their rooms, leaving the couple behind.

“You want to go lay down?”

“Yes please.” Luke picked her up, her legs unconsciously wrapping around Luke’s waist.

He carried her with ease to his room, placing her on the bed, “What do you want to wear?”

“Your clothes.” Luke chuckled and went to grab some clothes for her, helping her get changed.

The two got comfortable in his bed, y/n wrapping herself in the blanket and snuggling up next to Luke,

“I’m sorry for not wanting you to come, I was just nervous about how you would-”

“Hey, let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? I’m just glad you weren’t severely hurt.” He kissed her forehead and tightened his hold on her.

She nodded, drifting off to sleep, smiling to herself. 

✧༺✎༻∞

✎ BONUS ⇘ : :

Luke woke up around eight and took a look around his room, y/n was nowhere to be found, “Babe?”

He got up and trekked downstairs to see his brothers Trevor and Cole in the kitchen, “Have you guys seen y/n?”

The four looked at each other, then at Luke, trying not to laugh, “Bathroom.”

“Hey! I’m out of the bathroom, thank you very much.”

“After spending thirty minutes in there.” Jack retorted coming around the side and sitting next to her, kissing her on the head, “But we love you.”

“Do you though?”

“No.”

“Hey stop being mean to my girlfriend!” Luke pulled the girl away from his brother and into his lap.

“Get your hands off my sister.”

“Never.” Trevor gagged and went back to pouring the orange juice into the glasses.

“Cole’s the only one that was nice to me last night.”

“That’s so not true. You got mad at me for calling you sweetheart.”

“I did?”

“Mhm, you were all like ‘Luke’s the only one that can call me that.’ and ‘Luke this’ or ‘Luke that’.”

Y/n blushed, hiding her face in her boyfriend’s chest, “Awe, you love me.”

“You wish, Hughes. I love Cole and Quinn. You three are jerks.”

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author’s note: I blacked out while writing this, so it will be as much of a surprise to me when I wake up and reread it as it will to you when you read it for the first time. It wasn’t requested, just something that my brain came up with and wouldn’t let me sleep until I finished it. It’s loosely based off of Olivia Rodrigo’s The Grudge and the movie Sweet Home Alabama (my favorite movie). Also, this is completely made up in my head and in no way reflects something that Luke Hughes has done, or will do. It’s also 2:06 AM and I can’t promise that it’s proofread very well because I can barely keep my eyes open (I worked a double today).

Warnings: cursing, ANGST, cheating, kinda sad but has a good ending. Slow beginning, but I promise it gets better!

Without further ado….

The Grudge

“Hello?”

The single word that was the catapult for the demise of your relationship. The single word that changed the course of what you pictured your future as.

Luke’s side of the call was silent, the only noise able to be heard was his breathing, heavy as if the weight of the world was crushing his lungs, deflating him of life.

He wasn’t supposed to be calling. He had told you he was having a guys week, a time for him to regroup with his brothers and friends at the lake house. It was his own little sanctuary away from the life that he had worked so hard for. A quiet place. He had asked for that time, to which you agreed, he needed a break.

“Luke? Everything ok?”

He wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone in that instance. The reality that he was about to destroy the last bit of trust that you held for him constricting him as he fought with his vocal cords, trying like hell to form some form of vocalization.

“I need to tell you something,” He managed to squeeze the words out, every bit of courage mustered into it. The feeling of facing the mistake that he had made seemed impossible compared to simply just refusing to acknowledge it. He could ignore it all, ghost you, and pretend like he had never ruined everything. He had ruined your relationship, your love. You. He had ruined you, including everything that came from the relationship the two of you developed a couple of summers before he had left to play for Michigan.

Ironic that it would begin and end during the summer.

“Ok. Are you-”

“Are you alone?”

His brothers will kill him when they find out, but your family? The thought of them being there to wipe your tears and listen to your rants that have to do with him break his heart. He had developed a special relationship with your dad, your mom always put a stocking out for him during the holiday season, your brother? He had taught your little brother how to skate, how to play hockey. Even though he couldn’t coach your little brother’s team, he had supported him since the beginning. He had bought him his first jersey. 43.

“Yeah, Luke. You’re scaring me.”

“God, I fucking hate myself. I’m so sorry,” Sobbing, the sound of his arm wiping his nose could be heard. He knew he shouldn’t cry. He chose this.

He knew he didn’t always treat you like you should have, no deserved, to be treated. He didn’t spend time with you like he should have, he didn’t tell you he loved you enough. When you yelled at him about things, he would scream back. He would never hit you, but his words cut through your core, sometimes feeling worse than what you imagined the sting of one of his slaps might feel like.

The anxiety that stemmed from Luke’s call gripped your lungs, confusion coursing through your body outweighing the blood that sucked at carrying the oxygen at the moment. There was nothing random about your relationship, he didn’t surprise you with anything, much less a phone call.

Something is wrong.

The silence was deafening, overwhelmingly so.

“I tried to tell myself that you would never find this out, but there was somebody taking pictures and I need you to hear it from me first, ok?” He closed his eyes forcing himself to find some shred of courage left inside of him.

“Ok,” The word was breathy as it left your lips, a courtesy to encourage him to continue.

“I cheated,” It flowed out of his mouth in such a casual way that it felt like somebody had stabbed you in the back, twisting the knife and watching as you writhed in pain. The taste of iron flooded your senses as you bit your cheek to hold yourself together.

“We went to one of the local bars. She was the bartender, she knew us. Trevor invited her to the house after her shift and me and her ended up alone together while the others were out back and one thing led to another…one of the guys took a picture and posted it on their story. They forgot about you.” He tried to explain it in a way that redeemed himself. He was only 20 years old…this bartender could’ve taken advantage of him, but you knew him.

He didn’t get close to just anybody, he was the gate to his space. Nobody would get through the gate if he didn’t want them to, including this girl. Which made the bile that was building in your throat much more bitter. The fact that he not only cheated, but is trying to play victim makes you bubble with rage. Luke Hughes was very good at many things, but the one thing he had never quite mastered the role of was “victim.”

The shock coursed through your body like metal to a magnet, searching endlessly for something to smash into and deciding your heart was the place to do that. It felt like you forgot to breathe, your lungs aching for a breath.

“Y/N?” He willed you to talk, silence causing more anxiety than your anger ever would have.

“I never would have done this to you,” Your whisper spoke more volumes than a scream would have, cutting through the phone and going straight through Luke’s body. He wished you would scream at him, tell him he fucked up, but the way you said those words made him feel like this was it. He couldn’t come back from this one.

“I’m sorry,” His words were meaningless, but he spoke them nonetheless.

Those two words sent you into a silent rage, one that wrecked the inside of your mind but couldn’t be seen by anyone else. You hung up the phone, throwing it across your room and immediately packing everything that had to do with Luke into a box that you found.

Packing 4 years worth of things that you acquired from him was emotionally draining, each article triggering memories through the years.

His first Michigan Hockey sweatshirt that he had bought himself packed into the bottom of the box reminded you of the date he had planned. He had snuck the two of you into the arena when no one was there and taught you to skate, skills that still stick with you to this day. His first hoodie became yours that night, the smell of his cologne long gone from the comfort it brought you many nights when you felt lonely.

A Devils snow globe and jersey that was decorated with the number 43, his number, packed next. He had bought it for you the day he was drafted, convinced that it would be worth something one day. And it was. Just not to you anymore. The snow globe was attached to a memory that was better left forgotten. It was for your birthday, which happened to be the day after his. When you had gone all out for his 20th birthday, buying him a new custom suit and designer shoes that required months of savings, he gave you a snow globe that “you could add to your collection.” You had said some backhanded things to him, a huge fight came from that. A fight on your birthday, something else that you would’ve never done to him.

The last items consisted of hoodies, a few pairs of sweatpants and boxers, and a couple of jackets. The last thing, however, was something that you didn’t know if you could part with.

It was a letter that Luke had wrote you for Valentine’s Day the second year of your relationship, a sweet surprise that you weren’t expecting with your usual bouquet of daisies and roses, your two favorite flowers.

When you doubted your relationship with Luke in the past, when arguments and fights felt like it was all it consisted of, you always found your way back to his letter. He had told you that you were his end game, that there would never be somebody else that was better suited for him. He poured his heart out in that letter, telling you that he was going to marry you one day. One day when he had made it to the NHL and could roll in money, he was going to buy a rock for your finger and a huge house for all of the babies that you talked about.

Rereading the letter normally made you remember the good times, when things were good, but under the circumstances now it made you want to burn it, to watch his words turn to ash, just like the promises he had made to you.

Meaningless. His words were meaningless now.

It wasn’t always his fault, no. There were instances where you said things that you knew hurt him, things that echoed in the back of his head every now and then. Something along the lines of him never being as good as his brothers, that he would always be in their shadow. That Luke Hughes would be known as “just another Hughes brother.”

Some days he felt like that statement couldn’t be more true, that he would never live up to the records that Quinn and Jack seemed to break every time they stepped on the ice. Some days he just couldn’t see it coming together for him.

But other days he knew he was determined to make a name for himself, for Luke. The Hughes name was a force to be reckoned with. Luke wanted to be even better than his last name. Whatever it took, sometimes at the expense of those around him.

You snatched the letter that was stuck in the corner of the mirror that perched on top of your dresser, the sound of the paper crisp beneath your fingertips. As much as you wanted to destroy the letter, you figured it would be better to send it back to Luke. He needed to see all of the promises he broke and hurt he’s caused.

The paper was the last thing in the box, folded neatly on top of everything else.

Closing the box, you carried it to your car, placing it in the backseat behind the driver’s side. If there’s one thing that could be payback to Luke, it was telling his parents. He thrived on his parent’s approval, likely a symptom of being the youngest brother of an extremely successful family.

Ellen and Jim’s faces burned the back of your mind, so many memories that consisted of the two of them. Countless games at Michigan were spent with the two of them, as well as a couple of trips to New Jersey. You had helped Ellen cook supper many times, and watched as Jim coached his sons. Ellen’s pep talks were rarely intended for you, but you always felt like something could be learned from her wisdom.

The drive was silent, muscle memory the only way you could manage to get there in the state you were in. You didn’t know if the lights were green or if you used your blinker, all you could think about was Luke admitting to cheating. All of the shit you had been through with each other, all of the petty fights, had finally come to a head. You may have gone low, below the belt at some point in time, but this? You never could have ruined him like this, no matter how bad you wanted to.

As hurt as you were, you were numb. Tears wouldn’t fall, your body still in shock over the news.

As you drove up the paved driveway to the house that had become your second home, the emotions hit you when you saw Ellen in the flower beds, digging up weeds and planting new flowers.

She had heard a car approaching, causing her to look up and recognize you. Although she loved for you to visit, you normally didn’t come over unless Luke was with you, especially now that him and Jack owned the lake house.

She wiped at the sweat that was beading her forehead, dirt from her work gloves sticking in some of her blonde locks that were glued to her face. She smiled at you, before confusion flashed and she saw that you were carrying a box.

“Hi, Doll! Luke’s not here, but I’m glad you stopped by!” Her warm tone and kind smile didn’t fade, even if she did notice something off about your demeanor.

Her voice broke you. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring her and Jim into this. Maybe you should have just threw everything that connected you to Luke in a garbage can and called it a day.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She walked towards you with her arms open, noticing your quivering lips and teary eyes.

She was drenched in sweat from the summer sun, but you didn’t mind it. Dropping the box on the driveway, you allowed her to wrap her arms around you tightly. Her embrace gave you comfort as sobs racked through your body. How could such a loving mom and dad create such a jack ass? They had done perfect with 2/3 of their sons…what happened with Luke?

“Do you want to go inside? Jim’s working on a sink faucet, but he won’t mind,” She ushered you inside, her hand gently pushing your back.

Nodding, you wiped your nose on your sleeve and allowed her to walk you inside. She quickly washed her hands at the sink Jim was working at, earning a few objections from him, but she hushed him and motioned to you.

His face filled with concern as he noticed something wrong with you. He could fix a lot of things, but girls was something he would leave to his wife.

The leather of the couch soothed the heat that the summer sun had left on your skin. Ellen joined, sitting next to you as she rubbed your back, calming you. She truly was like a second mom.

“Is everything ok?” She held onto your arm, the pressure from her fingers sending tingles to your brain.

“No,” You croaked, the single word rattling your throat as it struggled to exit.

“What happened?” Her voice had dropped below her regular volume, but above a whisper. She cut her eyes at Jim who was attempting to listen from the kitchen.

“He cheated…”

The shock hit his parents as hard as it did you. Quinn would never cheat, Jack? It was questionable sometimes. But they’re baby? The one that had endured the lectures from his parents the longest, the one that had seen his brother’s mistakes and learned from them, the one that seemed so in love with you that nothing could ever separate you both? It seemed nearly impossible. Surely it was a mistake.

“How do you know? The press always lies…” She trailed off, your eyes connecting to hers.

“He told me,” The strength you tried to regain from your prior meltdown was useless as your voice trembled, “…said that he wanted to tell me before somebody else did.”

“Oh, Honey. I’m so sorry,” She pulled you into her arms, watching as Jim rounded the corner to join. You were like the daughter the two of them had always wanted, so seeing you hurt killed them in return. And at the hands of their son? They were immensely disappointed. They didn’t raise him like this.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do, and I probably should have left you both out of it,” Your attempts at stopping the free-flowing tears were useless, so you embraced each one as it fell, “…um, I brought his stuff back. I know he’s at the lake house, but I don’t think I can see him right now. I really wish we could have worked. You two will never know how much you and your boys mean to me.”

“Likewise, sweet girl. I wish I could make this all better. You may not feel like it right now, but our family will always hold a spot for you,” Ellen reassured, a hum of agreement resonating within Jim.

“Anytime you want, and I’m serious, our door will always be open for you. No matter the time or circumstance, do you understand?” Jim waited for you to respond, a nod of your head, before embracing you again.

Their words meant so much, but the hurt still ached, seemingly never ending.

You said your goodbyes, taking in the house that you would probably never see again. The walls holding memories that only those in the house would ever understand or appreciate.

Closing the front door felt like closing a chapter on your life. A chapter that felt like it was ending in the middle with no resolve, but it closed.

It needed to.

———

As the New Year approached, your parents reminded you of the plans they had that would draw them away from home. They claimed that they celebrated Christmas with you, but the New Year meant that you were alone in a house that felt big and lonely while they celebrated with their fellow group of middle aged parents.

The months had passed, agonizingly, since Luke’s cheating admittance. The summer turned to fall and fall into winter, getting colder like you were allowing your heart to do.

A few dates here and there did nothing but remind you that the guy wasn’t Luke. They should’ve been better than Luke since they actually treated you with respect and checked every box that a girl had.

But the lack of teasing, of being the biggest pain in your ass and best friend, made the hole in your life bigger. You were sure nothing would help, not even the texts from Ellen and Jim, periodically, made it better.

They all consisted of the same topic: “How are you doing?”

It was the same old same old, until it wasn’t. Until Ellen texted you after Christmas asking you about your plans for New Year’s Eve. The Hughes had always thrown a party for the New Year, packed to the brim with people.

When Ellen asked if you had plans, you had every intention on lying and saying yes. Saying that you had a date and that he was taking you to see the countdown and fireworks that followed, but something told you to tell the truth. So you did.

After you had admitted to her that you, in fact, would be all alone, she reached out and invitation to join them.

The invitation had toggled in your mind for a few days now. On one hand, you wanted to go see how everybody was, talk to his brothers, catch up with his friends. On the other, you wanted to stay home in your pajamas and watch Andy Cohen get shitfaced with Anderson Cooper while wondering if Luke would kiss somebody for the occasion.

The saying “curiosity killed the cat” proved to be true as you had finally decided to go, a sparkly gold dress accentuated your curves, hugging you in all of the right places, the places that Luke had once yearned for. You don’t know how, but your makeup was flawless, your eyeshadow bringing out your eyes in a way that you had never seen, but you loved it. Maybe this was revenge?

Even though you hadn’t made the drive in over 6 months, you still knew it like the back of your hand. Your nerves were working overtime, anxiety squeezing your thoughts the closer you got to the Hughes’ residence.

What if Luke had a new girlfriend? What if his parents were the only ones that wanted you there? Was this actually a good idea?

Too late now.

There was probably 25 or more cars that littered the driveway, most carrying a minimum of 2 people. It was a relief, maybe you could just blend in with the rest of them. A chameleon in the house of your ex lover.

Music blared, drifting from the backyard into the front, making the walk to the door less daunting of a task. There was no use in knocking, the sound of talking and music would most likely just drown it out, so you took a breath as you pushed the door open. It appeared to be the spot for the more mature crowd, Jim spotting you as soon as you walked in.

He was confused as to who you were at first, but as soon as you gave him a shy smile his face lit up with excitement. He had missed you more than he realized.

“Y/N! What a nice surprise! Come in, make yourself at home,” He squeezed you in a tight hug before relinquishing you.

“Y/N! Oh my, I wasn’t expecting you to come, but I’m so glad you did!” Ellen squealed, the clinking of her heels against the hardwood floors becoming faster as she did her best to jog to you, embracing you like her life depended on it. It lasted a few seconds before she held you out at arms length, examining you.

“Gosh, you look absolutely stunning! That dress was made for you!” She gushed.

“Thank you! I just decided to throw something together last minute. I should have let you know I was coming, but I honestly didn’t decide until right before I got dressed,” you chuckled, explaining the lack of communication on your part.

“Honey, you do not have to explain a single thing to me! I’m just so happy you’re here!” She hugged you again, rocking you side to side.

“The kids, sorry, young adults are out back. I do have to warn you…Luke did bring a date,” As she explained the dilemma, you expected yourself to break down. When it didn’t, relief washed over you. It had been almost 7 months, why wouldn’t Luke have moved on? You couldn’t be mad at him for that part, but you still held a grudge against him for allowing you to love him as much as you did and shattering your heart in the end.

There was never another conversation between the two of you. His parents never brought him up, he had never attempted to contact you, so the resolve was the fact that you returned everything. He had nothing left connecting him to you. That was how it was supposed to be, so there was no need to communicate with you. He had gotten the message loud and clear when he had returned home to a box of his things in his old bedroom and an ass-chewing from his parents and brothers. One that he would never wish on his worst enemy.

He learned from his mistake, but felt like the very toxic situation between the two of you was better left where it was: untouched.

He had been trying to move on ever since, sleeping with any girl that reminded him of you, sneaking them out before Jack had noticed, or simply just embracing the newness of being alone. It sucked at first, but he got used to it.

Ellen’s face flushed with concern at the momentary silence that followed her statement, scared that she would scare you off with the news of her son, your ex, having a date that wasn’t you.

“Ellen, it’s ok! I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” Making light of the situation was easier to fake on the outside, but trying to convince yourself was a bit harder.

You talked to Ellen and Jim for a few more minutes, catching them up on the latest details of your life, and then grabbed a Michelob to give you some liquid courage as you walked to the backyard.

There was people dancing, circles of people talking, various games being played, the scene never-ending as your eyes scanned over them. A few people locked eyes with you, recognizing you as the ex, but most everybody just continued to do whatever it was that they were doing. It wasn’t until Quinn’s eyes softened from his party vibes to concerned big brother that you felt nerves wrack your body. He immediately excused himself from the group he was talking to, making his way through the small sea of people to get to you.

For a split second you wanted to run away, but the rational side of you talked you down. It was just Quinn. Quinn had done nothing to you except loved you as if you were his own sister, so why would you run?

“Y/N! I wasn’t expecting you…how are you?” You immediately threw your arms around his torso, him returning the gesture, his hug similar to the way Ellen had hugged you.

“I’m good! I had no other plans and Ellen seemed like she really wanted me here…”

“Yeah, she hasn’t shut up about you,” He laughed, recalling how his mom mentions you anytime a girl was over, even one that Luke brought, and always comparing them to you when they left.

You were the standard that she held possible daughter-in-laws to, but they never lived up to you, she would admit.

“Gotta love her,” You chuckled, a slight awkward tension fell between you, a foreign, icky, awkwardness.

“That you do,” Quinn tried to repair the conversation, but some friends began to pull him away. He had mentioned to not leave before telling him bye, and then left with the group.

“Didn’t think you’d show up here,” The voice turned your blood to ice, freezing up what the beer had tried to let loose prior. No matter how many ways you envisioned this interaction to go down, nothing could have prepared you for hearing his voice after so long. It wasn’t like “nails on a chalkboard” irritating, but more along the lines when you pick a scab and it starts bleeding again.

That’s quite literally what it was. He was an old wound in your life that was becoming irritated because it was being messed with. No matter how much time had passed, it was still sensitive.

“Well, didn’t think I would be here either. It’s just as much a surprise to me as it is to you,” You turned around, met with the beautiful, curly-haired boy that was once your everything and a petit blonde that was his temporary. She was gorgeous, you’d give her that. But it wasn’t real beauty. It was bought. There’s nothing wrong with that, but her bleach blonde hair, fake tan, and push-up bra was irritating like nails on a chalkboard.

“Do you mind going to get us something to drink?” He turned to his date, giving him the empty bottle that his hand wrapped around.

“Is that a Michelob Ultra?” You almost snorted, her question a breath of fresh air in this unfortunate meeting.

“Not her and I, you and I,” Luke quickly cleared up.

She left with a smirk playing at her lips, kissing his cheek and heading inside.

“God, please let’s go somewhere else,” He grabbed your arm, tugging you to a secluded, area beside the shed out back. Your brain told you to rip your arm from his grip and scold him for thinking it was okay to ever touch you again, but your deemed in control and allow his touch to erupt butterflies in your tummy.

“I don’t know what I was thinking bringing her here,” he groaned, realizing he was still holding onto you, quickly letting go.

“She seems more Jack’s type, if you ask me,” You suggested, Luke squinting his eyes at your words.

“Good thing I didn’t ask…” He may have been the reason the relationship ended, but he wasn’t going to put up with any slander that you had for his current life. The life that didn’t include you.

“Whatever, why did you bring me here?” You looked around at the spot. It had definitely been a spot where the two of you had snuck off to make out several times, escaping the teasing of his older brothers.

“To talk…” He shift his weight to his heels, his hands finding warmth in the pockets on his pants.

“Oh! To talk about you being a complete dipshit and cheating on me this past summer? Yes, let’s talk about that!” Sarcasm dripped from your voice like venom from a snake, targeting the next victim: Luke.

“I’m sorry…” Again, the empty apologies were beginning to grind at you now. You didn’t want the apologies or the excuses. You wanted him to shut up for once, hear you out, and then come up with a genuine apology. He had said his piece, now it was time for you to say yours.

“No, Luke. You’re not sorry for cheating, you’re sorry you got caught. Save the apologies for when you actually mean them,” You started, him immediately shutting up and listening.

“We were so fucking toxic. You know it, I know it. The whole world probably knows it by now. But, God, I loved you so much. I would have spent my whole life trying to fight for that stupid relationship and you turned around and threw it all away. And for what? Some temporary pleasure? You couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough to get back to me?” Your words shot through him, like bullets hitting glass, shattering the surrounding areas. He couldn’t argue because everything that you were saying was true, but he’d be damned if he let you find satisfaction in being right.

“You said it yourself, it was toxic! You probably would’ve found a problem with me being there without you, anyway!” He tried to defend himself, but he was fanning a flame that he shouldn’t be messing with right now.

“Don’t you dare try to manipulate me into thinking your cheating was justified! Luke Hughes, I’ve said some fucked up shit throughout the years, but I never have, and never will ruin your trust. That’s the type of shit that lasts a lifetime. I can’t date anybody else because there’s always that ‘what if’ of them cheating!” Tears brimmed your eyes, softening the wall that surrounded Luke’s heart. He was a tough guy, but the sight of you hurting was a soft spot for him, an Achilles heel.

“You promised me a future, and then turned around and burned it to the ground without a second thought once you got a taste of fame,” Your finger poked at his chest hard enough for him to wince, expecting to see bruises the next morning.

“You’re a liar! A fucking liar and cheater!” Your voice broke as the words left your mouth, but Luke took the verbal beating that he deserved.

“Do you think I want to be labeled as a cheater, Y/N?! I’ve prayed for months that I’d just wake up and it not be real, that we’d still be together!”

“Awe, so sad, Luke. Truly heart wrenching!” You grabbed at your heart, feigning compassion as he began to clench his jaw, the muscle flexing as his annoyance rose. It was hot, but not hot enough for you to do anything about it.

“Stop being such a bitch, it may suit you, but it doesn’t mean you have to wear it.” His eyes grew dark, almost challenging you to see who would win in a game of insults.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I was supposed to act however you deemed fit. Even if you’re a cheater…”

“I cheated, I’m not a cheater,” he tried to correct, a viscous chuckle tumbling from your mouth in response.

“I’m not! That’s the one and only time that it will ever happen, I can promise you that!” His voice rose in volume as he continued to defend himself.

“Oh, one and done Luke! How nice! My trust is fixed, so there’s nothing left to worry about!” The sound of people counting down in the background didn’t distract you.

10…9….8…

“If I’ve had anything in the past months it’s peace in knowing I don’t have to put up with your fucking nagging anymore!”

7…6…5…

“Yeah, and I don’t have to worry about you fucking some rando anymore!”

4…3…2…

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

1…

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The voices erupted behind the shed, but the whirlwind of a kiss muffled it all.

Luke eagerly pulled your face toward him, his lips colliding as intensely as a train hitting a car on the tracks. An accident waiting to happen, but there nothing that could be done about it.

It took a second or two, but you kissed back with the same passion as him, him pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall of the shed.

His lips were like home, sweet and comforting. The remnants of his vodka redbull tempting your taste buds to plunge deeper, but you didn’t, you let him set the pace.

One of his hands tilted your chin up, steadying it as the other pulled you closer from the small of your back. Every sense inside of you erupted in fireworks as his tongue tried to gain entrance into your mouth, but you stood your ground, or tried to at least.

The hand that steadied your chin found itself wrapped around your neck, the shock causing you to gasp as he gained entrance.

“Luke! I finally found something to drink, but we missed our-” The voice immediately tore the two of you apart, the fireworks over the lake and store bought pretty interrupting the fireworks that were going off inside of you. Your breathing was a little shallow as you tried to control it again.

“-kiss. What the hell.” She glanced between the two of you before storming off, her stiletto sinking into the grass as she desperately tried to remove it from her foot.

Luke groaned, but the chirping had just begun for you, “One and done, huh?”

“Me and her aren’t even dating!” He squealed.

“We’re talking about this tomorrow, Y/N. Do you understand me?” He pointed at you as he began to smooth over yet another failed attempt at dating, but he wasn’t going to reconcile that one.

“Aye aye, Captain,” You gave him a silly salute, earning an eye roll from him, but as soon as he turned away from you the smile wouldn’t disappear.

Call you crazy, but you hadn’t felt butterflies for a long time, probably since his note to you. What you felt tonight was an army of butterflies being obliterated by fireworks. The feeling of his fingers around your neck, his jaw muscle contracting, everything about him had turned you on.

Did you really fold that easily?

Oh well. The thought of the next day, the possibility of getting him back, along with his family far outweighed your pride.

He could be your Luke once more.

#nhl imagine #nhl fic #jack hughes #nhl fanfiction #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #cole caufield #jack hughes imagines #nico hischier #luke hughes x you #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x y/n #my brain is fried from writing this #but I couldn’t stop writing

[writercole]

I Have To Go

Summary: Charles has to leave for the start of the season. But his girlfriend doesn’t want him to go. Words: 1371 Warnings: 18 +. Dead dove do not eat. Dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), fingering, insecurities, breeding kink, use of pet names, making him late, vaginal penetration, vaginal sex, hand bracelets Credits: This goes out to Pinterest, the real G, for sparking the idea and to @reels-and-wheels for fanning that spark into a flame and for looking over it with hella enthusiasm. A/N: The whore jumped out.

Charles sighed as he saw his girlfriend pouting on the bed. His heart fell at the idea of having to leave her for another weekend, for another race, especially after having spent so much time together. “Desole, chérie,” he whispered, pressing a  kiss to her forehead.

Her fingers slipped into his belt loops, tugging him towards her, her lips pressing against his stomach as she nudged the hem of his shirt up with her nose.

“Chérie, je dois y aller,” he mumbled, quietly, unconvincing. His long fingers tangled in her hair gently as his breathing became shallow, her lips trailing from his navel towards the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

“Just a few minutes. Please, Charlie.”

“Silvia is already mad at me.”

“Blame me. I don’t care. Just want you to be relaxed before you go.” Her fingers popped the button on his jeans and his eyes fluttered shut with a soft moan. Her knees hit the floor with a thump and she pulled his zipper down slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop her.

Charles didn’t move to make her stop, didn’t utter a word. He tipped his head down, his lids hooded as he looked at her face, watching as she licked her lips at the sight of his cock straining the fabric of his boxers. “You look so pretty down on your knees for me.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, biting her bottom lip as she pulled out his hard length, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue before wrapping her lips around the tip.

A sharp intake of breath accompanied the hum of contentment as she slowly swallowed more of his length. Her tongue wrapped around the underside of his cock as she pulled her head back, the suction of her lips sealing around him eliciting an obscene groan from deep in his chest.

“Amour, you are incredible,” he panted, his head tipped back and his eyes shut. His hips began to chase after her mouth, thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged quietly but refused to let off, doubling down on her pace and depth.

“Easy, chérie,” he coaxed as he looked down, “you have to breathe. Breathe with me. That’s it, breathe in.”

Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and moved in time with her mouth, stroking up and down firmly. His free hand cupped her cheek and his thumb brushed away the tears that had fallen from the corner of her eye. “That’s it. Ma belle bébé d’amour. Fuck, you look so beautiful stretched around my cock. Bellissimo.”

Her free hand traveled between her thighs and rubbed against her clothed mound, whimpers drowned by his dick filling her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut as she choked on him, her fingers sliding into her panties as he watched.

“You’re making me really not want to go this weekend. Is that what you want? For me to stay with you?”

The agreement was quiet, barely audible though the vibration through his dick was confirmation enough for him.

“Up, chérie. It seems to me that you need reminding that you’re my priority, that this cock belongs to you and only you. I’m always going to come back to you,” he detailed as he pulled her to her feet. “Maybe I should knock you up. Would that be enough? Me fucking a baby into you?”

Whining, she stepped backwards until her knees bent over the mattress, falling back onto the bed with Charles above her. His hands deftly removed her panties and his fingers dipped into her waiting folds, spreading her slick down into her warm cunt while he leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear, his free hand wrapping around her hip.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, your smile,” he paused as he slipped two fingers into her dripping channel, “this pussy. Gorgeous. And if I had more time, I’d show you. I’d prove to you that you’re all I want. But I don’t have the time I’d need. I’ll never have that much time.”

Charles pulled his fingers out with a squelch, eliciting a whine from her. His jeans dropped to his ankles as he smirked. “Baby, you have to tell me what you want. Whining doesn’t tell me anything.”

She covered her face with her hands and mumbled something, Charles chuckling before he gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head in one hand.

“Chérie, you should never cover your beautiful face but even more so when I’ve got my cock ready for you. Not when I need you to ask for what you want. Care to try that again?”

“Charleeees,” she whined as she wiggled her hips. “You know what I want.”

“Do I? Do you want me to get your vibrator?”

“No! You, Charles. I want you.”

“Baby, you have me, I told you.”

“No, I...”

“You what?”

“I want you to fuck me raw. No condom.”

“Mon dieu, chérie,” he growled as he plunged his leaking cock into her dripping pussy. “I wanted you to say that for so long.”

Her back arched off of the mattress when he tucked his arm under the small of her back, tilting her hips and hitting every spot just right. His pace was fast but not frantic, aware of the time constraint but determined to give her what she wanted, what he longed for.

“So warm and wet for me. Taking everything. You’re gonna be such a good mommy. So beautiful with my baby growing inside of you.”

“Charles, yes, please,” she panted as her walls tightened around him, “please fuck a baby into me. Please.  Want it. Want your baby.”

“All you had to do was ask. I want you to carry my child more than I want to win. That would be the best moment of my life.” His pace quickened as she tensed under him, her wrists pressing against the hand engulfing them. “You’re pulling me in, chérie. I won’t last much longer.”

“Please. Want it inside. Want you to fill me. Fill me up. Want it all.”

Her body went rigid as her climax rolled over her, her walls pulsing around Charles, triggering his release. He chanted her name as his cock throbbed, painting her womb with his seed. He released her wrists and tipped his head backwards, lacing his fingers behind his neck as he panted, his face coated in sweat and his gray tee clinging to his chest.

Charles stepped back, hissing as he pulled out of her, his fingers collecting the cum that dripped out and tucked it back in. “I want you to stay like this for an hour, amour. Close those beautiful legs and keep it all inside for me. I want to hear that you’re pregnant on the first off weekend of the season.”

“Charlie, are you serious? You want a baby with me?” She asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked anywhere but at her boyfriend righting his jeans.

“I want everything with you, baby. Family, future, forever. And if a baby is what you need to be secure in that knowledge, then that’s what I’ll do. If it’s not what you want, then tell me and we’ll do what we need.”

“No, Charlie, I want that, too.”

He leaned down, pressing a deep kiss to her lips as his phone started to ring, a shrill sound that made him pull back with a sigh.

“Je t’aime, amour. Très beaucoup.”

“Moi aussi,” she replied with a smile, reaching up to cup his stubbled cheek. A moment later, the ringtone started again.

Charles turned his head to kiss her palm before he stood. “I have to go, chérie. I’ll call you soon. We’ll talk more when Silvia isn’t about to quit on me.”

He blew her a kiss before he walked out of the room, hustling up the hallway, pulling his phone out of his pocket. As he looked at the screen, it began to ring again, his assistant calling rather than his manager.

“Joris, bien. J’ai besoin d’une faveur.”

“Ah bon?”

“Oui. J’ai besoin d'une bague de fiançailles.”

“ENFIN!”

#writercole #cole writes #charles leclerc #rpf #so delulu #cl16 #leclerc era #spicy #with weeps #spicy fic #18+

[nightwardenminthara]

six sentence sunday

Fenris puts a hand on Hawke’s waist, the other hand coming to curl into his hair and drag him down into another long, languid kiss. The hand on his waist touches an old burn scar. Hawke had told the story once at The Hanged Man shortly after Fenris had joined his crew, the time he’d burned himself with his own flames as a child and hid it from his father in embarrassment. By the time Malcolm Hawke saw it, it was too late to fully heal the wound and so the skin was marked by a pinkish welt to this day. At the time, Fenris had thought it poetic justice for a mage to be burned by his own hand.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it now.

#wip tag #fenhawke #i need to finish thisss #i have family over this weekend but i wanna finish it this week #cole writes #its introspective smut retelling of their first time lmao #i have a series of vignettes displaying fenris' growth during and after da2 via sex and intimacy w hawke lol #ch: grant hawke

[mittenslikescats]

I can’t even

Some fucker changed it because ‘oh no Ninjago can’t possibly have a gay relationship’ even though there’s evidence in the SHOW and not to mention several ppl working on the show support these 2 as a ship.

And don’t tell me that ‘they’re just trying to make sure the information is factual’ cus on that same exact page they have Nya listed as one of Cole’s former love interest even though it’s been confirmed by Tommy Andersen that Cole never liked Nya romantically and that he was just confused at the sudden attention she was giving him.

But of course some homophobe probably got upset at seeing Geo being a possible love interest for Cole. I sometimes cannot with this wiki, like you have your canon straight ships, you got Jaya, Kailor, Pixane, Llokita just let us have this one gay ship be canon. It’s not going to ruin Cole’s character if he ends up in a romantic relationship with Geo. When Kai and Skylor got together did that suddenly ruin Kai’s personality? No and it would be the same for Cole.

It’s honestly tiring having to fight for queer representation in Ninjago and it doesn’t make it easier having homophobes trying to bash anyone who supports a queer ship or headcanons a character as queer in this fandom.

Also while on topic I actually hate how ppl will try to use Vania as an excuse to be homophobic. Like when a homophobe goes on about how ‘Cole isn’t gay’ they’ll always bring up Vania (and Nya at times too) like it’s been confirmed that Cole and Vania are just friends yet people still treat the ship as canon (u can totally ship them if u want btw) and use Vania as an excuse to homophobic. Like don’t you dare bring my girl into this

I’m honestly disappointed in the ninjago wiki, I thought people there would be more open to the idea of Cole and Geo being a canon couple. But I guess that’s just wishful thinking.

#But seriously I’m kinda pissed #You get all your straight ships and the second we get evidence of a queer one ppl try to silence it #If u can write ‘former love interest’ for Nya then u can damn well write ‘possible love interest’ for Geo #Anyways rant is over #I feeling like drawing a bunch of Lostshipping art and sending it the wiki non stop #lostshipping #Ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #mittens rants #Cole x geo #geodeshipping

[hrtsdevils]

look at me, i feel homesick. | fall to me au

fall to me au | instagram edit

pairing(s): platonic hughes brothers x family friend!reader

a/n this au is interactive so pretty please feel free to send ideas and feedback!! title is based on right now by gracie, and give me ideas for a nickname for reader!! enjoy<3

october 14, 2023

yourusername

liked by jackhughes, lhughes_06, elblue6, and 728 others

yourusername a collection of things i severely miss!!! the boys:( and my moosey!!!! weenie and the lake house (look how silly that throwback is on slide 6 i giggle)

tagged lhughes_06, jackhughes, _quinnhughes

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#hughes brothers #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #nhl fic #instagram edit #nhl insta edit #nj devils #kirby dach x reader #kirby dach #hughes family #nhl hockey #hockey fic #trevor zegras #cole caufield #fall to me au! #maddie writes stuff

[melanytm]

pov u ask ur nerd bf to help u study :))

#movieverse bruise has been on my mind recently #art #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago fanart #fanart #jay walker #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #cole brookstone #bruiseshipping #the wall of text is actually an accurate autism rant bc i asked my best friend (autism with a special interest in shapes) to write it lol!! #they are SO converse/vans duo you can’t convince me otherwise