#Colehcs

[beautifulmonsterx]

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[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Scott Mason, is a prominent side character in both Cole McCarthy and Ryan Chance’s lives. 

Scott is the leader of the gang that Cole grew up in, and the man who Ryan sleeps with for drugs. 

He is cold and meticulous and knows how to get what he wants. 

Scott’s signature move is to brand people with a burn from one of his own lit cigarettes if they get on his bad side. Both Ryan and Cole have such burns. 

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Multi muse: 20-30

Multi-Muse Meme

Which muses have sent nudes before? - Cole, Dannie, Justin, Kendall, Ryan.

Which muses are left-handed? - Parker and Evan

Which muses prefer bathing over showering? Quinn

Which muses belong to a religion? Uh… Evan, Charlotte,

Which muses bite their nails? Tessa, Max, Shauna, Elliot

Which muses can’t ride a bike? Bennett, Cory,

Which muses can change a tire? Zach, Tessa, Will, Ryan, Max, Parker, Nathan, Meredith, Kendra, Kane, Justin, Jamie, Evelyn, Elliot, Charlotte, and Alex

Which muses can’t swim? Cory, Bennett, Will.

Which muse is the clumsiest? Molly, or Jamie

And which is the most elegant? … Dannie when it comes to her dancing or Quinn maybe?

Which muses are parents? Kane

I feel like I should put gifs on this, but I am way too lazy right now. 

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Cole McCarthy and Ryan Chance run with the same crowed. They are friends to a certain extent, but wouldn’t hang out just the two of them. They have an unspoken understanding that the two of them will never sleep together, even though both of them have slept around in their group of friends. 

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

flashback! (cole)

“Try and tell me what to do again, and you’ll wish for this again.” Mason almost whispered as he pulled the cigarette away from Cole’s skin.

Cole stood at the entrance of the tunnel with his arms tucked behind his back. He clenched his jaw, as he heard the pleading voice of a woman behind him, mixed with the drunken laughter of his… Well he wouldn’t call them friends. With each new day, Cole was beginning to hate what he had gotten himself into more and more. He didn’t used to care, he did as he was told and didn’t care about the rest of the world. If he had learned anything it was that people were only ever really looking out for themselves. Fuck the rest of the world.

That’s how he used to think at least. Lately he had been noticing more. He had seen the looks on the faces of his victims, he had heard the cries of their loved ones. He couldn’t remember why he had ever gotten joy out of a fight. He couldn’t remember why he had ever thought his gang leader’s jokes were funny. The problem was, there really wasn’t a way out.

A shrill scream caused Cole to grit his teeth. He balled his fists and let out a breath before turning and walking into the tunnel. The sigh in front of him, made him sick. Two of the thugs were holding the poor woman’s arms as the leader felt her up.

“Mason!” Cole yelled out. “That’s enough!”  His voice echoed in against the concrete walls and the wet pavement.

“Stay out of this McCarthy. I say when it’s enough, not you.” Cole stepped forward and pulled Mason’s arm off the woman.

“You said you were only going to take her wallet.”

“Well, I changed my mind after I got a better look at her.” Cole shook his head and stepped between Mason and the woman.

“Leave her alone.” Mason stared at him, his expression giving nothing away. The stoicism scared Cole more than anger ever could.

“You heard him, boys. Let her go.” Mason’s voice was full of menace. The thugs did as they were told and the woman practically sprinted out of the tunnel. “So, you’re the one who gives the orders now, huh? Was that woman you’re mommy Cole, did you love her?” Cole swallowed hard and shook his head. Mason waved his arm and before Cole had a chance to move, he was the one being held against the tunnel wall.

“I think someone one needs to remember his place.” Mason said pulling the cigarette out from behind his left ear. “You know, before I found you, you were nothing.” He said, his eyes on his lighter as he lit the cigarette. “Just a ball of angst and anger.” He said before taking a long drag. “If it weren’t for me. You’d still be noting.” He flicked his hand, and the thugs turned Cole around, pressing his face up against the graffitied walls.

Cole’s shirt was pulled up, then a searing pain came to his lower back. The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils and his cries of pain filled the tunnel.