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01. Making Waves

Trust Fund Cole ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

♠︎ w.c. 3.5k words ♦︎ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, alcohol, smoking, nothing much this chapter, it’s pretty tame ♣︎ a/n. This is super self indulgent and I’m sure it’ll be pretty niche, but hopefully enjoyable for a handful of others besides myself lol. I’ve just had Cole in my head since watching Molly’s game, and one of my favourite things about minor characters is fleshing them out and making them my own while still feeling true to the crumbs canon gave us. ♥︎ Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! ❤️

“Win Lewis, right?”

At the sound of her name, Win looked up from the glass she’d been polishing.  A woman in a glittering black dress stood before her, her long red hair cascading in sleek waves over her shoulder and Win was sure she would’ve remembered her had she seen her before.

“That’s me, what can I do for you?” she asked, the redhead’s calculating gaze leaving Win feeling weighed and measured.

“My name is Molly Bloom,” the woman said, pulling a card from her clutch and sliding it across the bar, “and I’m putting together an exclusive high stakes weekly poker game.”

Win frowned in confusion.  “I’m afraid I don’t follow.  I don’t really know anything about poker.”

Molly’s lips twitched in amusement.  “I’m recruiting only the best, most qualified team of servers, dealers, and bartenders, which brings me to you.”

“I don’t know if I would call myself one of the best,” Win replied slowly, looking over Molly’s card, her eyes flicking back up to her face, meeting her level gaze.  “But I’m pretty damn good.”

Molly wanted her first New York poker game to make waves.  Apparently she wanted to rub her new success in someone’s face back in L.A., but Win didn’t know much about that.  When she arrived at the Plaza a half hour before the game was to begin, she had no idea what exactly she was walking into.

The suite Molly had booked was the definition of opulence.  Candles flickered in decorative glass votives scattered throughout the space, their warm rich scent permeated the air — a scent which Win learned later had been specifically designed to alleviate anxiety and make players more likely to place higher bets, throwing caution to the wind.  Elegant chairs and couches were arranged around the edges of the room, decorated with plush, gold embroidered throw pillows and set next to polished end tables with lamps that illuminated the room in a warm golden light.

The dark mahogany bar was stocked with the highest quality liquor money could buy, along with an array of mixers and garnishes for Win to mix any drink the players might ask for, but it was the pristine, green felted oval poker table in the center of the room that drew the eye.  Around it, spaced exactly twelve inches apart were ten high backed chairs.  Molly had even had gold embossed custom cards and chips made.  It seemed she really knew what she was doing.  

Before the players arrived, she gathered the staff, laying out the rules and reminding everyone of their duties and expectations for the night, as well as making sure everyone was informed of each player’s name, for a more intimate experience.

Win took her spot behind the bar, smoothing her hands over her sleek black cocktail dress to keep from fidgeting and wishing she had something a little flashier to wear, feeling a little plain next to some of the other women Molly had recruited, all gorgeous, and all in low cut glamorous gowns.

“Alright, show time,” Molly announced, crossing the room to throw open the double doors to admit the players waiting outside.

The group of men sauntered into the room, chatting amongst themselves.  Several smiled and nodded to Win and the other servers, while others paid them no mind, already focused on the game ahead as they took their seats.  But there was one that stood out from the rest of the group, younger than the others, his appearance meticulously crafted to give off a devil may care nonchalance with his wave of chestnut hair pushed effortlessly out of his face, and his silver dress shirt beneath his open blazer unbuttoned just far enough to show a glimpse of dark chest hair.  

On Molly’s list of players for the evening, he’d been marked as ‘Trust Fund Cole’, and the moniker fit, though Win wondered if he was aware of it.

As he passed, his eyes caught hers and a smirk curved his lips as his gaze lingered appraisingly.

Win kept her expression as smooth as possible, but her eyes followed him to the table, his chair the closest to the bar.  From what she could tell, he appeared to be in his mid-twenties, about the same age as her, probably Ivy league educated, and destined to inherit daddy’s millions one day.  Despite his good looks, he was just another spoiled rich boy, playing with the money he never had to work for.

Pushing down the wave of contempt at the thought, Win began preparing the players’ drinks as the servers returned with their orders, her muscle memory taking over and sweeping away the remainder of her nerves.  Most of the orders were merely liquor neat or over ice, with the occasional martini or old fashioned thrown in. 

As she was busy shaking the final cocktail, she noticed Cole’s drink of choice had been the scotch on the rocks she’d poured second.  He nodded to the server as she placed the glass at his elbow and he laid a chip on her serving tray by way of tip.

The first game began and Win leaned against the bar to watch.  She wasn’t overly familiar with the ins and outs of poker, but she was a quick study, and soon had a loose understanding of the rules and which hands were better to have.  But it was the players themselves she found the most fascinating, studying each of them to determine their tells, if they had any.

Though her eyes traveled the room, they kept returning to one player in particular; Cole’s striking profile entirely too distracting.  Each time she caught herself staring, tracing the sharp slant of his nose or the square curve of his jaw, she quickly tore her gaze away, though it would inevitably return.

It was during a break between games, while the dealers were switching places, that Win felt eyes on her, finding Cole watching her, a thoughtful expression on his face.  When their eyes met, his lips twitched and he lifted his empty glass, giving it a small shake, beckoning her over.

“I got it,” Win murmured to the server lounging at the far end of the bar as she moved to stand.

“Can I get a refill, please?  Scotch on the rocks,” Cole said, handing her the glass.

“I remember,” Win murmured, heading back to the bar to refresh his drink.

As he waited, Cole rubbed idly at his lips, hazel eyes following her every movement, and when she returned, carrying his drink on a small round tray, he smiled up at her as he took it, placing an orange chip in her hand, their fingers brushing for a brief second before he lifted his drink to his lips, watching her over the rim of his glass as he took a sip, his adam’s apple bobbing slowly.

“Thanks,” he murmured, holding Win’s gaze a moment longer and she gave herself a small shake, her brows climbing as she realized he’d given her a thousand dollar chip.

“My pleasure,” she breathed, quickly schooling her expression before hurrying back to the bar, wondering how much he’d given the other girl – though, at a quarter million buy in, a grand was probably pennies to him.

One of the other girls Molly had brought on, sidled closer, giving Win a look she didn’t quite care for.

“You know, when I approached him about joining the game, he seemed more interested in the chance to meet attractive women here than playing,” she murmured, nodding toward Cole, who had just called, leaning in to throw a couple red chips in.

When Win didn’t respond, the woman gave her long golden hair a toss, annoyance leaching into her smooth features.  “Just don’t forget that players are off limits.”

Win flashed the girl a tight smile that only lasted a moment before it slipped away, not appreciating the passive aggressive warning behind her words.

“I’m aware.  Besides, spoiled rich boys aren’t exactly my type.”

The other woman rolled her eyes, pushing away from the bar and Win was glad to see her go.

A little after four hours in, halfway through Win’s shift, they convened for a short break, giving the players a chance to stretch their legs and take care of any business they needed to see to.

Win slipped out to the balcony for a smoke, pulling a slender black cigarette from her bronze cigarette case and placing it between her lips as she snapped the case shut.

“Need a light?”

Startled, she spun toward the voice, only to find Cole leaning against the railing next to her, lighter already in hand.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her eyes flicking from the outstretched lighter to his face before leaning toward the small flickering flame, taking a drag as the end of her cigarette burned to life.  Pulling back, she blew the stream of clove scented smoke away while Cole lit his own cigarette and pocketed the lighter.

“I’m Cole, by the way,” he said, offering her his hand.

Win stared at it for a moment before taking it, noting how soft it was, as if he’d never had to work with his hands a day in his life.

“I know,” she said, a hint of a smile ghosting over her lips and Cole’s brows raised before furrowing in thought.

“Have we met before?  I’m sure I would’ve remembered a girl like you,” he insisted and Win let out a soft snort.

“No, Molly had us all memorize the names of each of player tonight,” she explained.

Cole nodded.  “Makes sense,” he mused, watching Win with interested.  “Though, I’m afraid that puts me at a disadvantage, and I don’t like that.”

“And how’s that?”

“You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

Win briefly considered dodging the question just to spite him, but she figured that might land her in trouble if he complained to Molly about her attitude.

“It’s Win,” she said, realizing her hand was still in his, grateful for the cover of darkness that hid the flush that rose to her face.

“Win,” he echoed, finally releasing her hand and she pulled back, quickly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her palm still tingling from his touch.  

“Sounds like what I’d like to do tonight,” he chuckled, grinning as he brought his cigarette back to his lips, watching her as his cherry burned brighter.  “Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight,” he murmured, smoke curling from his lips.

“I hope you mean at poker,” Win replied, throwing him a wry look at the suggestion behind his words and Cole held his hands up, a boyish grin splitting his face.

“Of course, what else would I mean?”

Win turned back to the railing, rolling her eyes skyward as she took one last drag on her cigarette before snubbing it out on the crystal ash tray by her elbow.

“What time do you get off?” Cole asked, flicking the rest of his spent cigarette over the side of the balcony.

“Why, so you can get lucky?”  Win asked, giving him a side eye, a note of scorn in her voice.

“No,” Cole answered quickly, running a hand through his hair.  “Thought we could get a drink.  Talk.  That’s all,” he insisted, lifting his shoulder in a shrug, a look of apprehension crossing his face.

Win studied him.  At first glance he was certainly charming, seemingly cool and collected, but there was still a boyish innocence there, hidden beneath the manicured surface, trying to be something he wasn’t.  “I’m not supposed to fraternize with players.  Molly’s rule,” she said, surprised at the pang of regret that twisted her gut.

“But–!” Cole spluttered, quickly composing himself, adjusting his collar.  “It’s just one harmless drink.  Molly doesn’t have to know.”

Win chewed her lip, glancing back toward the door, weighing the risk.  “Not that it’s any of your business, but my shift ends at three,” she said, grabbing her cigarette case and turning to head back inside, giving him a pointed look over her shoulder. “Three, huh?” Cole murmured, checking the time on his watch, a grin stretching his face.  “I’ll meet you at the hotel bar.”

Win didn’t respond, heading back to her spot behind the bar and taking a sip from her water glass, smoothing her expression as the dealer called the players to return to the table.

Shortly before three, Cole checked his watch and rapped his knuckles against the table.  “Think I’m gunna cash out and call it a night, fellas,” he said, pushing his chair back and standing to stretch.  

He’d won a fair amount of money despite losing some, but there would be other games.  “I’ll see you gentlemen next week,” he said, grabbing his suit coat from the back of his chair and shrugging it on.

“See you next week, Cole.  Thank you for playing,” Molly said, giving him a wave as he headed for the door.

He nodded to her, his eyes slipping to Win for a moment as he paused by the door before pushing it open and stepping into the hallway and out of sight. 

A couple other men got up to leave, calling it a night as well, as the dealers switched places and new staff came in to relieve Win and the others.

“Stop by my apartment sometime tomorrow and I’ll have your checks,” Molly said.

Win nodded, gathering her things and slipping out behind the other girls, looking forward to getting out of her dress and heels once she got home.

Opting to take the next elevator, she checked her phone as she waited, letting out a relieved sigh when the shiny elevator doors slid open and she had the elevator car to herself.  Letting her eyes slip shut, she leaned against the wall as she descended.  When the door opened with a ding, she opened her eyes and stepped out, pausing at the sight of the hotel lounge off to her left.

She knew she should keep straight, head to the front doors and catch a cab home.  Her feet ached and her stomach rumbled hollowly, besides, Molly had been clear with her rules.

But something tugged at her, curiosity, maybe.  Or maybe she just wanted a drink.  At least, that’s what she told herself as she found herself heading to the lounge.

Cole sat at the bar, a drink sitting in front of him.  He looked up as Win took the stool next to him.

“I was half expecting you not to show,” he said, waving the bartender over.  At this hour, there weren’t many others in the lounge, but it wasn’t called the city that never slept for no reason.

“I was half planning on not coming,” Win said wryly as she reached down to massage her sore ankles.

Cole wore a smug smirk as he looked her up and down.  “What’s your poison?” he asked and Win straightened.

“Whiskey cola,” she answered and Cole turned back to the bartender.

“Whisky cola for the lady.”

The bartender nodded and turned to make her drink, sliding it in front of her on a tiny napkin.  Win murmured her thanks and picked it up, swirling the dark fizzing liquid in her glass before taking a sip.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Cole prompted, taking a sip of the amber liquid from his glass – Win wondering briefly if he was still drinking scotch or if he’d switched it up.

“Like what?”

“Like… what do you do when you’re not bartending?” Cole said with a shrug.

Win chewed her lip, trying to decide how much she wanted to tell him.  “Oh, you know, hang out with friends, binge watch Netflix, play guitar sometimes,” she said, taking a drink and setting her glass back down, the ice clinking against the glass.  “Nothing near as exciting as playing high stakes poker with a bunch of millionaires,” she joked dryly.

Cole grinned, looking rather pleased with himself.  “I suppose you could say my life’s pretty exciting,” he boasted, leaning back in the high backed stool, threading his fingers together behind his head.  “Just got another new car, thinking about taking it for a spin when my family heads down to the Vinyard this summer, Martha’s Vinyard, that is,” he clarified with a smirk. 

“Oh yeah?  And how many does that make your total?” 

“Cars?  Three now, but I’ve picked out the fourth, just trying to decide which colour I want,” Cole answered, his voice dripping pride, completely oblivious to the sarcasm in Win’s tone.  “Oh, and you should see my dad’s new boat.  It’s top of the line in luxury.  A real beaut–”

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Win asked, cutting him off.

Cole gaped at her, her response taking him off guard.  “Well… yeah.  Doesn’t it?”

“What?  Not used to that reaction?” Win asked, letting out a dry laugh at the confused look on his face.  “So, I’m curious,” she said, not giving him time to respond.

“Yeah?” he prompted, taking a sip, his eyes trained on Win, definitely not pouting, his ego definitely not bruised.

“You clearly already have more money than you could ever need.  What’s the point in gambling?  Especially if you lose, seems like a waste,” she muttered, thinking about how much even a fraction of that money could make such a difference in her life.

Cole’s lips twitched.  “Well, it’s not really about the money,” he replied, as if that were obvious.  “It’s about the thrill, the risk.  It’s about being the best at the table.”

“Mmm,” Win hummed sarcastically.  “So, you’re just a bored little rich boy?”

“Hey now!” Cole exclaimed lightly, his mouth falling open in mock offense.  “There’s more to me than that!”

“Oh?  Like what?” Win asked, amusement dancing in her stormy grey eyes.

“I could show you,” Cole replied, dropping his voice and leaning in.  “If you let me.”

Win wet her lips, the sweet taste of whiskey still on them.  “And what makes you think I want that?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

“On please, you couldn’t take your eyes off me all night.  Don’t try to deny it, sweetheart.”

Win didn’t answer, merely bringing her glass to her lips, downing the rest of the drink and setting the empty glass on the bar with a soft thunk.  She let the silence stretch, deciding not to acknowledge Cole’s words, knowing he was right, she couldn’t deny it.

Holding his gaze, her lips stretched into a serene smile.  “Thanks for the drink,” she said, slipping off the bar stool and pulling on her coat, shaking out her short white-blonde hair.

Cole gaped after her.  “Wait!  Can I see you again?” he exclaimed, throwing back the rest of his drink and slapping a bill on the bar before hurrying after her into the lobby.

Win paused with her hands on the front door, just shy of pushing it open, and turned to look at him, amusement flashing in her grey eyes.  “I’ll see you at next week’s game,” she said, relishing the expression on his face–that incredulous half grin–as she pushed the door open to hail a cab.

“That’s not what I meant!” Cole called after her, stepping out onto the sidewalk behind her, but she merely smiled at him as she slipped into the backseat of the waiting cab, leaving him wanting more.

Watching the cab pull away from the curb and disappear into traffic, Cole shook his head.

Guess he was coming to the next game after all.

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Happened upon Molly’s Game on my TV and the gorgeous trust fund baby Cole!

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just saw someone calling harwin strong a racist and classist, and that he deserved to die because he beat incelcole, who we all saw provoked harwin. funny how they pretending that every single character of except for a few like dany, arya....jon are all classist like that. but they doesn't have any problem with supporting those character. asoiaf tumblr is a safe heaven for hypocrites like these people

Don't know how it comes I got this ask since I post HOTD rarely, but all too excited to repeat the ever gospel truth of fandom: people love having discovered virtue signaling and throwing around random "woke" words in confusing/inappropriate context to make characters Problematic TM Vs Oppressed TM.

But was Criston Cole in any way relevant as being Dornish, and were the Dornish more than grossly orientalised southern Europeans, the constitutional rights that literally no one else in feudal Westeros has would protect him from the government, not from the Justin... uh, I mean the Strong.

Crying a river cause this conservative glorified law enforcement representative got caught being hit on camera. He's a "cop" who believes in "keeping the old order", you would hear of him on the news as the kind who'd kill POC and homeless people in the streets and get paid leave in the year of our Lord 2k23, with crowdfunding for his legal fees hosted by the female fascist American group of Moms for Liberty presidented by 21st century Alicent Hightower. Shut up about his POC/low class cards that don't even exist lmao.

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A Reason for the Season - November 14th on Hallmark Mystery

In order to earn her trust fund and with the help of a handsome local attorney, Evie is tasked with granting Christmas wishes to the people who saved her life on the night of her birth. Stars Taylor Cole and Kevin McGarry.

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About me

Intro:

I have a lot of new followers (welcome all), so I figured I'll reintroduce myself to you.

I go by Nike and everyone refers to me Nike, so you can too

I've been in the ACOTAR fandom for a while. Officially since 2020, unofficially since 2016.

I first read ACOTAR and ACOMAF, and then ACOWAR came out just as I was finishing the 2 first books. I enjoyed the trilogy, but then kind of lost track of the books and SJM and moved on. Lo and behold, when Covid hit, I went back, re-read the trilogy, then ACOFAS and joined the fandom before the release of ACOSF. Been here ever since then.

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I am not SJM critical, though I may post critiques. But I admire her ability to create characters that make so many people feel so many emotions and have brought hundreds of thousands of readers back to reading.

I am mostly known for writing Elriel fics--there are copious numbers of them at this point. I am known for answering a ton of questions. Writing some metas. Drawing on occasion. But overall, championing Elriel.

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A Day At The Beach

A commission for @ibby-miyoshi-nerd for Cole from Blush Blush! It's such a fun little game, I'm excited to have a chance to write for Cole! I didn't even realize he was voiced by Cyyu and now I'm having a hard time unhearing Cyno from genshin. Fun times. Regardless, here's the completed fic! I'm going to try and do one more commission today, but if not I have time tomorrow to try and knock out at least a couple!

Thank y'all for your patience <3

Word Count: 2,300

(This is basically 100% fluff)

You skipped and hummed, excited for the date you were promised. Cole had been working more for the police department, which meant less time with you. The both of you hated it, but it paid the bills. Though admittedly, having him come home and pick you up just to spin you in circles did soften the blow…a lot. So knowing he promised a date for the two of you was something you’d been looking forward to for months. It took a while for him to get it approved for a full week without work, but he managed to get it done. 

Since you worked several jobs here and there, coming up with the funds for the trip was no issue. He had pestered and borderline begged you to say how much it cost so he could pay you back. But you weren’t having it. You ended up having to come to an agreement on it, where you paid for the trip and he paid for everything there. Food, services, shopping trips, whatever you wanted. Not that you’d let him spend every penny on you, but he tended to do it regardless. 

Since it had been a while since the trip was discussed, everything was purchased and ready, with bags packed and bills paid before you left home for the week. Now all you had to do is wait for Cole to get home from work and you could set off. It wasn’t a long trip, but still a good two to three hours to the resort by car. He didn’t trust planes, but you liked the idea of driving better anyways. Just the two of you away from the world, enjoying each other’s company. 

Right on the dot, six minutes since Cole was clocked off work he had returned home. The drive was technically 10 minutes, but that never seemed to stop him. If it meant coming home to you sooner he didn’t care. Especially since you had called off from your jobs as well, so he knew it was just you at home. He hated leaving you alone whenever it was possible not to do so, always scared something may happen to you. It hasn’t yet, but his worries overturned logic in many senses…at least…when it came to you. 

Once he was barely even in the door, he dropped his work bag and caught you as you flung yourself at him. You both laughed, as he spun you around in circles. “Hm…something tells me you missed me.” He set you down, and smiled at you with half lidded eyes. “Truth be told, I missed you too. Arguably more than you missed me.” He poked your cheek and sighed, slowly coming into the house and shutting the door. 

“What’s that sigh about?” You jabbed his arm lightly, and he winced back with a smile pretended it hurt before he returned to a complex look. “Are you nervous about the trip?” You tried to analyze his emotions, but he was much better in that field. He seemed to always know what you were thinking, but the same couldn’t be said back. Especially now, you thought he’d be over the moon to get a full week with you and no work to bother you. 

“Hm…” He smiled and deflected your question with his own, “You ready to go? A long drive is on our agenda for now.” Cole stretched, and walked with you to the living room where your bags for the trip were. He wrapped his arms around you the second you turned from him, “At least we’ll have three hours alone…” he mumbled, and didn’t even seem to realize he said it out loud because he didn’t respond after that. 

You giggled, and tried to turn in his arms to face him but he just held you tighter, effectively keeping you in place. “Cole! We have to get going! We’re going to miss check in!” You patted his arms but he didn’t let go, just pretended to sleep on your shoulder. “Coooooole!” You laughed, and he finally released you from his grip. 

“That’s my name, yes? Do you need something?” He had that goofy smile on his face when he was up to no good. “Oh! That’s right!” He grabbed the bags and slung them over his shoulders before he started to push you into the direction of the car. “We’re going somewhere important, are we not?” He would randomly brush his fingers along your scalp but the second you were out the door he put one arm around your waist and opened your door for you. 

After his silly teasing, you did what you always do. Teased him right back. “Oh my! Such a gentleman! Where’s my boyfriend?” You searched around, as if you were looking for someone and he scoffed with a laugh. “My boyfriend, the man who was once a panther? Do you know him? He’s a detective, we met at work?” You hummed and as soon as he strapped in he looked over you with adoring yet mischievous eyes. 

“Do you get into anyone’s car that isn’t your boyfriend?” An eyebrow was raised and that dangerous smile was once again on his face. “That seems highly unsafe, perhaps I should just bring you back home, surely you want to rest at home and watch movies with him.” There was a slight trace of reluctance in his expression before it was gone. 

You had burst out laughing by now, barely getting any words out. You gave him a playful poke to his cheek before turning his head fully towards you to plant a small kiss on his lips. Pulling away didn’t work as you intended it to, because he placed a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you back in for a “proper” kiss. He did eventually pull back though, and faced the road. 

It seemed he was working more on concealing his feelings, because his expression gave nothing away. The only sign something was on his mind was how his hand only rested on the gear shift, but had yet to actually start the car. You wanted to pry, but he would tell you in time. Figuring he was worried about this trip, you placed your hand over his which shocked him out of his trance. 

“It’s okay. The trip will be amazing, I promise.” You smiled and he didn’t have it in him to not smile back, though it was lopsided and awkward. It made him sigh again, but this time he started the engine and you were both on your way. 

Before even getting out of the driveway, he placed one hand on the steering wheel and the other rested on your mid thigh. As it turns out, driving was when you got the most answers out of him. Not by words, no, but if you asked the right questions he’d squeeze your thigh a little more without even intentionally doing so. It was a secret weapon of sorts, but you knew in your mind nothing would go wrong on this trip. 

So instead, you discussed your latest game or anime obsessions, and he listened attentively, asking questions here and there to get a better understanding. While he didn’t play many games or watch many shows, he did love anytime he could hear your voice. If you wanted to get him to play a game, he’d try but he’d much rather cuddle while watching you play it. There were many times where you’d be trying to get him to watch one of your favorite shows and videos, only to look over and he’d be watching you and not the screen. 

Knowing he cared enough to try is what mattered. 

Though the drive seemed long, it was even longer for him. He didn’t pitch in as much, and after a while you sat in comfortable silence. Once getting out of the car, he had a hand around your waist as he led you to the room to get your bathing suits on. Cole was being far too reluctant, it had you worrying if he even wanted to go on this trip at all. But you had to push through, because you knew if he gave it the chance, this beach would be a perfect getaway from the real world. 

Once you emerged in your bathing suit, he couldn’t stop staring. But you were too excited, and maybe even a bit flustered to stay there for now. You giggled and grabbed his hand to lead him to the beach. You had towels, and sunscreen, and even some little sandwiches you made before leaving for the trip. His favorites were made, of course, and you went down to the beach with very little words spoken. 

You couldn’t help but see how often he was glancing around the area. His hold on you was much tighter than usual and it left you confused. He hadn’t looked at you as much, seemingly more focused on observing the surroundings. You stopped in the ideal spot and pushed him onto the towel, making him beyond confused. All he could do was look up at you with a questioning glance. 

“Alright! What’s the deal? What’s bothering you?” You said, attempting to look firm. Though your expression and slight shakiness in your voice made it sound much more feeble than intended. You were worried about him, and it showed. It was clear you were questioning if it wasn’t the trip, but YOU, that was the problem here. 

Cole seemed to see this clearly, and he stood up, putting both hands on your cheeks and resting his forehead against yours. “I’m…sorry. I’ve just been a little worried, is all.” He didn’t elaborate, but you weren’t having it. Especially with it only being hour one of your seven day trip. He wouldn’t even hardly look in your eyes. The look seemed forced, like he wanted to look around more than he was in the moment. 

“Worried? About what?” You were so confused by now, and you raised your hands to rest it over his. “Do you think we’re in danger, or anything? I’m sure it’s safe, and we have so much space and time to ourselves, and I just thought-” you were speaking so fast you were sure he could barely understand you, but you had to get your thoughts out somehow. 

“No, no, no shhhh, it’s not that. I promise. You could never do anything wrong.” To halt your rambling, he put a finger over your lips as he tried to console you. “I…I’ve been worried. About something stupid…” He knew you’d ask for more clarification this time, so with a deep sigh he continued, “I don’t want others to see you in this. Not because I’m ashamed! I just want you…to be for me. Only for me.” This time he took a step back and rubbed the back of his neck, but it was clear this was a huge weight off his shoulders. 

“Ah…” It all clicked, his reluctance to go, his nervous habits barely peeking through, all of it. “You don’t have to worry about that, I promise. And it’s not stupid, not at all.” You stepped closer to him and hugged him tightly to express those affirmations physically as well. 

“I don’t…have to worry about it? What do you mean?” He was skeptical, but still clearly worried. His care, and emotions portrayed by it made you giggle a little into his chest. He huffed and reached down to flick your arm. “Don’t make fun of me, I’m being serious!” He was a little exasperated and there was a definite pink tinting his cheeks. 

His plea only made you laugh more, and you backed up slightly while still holding him to look at his face. “Well…you won’t have to worry. Because just like you said, how you only want me? Well I wanna be the only one to have you, too!” You looked at his expression with a huge grin, seeing how he was still confused. It made you kiss the tip of his nose before kissing him fully. It was possessive, from both ends. You both clearly meant your words, and he knew that now. Though he wasn’t sure what you were trying to say. Not fully, at least. 

Once you pulled back, you tried to make him piece it together himself. “How many people have you seen on the beach so far?” When he answered “zero” reluctantly, you continued. “A whole beach? With no people?” You looked around, making him do the same as he held you. 

You saw the lightbulb click in his head, “did you…?” he said, looking baffled. He couldn’t even finish his sentence when you nodded to confirm his suspicions. 

“Mhm! A whole beach all to ourselves. I couldn’t rent out the whole resort, but this part of the beach is all for us. Just you, and me!” You jumped back into his arms, and laughed. “Because…truth be told…I don’t want to share you either. Not with anyone.”  You took a deep breath and pulled away to look at him. 

Everything about his look, in one word, would be “adoring”. He was clearly over the moon, and he even muttered out an “I love you…more than anything.” Before he smoothed out the towel on the ground and laid down, prompting you to lay next to him so he could wrap his arms around you. “You’re so perfect…I can never find a single flaw in you. And I’ve tried.” He pulled you as close to him as possible, and before you went into the water several moments later, he made sure to whisper in your ear. 

“You’re mine. Just as much as I’m yours. You’ll never be able to get rid of me now.” 

[freckledjoes]

the prettiest hazel eyes

[vesarcanus-if]

Demo: 9/6/23

Your parents are the biggest Vampire mobsters in Vas Arcanus and are the heads of the notorious Florentia Family. On your 25th birthday, your parents gift you with an important role in the family: running Blood Bank, their nightclub and base of operations. Unfortunately, a few years ago your first love, a burlesque dancer at Blood Bank, was murdered. The culprit was never found …supposedly. With your new position within the Ves Arcanus Underground, maybe you can finally find answers and serve justice or revenge.

In the city of Ves Arcanus, you’ll encounter Supernaturals of several different species and work alongside the most powerful families in organized crime: the Arcanus Six. The Six includes the Florentia Family, the Lombardi Family, the Seth Family, the De Mevius Family, the Sundale Family, and the Vatura Family.

Demo Features:

Play as male, female, nonbinary, or transgender; gay, straight, or bisexual.

Navigate organized crime within the Ves Arcanus Underground, and maintain the Florentia’s infamous reputation or run it into the ground.

Work to solve the “cold case” murder of your first love and choose to be judge, jury, or executioner.

Run a popular Vampire nightclub and keep the cops, and your rivals, from sniffing around.

Play as a Vampire in a city inhabited by Faeries, Selkies, Witches, Demons, and humans.

Romance or befriend one of the six gender-selectable RO’s and choose to hook up* with seven of the many side characters

Content Warnings (18+): drug and alcohol use, violence, blood, strong language, optional explicit sexual content, death/murder

Lisa/Leon Whitlock, 27- Faerie

A young director who got lucky and stayed lucky, Whitlock could be your way into important Faerie circles. They’re fun, sweet, and adventurous enough to sneak around with you given the right motivation. Like all artists, they’re unpredictable and don’t seem quite ready to settle down yet.

Alessia/Alessandro “Ale” Lombardi, 30- Vampire

The eldest child and former heir of the Lombardi Family, Ale is no stranger to crime, intimidation, and violence. They’ve used their family’s influence to fund a political career and leave mob life behind, supposedly. They take some time to warm up but are a loyal friend and lover once they do.

Charlotte/Charles “Charlie” Cole, 35- Cambion

After a rough childhood, Charlie became a cop to help troubled youth like them. They don’t love being a cop, but they feel it’s the best way they can help kids. Charlie has turned their life around, but maybe you can persuade them to break the rules for you.

Serafina/Sero De Mevius, 24- Witch

A spoiled rich kid with an Ivy league education, De Mevius isn’t like most mobsters you know. They have an air of mystery and don’t really seem to care about upholding their family’s name. They love to spend their dads’ money on parties, charities, and maybe on you too.

Dion Parker, 25- Dragonkin (half dragon/half human)

Your friend since high school, Dion is just along for the ride as you look for answers. Whether they agree with your methods, Dion sticks around to hopefully keep you out of trouble. Your parents trust them to keep books at the club so they’re always nearby.

Eliana/Elio “El” Rivera, 28- Unknown

El will do most anything for a story, especially when it keeps them alive and out of jail. They are fearless and stubborn as a bull, but that may be a front to hide how alone they feel in Ves Arcanus. El has eyes and ears everywhere in Ves Arcanus, but can you get close enough to learn their secrets?

Sam (they/them) early 20s, Witch*

Tall, lean with some muscle, very short curly brown hair, warm brown skin with vitiligo | A Kitchen Witch from a civilian family on the outskirts of Ves Arcanus.

Jewels (she/her) mid 20s, Fastus (Pride Demon)*

Short, curvaceous, waist length straight black hair, honey brown skin (Indian) | One of Lamia’s top spies.

Tisa (he/him) early 30s, Faerie*

Moderate height, muscular, buzzcut black hair and stubble, light tan skin (Korean) | Lives in Neráida Forest, a friend of Alvina Sundale.

Vance (he/him) late 20s, Vampire*

Somewhat tall, some muscles, short black hair usually slicked back, olive skin | A regular at Blood Bank, he’s had a crush on you for years.

Lamia (she/her) mid 50s, Succubus*

Short, slim, shoulder length blonde hair, pale skin | Former head of the Seth Family, now the most infamous spymistress in Ves Arcanus.

Honey (she/they, transfem) late 30s, Faerie*

Tall, lithe but curvy, long brown hair, tan skin (Brazilian) | Lives in an apartment not far from Neráida Forest.

Jennifer/Jensen Albright (gender selectable) 25, Dhampir*

Long/short black hair, fair skin, septum piercing | Your Right Hand as the Florentia Family heir.

Jeanette Heart, mid 40’s, Vampire

Moderate height, fair skin, shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes | Your therapist last for the 3 years.

Sebastian De Mevius, 24, Witch

Tall, curly dark brown hair, light brown skin, brown eyes | S. De Mevius’ twin brother and De Mevius Family heir.

Billy Marston, early 50’s, Demon

Tall, brown hair, brown eyes, stubble | El’s editor.

Georgina, mid 20’s, Vampire

Average height, blonde hair, grey eyes | Bartender at Blood Bank.

[norman-and-co]

Hello witches and wizards of tumblr! My creator finally made us a tumblr to post photos and videos we made on here as well for all to enjoy.

(We do have a tiktok its @sarouv.black.and )

Anyways let's introduce the mcs shall we?

Name:Norman Ravenclaw

Year: 7th

House: Ravenclaw

Birth:2nd of February

Sexual orientation: Bi king

Patrounus: sawn

Norman is the 7th year ravenclaw prefect and a captain of the quidditch team.

He is part of the decadence of Rowena Ravenclaw . His family somehow managed to keep the Ravenclaw name still.

Because of this he's a trust fund kid who has more money than he can ever do with from his parents (he has a really good relationship with them yippie)

He also is one of the top of his classes in ravenclaw only failing at Herbology. He can't get a plant to stay alive longer than a week.

Ironically he's somehow always around and pops up way to often. It makes him perfect for being a prefect but terrible for students who want to sneak out after curfew or cause chaos.

His favourite hobbies are, music and baking.

Name: Sarouv Black

Year:7th

House:slytherin

Birth:4th of September

Sexual orientation: gay

Patrounus: black bear

Sarouv ironically shares a last name with the black family. He doesn't tend to explain further more on why or if he's related to *The* black family like the head master.

Despite being in slytherin he ironically doesn't seem like he belongs there he's quite but sweet and friendly that *loves* animals and will spend all the time he can in the forests around hogwarts sometimes the forbidden forest. He has a spot he tends to go to study or get away from people.

He's a 7th year but he joined hogwarts as a 3rd year.

He's quite skilled on a broom but will never sign up for quiditch and never had despite constant requests to by other people.

Yes he does have a massive scar on his face from being hit with a spell but he doesn't like to talk about it. He got it during his 4th year whichcie when he became so quite.

In the 3rd year he was rather much of a trouble maker bunking of classes and a very loud and rowdy he was a bit cold to people and that coldness is still there but it's not that bad as it use to be.

Name: 'Cole Furburry'

Year:6th

House:Hufflepuff

Birth: 19th of November

Sexual orientation: pansexual

Patrounus: none.

'Cole' ended up at hogwarts at the end of the fith year and start of the sith year. None one knows really where he came from but he's a odd bunch.

Somehow despite all odds he ended up manipulating the sorting hat into putting him into hufflepuff. And he had admitted it to a few students.

Cole isn't his real name it's a fake one he took up when he escaped azkaban as he was sent their at a young age due to him being the only one alive at the sight of the the murder of his parents with no other evidence than pointing to him. So when he escaped he changed his whole appearance and name somehow manged to worm his way into hogwarts and into being a hufflepuff so he's least likely to be a suspected fugitive.

He's a bit insane sometimes and I mean how can he not when he spent years in a cell with dementors so he will have these random episodes of delusion and pure madness.

He's power hungry. He needs all the power he can get. Why? So that he can feel safe. So what if that means learning unforgivables?

He gets along very well despite everything with the boys from gryffindor and slytherin.

He does though have a personal hatred to Duncan and Everett where he has attempted to hurt either of them when left alone.

He loves his beast classes and potions

He can be often found at the library or at the pen's at the animal classes.

Anyways thats the mcs

Hope you all enjoyed.

[basicallyjaywalker]

A Little Too Sweet

First fic is ready! And I'm on time if you just forget yesterday happened /lh

This one is for @crying-over-cartoons aka Grey, I hope you enjoy!

Prompts: Pomatter Pie from Waitress; release, dribble, cluster, single, view, swear, file, crack, despise, decoration; 37

AO3 Link

Fic under the cut!

Cole despised kitchen duty. He learned after years of trying to cook dinner—and failing miserably enough times—that he was not a chef. Somehow, though, he’d ended up here. He couldn’t exactly blame Master Wu for asking him to help out. Thirty-seven pies was a lot of pies. Zane couldn’t do it alone, and Kai, Jay, Nya, and Lloyd were busy setting up decorations and furniture. 

If Cole had to be paired with anyone for this job, he was glad it was Zane. First, he actually knew how to bake, something Cole wasn’t sure their other teammates could say. Second, he knew Zane wouldn’t judge him if he screwed up.

They stood in the middle of the kitchen. Cole leaned over the counter, holding a manila folder in his hand. Zane stood beside him, adjusting the tie on the back of his pink apron. 

“‘Mrs. Pomatter’s Famous Fair Pie,’” Cole read the title, written in curly black sharpie. It reminded him of the case files the police kept on known criminals in Ninjago City. “Wonder what makes it so famous?”

“It’s won the Ninjago City Fair’s pie contest four years in a row. It’s surprising Master Wu was able to get her to give the recipe to us.”

“It is for a good cause. Raising funds for the new children’s hospital and all…” Cole flipped it open and started reading the recipe. “Crust: first, put dry ingredients in a bowl. One-and-a-fourth cups of flour… two tablespoons of sugar…”

“Tablespoons?” Zane tilted his head. “That seems like a lot.”

Cole shrugged. “Hey, if it’s won the City Fair four years in a row, she's gotta know what she's doing.”

The ingredients were clustered together in front of them, along with bowls and utensils. Zane pulled out the sealed jar labeled “sugar” and a ring of metal measuring spoons. He measured out the tablespoons and Cole noticed the puzzled expression on his face.

“What’s up?”

“It’s just… While I trust you would not lie to me, this much sugar with the amount of flour could mean the crust will come out crunchy. Would you check the recipe one more time?”

“Crunchy?” That made sense, he supposed, like when you make tea and the sugar doesn't fully dissolve. He checked the recipe over again and grimaced. “Ah yeah, it’s teaspoons. My bad.”

“Don’t trouble yourself too much,” as Zane spoke, he poured the excess sugar back into its container. “It’s a common mistake. The two words are remarkably similar.”

And Cole wouldn’t have troubled himself, if it weren’t for the fact that those mistakes continued happening. He would read the recipe—misread it, to be precise—Zane would quickly catch on, ask him to double check, and Cole would realize he’d messed up. The measurements were wrong, or the ingredients, or he’d skipped a step. Once they had it down, though, it went smoother. Zane knew the ingredients, the portions, the steps. Cole just helped by passing over what was needed.

Then it came time to roll the crust out. The last time Cole rolled something out was when he tried making bread rolls that ended up more akin to rocks, so he was more than a little apprehensive. Zane must’ve sensed something as he was making the filling over on the stove, because he came over and noticed Cole standing over the mound of dough, holding a rolling pin, and definitely wearing a dumbfounded look on his face. 

“Would you like some help?” 

“Uh,” and if he wasn’t before, Cole was sure he was now. “Just a demo, if you don’t mind. Instructions aren’t being very helpful.”

“Of course!” Zane chirped. Cole handed him the pin and Zane set to work. He pinched a generous amount from the flour bag, sprinkling it on top of the counter, then rubbing it on his hands and the pin. “This is to ensure the dough does not stick. Here, would you assist me?” Zane held the rolling pin out to Cole again. He took the free end. Zane tugged him forward, standing behind him. He reached around Cole, placing his hands on the outside of Cole’s on both sides of the pin. “Now we roll.”

Cole tried to ignore the warmth spreading across his face as they guided the pin across the table, flattening the mound into a neat oval. “Wonderful!” Zane’s ever-chipper voice exclaimed before he took his hands away. Cole relaxed, releasing tension he hadn’t realized he was holding. Zane went back to making the filing, leaving Cole to ignore the fact that his heart rate had picked up somewhere along the way. 

By the time the crust was done, so was the filling. Zane put the first pie together while Cole rolled out the next batch. Once he finished, Zane started assembling the next pie. Cole let out a breath. Honestly, this was going better than he expected. Plus, Zane’s explanations were actually helping! They only had thirty-five more pies after they finished these two. Speaking of which….

He flicked the switch of the light and viewed the pie through the oven window, only to be faced with the horrifying sight of dark purple filling bubbling up and spilling out. He swore and pulled the pie out, placing it on the top of the oven. Filling dribbled down the side of the ceramic tin, the crust had cracked and split apart, even the decorative slits they placed in the top were lost among the molten filling erupting from beneath its barely browned surface. 

Zane examined the monstrous concoction. He tilted his head, his lips pulling into a slight diagonal line. He swiped a bit of the dripping filling from the side and tasted it. Cole glanced away. Shit. I’ve definitely ruined it.

“It appears we forgot to distribute the butter properly in our cover. Shame, the filling tastes rather good.”

Cole stared at him, dumbstruck. Then, he laughed. 

“What’s so funny?” Zane asked.

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re so calm about this. We haven’t baked a single pie, our crust is bust, and you’re able to just sit here and… shrug it off.”

“Of course, it isn’t a disaster. We’re ninjas, we’ve handled worse.” As he said this, a smile tugged at the corner of Zane’s mouth. “Besides, this time it was my fault. I should have given the butter more time to chill.”

Cole kept laughing. Zane just smiled. 

“Unfortunately,” he said, “I believe this means the pie I’m currently working on will suffer a similar fate. In addition, it will take us another two hours to make more crust. Not only that, but the sale begins in four.”

Master Wu hummed as he passed through the floor of his tea shop, examining each of the centerpieces on the tables, the lights, and the streamers floating down from the ceiling. He reached for one of the floating pie cutouts, pulled on it, then released it, satisfied with how it held. He turned to four of his students, all standing tall with bated breath.

“Well, guess we better start baking.” Cole grinned and held up the pin, cherishing the way Zane chuckled at him.

“I’m impressed. You all have done very well.” He smiled when he saw their tension release. “These decorations are wonderful! As is the lighting, but we are missing one thing.” He glanced around. “Where are Cole and Zane?”

“I think they’re still in the kitchen,” Kai offered. “I’ve been smelling pie all afternoon.”

“And none of it was burnt! Well, not after the first few hours, anyways,” added Jay. 

“Still, we need that pie for the sale, the doors will be opening in—” Before Wu could check, Zane and Cole came rushing in, covered in flour and dough and arms laden with pie. 

“Ta-da! Thirty-seven perfectly baked pies!”

“And right on time too!” Zane said, placing his neatly on the long table set up next to Steeper Wisdom’s register. 

Wu walked over, taking in the enticing smell of berries and buttery crust. “Perfect! I believe we’re in for a rousing success tonight. Thank you all for your help.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Zane. These pies would’ve been a bust without his help.” Cole nudged him. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Zane told him. 

“You’re sweet, Zane.” Cole smiled. “Maybe a little too sweet.”

“Doors are opening! To your stations, everyone!” Misako called, getting behind the counter. She glanced at the two, giggling a little. “Cole, you may want to clean up before we begin. I’ll take your apron, Zane.”

Cole rushed to the back, hoping there was a spare uniform back there he could use. As he hurried to get ready before the crowds poured in, he couldn’t help thinking about the smile he swore he saw on Zane’s face.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

❝I Don’t Think You Notice (What You Did To Me )❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ rewriting ]

❝All that Glitters❞ A Bioshock AU ✳︎ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ on hiatus ]

❝Sick Day❞ ✧ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Say Anything❞ ✧ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

⟶ Runaway Max Lore ⟶ Billy Hargrove NSFW Alphabet ✳︎ ⟶ Lewgrove Valentine's Day Headcanons

❝Make Another Home Here❞ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ coming soon! ] ⤷ continuation of I Don't Think You Notice

❝Worth the Squeeze❞ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader • [ ongoing ]

❝Home for the Holidays❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)

❝A Little Bit of Sugar❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)

❝Wrapped in a Bow❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)

❝Don't Waste Your Time (On Me)❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ ongoing ]

❝The Best❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Take Me Out❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Kirby Rivers (oc)

❝Looks Better on You❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Run Rabbit, Run❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) [ kinktober 2024 ]

⟶ Wingator Valentine's Day Headcanons

❝Go For It❞ ⤷ Baron ✗ f!reader

❝All In❞ ✧ Trust Fund Cole ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ⤷ 1. Making Waves

❝Just a Ride❞ ✧ part one // part two ✳︎ ⤷ Benny Cross ✗ f!reader

⟶ Benny teaching you to ride

❝Ghost Stories❞ ⤷ Halloween collab with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ oc, Eddie Munson ✗ oc, Robin Buckley ✗ oc

❝A Series of Firsts❞ ⤷ written for @/ockissweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Joey Hargrove (oc) ✗ Melody Munson (oc)

❝Cleaning Duty❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Practice Run❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Robin Buckley ✗ Blossom Bellamy (oc)

❝The Wrong Date❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc), Eddie Munson ✗ Lydia Bellamy (oc)

✳︎ denotes smut updated: 10/28/24

[ divider credit(s) — subheaders (series/one shots & drabbles/imagines/headcanons) @/cafekitsune ]