Cole Brookstone x reader Oneshots

Jiu-jitsu tournament

"Try not to break his ribs this time," Kai muttered as Cole cracked his knuckles.

"No promises," Cole replied.

The gym was buzzing. The jiu-jitsu tournament had drawn a huge crowd, but Cole hadn't noticed any of it until Jay elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"Dude. Third row, far left."

Cole followed his gaze.

There you were. Hoodie on. Knees tucked up. A little out of place in the loud gym, nervously chewing the end of your straw like you'd rather be anywhere else... except your eyes were locked on him.

His stomach tightened. His jaw shifted.

He tried not to stare.

"She really came," Zane observed with a slight tilt of his head.

Kai grinned. "You owe me ten bucks."

Jay smacked Cole's arm. "You didn't invite her, did you? She came on her own? Bro. She chose to come watch you roll around in a sweatpit. That's love."

Cole tried to hide how red his ears were getting.

"She's just a friend," he muttered.

Nya gave him a look. "Oh, really? So why do you go quiet every time she says literally anything to you?"

"Do not."

"She calls him 'Big Guy,'" Lloyd offered with a devilish grin.

That did it.

Jay let out a strangled laugh. "SHE CALLS YOU BIG GUY?! Oh my God, that's her nickname for you?! How long has this been happening?!"

Cole stood up like a man going to war. "I'm leaving."

"You mean winning," Kai said, nudging him forward.

As Cole headed to the mat, Jay shouted after him, "Win it for Big Guy Nation!!"

You were already warm just being there, but the second Cole stepped on the mat?

You nearly forgot how to breathe.

He was all solid muscle and focus, his usual soft energy replaced by something coiled and dangerous. His hoodie was off now — just a black T-shirt stretching tight across his chest and shoulders, clinging to his back every time he moved.

You swallowed.

When he grabbed his opponent's wrist, there was no hesitation — he controlled the pace, sweeping the guy to the mat with sheer strength and body weight.

God. Your thighs pressed together before you even realized.

It wasn't just the way he moved. It was the weight of him, the slow-burning power behind each motion. The way he used his body like a weapon but never looked cruel. Just precise.

And when he pinned his opponent down — full mount, arms flexed, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his temple — you squeezed your legs together.

Hard.

No one else noticed.

Except maybe Cole — who glanced up, caught your eyes, and smirked.

Shit.

After he won (obviously), he retreated to the locker room to change. But not without another round of teasing.

"She was staring at you like you were dessert," Jay sang.

"Like she wanted to bite you," Nya added.

Lloyd choked on his sports drink. "She looked like she was gonna pass out when you took your hoodie off."

Cole shoved his gym bag into the locker. "Y'all are insane."

"You're blushing," Zane observed, completely unhelpful.

"I'm warm."

Kai leaned back against the bench, arms folded. "So... when are you gonna tell her?"

Cole didn't answer.

He was thinking about the way your eyes had gone wide, your breath short — and how good that nickname sounded when it came from you.

You'd retreated to the hallway to cool off when he found you, hair still a little damp, T-shirt clinging just a bit from sweat.

"Hey," he said softly.

You jumped. "Oh—hey."

"You alright? You left kinda fast."

"I, uh..." You fidgeted. "Got hot."

Cole raised a brow. "Yeah?"

You nodded, trying not to look at him, but failing. The way his arms filled out that shirt, the flush still on his neck, the vein in his forearm flexing every time he adjusted his bag—

Your cheeks burned. "You looked really... strong out there."

"Strong?"

Your voice dipped. "And... really, really good."

His grin split wide.

"So..." he added, voice lower now, "How about we hang out after this? Just you and me?"

You looked up, heart pounding. "I'd really like that."

He brushed his fingers over yours. And this time, when you didn't pull away, he smiled wider.

From the other end of the hallway, Jay's voice rang out:

"ASK HER OUT, YOU COWARD!"

"SHUT UP, JAY!" Cole shouted back, without taking his eyes off you.