#colefan

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NO COLE SLANDER ON MY TL

it’s about that time!

nobody cares about how your taste in music sucks (if it doesn’t include atleast some of Cole) and how much of a hater you are. thanks 😊

enjoy your 4/20 peacefully 💕

Sincerely,

me. 😘

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FOR THE DRABBLE MEME: 58, AND cole/stefan if you can still write for it! IF NOT, PAIRING OF YOUR CHOICE <3

When Cole and Stefan emerged from the bar, they found that one of their tires had been slashed.

"Son of a bitch," Cole said. Whoever had done this either didn’t know this was a police vehicle or had balls of steel. "Aint that a kick in the head?"

He turned to Stefan who was staring at him, eyes wide, but eyebrows pulled tight.

"What?" Cole asked.

"Are you kidding me?" Stefan asked. "You? Mr. ‘Don’t Exaggerate, Stefan’ Mr. ‘It’s not that bad, Stefan,’ Mr. ‘I’m sure someone just around the corner, not to mention the other side of the world, is having a much worse day than you right now,’ You look at a flat tire and call it a kick in the head?"

"I don’t—"

"Have you ever been kicked in the head, Phelps? I don’t think you have. Because any man can change a tire. At least, any man should be able to change a tire. It’s easy. It’s no big deal. It’s a minor inconvenience. Being kicked in the head? That is some shit, Phelps. Being kicked in the head is some shit.”

"Are you done?" Cole asked.

“Some shit, Phelps.”

"I take it you’ve been kicked in the head," Cole said.

"More than once."

"That explains so much."

"You know what?" Stefan tossed the keys to Cole. "Spare’s in the trunk. You change the tire. I’m getting another drink." He headed for the bar. "How’s that for a kick in the head?"

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i saw u shipped cole/stefan so i had to (l.a. noire) <3

Awww dude that's neat. Just a heads up, I don't really reblog a lot of that anymore because there really isn't anything new, but feel free to dig through my Colefan tag and Colefan fics.

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pairing of your choice, au where the characters swapped positions, backstories, etc

Everything was a joke to Stefan Bekowsky—it had to be or he’d go crazy thinking about the things he’d done in the war, and worse, if he stopped smiling for two minutes, people might think him capable of the things he’d done in the war. He hated his new partner, Cole Phelps, to whom nothing was a joke, who wore his seriousness and dedication like a war medal, since he’d never had the chance to earn one. Stefan wouldn’t have believed that someone’s guilt over lack of action could rival his own guilt for action wrongfully taken, but Cole could tell him, if Cole could hold a fucking conversation.

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The Very Late Thanksgiving Special/Birthday Gift for Denise

Sorry it took me so long! Also sorry that it's OOC, but what else would you expect from me?

"Any big plans for Thanksgiving?" Tracy asked as she returned the body to its compartment.

"Oh, not really," Stefan said. "My parents are going out of town for the weekend, but seeing as I'm working on the morning of and the morning after, I can't go with them."

Stefan didn't answer for a moment. He still felt rather uneasy about the fact that both Tracy and Jack knew about him and Cole.

"Yeah," he said finally. "I just hope Cole doesn't kill himself making dinner. I can't exactly help, so he's on his own."

"Yeah, same here," Tracy said. "I'd burn down the kitchen, so it's all up to Jack. Unless you want to do Thanksgiving together. Then they could both cook."

"Can you imagine Jack and Cole in the same kitchen trying to make Thanksgiving dinner?" Stefan asked.

"No," Tracy admitted. "I guess we'll have to divide up the plates so they can cook separately and we don't have any repeats."

"You're serious?" Stefan asked. "You really want to do this? Have Thanksgiving together?"

"Sure," Tracy said. "I'm tired of lonely Thanksgivings. Let's make a real party out of it. We can have it at my place."

"Cole won't want to go," Stefan pointed out. "No offense."

"None taken," Tracy shrugged. "Jack won't want him to, either. But I think you and I can convince them."

***

"So what was it you wanted to ask me?" Jack asked as he lay in bed beside Tracy, sliding a hand over her hip.

"Oh, nothing really," Tracy said absently. "But you wouldn't mind if we had some company for Thanksgiving, would you?"

***

Stefan swung by the morgue as Tracy was finishing up her paperwork for the day.

"I have a list of demands," he said, holding up his case notebook which didn't really hold many case notes but did currently hold all the dishes that Cole wanted to claim for dinner.

"As do I," Tracy said, pointing to a sheet on her desk. "Nothing is really all that important, though," she went on. "All he really wants is the turkey."

"No can do," Stefan said with a shake of his head. "Cole's dead set on that."

"Well, so is Jack," Tracy said. "And seeing as we're hosting, I think you should let him have it."

"All right," Stefan said. "I think I can fix this. Can I use your phone?"

Tracy continued her paperwork while Stefan leaned against her desk and dialed up Cole.

"Cole? Hey, look, about the turkey. If Jack wants to make it, I think you should let him. Well, of course yours would taste better. We both-- You don't have to prove anything to Jack. Look, it's polite, all right? That's all. Anyway, I don't even really like turkey. What do you mean since when? When have I ever-- Well, it's different in a sandwich, you know that. What about a ham? I like-- That's different in a sandwich, too. Uh-huh? Carve it?" Stefan glanced at Tracy and she nodded. "Well, sure, you can carve it. All right, perfect. I'll see you later."

"No 'I love you, honey?'" Tracy teased when Stefan hung up.

"Not on command."

***

"Why do you hate Cole?" Tracy asked.

"I don't," Jack said. "He just thinks I hate him, and there's hardly anything more irritating than that."

"So you hate him because he thinks you hate him."

"I don't hate him."

"Good," Tracy said. "So you won't mind him carving the turkey."

***

The night finally came, and arms laden with food, Cole and Stefan made their way up to Tracy's apartment.

"I still can't believe I agreed to this," Cole said. "Why did I agree to this again?"

"Because Tracy is a friend," Stefan said. "And Jack is too, kind of. And you wanted to show off. Does that cover it?"

"Not quite," Cole said. "Don't forget what you promised me."

"Trust me," Stefan said. "I won't."

***

"Don't forget what you promised me," Jack said as Tracy moved to answer the door.

"I won't," Tracy assured. She opened the door and smiled broadly. "Stefan. Cole. So good to see you. Happy Thanksgiving."

***

They set the table for dinner immediately, Stefan and Tracy figuring their men would get along better with minimal socializing beforehand and more of it after they were filled with cold drinks and warm food.

"Before we start," Stefan said, once everything and everyone was situated, "I guess we should mention something we're thankful for."

Cole, Jack, and Tracy gave no verbal response, but their faces said it all.

"All right, all right," Stefan said. "Let's just eat then."

They loaded their plates with everything but the turkey. Cole took hold of the carving knife.

"Before you start, Cole," Jack said, causing Cole to pause and look at him. "I want you to know that that is the best turkey I've ever made, and if you screw it up--"

"What makes you think I'll screw it up?" Cole interjected. "Oh, I forgot. That's what you think of me, isn't it? That I just screw up everything?"

"I didn't say that Phelps, Christ. There's no need to make this personal."

"Gentlemen," Stefan said. "If you could just--"

"Stefan, stay out of this," Cole said, and he was back to his argument.

"All right then," Stefan said. He locked eyes with Tracy and then nodded toward the living room. She nodded, and the two of them grabbed their plates before relocating.

"I don't really like turkey anyway," Stefan said, taking a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, me neither," Tracy said. "Well, thanks for indulging me, anyway."

"Yeah, sure thing," Stefan said. "Though if you want to do Christmas, we should probably order in."

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L.A. Noire slash community?!

Would anyone like to help me revive the L.A Noire kink meme on LiveJournal? This fandom needs more love!

Reblog if you’re interested please :’D

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Colefan Christmas

Here's this year's Christmas special. Enjoy!

He actually wasn't bad at wrapping gifts--at least, nowhere near as bad as when he'd first tried it. He'd probably be much better by now if it was something he did year-round instead of once every twelve months, but Stefan was still impressed with himself for retaining any knowledge of the task over that period of time. He was just about done when his door opened. He knew it was Cole--his parents would have knocked even though they had a key--but he looked up in surprise just the same. He hadn't been expecting to see the man until the next night at the earliest.

"Hey, Kid," he greeted, not getting up from the table yet since he still had a bit of a mess there. "What happened to the girls?"

"Hello Stefan," Cole said as he hung up his jacket by the door. "It, uh, seems that they were worried that Santa wouldn't find them at my apartment. Marie and I both tried to convince them that he'd just leave their presents at the house, and they'd get them when I took them home, but they could not be swayed."

"I'm sorry, Cole," Stefan said, standing now to meet the man as he approached.

"It's all right," Cole said, accepting the embrace that was offered to him. "Marie said I could pick them up tomorrow evening, and they can stay with me then."

"That's not so bad," Stefan said with a smile as he pulled back. "I've got my plans tomorrow night anyway, so we can just have our Christmas tonight."

"Sounds like a plan," Cole said. He moved to the refrigerator. "Have you eaten yet?" he asked. "I think I can throw together something adequately festive."

"Hell, if you're cooking, that's festive enough for me," Stefan said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "So what about you, partner? Did you believe in Santa Claus?"

"No," Cole said, as he gathered what he needed to make a meal out of what Stefan had in his kitchen. "My father made sure I knew right away how foolish the very idea was."

"Sounds like a fun guy, your dad," Stefan said. "I believed until I was about nine, I think. But I pretended until I was sixteen. More gifts that way."

Cole let out a laugh. "Did you really?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"No," Stefan said with a grin. "It was more like eleven or twelve. And the number of gifts didn't change any after all."

"Speaking of gifts," Cole said. "Who's that one on the table for?" As far as he knew, Stefan's gifts to his parents for any occasion consisted of manual labor for his father and flowers for his mother.

"Oh," Stefan said, smile fading as he averted his glance. "It's, uh, for my sister."

Cole paused in his work, not having expected that answer. He turned around then, to face Stefan.

"Stefan...," he said. "Did your... sister die on Christmas?"

"No," Stefan said with a shake of his head. "Not really near it, either, but, uh.... Well, my parents told me it was her favorite holiday. Not really surprising; what kid doesn't love Christmas? But we had three of them together and, well, I can't remember any of them. I was too small. One year I just bought her a present. I never thought I'd still be doing it now, but I've never seen a reason not to do it, so I just never stopped."

"You know," Cole said, after a silence. "When we first met I didn't take you for sentimental, but that's a very nice gesture."

Stefan shrugged. "I don't really think that much about it."

Cole grinned. "And that, as usual, only adds to the charm." He returned to working on dinner. "Get the table cleaned up," he said. "We'll need it for eating. And possibly other things."

Stefan gave a grin of his own and set to work doing just that.

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There was a heavy feeling in his chest-- a feeling that was not easy to get rid of. He had heard of the tragic news not too long ago, but the thought still rung in his mind. All he could think about was him ... those rare smiles, that college boy vocabulary of his ... that happiness he had around Elsa that was so contagious that even Stefan couldn't help but have as well ... "Get to work; quit ... thinkin' ..." He cleared his throat and shuffled through the papers on his desk.

weh weh weh

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