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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago
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Kinktober 2023, Day 4
The Spike In My Heart
Summary: You could smell him miles away. It was the sweetest scent you have ever breathed. It was addictive. It was a need. You needed this smell. And what you found was Cole
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Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings:  vampires, stalking, chase kink, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, licking, overstimulating, blood kink (?), creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.7K
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The world stopped moving. Time stood still, and all sins had been erased the second that scent dug its hole into your brain.
Obsession. There was no better way to describe it. It wasn’t close to you, but one drop of that decadent blood had set your mouth on fire. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, while you guess the notes of their blood. Man. It was definitely male.
Delicate. Like a field of wildflowers. Bees that gather pollen to create scrumptious honey that makes your mouth water. You need that blood. Already, you are craving something that you hadn’t even tasted.
Masculine. Like a man bathing in a river. The water cascading down his chest, and creating its own waterfalls. Your tongue lapping up the trail until you see his neck pulsing with his life force. You want that.
Angelic. Like a feathery soft sweetness that tickles along your skin. Creating a trail of goosebumps with every inch it touches. Airy and romantic. You desire it.
Your body won’t stop moving until you find the creature that had the most delicious notes of flavor. Stalking through the shadows until you find the smell. A smell that will forever be ingrained in your body. Your soul. A smell that

You stop at the edge of the forest, tilting your head to the side. Your fangs retreat, and you can’t deny that was him. Your body had two heartbeats as soon as you saw his face. The almost non-existent beat of your heart, and the hard pulse in your pussy. He was beautiful. You had to admit he wasn’t who you were expecting to see.
You had gone through different scenarios on how you could make this dinner last. Had decided you were going to keep him locked up in the basement. But his cheeks sun kissed and red, deserved to be in the sun. The sun would be jealous if you ever took him away.
He is alone, which is more than you could hope because you needed a taste. But he was a bit skittish. Flinching at every little sound. It was adorable. You could chase him. You purposefully step on a branch, and the shovel he is holding drops to the ground, and he looks along the tree lines to find you. He wouldn’t see you unless you wanted him to.
His eyes hitting the light makes him that much more beautiful. He is precious. You want him. Want to protect him. Want to devour him. Even his trembling hand picking up the shovel makes you want to hold him.
Stepping on another fallen branch, he stands rigid scanning even harder, until you step in the light, “Run,” you whisper.
He might not hear it, but he understood. Dropping his shovel again, he races in the opposite direction of you. Predictable. You’d give the poor sap a head start. Sweet angel, even yelps. He smells so much better with his blood laced in fear and
that’s a new scent. He was in danger from something that wasn’t you.
It takes you seconds to catch up to him. His danger taking the fun in the chase away. His speed already slows down as he looks back at you in real fear. His pulse is off. “I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to taste you.”
“That doesn’t make me — feel — better,” he comes to a halt, placing his hands on his knees, “Is there like a — pause button in — this game?”
Deep staggering breaths have him choking before he reaches in his pocket. “It’s not — a gun. I just,” an inhaler. Oh he was a sweet one. He places the mechanism in his mouth, taking a deep puff, but his eyes never stray from you. “Vampires don’t exist.”
“We don’t?” Your fangs expand over your lips as you smile at him. “What makes you think we don’t?”
“So you’re gonna chase me then eat me until I’m dead?”
“Sweetheart,” his cheeks flush back to life as the pink expands over his skin. “I don’t eat people. I suck them.”
“You know, usually sucking sounds fun, but you mean my — and not my
”
“Oh, I could suck that as well if that’s what you required. You’re too sweet to kill. I want to savor you. Nothing has ever smelled sweeter than you.”
“I’m Cole,” Cole is too trusting. He goes quiet while he lets your words marinate in his brain. “Does it hurt?”
“Not if I don’t want it to. I promise there are ways to make you feel nothing but pleasure.”
“And
how — how is that?” You take both Cole and yourself to the ground, giving him a soft little peck to his lips. Your mouth trails across his jaw, giving him the tiniest nibble. And you drag the needle sharp edge of your fang along his skin. Cole arches and whimpers. Tilting his head to the side as he fully submits to you. Allowing you to see the throb of his pulse right on his neck. But it wasn’t the only part of him throbbing.
Sitting up suddenly, you allow yourself to straddle his body. Grinding over his pelvis with a cheeky grin. “Cole, you know the best way to experience this?”
“Wh-wh-what is that?” Your lips start kissing down his body as you undo his shirt. “Can I at least get a name?”
“Call me, Vixie,” you pull apart his shirt completely, marveling at his chiseled physique. Leaning down to lick around each of his nipples.
“So
what
what makes
you know giving you my blood
easier.”
“You’re adorable. Must be why you smell so sweet. Have you not figured out what I’m trying to do?” His head barely shakes no, and you roll your hips over his swollen crotch. “How about now?”
“Uh
w-w-wait
you want to kill me?”
“No, sweetheart, I want to overstimulate you, and give you the best orgasm of your life,” a timid squeaks pops out of his mouth, and just to make sure he understands, you roll your hips again. “What’s that, sweetheart? You want that? Or you want me to just take your blood and hold you captive?”
“Yeah.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“Yes, I want
I don’t want to be a — um — captive. Oh god,” Cole’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you remove your shirt. Reaching behind you to undo your bra, and his mouth waters with need. This was going to go by too fast, but in time, Cole would be able to handle even more.
Getting to your knees, you hover over him. Undoing his pants, you pull them down with ease. Moaning when his cock breaks free, oh he is delicious. Pretty beads of precum on his tip, and even his thick vein is throbbing with need. The need to feel your walls squeeze him tight.
“Where are you going,” he whines when you stand up. But you don’t answer, just shimmy out of your pants before straddling him again. His eyes cast down your body, lingering on your cunt. He watches as you start to sink back down to your knees.
You grab the base of his cock, and he chirps. The sweetest little sound of pleasure and nerves. “Cole, I’ve only just touched you, sweetheart, are you going to be okay with me riding this pretty cock?”
“Yeah. Yes. Most definitely. Ah,” Cole soothes out as you let his tip just touch your weeping cunt. He has the longest drawn out mewl when your body takes every inch. Even your own strangled moan echoes into the wind at how well he fills you up. Giving yourself a moment to adjust, while you look at him. He is struggling.
Biting his lip, his eyes clenched close. “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I’m trying not to come.”
“You’re adorable,” he finally opens his eyes a bit. Peering up at you. “Cole,” you don’t even bounce over him, just give a dirty grind, and his hands grip tight onto your hips while he seethes. “I’ll keep taking you until I come, sweetie. Just relax. Enjoy the ride.”
Reaching behind you, you fondle his balls as you start undulating your hips. Letting him get used to the feeling. He is vocal, and it feeds your ego. Receptive and letting you know how good you were making him feel. All you can see is red as your vision pulses to the rhythm of his pumping blood. Giving the illusion of a bad quality home video, but it made him more beautiful. He lifts his neck up while turning his head. Showing you what really turns you on.
Hard pounding throbs that you no longer can ignore. His dick is already twitching in anticipation of coming.
Leaning over, you start to bounce over him. Taking every veiny inch of him as you sniff up his neck. His scent was mixed with something even more sweet, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to think about that. Laying your tongue flat, you lick a stripe up the sensitive column before your fangs graze over his sticky skin. His body hums in excitement. He is almost there. Almost to his grand finale. He’d hold out longer in time, but you are still going to make sure he is overstimulated.
His moans are so much closer to you, and you feel the hum of it straight to your core. Timing just when you are going to bite him. He’d never want anyone besides you after this. You would be a drug to him.
Just as his breathing hitches, and his voice goes up an octave, you pierce his skin. His taste blows up all your senses, and your vision blacks out. Your body on autopilot as his seed spurts deep into your womb. Slamming yourself over him, the two of your juices create a thick cream that coats his cock and oozes out of you.
He tastes better than you could have ever imagined. Summer rain, the breeze from hummingbird wings, the buzz of the honeybee, the warm glow of a lightning bug, and even the sweetness of wild honeysuckle. His essence drains down your throat, coating your insides. If it wasn’t for your trembling thighs, you wouldn’t even know that you had reached your own peak. It was just Cole.
Taking in a deep inhale, you lick over his punctures. Your saliva acts as a salve while you close up his wounds.
“Cole? Sweetie, can you see?” With a dopey smile, he shakes his head no. “You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, if you do that again.”
“I’ll make sure to do this everyday. Every hour. Whatever you want.”
“Yeah
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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years ago
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Fallin’ In Heart First - Cole Turner x Country Singer!Reader
A/N: This is pretty much inspire by HEART FIRST by Kelsea Ballerini so definitely check it out!
Summary: Months after their break up Cole is still moping over Sadie, that is until he hears a certain voice
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Fluff! Simp Behaviour!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics​
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“I have just the thing you’re looking for,” Cole says with a small wink, pointing to the customer who was at the stall.
He reaches out to grab just a plain jar of honey before presenting it to the allergy-suffering customer. She raises a brow in confusion as she takes the jar from him “honey?”
“Yep have some every day, in your tea or on your breakfast, it’s made locally using local pollen so it allows your body to get used to the pollen before allergy season kicks in” Cole explains pushing his hands into his jeans pockets.
The customer studies the jar for a moment before shrugging her shoulders “Worth a shot” she admits before passing over some cash for it.
“Used it all my life and it’s saved me,” Cole says with a small wink.
The lady lets out a small snort of laughter as she shakes her head and puts the jar of honey in her bag “Well thank you” she chuckles before turning and walking off to another stall.
Cole watches as she goes, she was pretty cute, almost certainly his type but his heart just wasn’t in it. He watched as she paused at the nearby flower stall and began admiring the cactus. Something that instantly made Cole sigh deeply as he was reminded of her.
“Oh my god that’s like the millionth sigh this morning!” Mattie exclaims loudly, pulling Cole from his thoughts.
“No, it's not” Cole argues turning around to face his younger sister who was reclined back in her chair.
“Uh yeah it is, you do it whenever you look over at the plant stall” Mattie says pointing over to the stall in question.
“No, I don’t” Cole states with a small scoff shaking his head at her.
“Yeah, you do!” Mattie laughs “Aren’t I right Dad?”
“Yeah you are sighing a lot, you can sit down if you’re asthma is acting up coleslaw” his dad offers making Cole roll his eyes.
“It's not his Asthma it's him still wallowing over Sadie,” Mattie says sending Cole a knowing look.
“No, I’m not, I’m over that” Cole argues but even he could hear how unconvincing he sounded.
Mattie burst out laughing shaking her head at him “You do hear yourself right?”
“Mattie leave him alone, he thought Sadie was the one” his dad chastises lightly.
“Yeah just like he thought Bonnie and Laurie and Peggy were the ones” Mattie mutters under her breath.
“Look Coleslaw we’re doing alright here, why don’t you go take a break, explore the rest of the fair?” His dad suggests.
“Dad I’m fine” Cole sighs.
“And that’s a million and one” Mattie smirks.
“Fine, fine I’m going” Cole exclaims holding his hands up in surrender, grabbing his inhaler as he stormed away ignoring his sister’s laughter.
Cole didn’t really know where to go, the annual county fair was always massive. He knew his dad needed a new part for the tractor so maybe he could go get that, or see if the book stand had anything interesting on agriculture.
He was just walking past one of the bar tents when he heard angelic-like singing that had him freezing. Turning in the direction of the singing he ducked into the large bar tent which was full of people enjoying local cider and listening to live music.
Cole gently pushed his way through the crowd so he could see who was on the small stage. His heart skipping a beat when he finally saw the singer. You were absolutely stunning, perched on a stool in a long floral dress, daisies carefully weaved into your hair. You had a warm smile on your face as you expertly strummed your guitar and sang about love.
Cole was completely enamoured and when your gaze met his the rest of the world melted away and it was just you and him in that tent. You sent him a bashful smile, glancing down for a moment before your gaze returned to him.
For the rest of your set your gaze repeatedly met his and Cole couldn’t help but think you were singing directly to him. So when you finally finished and began packing up Cole didn’t hesitate and made his way straight over to you.
“Hey,” he greeted, shoving his hands in his jean pockets nervously.
You glanced up from your guitar case, a smile growing on your face and you rose to your full height “Hey” you echoed.
“I um just wanted to say I really enjoyed your set, you’re voice is beautiful” Cole says smiling nervously over at you.
You nibble your lower lip and look down bashfully “Thank you” you smile looking back up at him.
Cole gives you a small nod of his head as silence fell between the two of you. He didn’t want to leave but he just couldn’t think of anything else to say. He began to turn away when he spotted a sign for a local cider and instantly spun back around to face you.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked suddenly.
You startle slightly at his outburst but a warm smile soon grows on your lips “Yeah that sounds nice”
“Perfect, great,” Cole says with a sigh of relief.
You let out a quiet chuckle as you close your guitar case and pick it up “let's go” you grin.
“Here let me,” Cole says quickly taking the case from you “I promise I won’t drop it”
You let out a loud warm chuckle at that “Don’t worry I trust you
” you say tailing off at the end.
“Cole. I’m Cole, Cole Turner” Cole finishes holding out his free hand.
“Y/N” you smile shaking his hand and Cole could swear he felt sparks fly.
Cole held out his arm signalling for you to go first, smiling, trying and failing to stop himself from doing a little happy dance when your back was turned. You then glanced over your shoulder at him making him quickly recover and flash you a smile.
When you reached the bar Cole ordered two ciders for the both of you and then set down your guitar case. As he did do he noticed all the stickers from different states and cities across the country.
“Are these all the places you’ve toured?” Cole asks as you took a large sip of your cider.
You quickly swallowed and shook your head “No, I’m not much of a traveller far too much of a homebody, my family is just pretty large and spread far and wide so those are just from when I’ve visited them” you explain.
Cole hums nodding his head “I get that, I did a bit of travelling across Europe not too long ago, it was fun but I definitely liked being home and back in my comfort zone”
“Need a holiday from your holiday” you chuckle making Cole laugh.
“Yup exactly that” he smiles “So you don’t travel for your music?” He asks arching a brow.
“No it's just a hobby, I don’t have any real desire to ‘make it’, I just enjoy doing stuff like this and I love my job too much to give it up” you explain.
“What do you do?” Cole asks tilting his head slightly.
“I’m a librarian, so diving into fantasy worlds and romance novels is enough travel for me” You smile bashfully as you take another sip of your cider “What do you do?”
“I’m a farmer, but I have also written a book on the history of agriculture, it was published a few months ago now” Cole answers as he takes a sip of his own cider.
“Wait.” You say holding out your hand “Cole, as in Cole Turner?”
Cole furrows his brows “Yeah
.” He says confused.
“I’ve read your book!” You exclaim.
Cole’s eyes widened in surprise “You have!?” He says shaking his head in disbelief, he thought he’d be the only one who’d ever read it.
“Yeah! It came into the library and it looked interesting so I gave it a read and it was really cool! You have a way with words” you explain smiling over at him.
“Thank you” Cole smiles bashfully “but if anyone has a way with words it's you! I mean your songs, god
 I’ve never heard someone summarise love and falling in love like you”
“Thank you, not everyone would agree, I’ve been called a hopeless romantic,” you say with a small shrug of your shoulders “Well that's putting it nicely, I’ve been called needy, incessant texter, leading with my heart rather than my head
 but I guess I am someone who’d do anything for love”
“I get that,” Cole says with a small nod of his head, making you look back at him with an arched brow “I once travelled halfway around the world after a girl who I went on one date with and didn’t hear back from only to find out she’s a CIA agent and get dragged into her mission to recover a weapon of mass destruction, there were bounty hunters and everything” he rambles looking down at his cider.
Silence fell between the two of you making Cole worry that when he looked back up that he would see a look of horror on your face. But when he did eventually look up he just saw a warm smile on your face.
“You fall in love fast don’t you Cole?” You ask with a smirk, Cole could only nod and swallow nervously “Well I’m glad I’m not the only one” you smile holding your pint out for a toast.
A wide smile broke out on his face as he joined you in your toast. Yeah, he fell in love fast but this time he was sure that he’d met his match, his equal, his soulmate.
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pagesoflauren · 1 year ago
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It's me. Hi. I'm back with more writing, it's me.
So it's been a hot minute and the last things I posted onto this website were my lovely Wood & Stone series.
You can read the first installment, Wooden Facade (featuring Ari Levinson) here, and the second, House of Stone (featuring Andy Barber), here.
*infomercial voice* BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!
Much like Taylor Swift, I think autumn is a great time to drop some new content. I have decided to expand this even further, creating the Calamitous Love collection, featuring new members of the Barber-Levinson family...
Drum roll, please! đŸ„đŸ„đŸ„
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Faith Forgotten Land, featuring Cole Turner
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Blaze in the Dark, featuring Johnny Storm
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Delicate Beginning Rush, featuring Steve Rogers
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Painting Dreamscapes, featuring Ransom Drysdale
More details on release dates and the order in which these stories will be posted soon :) and don't worry, Ari, Andy, Bunny, Teddy, and--everyone's favorite--Marcella, will be making appearances!
As always, thank you for reading my work. If taglists are still a thing for people to join, I'm happy to add you!
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theycallmebecca · 1 year ago
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Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner
Today is @nomadicpixel birthday and a few days ago I asked if there was something she'd like me to write her for birthday. Her answer was something hockey romance, with either Cole Turner, Andy Barber or Colin Shea. I had an idea immediately... but that one didn't work out... and I'd given up all hopes of actually being able to write something when this little scene popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!
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Title: Smooth Hips Turner
Pairing: Cole Turner x female reader
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 
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"Is that who I think it is?"
You barely heard your friend's question, but turned in the direction she was looking and found yourself locking eyes with the "who" in question.
Cole Turner.
You knew him as your younger brother's childhood best friend.
Everyone else in the bar knew him as Cole "Smooth Hips" Turner, the new free agent goalie for the local professional hockey team.
"Oh my god, he's coming this way!" your friend exclaimed.
As he made his way towards you, stopped nearly every foot by an excited patron, you tried to recall the last time you'd seen him. The only for sure meeting you could remember was his and your brother's high school graduation nearly twenty years ago. He'd been 18 at the time and you'd been 20.
The years had been good to him, you saw. 4 years in college hockey and 16 at the professional level had done him good. Gone was the lanky teenager who had helped your brother annoy you. In his place, was a rock solid man, with a full beard, perfectly tufted hair and a charming smile.
"Well I'll be damned," his voice declared as he finally reached the table. "I heard you lived here, but I didn't think I'd run into you on my first night in town."
"And here I was trying to avoid you," you teased as you stood up to give him a hug.
It wasn't until you turned to introduce Cole to your friend that you saw that she was gaping at the pair of you in shock.
"Hi, I'm Cole," he said, holding out his hand to her.
She just blinked at him.
"Sorry," you said, slightly embarrassed by her behavior. Sitting down, you snapped your fingers in front of her face and she blinked.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "You know Smooth Hips?"
Cole flushed at the nickname, but sat down at the table and said, "I grew up next door to her. Her brother is my best friend." Then he added, conspiratorially, "I had the biggest crush on her as a teenager."
"Wait what?" you said. "You didn't."
"I swear I did," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It's the only secret I've ever kept from your brother."
"Did you have a crush on him?" your friend asked. "Is that why you keep the magazine where he's basically naked in your bedside table?"
Cole let out a shocked laugh while you wanted to climb under the table and hide.
Instead, you glared at your friend and she just shrugged as if to say "paybacks a bitch" for not telling her about Cole in the first place.
"I like you," Cole said, pointing at your friend. Then he turned back to you. "I've been here a few times to play, obviously, but I've never really gotten to explore. Wanna show an old friend around and catch up?"
"She'd love to," your friend answered for you. Then she nudged you with her elbow. "Give him your phone number."
After giving Cole your number, he said goodbye and went to join his friends at another table.
"You're welcome," your friend said.
You raised an eyebrow.
"I just got you a date with the hottest guy in hockey," she stated then grinned. "And if you're lucky, maybe he'll show you in person how he does those stretches he posts about on his socials that you like watching so much."
You shoved your friend's shoulder while she cackled.
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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year ago
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Oh Cole, you’re legit a lost puppy who is trying to hard lol but I would still give him a second chance
Puppy
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Summary: You meet a clingy but sweet guy.
Pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader
Warnings: clingy Cole, meet cute, fluff
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“Wait, miss. You lost this,” a cute guy chases after you. He pants as he finally catches up with you. “You forgot—” he wheezes. “Phew
I ran faster than I thought.”
“Oh, my wallet,” you smile sweetly at the guy selling you a plant moments ago. “I would forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.” He laughs and hands you your wallet.
“You’re very welcome, miss. Uh-I’m Cole by the way. I sold you the plant.” He nervously babbles. “Do you want me to carry the plant to your car?”
You chuckle. It’s a small plant, and he seems a little too eager for your taste. But you hold out your hand and tell him your name. “Y/N, thank you again. No, the plant isn’t heavy, I’ve got this.”
His face falls, and his eyes sadden. Cole wrings his hands, and he struggles to find a way to invite you. “Maybe next time.”
“How can I thank you?” you try to be polite. Cole seems to be nervous around women, and a little shy. “Do you want to go for coffee? You’re invited.”
“Coffee? Now? I mean,” he flashes you a sweet smile. “Oh
okay
wait. I’ll tell Edna to watch my stall.” He runs off but stops in his tracks to look over his shoulder. “You’ll be here when I come back, right?”
“Sure. I invited you for coffee,” you playfully say. “Remember? It was like ten seconds ago.”
“I’ll be right back.” This time he runs off to talk with one of the other stall owners.
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“So
uh are you single?” He walks next to you. Cole holds the coffee you bought him in a tight grip, almost crushing the cup in his hand. “Crap. I didn’t want to overstep. Sorry. I sometimes babble when I’m around a pretty woman.”
“I wouldn’t have invited you for coffee if I was taken,” you stop walking to wrap your hand around his wrist. He’s the right amount of cute and confused. Like a lost puppy and you kinda of like being the confident one for once. “How about you?”
“Free as a bird,” he rolls his eyes at his words and internally curses himself. If he messes this spontaneous date up, he will kick his own ass. “I’m single.” Cole hastily adds. “What brings you here, Y/N?”
“I wanted to buy a plant,” you joke, “and honey.”
Cole smiles widely. His heart flutters a little when you look up at him.
“Shoot, look at the time. I got to go. I need to check on a few e-mails and call my boss.”
He sighs and nods. Somewhere between walking to the coffee shop and going for a walk, he messed things up again. 
“That was nice, though,” you lick your lips. “We should do this again. Maybe next time we can have lunch together, or brunch. I don’t know what the kids these days do on their second date.”
Cole furrows his brows. His eyes light up and he grins. “I could invite you for dinner or cook for you. Maybe we can have lunch and coffee
 or a walk in the park. I know a perfect spot.”
“Cole,” you place your hand on his chest and look up at him, “relax. You’ve got ten out of ten. I want to see you again, so
relax.” You stand on tiptoes to peck his lips. “Just you know, I don’t kiss a guy on a first date.”
He nods and swallows thickly when you grab his phone to save your number. “I can bring a new plant to our next date.”
“Just bring you,” you cup the back of his neck to bring Cole down for a kiss. “That will be enough
”
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“Hey it’s me
uh Cole. I called to ask if we wanted to meet at six or seven. Call me if you have time.” 
You checked on your mailbox only to find you missed ten calls from Cole.
You sigh deeply.
Cole is a sweet guy, and you liked him from the beginning, but this is a little much.
It’s been barely two days since you met and he won't stop calling and sending messages.
“Hey, it’s me again
Cole.” 
The last message almost sounds desperate. 
“I didn’t want to scare you off. I’m sorry. Fuck
I always mess things up. I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”
You are about to delete all of his messages and forget about Cole. He’s a little too clingy for your taste.
Your finger hovers over the button, ready to block Cole but your eyes land on the plant, and you change your mind.
Instead of deleting his number, you call him back. He deserves a second chance.
Cole immediately answers the phone, making you chuckle. 
“Hi, sorry. I couldn’t take your calls. I thought about cooking tonight. I have the rest of the week off and wanted to ask if you have time to join me for dinner tonight.”
He tells you that he'll be there. Of course, he does. Cole waited two days for you to answer his calls or messages.
Cole may be a lost puppy, but he’s your puppy and you won’t let him slip through your fingers. 
You always had a thing for sweet guys

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bigtreefest · 6 months ago
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Chapter 9: Looking Over Fences
From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series
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Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader
Summary: Things may seem alright on the other side of the fence if you’re not consciously looking at it, but both sides are on the struggle currently
Word count: 2,268
Content/warnings: Mentions/allusions to self harm that are a poor joke, mob themes, mentions of blood, mentions of death, threats, annoyance, pushy behavior and lowkey misogyny, possibly a very bad decision, Peter being a sweet lil brother essentially
Author’s Note: This is lined up so the phone call she makes at the end would occur in Ch. 5 of The Rainmaker
I hope you guys are liking this AU, and I’d love to hear all your thoughts. Comments, reblogs, and asks are greatly appreciated!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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The following week since Bucky had left the farm was
okay. It was fine. And to be honest, you didn’t really care for much that was going on outside your own bubble. You fielded the occasional call or text from Steve or Decks, never from Bucky, trying to make it seem like everything was okay, but that was pretty much it.
Peter was helpful, monitoring shipments that started to come in, but more so, you could feel the way he was monitoring you. Perhaps to make sure you didn’t jump off one of the bridges you’d helped to design in town. But what did that matter? They were like ten feet off the riverbed anyway. And it’s not like you were faring that poorly. You were just a little sad, but not enough for it to affect you, but the people closest to you in your life thought differently than that. And by closest, right now you meant physical proximity: Peter and Curtis.
Everywhere you went, if you turned around and squinted enough, you could still see Peter in a distant corner. He definitely needed to work or his stealth skills, or perhaps he was purposely making sure you could see him, letting you know you didn’t have to be alone. That was too bad, though, because that was all that you wanted. To be left alone and sulk and just do your work like the good farmer you are.
So you did, and tried to ignore your shadow figure following you around in jeans and a shirt you’d made Curtis bring him from the store in town. He was just so tiny that he was swimming in everything else you had for the boys, and you weren’t really sure if he would want your old, nasty clothes. The ones you were hardly wearing anymore after your got back late at night, in favor of the only thing Bucky had left behind: a single Henley.
But really, it was fine. It was okay, and you were going to be fine. If only Curtis would stop asking! You could handle everything on your own, just like you had before. That’s what mattered, right? The only one you could really rely on was yourself, and no one needed to see how much pain you were actually in besides him. The one who got to be so happy with his sweet girl while you were separated, independent, alone. Any time you made a snide comment about it outside the soft likeness you were known for prior to these mood swings, Curtis simply let it roll off his back, giving you a tight hug, and moving on, avoiding the subject once again.
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Bucky was miserable. Just like you, he threw himself into work to try and ignore the pain. He needed someone around, though. Struggling alone wasn’t as easy as it used to be, so he searched for help. What the hell was this attempt at a healthy coping mechanism? One that landed him in the apartment of your best friend, no less.
Bucky had tried to find Steve upon his return, the second in command still working double time, plus essentially a new part-time job of flirting. Steve didn’t say it, but Bucky could see it. Plus, he got an earful from Sam about their developing situation in the debrief of preparation for coming back to work. Good for Steve, not relatable. The only chance he could get to find his elusive best friend was to track down his car and jump in. So after Steve had picked up snacks for what appeared to be a movie date, Bucky snuck into the trunk to hide. Any attention, or just human presence, especially that of someone you seemed to enjoy so much would work.
Bucky was exhausted. His nights were sleepless again, but now for different reasons. He couldn’t sleep without you. He didn’t want to sleep without you. But his body didn’t get the message as he was pulled under by the gentle rocking of Steve’s SUV.
He woke up to the familiar, gentle voice in his place amongst the grocery bags. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep in such an uncomfortable suit. It was one of his trash suits: one of the scratchy ones, one of the ones he didn’t care if it got a little bloody. To be honest, he didn’t care right now. Who did he have to impress? This was the first time he’d been out of the house in a week. But this was better than no clothes, and why waste something designer when no one was important around to see it? This mindset was completely different than two months ago.
Bucky groaned and sat up from the trunk, telling Steve his true feelings, something rarely voiced, so who was Steve to turn away from that vulnerability? Bucky really just needed someone, and even though Steve really wanted this private time with Decks, his best friend needed him more. In response to Bucky’s request to joint them, Steve’s lips formed a tight line and his nostrils flared with a frustrated, but sympathetic huff.
“Fine. Come on upstairs.”
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The time with Decks and Steve really helped Bucky, even though he could tell he was very evidently interrupting something. Once the movie was over and Decks was asleep, Bucky checked his phone to see a new message: another employee dead.
As the weeks went on, employee deaths had been on the rise with even a few occurring at first when he was at the farm. It initially seemed like weird chance events. A missing employee here and there, unfortunately, was normal when you owned so much of the city. They would usually turn up again, but this time it was different. Employees were dying, both innocent and mob-associated alike. This was targeted, and he knew exactly who was doing it: Lloyd. He was closing in on business, looking to intimidate. This was going to fill Bucky’s time well, combined rage from these slaps in the face, as well as the constant berating you were starting to face from Cole (as Peter had reported), working as fuel to the fire of reclaiming his rule over the city.
Not only did business suck, but if someone asked Steve and Sam, they’d say their boss was a menace to society, and not in the good way. He was running himself, and them by proxy, into the ground. Nothing was ever enough for him, and they were catching the brunt of that. Maybe there was a way to fix it, but what was coming wasn’t quite what they had in mind. With all the shit going on in the city, they hoped things were better for you.
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You had no idea what Bucky was going through besides the small things that Peter updated you on, but you hope it wasn’t as bad as having to put on a fake smile for an annoying, fake farmer.
It was as if Cole was consciously waiting for Bucky to leave your farm for him to start coming around again. It was like clockwork, with a gift from him earlier in the week, followed by an in-person sometime visit in the second half. It was like he was hoping to find you to more vulnerable like this. If that was the metric he was going on, though, he was severely underestimating your abilities. Bucky had been gone for three weeks, and Cole seemed unrelenting.
At least your rage at his persistence gave you something to fill your days with. And Peter was a delightful gossip, making impressions of the clumsy and pushy ‘farmer.’
You didn’t really have the desire to keep any of the gifts you were receiving but the cow, though, which was quickly growing, ready soon to move into her shed out back. First, it was the little things, like her, but then things started getting bigger. A Turner’s drink fridge. Where was that supposed to go? Then a hydroponics tower. That
well, actually, that one was kinda nice. Those things were expensive, and you hadn’t gotten the chance to invest in them yet. But what could a singular one possibly do for you? And then a tractor. One not even graded for the type of work you had to do. Each gift was punctuated by him forcing his way into your house right at dinner time, and sitting with you and Peter until you could shove him out, polite as ever.
His last visit, though. That one was a little bit different. You could see the smug look on his face as he ate off your cutlery. It was an insult that the plates and utensils your family, and Bucky, once used were touching his mouth. You’d purposely set those ones aside, reused for only him each time, and marked them mentally to be blown up once this all blew over. You were sure Peter would enjoy that, too. And hopefully it was sooner rather than later, but until then, it was one dinner at a time.
You walked Cole out to the porch, like you did every time, but instead of walking straight out to his truck, this time, he lingered for a second, turning around and looking down at you.
“Listen up, Sweet Peach. Sure, my capacities right now, every time I visit you, are limited, but I’ve got friends in low places. I’m not gonna give up. Either you give me the farm, or my buddy Lloyd starts a war with your boyfriend.”
A threat like that made you lose your usually cool demeanor for a second. “Cole, absolutely not!” This came out of nowhere.
You had to find a way to hit his pride. Maybe that could cause him to back down without retaliation. “What’s the valor in me handing it over, anyway? It would be worth so much more if you earned it. I know you’ve got something to prove, just like in high school.”
You did your best not to cringe at the memory. You obviously didn’t care about back then and it still pained you to think of it. Living in the past wasn’t something you did, but it was very evidently something he was caught up on. “Work to earn my farm, maybe you’ll earn my respect
and possibly a little something else.”
You bit your lip trying to be suggestive. Ugh, this was humiliating, but his entire manner of carrying himself shifted from his poor attempt at intimidation to intrigue. After all these years he still couldn’t help himself trying to win you over, and he was still a doofus.
“Oh yeah? And how do you suppose I do that?”
You tapped your bottom lip with your pointer finger, humming. “Mmm, how about a wager? Winner takes all, or at least just my farm. I win, Lloyd doesn’t wage war, either. Deal?”
“Wait, wait. A wager on what?” He licked his lips, still giving you a look that made you sick to your stomach.
“How about a game of pool? And tell you what, I’ll be extra nice since you’ve never seen me play and I just want to make sure we’re even.” You said it in your sweetest tone, a pout on your lips and your eyes as wide and sparkling as a doe. “You can pick who plays for your side, but here are the ground rules: no professional players. No pre-professional, either. Friends, allies, and acquaintances only. Keep the playing field even. But, the caveat is that I get to do the same. Whichever side wins the game, wins the prize. Do we have a deal?”
Cole stood there for a second, nodding and thinking it over. “So you’re trying to win my compliance? Didn’t think you were the type to treat your livelihood like a game, but lucky for you, I am.”
It’s true, you hate that it had to come to this, but you held out your hand for him to shake, just for him to limply grab it. How he got this far in business, you’ll never know, because that handshake was terrible, yet binding for the young-ish heir. Oh wait, that’s right, he got this far because his parents did it for him. Bucky would never let that handshake fly, but maybe he would understand. This was a threat facing both of you, and according to the breadcrumbs you’d heard from Peter, it could be even worse on Bucky’s end. That, on top of what Cole said about waging war added to your concern.
“Deal.” Cole dropped your hand and you tucked it behind you back, ready to wash it as soon as you could get inside.
“Good. Now get off my property. I’ll meet you at the bar next week. Saturday. 6pm.”
He nodded with a wink and walked down the porch steps to his lifted truck, tripping on the gravel on the way there, not daring to look back to catch your snicker. You could see his huff when he slid into the front seat, after having jumped up into the tall vehicle. The engine roared as he drove away, creating ruts. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as you walked back inside.
You heart was racing. The stakes were unbelievably high, but you didn’t have much of an option. Either win this bet and end it once and for all, or chance him trying to take things by force. So it wasn’t really much of a choice at all when you laid it out.
You had a few phone calls to make

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Bonus A/N: The grass is always greener, but it looks like both Bucky and Bee are standing on dead lawns.
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A/N: well, well happy birthday!👀🎂 our beloved man of desire is 42 today! For this occasion I wanted to write something a bit different-a snippet for each character (okay, not all of them, maybe I’ll post more but I didn’t manage moređŸ˜”â€đŸ’«đŸ€Ł)
Inspired by this post and a conversation with @jamneuromain who also wrote the Curtis and Lloyd part!!! Give this amazing person some love!!
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-> how the CE would react misunderstanding the word “creampuff” or just asks them to get her some 😋
Steve Rogers
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Steve didn’t know a lot of modern terms and slang-so he learned everything from you. Also some dirty talk and words you’d rather use in the bedroom than public. Which also meant he now learned what a creampie was. At first he had been a bit confused when you asked him to give you a creampie in the middle of sex.
“Wait-do you want me to stop and get you one? Now?”, he had asked confusedly, stopping moving right before you could reach your peak. “No-Steve-a creampie, not a pie”, he still seemed confused and that’s when you realised he had no idea what you were talking about. So you explained to him what it was.
“Oh
you want me to come
in you?”
From then on he definitely loved creampies. So much, he always looked up whenever you only said the word cream itself. It was funny. Really. You loved teasing him by using the words. Sometimes in public, sometimes at home.
But he knew when you did it to tease him, he could hear it in your tone.
You both were sitting on the couch, watching the when an ad come up. It was some trailer for a movie but the only thing you actually looked at was the baked goods they were eating. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. “Oh god, I want a Creampuff”, you moaned quietly, feeling Steve immediately stand up, making you drop onto the couch with your back. “Jesus, Steve-what are you doing?”, you mumbled slowly sitting up.
Steve took of his hoodie, throwing it to the floor, leaving him in just his jeans, which he also stated opening , the belt buckle hitting the floor quickly. “You want a Creampuff”, he only said, as if you were the one doing something stupid.
“Yeah-I want a Creampuff, so why are you taking off your pants?”
He still seemed confused, slowly dropping his pants to the floor, his boxershorts already slightly tented. “Doesn’t that mean you want me to
you know, come in you?”
You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, your laugh only getting louder at his so-called ‘perfect hurt puppy look’. “Oh Stevie, sweetheart, no
I don’t mean creampie. I mean a Creampuff
it’s something to eat, you know what I mean”
Only then did he realise his mistake, a quiet ‘oh’ escaping his lips as he sat back down. It was hilarious how hurt he looked. Like a kicked puppy. Yep, that was the man you fell in love with. Steve Rogers.
“Sorry I guess i
got a bit too excited”, he mumbled, crossing his arms. Chuckling you cuddled closer to him, kissing his cheek gently. “You’re cute. I’ll give you a blowie later, sounds good?”, you whispered sweetly into his ear, watching him blush as soon as he thought about it. Steve nodded slowly, dropping his arms around your shoulders.
“You know
I still think cream puff is the more appropriate word for... you know... that
”
Ransom Drysdale
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After a coffee date in the morning you were driving through the city and as the passenger you watched the buildings and lights, noticing a bakery you mumbled something quietly to yourself.
“What was that, Sweetheart?”, Ransom asked you, watching you for a second before looking back to the road. You felt yourself blush as you sighed, knowing he would stop asking until you’d finally repeat your words.
Shrugging you tore away your gaze from the window. “I said I’m in the mood for a Creampuff”, you grinned, watching how Ransom slowly raised his eyebrows. A mischievous smile creeped on his lips. “Sure? A Creampuff? Maybe you’d rather have a creampie”, he mumbled seductively, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing gently.
A laugh escaped your lips as you took his hand, sliding your fingers between his. “You know
usually I’d probably take it but right now? I’m so in the mood for a sweet fat Creampuff”, you moaned at the thought, liking over your lips. All this time ransom watched you from the corner of his eyes, huffing quietly.
You always forgot how much attitude he could give you if he didn’t get the answer he wanted to hear.
“Oh come on, creampie or creampuff, honey?" His question made you roll your eyes, an amused expression creeping on your face. “Don’t be a baby
you know I love you, but right now I really want to eat a Creampuff”, he shook his head at your words, stopping at a red light and immediately watching you carefully.
"you'll only get one choice. Are you seriously choosing the sugar and flour over me?"
You chuckled at his behaviour, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Of course you got your Creampuff.
(And at the end of the day also a creampie.)
Jake Jensen
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You were sitting in a little coffee shop with Jake, watching the naked goods there were putting up on display since you were a bit early. “Omg Jake look, look”, you whispered excitedly, noticing your favourite Cream Puffs.
Jake was playing on his phone so he didn’t notice what you were talking about but he nodded anyway. “I’ll get what you get, just need to finish this game and then I’m all yours-” “I want a Creampuff”, as soon as you said that he put down his phone looking up at you, quickly enough for his glasses to slide down from his nose a bit.
“Here? Now? Well
I’m sure they have a bathroom but-“ “What are you talking about???” You shook your head, watching as he stood up and grabbed your hand, wanting to pull you up.
“You said you wanted a creampie”, he whispered nodding with his head to the direction of the toilets, making you only shake your head more. “A creamPUFF. Idiot. A creampuff. To eat. Food. Not creampie. We’re in a cafĂ©â€, you face palmed, sighing loudly.
“Oh
then I guess I’ll get you the Creampuff”, Jake sounded like a kid that had their candies taken from them as he slowly walked to the counter with his shoulders slumped.
He was such an idiot sometimes.
But he was your idiot.
Johnny Storm
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Johnny was sitting in front of the tv, watching a baking show-even though he never baked. You weren’t sure if he knew how to turn in the oven, if you had to be honest.
While you were preparing some simple meal for lunch you also listened to the show, hearing something that made your mouth immediately water. Creampuffs. That’d be amazing for dessert.
“Johnny, food’s ready,” you called out, placing the plates on the table. When he quickly came to you, kissing your cheeks and grinning brightly you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling. He was such a sweet guy. Sometimes. He could also be really annoying.
“They baked wedding cakes-but in my opinion they were all ugly-just so boring, we’d have one with flames everywhere, right?” You chuckle at his overthinking over something that was happening anytime soon.
“Johnny, for one you proposed last week. Two
how do you think a cake can be in flames without burning down?” “
fake flames?”, you shook your head, a grin creeping on your lips. “Let’s eat, yeah?”
He nodded happily and took his first bite.
After finishing your meal Johnny took the dirty dishes to wash them, while you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection. “You know what I’m in the mood for
”
Even without needing to see him you knew he’d smirk at your words, even though you weren’t talking about anything that would make him happy
at least not in that way.
“A Creampuff.” You mumbled it into his back, sighing happily.
He immediately lifted his head, looking at you over his shoulder. “Like-right now? I’m a bit busy you know
but you can take off your clothes and just wait for me in the bedroom-“ “Jonny I didn’t say creampie. I meant a Creampuff”
He grumbled something then. “Then
I guess we can get some
but after I wanna give you a creampie.” You could hear the happy smirk in his voice as he was probably already thinking about the latter.
Ari Levinson
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Ari planned a little trip for you two for the weekend so after you had packed your clothes and everything needed, you were already on your way to a cabin he had booked.
But while driving a weird craving overcomes you. You hadn’t rated those things in a long time but
for some reason you couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet taste for the past thirty minutes.
Sighing you looked at Ari from the side. "I want some cream puffs", you whined, grabbing his arm since he had his hand placed on your thigh. Chuckling Ari shook his head slowly.
“Sweetheart, we're not approaching the nearest town in an hour. We don’t have creampuffs”, he grunted amused, the corners of his lifting slightly. At this point of your relationship he was pretty used to you having random and sudden craving for the most ridiculous food, something you've never eaten before.
Pouting you furrowed your eyebrows, crossing your arms. “can't a girl have her dream? A Creampuff would be really nice
”, you sighed sadly.
Ari brushed one of his longer hairs behind his ear, smirking to himself as he watched the road, "well your dream is not going to be satisfied, unless..."
As soon as he started coming up with an idea you sat up straight, grinning brightly at him, "are we going to change route? Would you do that for-“ "UNLESS you change your dream cream puff into creampie. That I can do."
You immediately swatted his arms, huffing in annoyance. “You’re an idiot.”
“But you didn’t say no.”
Lloyd Hansen
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You had been trapped in this semi-bunker-castle for ten hours. While Lloyd was perfectly happy - or angry yelling at his men to organize and regroup from their failed attempt at catching a rogue agent, you had spent the past five hours exploring this castle, this bunker, whatever this was, from top to bottom, even coming up with a map in your head of each and every room. You were bored. And all this walking had made you a bit hungry.
And what could be better satisfying your stomach than something sweet and soft? A cream puff? Or a box of them?
Lloyd, on the other hand, tends to ignore all the protests coming from his body when he gets busy. It was two in the afternoon and he hadn't had a single thing to eat since four this morning.
You squeezed through the tech guys and operatives, maneuvering yourself in the War Room, where Lloyd set up a temporary command station and hadn't left since five this morning, and tugged the corner of his shirt.
"What, bunny?" He gestured to the ops team to get out of the room, and lean by the edge of the glass table, crossing his arms, "is my bunny bored?"
You shook your head before nodding hesitantly, your lips making a cute little pout, "want creampuffs."
" 'm sorry?" Lloyd smiled smugly, curling two fingers to signal his bodyguards to enter the room, but his eyes still laser-focused on you.
"Creampuffs." You whined, "can I please have creampuffs?"
Lloyd extended his arms to pull you close, his mustache twitched, dragging the corner of his lips into a bigger smile while he worked through his belt buckle and grinded you on his hard bulge. "You’re not getting any creampuffs, bunny. You’re getting a creampie, now take off your clothes."
Your hands reached the back of your pink fluffy dress instinctively. You were about to pull the zipper down when you realized - "But Lloyd, there's still other people around." You whispered in embarrassment, cheeks flushed, lowering your hand slowly away from your zipper.
"Then those people can watch how I fuck you, filling you up like a little creampuff, hmm?" Lloyd licked your earlobe, his wet hot breath ghosting the sensitive spot behind your ear.
"Lloyd-" You whimpered, but he had already taken things under his control and yanked the back of your dress, tearing it wide open.
He took all your breath with a searing kiss, before covering your ears with his large palm and shouting to his men, who had been standing in silence ever since they came in this room, "Are you FUCKING DEAF? She wants CREAMPUFFS. What are you morons waiting for? A direction to the best bakery in town??"
Cole Turner
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You’ve been with Cole for six months now-which was to him a very long time. Most of his relationships didn’t last a month and you were now getting closer to seven than just six. Which made him happy like a kid that got two cookies instead of one.
He was a sweetheart. Always making sure you got what you wanted and that you were satisfied-sometimes he could be annoying, too. Incredibly even. He was very clingy, which could be exhausting when you needed some space.
But he’d do anything for you, so you accepted his little flaws, just like he accepted yours. Even though it could be annoying sometimes to him, too.
“Cole, do we have something sweet? I need something sweet to my coffee”, you grumbled, looking through all your cabinets. The last two weeks Cole had spent at your place and without needing to ask the question you both knew he was slowly moving in.
Smiling he walked into the kitchen taking some cookies out of a cabinet you hadn’t looked though yet.
Sighing you took the package, squinting your eyes slightly. You liked them but
it’s not what you were in the mood for

“Do we have anything else?”, you asked, putting away the cookies and furrowing your eyebrows slightly, which Cole did too, then. “Anything else? I think there’s still some cake left in the fridge-” “no I don’t want that”, you huffed, crossing your arms.
Normally you weren’t this moody but you were supposed to get your period any second now, which made you a bit more cranky than normally.
Cole stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his and kissing them. “What is it that you want, Cupcake?”, he asked gently, making you a bit more mad about how nice he was even though you were in such a bad mood and were so unfriendly. “Nothing”, you grunted, making him roll his eyes, yet there was still a smile on his lips.
“Come on
I can tell you have something on your mind..”
And he was right, of course, but there was no bakery close by so you couldn’t really ask him for what you really wanted.
“It’s just
I watched a stupid show and they had cream puffs and
I haven’t eaten them in so long
”, you mumbled into his chest when he hugged you, kissing your head. Cole was always a very touchy person, which you got used to.
Cole raised his eyebrows slowly looking down at you. “
cream puffs? That’s what this is about? You could’ve just said it, Cupcake
I’ll get you a whole box if you want that”, he kissed your lips quickly, already grabbing his car keys and not giving you any time to process what just happened.
And so in less than forty minutes you had your Creampuff, a coffee and great cuddles. Cole definitely was the one.
Curtis Everett
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Curtis was woken up by you.
You turned and turned in bed. Curling in his arms and rolling to the edge of the bed in the next second.
Oh you want cream puffs so badly.
The cravings in the night was keeping you awake and hungry at 3 am.
CREAM PUFFS!
You buried your face in the pillow and willed yourself to sleep. But as soon as you started counting sheeps, the fluffy white balls of wool jumping the fence quickly became fluffy white balls of whipped cream, jumping from the mixer bowl to the imaginary crunchy crust.
CREAM PUFFS!!
You kicked the heavy duvet impatiently. Earning a disturbed noise from your man lying next to you.
“Baby, what're you doing up?” Curtis grunted, voice groggy from sleep. He squinted his eyes looking at the bedside phone. "3 am?!"
You rolled back into his arms, inhaling the musky cologne that soaked through his shirt.
“I want some cream puffs.”
More so, the little bump in your belly wanted them too.
You were four months along. And all the cravings were driving you crazy.
"It's 3 in the morning, babygirl. where the hell am I supposed to find cream puffs for you?"
Just to be sure of the time, Curtis flipped on the light by the bed and double-checked the time again. His mind still in a sleepy haze, but he clearly knew it was impossible to get you what you asked for.
"Maybe later then, 8 or 9, I'm going to the bakery." You mumbled, "I didn't want you to find ... I just suddenly want some
 I can live without it. Now go back to sleep."
Curtis sighed loudly, opening one eye with difficulty, trying to stop his eye rolling to the back of his head because of how sleepy he was: "Now now, spill it out. I know creampuffs can't be the only thing you crave."
"Oh!" You came up with answers to his questions immediately, your stomach groaning for how delicious this sounded, snapping you from tiredness, "and those butter biscuits with chocolate chips... a big tall cup of strawberry milkshake 
 Oh oh oh! And fries!”
“Fries??!! How do fries make sense there??? I thought you wanted baked goods???”
"Well, I wanted baked goods," you peered at his unreadable expressions with the dim light, bumping his abdomen with your baby bump, "this little one wanted fries. And ice cream." You added hastily.
Curtis tucked your head under his chin, sounding unconvinced, "let me guess, he wants the milkshake too?"
"He needs something to go down with the food." You put out a lame excuse.
"That little
" Curtis swallowed whatever curse he was about to say, a long sigh and - he got out of the bed.
"Wait, where are you going?" You called as he was heading out, "Come back to bed."
Curtis grumbled some more.
"I'm damn well not letting my woman and my kid get starved."
Curtis spent the next half an hour in the kitchen, mixing batters and baking your favorites. When everything was ready, he went back to the bedroom to call you.
Only to find you asleep.
Curtis banged his head on the bedroom door frame lightly. At least, he thought to himself, that you were having a good sleep. He turned to the kitchen and put everything to chill in the fridge.
The second he went back to bed, you crawl instinctively into his arms and sniffed.
Suddenly all hyped up.
"Is that butter and chocolate I just smell on you?" Even in the dark, he knew your eyes beamed and glittered like the stars in the sky.
"Yes." He sighed, getting up again already, "you want to have some now?"
You were more enthusiastic than a hamster on a hamster wheel, scrambling up to wait for his cooking.
Curtis brought in a tray, with a glass of strawberry milkshake, a small plate of cookies and a few cream puffs, along with some fries and a small orb of ice cream.
"Eat. And go to sleep." He grunted, sitting beside you, squinting his eyes while stifling a big yawn.
Your lips trembled. Quiet sniffings. Curtis saw your eyes filled with tears instantly.
"I'm sorry babygirl." He welcomed you with his broad shoulders and warm embrace. Kissings landed on your forehead. "Sorry baby, just eat and we can cuddle and sleep. Didn't mean for it to sound that harsh."
"I 
 it's just 
 you stayed up to cook 
 and I fell asleep 
 and I feel so sorry for waking you up 
 and the whipped cream in cream puffs. It's been whipped so it must have hurt
"
Your sobs made absolutely no sense. But Curtis hummed and patted you on your back, calming you down.
"You'll have a little bit of everything, and then we cuddle and sleep, alright?" He wiped your tears away with the back of his hand, asking for your opinion.
The sadness came and the sadness went. It's only pregnancy hormones. Curtis got used to them by now.
You nodded, with tears staining your cheek and a small smile on your lips, pointing at the creampuffs, "Ah-"
Kyle
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He knew he’d get in trouble. He had know it as soon as the idea came into his mind-but he’d do anything for you. Having listened to you talk about creampuffs made him want to make you happy with a simple gesture.
But he hadn’t expected it’d cost him more than just one period. He shouldn’t be skipping classes since he wanted to graduate as good as possible, but what could he do when the bakery was baking fresh Creampuffs while he walked into the bakery? So he had decided to wait not expecting how long it’d take.
But in the end he knew you’d be happy so he decided to sacrifice himself and skip his three first periods-at least he’d be perfect on time for your lunch break.
Then you’d finally get those creampuffs.
After the cashier packed it in a pretty pink box-with a pretty bow-he quickly went back to his school, even though he knew this was probably a stupid idea. Well
.anyway

Walking into the school he hid the box in his locker, just in time for a teacher to call out his name noticing he wasn’t in class. “Shouldn’t you be in class-“ “yes, but
I didn’t feel so good, so
but I’m on my way back-” “young man, are you lying to your teacher?”
He felt himself blush, smiling apologetic. There was no way out of this.
After a talk with the teacher and even the principal he got detention. Just then did the bell rang so he walked to the table you usually sat at-before that he quickly stopped at his locker taking the cream puff box.
“Kyle! There you are”, you sighed in relief not having seen him all morning. “Where the hell have you been? Someone said you skipped classes-you know you can’t do this now. If you want to go to the same college you have to-” “I got you these”, he interrupted you pulling out the box and putting it in front of you.
You furrowed your eyebrows looking back at him. “Creampuffs?!”, you grinned opening the lid. “That’s why you skipped your first period? You didn’t have to do that Honey”, you smiled warmly.
Kyle smiled slightly embarrassed, shrugging. “Yeah
and second, and third. Mostly because they run out of creampuffs and have to bake a new batch
I just wanted to make you happy. You’re working so hard on your grades, you deserve something sweet”, he kissed your cheeks, while sitting down next to you.
“You’re a treasure, kyle. Here, have one too”, you smiled taking one for yourself and one for him. “If you wanna thank me I’d have something else in mind
how about a nice
creampie”
“Kyle! I told you I won’t have sex without a condom!”, you swatted his arm, making him laugh out loud. “Was worth a try.”
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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year ago
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Somebody needs to find/make a gif out of the last screne from “Ghosted” where Cole is waiting for Sadie before the theatre with his books.
Why? Because it’s damn sexy and I need a new gif for my professor Steve fic (there are only so many Professor vibe gifs of him out there and 👏 we 👏 need 👏 more).
Thanks for listening - please contact me if you find it.
Meg out ✌
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sunnylighter · 2 years ago
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I’m not totally back, but I managed a new chapter.
Summary: Slowly, but surely they begin to regroup.
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cassiopeia-grimm · 1 year ago
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When Cole learns something interesting about you.
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago
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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 16
Summary:  Life with Cole

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader
Rating:  mild
Warnings:  language, teasing, mentions of a breeding kink, tit worship, lactation kink, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  6.6K
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The sun beams in through the bedroom window, and Cole glances down at your sleeping body.  In ways it feels like no time at all has passed.  You still curl into him, your hand mindlessly rubbing on his chest, while your slow breaths warm up his bare skin.  Your fingers still flutter in your sleep.  The difference now was there was the cutest little boy snoozing away downstairs.  
With the monitor on the nightstand, he hears Waylon’s soft little snores, and Cole has never felt more complete.  It was almost another fight getting you and Waylon to the house.  There were constant words going back and forth between him and Alan.  Your father did want to let you go, and really didn’t want Waylon to go.  
He had begged you to just wait.  Told you that you and Cole needed to date before you went rushing back to the way things were, but you ever so calmly told him you were going to be with your fiancé, and then there was another fight.  So many words were said to Cole, but he had you and his son, and Loretta Lynn all under one roof.  And that was what mattered.
He hates himself for not just showing back up, and demanding to talk to you.  He could have had this all along.  And you stayed faithful to him.  You never moved on or found another man.  You waited patiently because you knew that Cole would return.
He worried about how the town treated you as you walked around pregnant and alone.  What Bill could have said to you.  Or worse
Hal.  Cole has half a mind to tell you and your folks exactly who was behind the missing letter.  One thing was for certain, he was going to let Hal stew in worry on whether Cole tells you or not.  Hal robbed everyone of a different life.  Tried to insert himself into your life, and even then, it still didn’t work.
If it wasn’t for Waylon’s clear attachment to Hal, Cole would have already mentioned it.  He couldn’t even decide if it was worth it to tell you.  He had you, all of you.  And Hal was left with regret.  It pissed him off because Waylon would blurt out Hal’s name with his random jibberish and words.  And would even ask where Hal was.  
“Mmm,” you moan, sitting up a bit to look at him, “Oh my god,” you wince, and start to laugh.
“Are you okay?  What’s wrong?” Cole’s hand was pressing up against your skin gently as he looks over your body trying to figure out what ailed you.
“I think you turned me inside out.  Oh, god,” sitting up fully in the bed, Cole starts to lean forward, nipping at your tits, and you smirk, “Seriously?  What is your obsession with my boobies?”
“Don’t call them that.  You make it sound like I’m a child,” he mumbles with a mouth full of nipple.  Flicking on the bud.  “What?  I like the look of them.”
“Really?  And what are you trying to accomplish by sucking on my tit?”
“You know what I want to accomplish,” he pulls you back to the bed, moving to hover over you, and placing his thigh right in between yours, moaning when his skin touches your bare cunt, winding a hand down in between as well.  Rubbing over your tender clit, and slinking two fingers down into your warmth.  “I think I showed you exactly how
”
“Oww,” you start giggling when Cole removes his hand from between your thighs.  “I’m not used to that right now.”
“Are you seriously raw?”
“Why don’t you look,” his head goes underneath the sheet, and his entire body positions itself in between your thighs while he playfully inspects you.  Spreading apart your velvety lips, and kissing over your sore pussy.
“She’s still wet,” sitting up a bit more, you lift the blanket to see him smiling up at you.  Giving the most gentle kisses to your core.  “She’s really wet.”
“And raw.  I said you turned me inside out.  I swear we only took little naps all night.  She misses you, but for this morning, she needs a break.”
“Bee
”
“Ehh,” you place a hand over his mouth.  You missed him so much it hurt.  You didn’t doubt that he would come back for you and his son, but now it seems like a dream.  He was right here, and you had spent all night remembering each other’s bodies.  “Cole, she’s tired, and we have the rest of our lives.”
“Mama!  Bee!” You snort, starting to sit up more.  “Daddy!  Toe Wiggle!  I up!”
“Daddy, Toe Wiggle, your son is up and ready.  Waylon, be down in just a second, buddy.”
“Wayton Toe!” He screams, wiggling the gate a bit.  “My Etta, yes!” Hearing a plop on the floor, it was obvious that Etta was occupying him for the time being.  Giggles galore from him while he gets morning snuggles, and you turn to look at Cole with tired, but happy eyes.
He cups your cheek a moment, still thankful that you hadn’t moved on, “My son.  I love to hear that, and he’s very sweet to hear, minus the fact he calls me Toe Wiggle.”
“It’s adorable.  Even your mom says so,” grabbing his shirt, he stops you.  Squeezing and kneading both tits before sucking on them both.  Those piercing eyes looking up at you over your chest.”
“Wayton Toe!” Waylon demands from downstairs.  Starting to stomp his feet around as he repeats his name over and over again.  Doing a little jig to wake you and Cole up.
“Alright, alright, let’s go get the boy.  I need those later.”
“They get bigger when I’m pregnant,” biting at your lip, you look at him over your shoulder.  “But of course once Waylon was born they belonged to him.”
“That’s not even funny.  Bee, I’m not even joking.”
“Did you just become a boob man?”
“I feel that’s very obvious.”
“Wayton Toe!” Your toddler growls out, shaking the gate again.  “My mama!  Get me!”
“That’s enough, sir.  Let’s go make breakfast with your baby.”
Cole sighs, watching you practically skip to the door, hearing that sweet boy squeal when he sees you at the top of the stairs.  This was the one thing he never even knew he wanted, and now he didn’t know how he could live without it.  Scooping your son up in your arms, you kiss all over his chubby cheeks asking how he slept.  
“Ahh!  Hey, daddy!  Toe Wiggle my daddy!”
“Hey, buddy,” Waylon makes grabby hands towards Cole, and you love watching them bond.  It didn’t take much and Waylon was wanting to spend more time with Cole than he did you.  Laughed and smiled at everything Cole said.  And Waylon loved to trace Cole’s features with his fingers.  Moving those tiny fingers over every bit of his daddy’s face.  “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Nee and Appies!”
“You heard him, Bee.  Our son wants apples and honey.  Maybe we should have pancakes, too?” Waylon nods his head excitedly, and points down to Loretta, “We need to feed the ole gal, huh?”
“Etta not ode!” He frowns looking at Cole before pouting down at the dog.  “Etta my baby!”
“No, you’re right.  And Waylon Cole is  my baby.”
Waylon takes a deep breath, patting a hand over his belly, and shakes his head.  “No.  No, me a big boy!  Need a baby!”
“Yes, Yes we do,” both Cole and Waylon turn look towards you, and you are flabbergasted.  Waylon hadn’t ever asked you for a baby.
“Waylon Cole Turner!” You yelp looking at the two of them.  “What is this?”
“I not a baby,” Waylon shrugs, and looks over at Cole.  “Daddy said.”
“Woah, why are you ratting me out like this, buddy?”
“You two feed the dog.  I’m going to make breakfast.  Waylon get daddy to help make your bed, and get your outfit picked out.  You can get dressed after breakfast.”
“Ooh!  Daddy naughty.”
“Daddy is going to go to timeout if he keeps talking like that.  Now, boys.  You have work to do,” you wait until Cole places Waylon on the floor, letting him waddle over to Loretta’s food, and help him assist Waylon.  Checking her water before running to his room.
“Bee, are you really angry?”
“No, but
we’ve got so much going on.  We want to build a house.  We want to get married.  You need to bond with Waylon, and you’re already hinting about a baby.  Can we just slow down, please?  I’m not saying I don’t want another baby.  I just want to pause this.  My dad hates this.  We can’t do anything without you and him getting in an argument.  And I know that Hal hates this, and
don’t roll your eyes.  I know what your issues are with him.”
“No, you really don’t,” you really had no idea, and at this point it was best if you didn’t.  It irradiated Cole to think about what Hal did with those letters.  Did he read them?  Did he still have them?  Or were they trashed like it was nothing?
“Either you tell me all the issues, or you let it go.  Waylon loves him.  And he knows who his dad is, and that’s you.  He just calls Hal, Hal.  I’m not saying the two of you have to be best friends, I’m just saying that Hal had a big part of our lives.  He was there,” Cole clenches his teeth.  His Adam’s apple bobs, and as of right now, there was no making Cole understand.  “Hal is the least of our worries.  You want a house.”
“I want to experience everything I missed.  The thing that everyone got to be a part of, and I didn’t,” this was the worst part of your situation.  Cole missed out on so much, as did Waylon.  They deserved to have every experience that a father and son should.  And there was no going back.
“I’ll make a deal with you; after Waylon turns two, if we have the house mostly finished, then we can start trying.  I don’t want another baby here.  You’re the older one here, can’t you see that this just isn’t the time for a child or enough space for a baby?” He nods his head, pulling you into his embrace by your waist.  His chin on top of your head, and you melt into his chest.  “I want you to have all that you missed, but at the right time.”  
“You’re right, sweet Bee.  It’s not the right time, but if you could quit trying to force Hal on me, that would be great.”
“Daddy, mama, kiss!”
“I didn’t kiss her.”
“Kiss!”
“You better do as he says, Daddy,” you smile up at Cole, knowing that everyday you were going to get to have these moments.  Everyday something new, and everyday have your family together.  Sure, you had some things to work through, but they were right there in your grasp.  And you were ready.
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“And where’s your ‘fiancé’?” You roll your eyes, jumping onto the counter as your dad cleans up from supper.  “Came here without my boy, too.  Honey, you just whisked Waylon from everything he knows.  Took my dog.  And your
shacked up with Cole Turner.  Are you even aware of how old he is?  Or did you really just want to piss me off?”
“Are you finished?” Sighing, you lean back on the cabinets.  Cole had kept Waylon just for you to have this conversation.  “I’m not leaving Cole to make yourself feel better.”
“He’s not good enough for you.  You deserve more than that
honey, you have no idea how he was in high school.”
“Why are you focused on that?  Focus on how he is now.  How he treats your daughter and grandson.  All you care about is who Cole was, instead of who he is to me right now.  Dad, he’s a good man,” your dad opens his mouth, but you only speak louder.  It was his turn to listen, “Had Cole known about Waylon while I was pregnant, he would have been here.  That man loved Waylon immediately.  That is his son.  He is our son.  And he makes both of us so happy.  That’s what matters.  Did you know we spent the day looking at house plans?”
“He’s putting you on his family land, so you have nothing.  If you split up, then what?”
“That’s a pretty big if.  And besides, this land is going to mine, and then Waylon’s.  I have something to fall back on for me and my child.  And our home will be paid for with both of our money.  That is what couples do.  Cole isn’t going to own me.  We are a team.  And he is not only my fiancĂ© but he is my son’s, your grandson’s, father.  And Waylon loves his daddy.  Can you not see that?  Are you that pissed off that you don’t even see how he emulates Cole? Is it the age difference or because you know him?  Because neither of us knew the connection.  Quite frankly we weren’t even worried about anything like that.”
Alan exhales deeply, putting a cup into the cabinet before turning towards you. Leaning on the counter, trying to find the words to say.  Everything coming to his brain was yet another insult.  “Do you not see why I’m upset?”
“No,” you answer flatly.  There was no reason for him to be upset.  Cole didn’t even put up a fight while he let Alan punch him over and over again.  “I would get why you are upset if Cole was a piece of shit.  I could have brought Waylon for this conversation, and let him be with mom, but Cole doesn’t want Waylon away from him.  He’s never going to get that time back.  He didn’t hear Waylon say his first word, or see him take his first step.  Cole missed him eating solid food.  He missed him stomping around in nothing but boots while you let him pee off the porch.  Cole has missed so much of his son’s life, and it wasn’t by choice.  He was wanted by both of us.”
“I didn't need to hear that.”
“Then hear this; Cole and I talked about kids.  About how we wanted them.  We talked about our plans for our future.  I wasn’t just some girl to him.  We talked about marriage.  Waylon might not have been planned, but he wasn’t really prevented either.”
Your father’s face falls blank while he stares at you, and you start to giggle.  If he wanted to continue to not like Cole for you, and he still had no idea the dynamics of your relationship with him.  Cole and you were both to blame for the creation of Waylon.  He was such a pleasant surprise, and everything he did reminded you of Cole.
“Seriously?  You have to bring up
I don’t want to talk about yours and — his life like that.”
“But you do.  You want to assume because of our age difference that all it was between us was the physical part, and it just wasn’t.  I lived with him.  We spent every day together, and we talked.  We wanted what we’re planning now.  Seriously, we wanted this life.  And I just want you to accept that Cole is not only Waylon’s dad, but he’s going to be my husband.  I don’t want this constant fight or disagreement between the two of you.  Cole Turner today is not Cole Turner from high school.  Are you?”
His sight falls to the counter while he lets that marinate.  You never once raised your voice or got irritated with your father.  You were calm.  And his attitude towards Cole was not going to sway you from being with him.  You wanted Cole those two years, and you still did.  “Tomorrow, if you like, we can take you out to the property where we want to build.  Start planning our future.”
“He’s so much older than you, honey.”
“Maybe.  But he loves me.  Loves our son.  Waylon loves him, and is loving having us together.  I have to hear everyone else’s whispers about mine and Cole’s age difference, and for the past two years that’s all it’s been.  Whispers about me being a single mom.  Marrying Cole we’ll hear the same things, and we need support.  So either you support us, or
”
“We’ll support you.  I remember how everyone spoke about you, and you didn’t flinch.  It was because you knew Cole was coming back, hmm?  I don’t like this.  I don’t know if I ever will.  And if he
if he disappoints you or my grandson, he will have hell to pay.”
“So why don’t we worry about it if it happens.  But it won’t.  Cole’s the real deal.  You’ll see.  Now, can I go home to my son and fiancĂ©?”
“Only if you bring my boy here for supper,” you give him a nod, jumping off the counter.  You were warned this would be a hard transition for your father.  Keeping Waylon away from him was never an option.  He just wasn’t going to be living here, and with your parents.  But you know just how much your dad was missing his buddy.  How Waylon’s night routine was no longer laying back and watching the news with his Papaw until he fell asleep.  He wasn’t being woken up by the pitter patter of Waylon’s feet in the morning.  It was one thing that you liked to admit, Waylon had a good Papaw.
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“Clean up your toys, buddy,” Waylon lets out a bit of a growl, looking up at Cole, while you ready him a cup of milk.  
“Me no wanna.  Me pay.”
“It’s naptime, and you made a mess,” Waylon’s lip starts to pucker, trembling with his incoming tears.  He had stayed awake past his nap, and his behavior was showing it.  You just wait, and see how Cole was going to handle Waylon.  He had his moments, just like any other child.  “Waylon.”
“No!  Me pay!” And there was the stomp.  The one that Cole loved for you to do, but with his son was a bit different.  Same pouty face, and same force behind the stomp.  “Me pay now!”
“No, you clean up now.  Mama is making you some warm milk, and we’re going to take a nap,” he shakes his head no, stomping his foot again, and Cole looks up at you.  You want Cole to be more proactive with dealing with this side of Waylon.  It came with the territory.  “Waylon Cole, it is time to clean up.”
“No nap!  Wayton Toe no seep.”
Cole takes a deep breath, squatting down into the floor with Waylon, and the toddler immediately runs into his arms.  The standoff anger was gone, and replaced with sleepy tears.  “Wayton Toe seepy.”
“I know you’re sleepy, buddy.  You wanna help daddy clean up?”
“No!” Waylon wails, burying his face into Cole’s chest.  “Me seep.  Me seep now.”
“Daddy. Is going to hold you then, and pick up your toys.  You just tell me where they go, okay?”
“Otay.  I seep wif mama and
and my daddy?”
“Yes, buddy,” Cole looks up to you, and with the most pitiful face.  You don’t bother to make a comment.  Just stand with his milk ready in your hand.  Watching the two of them bond, and also clean up the mess.  Waylon points over to a new set of drawers that Cole said that Waylon needed.  Even crawling out of Cole’s arms to help assist his dad.  Taking the time to put each toy back where it belonged.  Finally smiling when he reaches back up for Cole to hold him.  
Practically falling asleep in Cole’s arms as he carries him upstairs to the loft.  Waylon wipes at his sleepy eyes, and reaches for his sippy cup of warm milk from you, and crawls to the center of the bed, “Etta?”
“Loretta Lynn, your boy needs you,” Loretta audibly groans before trudging up the stairs, and laying on her bed in there.  “Better, baby?”
“Yesh, daddy.  Shh, Wayton Toe seepy,” kissing on his sweet little forehead, Cole watches every second that it takes for Waylon’s eyes to flutter shut before he looks up at you, pouting.
“He’s not always perfect, daddy.”
“But he went from angry to the most pitiful little thing in just a few minutes.  How do you resist not wanting to do everything for him?  I was able to because you were watching, and you even told me we were keeping him up too long.”
“Cole,” your voice was so soft and sweet as you brush back Cole’s fluffy hair.  “I’ve had a lot of practice with Waylon, you haven’t.  I know his sleep patterns, and you will learn them.  But that is nothing.  Wait until you don’t give him an orange cup when he wants blue one.  He’s a baby.  His brain isn’t equipped for big emotions, so they come out extreme.  We just have to teach him the more effective way to react.  You did fine though.  And he wanted you, instead of me.  I don’t know how I feel about that.  Kinda rude if you ask me.  I’m his mama.”
“Psh,” Cole blows out a bit of air, and kisses over Waylon’s forehead.  “Let me enjoy the moment of getting to hold this boy in my arms, before he’s thrashing around trying to spread himself out, and sweating to death.  Just let me enjoy whatever moments he gives me, okay?”
“Okay, daddy.”
“I really got to get used to you callin me that in a non sexual way, you realize that, don't you?” Of course you did.  You also enjoyed the cute little torture you were giving him, and his exasperated looks up at you, “It’s not funny, Bee.  I know what you’re doing.”
“Just give me a kiss, and take a nap.  We gotta show our son where his home is going to be built.  Daddy,” if it wasn’t for that sweet boy that was snuggled up to his daddy, Cole would have had you rolled over on your back, ready to make you see exactly who daddy was.  But instead he glares at you.
“You’re going to pay for that, sweetheart.”
“It’s what I was hoping for.”
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Waylon squeals, running through the field with Loretta.  Getting sight of the pond before he points at it.  “Gonna have to get a fence around that thing, Bee.  He’s also going to learn to swim as soon as possible.”
“But watch,” Loretta gives him a nudge to his stomach, and he runs in the opposite direction, “I do agree though.  So you’re thinking that the house should go up there?”
“Yep, that way the pond is far enough from the entrance, but is sitting in front of the house.  And when we come home, the view is the pond, with the house reflecting on the water, and then our home, and
Waylon!  Do not go in the woods!” Waylon stops in his tracks, turning to look at the two of you with a mischievous grin, “Waylon Cole, don’t you dare go into the woods unless me or mama are with you.”
“Etta!”
“Loretta is not good enough.  There’s snakes and bears!”
“Nakes?  Beers?  Nope,” his little body turns, and starts stomping further away from the woods.  “No nakes.  No beers.  No painters.  No no.  Papaw daddy say no painters.”
“What is he talking about?” Cole looks towards you, and you start cackling.  That little boy still walking around the property mumbling about snakes, bears, and ‘painters’.  “What the hell is a painter and why is he worried about them?”
“Have you seriously forgotten your raising?  Painters.  Panthers.”
“Oh, good grief.  Is he seriously telling our son about imaginary panthers that live in the woods of Georgia?” You shrug, going to stand behind him.  Wrapping your arms around his waist, and resting your chin on his shoulder as you watch that crazy boy running around with Loretta.  “There’s no such thing as panthers in Georgia.  And black ones at that.  Panthers that make such a terrible noise that it sounds like a woman being murdered.  I have pushed that so far out of my mind I forgot about that old wives tale.”
“It’s keeping him away from the woods though.  Look at them.  And just think, Daddy, one of these days we’re going to have our home, and even more kids running around,” with a hand up under Cole’s shirt, he bumps his butt out to hit you, “Hey!”
“Quit trying to make me horny when I can’t do anything about it.  Bee, I don’t know why, but I have always wanted this with you.  Like our kids running around a field as the sun starts to set.  And I want to wait as long as you want for another, but I am very jealous that I didn’t get to see your body change.  And feel my son wiggling around in your belly.  No pressure, but I’m just waiting on you, darling.  I do agree we need this house built, so
tomorrow can we find someone?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And I swear, if you don’t quit calling me that when it’s not sexy time
”
“Shh, enjoy the view a little bit longer.  Tomorrow Waylon will be slightly bigger.  He’s only going to be just like that today.”
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Your mom groans trying to zip your dress up before standing up exasperated, “Are you serious right now?” She asks looking in the mirror, while Rachel Turner tries to hide her beaming smile.  Cole had already told his mother, and clearly you hadn’t.  “Honey, your dress won’t zip.”
“Try harder.”
“It might be because you're pregnant, and far enough along to pop out,” looking down at your belly, you give the slight swell a little rub.  The house was just about finished and Cole became insatiable.  Every day and multiple times a day he needed you to feel him.  “Why did you not wait?”
“Uhh
it’s kinda awkward having that conversation with my mom and my baby daddy’s mom present.  So when a man loves a woman
”
“What are we going to do about your dress?  You have less than an hour before your daddy is walking you up to the barn,” you grimace, looking at her.  “What?”
“I have asked you repeatedly not to call dad that.”
“I don’t have time for this.  Your dress will not zip.  Your father is walking you to the barn, and to your new ‘daddy’ and
Rachel, stop laughing.  This isn’t funny.  The dress.”
“Tracy, calm down,” Rachel steps behind you, hand on your stomach, “Suck it in real good,” taking a deep breath, you do as she’s asked, and she holds the two sides closer together, “Alright, zip it up.”
Finally getting to the top, you let out a bit of air, and turn to the side, looking at yourself, “You can’t even tell.”
“I’m surprised they waited that long.  They literally live together, sleep in the same bed, and my son has been wanting a baby girl, and...”
“Can we change the subject to anything, but me and Cole trying to have a baby.  Yes, mother, it was planned.  We talked about it, we worked for it, and now I’m pregnant, and Waylon kinda knows, unless Cole went ahead and told him.  He was asking some questions when we were decorating the nursery.  Now,” you take a deep breath, looking at yourself in the mirror.  
It seemed like a lifetime ago that Cole and his crooked smile had bought honey from you out of the back of your truck.  An immediate flirtation ensued, followed by urges, feelings, and thoughts you just couldn’t control.  What started off as an exploration of your fantasies had turned into your best friend.  The two of you had taken a journey of so many ups and downs, but the one thing that did remain was the love you had for each other.  The need you had to stay together.  
You had missed him while you were learning to be a mother, and now you got to see him become Waylon’s favorite person.  No one ever thought the perpetual bachelor would become a father, and literally beg you for more children.  A man that nobody saw settling down, came home every night to sit on the floor with his son playing with Lincoln Logs, and LEGO bricks.  A man that left behind a life of leisure and settled down, back in the quiet town he fled.
Cole had grown just as much as you had.  Growing roots deep in your hometown, and still pack up your bags, and traveling the country, and eventual world as a family.  As long as Loretta could tag along.  He was your dream, and you were everything he never knew he wanted.
Your dad grabs your hand as you look towards the barn, and Cole and Waylon are standing beside each other.  The supers of bees are full as they buzz around in the background, and Waylon waves down at you sweetly.  It's late spring, and everything is just starting to wake up.  Willowing grass blowing in the wind, and you drag your father along to get up there sooner.
“Can I not just have a moment of you not being married?”
“Dad, you’ve had plenty of those moments, and now
I’m ready.  He’s all I’ve ever wanted.  He encourages me, supports me, and loves our son, and — he’s a good one.  Just like my dad.”
“You better stop that.  I’m giving you away to a former
I’m sorry, honey.  To a good friend, and a good man.  Even better father.  Just didn’t think the first time that I introduced you to Cole, and he kissed your head
”
“Dad, can we not bring that up?  I didn’t grow up with Cole.  I met him as an adult, and no matter what you say, I’m walking up to marry that man.  Get used to it, Papaw,” he gives you a bit of a nudge before stopping in front of Cole.  Giving a final nod, and a handshake to your future.
“Papaw, I’m daddy’s best man!” Waylon shouts from a lower perch.  “Shh, sit down, and don’t talk though!”
“Waylon,” Cole laughs, but doesn’t remove his eyes from you, “You gotta be quiet, buddy.”
“Okay, and don’t tell everyone about
” a hand presses up against Waylon’s mouth, and Cole shakes his head.  Cole had given Waylon the pregnancy talk while they were getting ready.  And how things were going to change in the new house.  You couldn’t keep that peach colored room a secret anymore.  Waylon was too curious.  “Okay, daddy, I won’t talk about the little secret honeybee.”
While everyone else laughs, you and Cole still cannot tear your eyes away from each other.  It didn’t even matter.  You were pregnant with baby number two, and she was going to be such a welcome part to your life.  
“Bee, I never thought I would find myself back here.  Never thought that I would have all that you gave me.  Never even wanted it.  And then there was this beautiful little thing, steadily writing in her notebook in the back of a truck with a crate full of raw honey, and I couldn’t stay away.  Thankfully, you couldn’t either.  We’re anything but traditional, some may say even backwards, but it’s been perfect.  We’ve also got the most adorable little boy to prove just how perfect our togetherness is, and
I can’t wait to fill our home up with little baby bees.  And I just
thank you.  Thank you for all that you have given me.  Given us.”
Waylon wraps an arm around his daddy’s leg, looking up at you as you deeply breathe in and out.  “Cole, I — oh my god, I’m supposed to be the one with words, and I can’t even think right now.  But this place
I don’t know if you remember, but this was the place that you and I talked at all night.  The place where you told me to get out of my head and to live life, and I’m still here, and I’m living my life with you.  That first summer I never thought I would meet someone.  Definitely not someone like you.  I wouldn't change it for the world.  You and our family have been the best part of my life.  And I know you’re going to give me so many more years of living that life with you.  Thank you.  Thank you for getting me out of my head, and constantly reminding me that we would go at my pace.  Because now, we have it.  We have it all.”
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Your little girl flops over into your lap, pulling your newest notebook down, and points at your chest, “Boobees!”
“Millie, it’s not bedtime,” you push aside her curls, booping her on her nose again.  But she reaches for the top of your dress, trying to pull it down.  “Millie, no.”
“Boobees.  No daddy,” she says looking around the property for any sign of Cole.  “No daddy.”
“It’s not just daddy that says that it’s time for you to stop nursing,” Amelia gives you a mischievous smile, starting to pull down your dress again.  “Amelia Ann Turner.”
“Boobees, peas?”
You look out towards the field, and still there was no Cole or Waylon making their way back, and then back down to your sweet girl.  Waylon was so easy to wean, she was a pain, and Cole didn’t help with his teasing.  “Peas, mama?  No daddy.”
“Fine.  But this is the last time,” she gives a little smile before laying against your chest chest to nurse, her hand immediately going to your mouth, where you kiss on the chubby little fingers.  Leaning your head back on the tree that was giving you and her shade.  
Life had a strange way of working out.  You are able to continue to write, continue to be a wife and mother, and continue to travel around with your family.  Even if miss Millie was needy, and couldn’t get enough of you.  Letting your eyes start to flutter close, while you are just here in the moment.  Enjoying the life that you have made with Cole, Waylon, and Millie.  
“Millie!  Daddy sees you!” Millie pulls off you, giggling, and looking towards her dad and brother walking up from the pond.  Fishing poles in their hands before Waylon hands his over to Cole, and starts running to their playset screaming for his sister.  “Uh-uh, Amelia, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“My boobees!”
“No, they are not.  It is time for you to stop,” she shakes her head no, snuggling more into you.  “Have you even told her why she has to stop?”
“Not daddy’s boobees, mine.  All mine,” trying to pull your dress down, you pull it right back up.  “Ugh!  Mine.  Mama peas!”
“Bee, I swear, our kids have that bratty side to them, just like their mom.  Those are not yours.  They are for your baby
”
“Mine!  No!” Amelia screams, pouting up at her dad.  She had noticed that little bump many times.
“Nope, your mom’s got a baby in there,” Millie shakes her head no, pressing her head against you, and you start to giggle.  “Yep, you’ve got a brother in mama’s belly.”
“Wayton in der?”
“No, baby,” you coo as she looks up at you.  “You’ve got a baby brother in there, and
”
“My boobees?”
“No, they’re going to be the baby’s.  He’s going to need them, so you’ve got to stop.”
“He stay der, den.  No baby.  Millie da baby,” she gives you a poke to your belly, and recoils away from you feeling the more prominent bump.  “Millie pay wif Wayton.  Boobees yater!” Her little chubby legs shuffle towards Waylon and Loretta, and the fluffy dog runs towards her to guide her over to the little playground when Cole sits down beside you.
Moving around until he lays in your lap.  His hand caresses over the newest member of the Turner family, before his hands move higher to your chest, “The kids watching?”
“No, Daddy,” pulling your top down, he pushes his mouth against your tit, flicking his tongue over your nipple.
“You said you were going to stop,” he reminds you of Millie’s nursing before closing his mouth completely over your tit.
“I said, I would stop when she was ready.  She’s not.  Your mom says I’ll feel it in my knees.  I feel nothing.  Plus, our newest unnamed bee doesn’t seem to mind his sissy laying on me.  He likes the warmth, he always gets so calm.  What are you doing?” His thumb and forefinger steadily rolls your neglected nipple, while he continues to suck.
“You know why I like this angle on the property?” He continues to tease your other nipple, looking over at it to give a few flicks with his tongue before kissing over the swollen bud, and covering you back up.  “They really can’t see anything from this angle.  I could suck on you, and they wouldn’t know.”
“You better stop,” you coo down at him petting his face, “You ever miss your old bachelor life?”
“And miss all this?  No, I got a beautiful and sexy wife that lets me use her body, shes giving us this amazing life with beautiful kids, I got those tits to play with whenever I want,” his hand spreads out over the property, and right on cue you hear both the kids giggling, and laughing.  “Millie is a sassy pants, Waylon is our mister adventure, and who knows how John Scott will be,” you shake your head no, “Okay, you don’t like that name, what about Hank?”
“No!  Our son literally wanted an Aussie dog to name Hank.  Absolutely not.  We don’t have to choose his name now.  It’s just something to think about.  He’ll be here before we know it.  And Miss Millie is going to share the boobees.”
“I’m not sharing with two kids.  No, she’s going to have to stop with the boobees.  You said that once she could ask for it, she was cut off.  She asks for boobees everyday.  She’ll be potty trained, and still be asking for boobees.”
“She’s just a baby, Cole.  Her can’t help it that her loves her mama, and prefers her mama over you.”
“No, she prefers the boobees.  Do not get confused.  Bee,” his hand snakes behind your neck, pulling you down to give you the most tender and soft kiss.  “What’s this book about?”
“I’ll let you know when it’s finished.  Take a nap, daddy.  I just want to watch our babies for a minute.  Enjoy our simple parts of life, until the work week starts again.  We get to give them a charmed life.  Let them run around barefoot, just so their feet can get stained with Georgia clay.”
“Bee?” You look back down at Cole, smiling at your handsome and beautiful man, “Am I still stained on your heart like Georgia clay?”
“Yes, daddy.  Forever.”
THE END
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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 2 years ago
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Alright I have joined the Cole Turner gang! Didn't think I would be able to write something either, since I've been sick for almost two weeks.
Please enjoy!
And I would like to thank @hollybee8917 for betaing this part!
I'm also thinking of making this a mini series. Let me know!
Warning: If you haven't seen the movie yet, please do not read. This containes spoilers!
Pain and blood.
The pain that is shooting through your body. Feeling the hot searing bullet through your arm and your shoulder. You moan in pain as you try to get up, from the ground. The moment you got up. you felt lightheaded. The taste and scent of copper filled your nose and mouth. With your free hand, you touched your lip to see blood dripping from your mouth. 
Before you could get up, you looked ahead of you and saw a man charging toward you. You scrambled to get the gun next to you but weren’t fast enough. That was when you saw another man behind your arch-nemesis. With a big swing from a metal pole, you heard his skull crack, and he fell to the ground. 
Nerd
You had to blink several times to see the man running towards you. He bent down and went to see your wounds. 
“Y/N, you’re bleeding. Lets-”
“Cole, no! Just get the file and get the hell-”
“No, I need to see where you are bleeding so you don’t-”
“Cole, there isn’t any time! Just get the file and leave me here! I’ve-”
“No, I’m not leaving without you. I got myself in this mess, and we finish it together!” Cole yelled. You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by his collar. 
“Cole, just leave me! Mission over lov-”
“No, you come with me whether you like it or not, Y/N!” Cole yelled as he reached behind him and grabbed the parachute. Despite all the fighting against him, he wrapped his arms around you, placing the buckle around both of you, before Wagner woke up from his chair. 
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katsumatsu4 · 11 months ago
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Speedrunning
It's a secret santa gift for @fandomsareforlife. Happy holidays!
A couple missing scenes, drabbles and possible interactions between Griffin Turner and other Elemental Masters. This is a little all over the place, but I hope you'll enjoy it :)
Also on Ao3
Being around other people for a long amount of time could get really annoying when all the conversations seemed to drag on for far longer than Griffin logically knew they had. Talking with his Ma was an exception, at least growing up; nowdays, even she began to slow down.
But there was something worse than getting a little annoyed, and that was being bored of course. So when one fateful day Griffin received an invitation to competition for elemental masters, for people just like him, he didn't need to think twice. Or even once, for the matter. More like half, the other half too thrilled for upcoming event to think properly.
With a ticket to Ninjago City in hand, the master of speed suddenly felt like his life was going to change forever. He shrived excitingly.
The room was pretty spacious, bigger than any he ever had. And it was amazing! He could zoom around without bumping into furniture, watch anything he wanted on the big flat-screen on the wall, bathe in the ridiculously oversized bathtub or eat all the snacks prepared on the table.
It even got posters of his favourite band on the wall!
Okay. That was a tad concerning.
He was chilling on the bed when suddenly an intercom on the wall sprung to life with Chen's voice.
<Ding ding dong>
<Fellow fighters, hidden around my island are enough Jade Blades for every participant except for one. The one who returns to the Palace Arena empty-handed loses. The tournament begins... now!>
A little confused, Griffin looked at the device. Right now? Just like that? Maybe if he was lucky there is already one in this room... Nah, that would be too convenient.
Not wasting more time, he jumped straight into the corridor leading to staircases. Right in the middle of a brawl between three other masters. Urgh.
He threw his punches blindly until he heard satisfying growl of pain. Stepping back, he finally took in his opponents. Gravity, mind, light, sound; not the most offensive powers but it didn't matter if he couldn't locate a blade in time. He threw his eyes around, cursing his poor eyesight. These four had to be fighting for something!
There! Someone in dark clothes was walking down the stairs, barely shuffling forward, where just a floor below- A jade blade in the vase!
Grinning, he threw his opponent away and rushed downstairs before - What was his name again? Eh, nevermind. - earth guy made a grab for it.
"Ha! Too slow, rocky boy!" Griffin giggled, easily outrunning him. The ninja looked so pissed of! Serves him right for not taking the competition seriously!
He raced toward the main lobby and put his jade blade in assigned place on the central statue. Looking around, Griffin noticed with satisfaction that he seemed to be the first. Hell yeah, baby!
With time other masters filled the room. Orange one, gravity, Jacob, shadow, purple one, lightning, Garmadon brat, Ash, Tox, shadow, mind, nature...
One blade appeared out of thin air, startling him. So Mr. Pale passed as well. No surprise here.
He couldn't help but whistle when earth master staggered inside, clutching his stomach with one hand but with a blade raised in the other. Honestly, he didn't know what that said about the other contestants that that guy wasn't last.
Just one remaining.
And then, when he thought he was going to die from boredom already, the doors opened and metal master proudly strode in. Finally! He joined in the cheers that quickly turned to confusion when one of big guy's gauntlets suddenly fell on the floor, the last jade blade falling with it. Unseen until this point, fire ninja jump out from behind Karloff's back, grabbed the blade and run towards the statue with a self-satisfied smirk. And a screwdriver.
Well, he'll be damned! Griffin didn't expect dirty tricks this early in the game, but he could respect the drive. At least until it wasn't directed at him.
Karloff, who retrieved his weapon already, slumped and whined something about fairness.
Fairness? Come on! They were there to show of, not to philosophize. Really, some people...
Griffin yelped when the floor opened under Karloff, who ended up falling in with a scream. What was that?
"As you can see, lose and you are out. Break any rule, you are out. Never bite the hand that feeds you Master Chen delicious noodle!" Chen announced. "Now rest up. Tomorrow the tournament will recommence."
On the way to his room Griffin had time to recollect himself. Looking with a clear mind, leaving the competition via trapdoor shouldn't have been as shocking. Everything Chen did so far was flashy and almost theatrical; it's only logical that he had something special prepared for the loser.
What happened to him after though?
He shrugged it off. Most likely it was nothing to worry about; probably the worst that awaited Karloff was being a little battered from the fall, getting laughed at by the stuff and being thrown of the island in a shitty boat. Chen was a pretty influential man, but even he couldn't get away with disappearing over a dozen people.
Besides, he thought as he settled under the bedsheets, today was the most fun he had in a while!
-
Well that kind of sucked.
Griffin turned on his bed. If you could even call that stiff board with a shoddy blanket thrown on a bed. He sighed, thinking back to the nice, warm, soft pillows in his room.
Stupid bed, stupid Chen, stupid competition and, most of all, stupid ninja! If they didn't want to fight against each other, why did they enter Crush Everybody Else And Win Tournament! It's not like they were forced to be here!
And now they were all paying for their stupidity and bleeding hearts. Sure, it was Chen who changed the matches at the last moment, but they should have expected something like this would happen sooner or later. Were they this stupid?
(He needed to stay angry. Staying angry was easier than thinking back about how desperate earth and lightning ninja looked during the battle. How much Chen controlled everything like it was his own private playground. How devastated the winner was, as if losing meant something more than dropping out of a competition. It was easier than remembering their screams of anguish.)
He turned over. Stupid ninja.
-
"I can't believe you actually fell for their bullshit. You don't look all that smart, but that's just another low."
Griffin felt his hand itching to punch Shade in the face. He took a calming breath.
"You heard what the ninja were talking, it all kind of makes sense. Chen clearly has it out for them; maybe they are telling the truth and they did discover something he doesn't want anyone to know!"
Shade rolled his eyes.
"Sure, and they conveniently didn't tell us that until one of them was in a major trouble during the competition."
The worst part was, Griffin did agree a little. The timing was suspicious; it was clear ninja would have held their distance even longer if the deck wasn't so stacked against them. But even then...
("We don't have to keep fighting each other," Green ninja said with an unprecedented confidence. "We can all win.")
The brat really has a way of making me want to proof him right.
"Why can't you just believe that there is something stinky going on here? It reeks!"
"'Kind of makes sense', 'maybe', 'just believe it', do you even hear yourself? Their story has more holes than a plate full of cheese!" Shade looked almost angry at this point. "If anything reeks here, it's them; from the beginning they acted like they were better than us and now suddenly they want to team up? For me it just looks like they realized Chen wasn't going to let them play their way so now they are trying to make the rest of us give up."
"Neuro confirmed that they were telling the truth about the spell. Doesn't that mean anything?"
"Ah yeah, the spell. The one that he learned about from Clause's mind but, again very conveniently, doesn't know what it's for." Shade crossed his arms. "If you are fine with being strung along and getting tied up in someone's scheme, be my guest. But keep me out of it." He turned around and gave Griffin a nasty side-eye on his way off. "I came here to win. I'm not going to give that up just because the rest of you lack any common sense."
Griffin stood there even after the other disappeared behind closed doors, fists clenched in anger. He wasn't a fool for believing ninja, Shade just... couldn't see a full picture. That's all.
With a sigh he finally relaxed his grip and let his hands fall to the sides. He probably should get going, the next meeting would be in a few minutes.
When will all this shitshow be over?
-
For the record, Griffin hated asking people for favours. Which was exactly why he was still standing outside the shop for longer than it took him to get there in the first place.
It was stupid idea anyway. Nobody spotted him yet, there was still time to turn back and leave. Yeah, he could just...
He groaned and hid his face in his hands. What was he doing? He was an adult, that's some middle school level thinking. Just ring a damn bell!
Griffin sighed and finally pressed the button. Then waited. Then pressed again and again, until he heard an annoyed voice from inside the building.
"Coming, coming, jeez! Don't you see the sign, we're closed- Oh, it's you." It seemed Cole was the one send to open the door. "Uh, hi?"
"Hey man, it's been a while! I would have called buuut, turns out we didn't actually swapped numbers after the Chen thing? And I heard you had quite an uproar recently."
Cole made a face.
"Don't even remind me. Lloyd's still has trouble sleeping..." He shook his head. "Anyway, come in I guess? Want something? Coffee, tea? Something to eat?"
"Thanks but I won't be long. Is Jay around? I actually came to talk with him."
"With Jay? Yeah, he's upstairs. Sit here, I'll come get him."
Griffin plopped down on the sofa Cole pointed and waited, eyes wandering over inside decorations. Not bad, but why did they had to have so many snakes?
He looked up upon hearing a patter of footsteps on wooden floor and was met with annoyed look on the lighting ninja face. He was probably pulled away from something.
"What do you want?" he started unceremoniously.
Griffin rolled his eyes and patted empty space next to him.
"Don't look at me like that, it's going to be quick, I promise."
Jay took a seat. "So?"
"Okay, here's a thing. Remember those anacondrai warriors? How they totally beat all of us, powers or not?"
"Well, they were hard to forget." Jay shivered. "But what does it have to do with anything?"
Griffin played with his thumbs for a few moments, silence slowly growing awkward.
"It's embarrassing," he finally said. "I know i could do better. They weren't as fast as me, just really really fast. I've never fought someone like that so I just... kind of froze when one managed to grab me. Like, no one ever did before! I didn't know what to do! So... yeah." He stepped from side to side. "I have an idea how to work on that. Will you help me?"
Jay winced, no doubt also remembering how close that fight was.
"I get it man, I do. But what do you want from me? You don't even like me! Why would ask me for help?"
"I think you're pretty annoying and obnoxious, that's not the same!" The ninja puffed up like an angry bird. Kind of cute. "Besides, you guys and your spinning stuff is like, the closest thing to my speed I can find that won't kill me! Probably." He pointed finger guns at Jay, who looked more red by a second. "Aaaand, you can throw lighting at me! So I can learn to dodge at high speed." Damn, he looks mad. Urgh, he didn't plan to vex him, that's no good. "And you can train with somebody who doesn't need to run in circles to keep up with your kicks, it's a win-win!"
"Ex-cuse me? Like I would need training to deal with someone like you! But fine, I guess I can make some space in my extremely busy schedule." Jay pulled out a notebook from one of his many pockets and skimmed through it. For what Griffin could see from here, all pages were completely blank. "Thursdays after 15 sounds good?"
"Sure does! Thanks dude!" He pumped his fist up in the air. "See you then!"
And before Jay could say another thing, he sped out, giggling slightly. Mission accomplished!
-
“And that’s why I don’t use coriander anymore.”
Griffin almost spitted out the drink. He snapped his head around, looking for the source of the scandalous declaration. Finally, his eyes landed on Zane, in the middle of some casual talk with Neuro, Tox and Pale.
He chugged the rest of his soda and run towards them.
"Hey hey, what's going on here? I was summoned by the heresy of the highest order."
They all looked at him confused. Griffin let out a big sigh. Humanity truly was doomed.
"What do you mean you don't use coriander? That's like, the coolest spice!"
Zane eyed him incredulously.
"It does have interesting taste, I'll give you that, but you can't be serious. It goes well with almost nothing, not to mention that the aroma is so intense it can ruin entire meal!"
"You can't be serious!" Griffin started gesticulating. "It goes well with so many things, like soups or cooked vegetables or cheese-"
The argument went on, Zane shooting down most of his arguments, but Griffin found out he hardly minded. It quickly became clear the other was almost as passionate about cooking as he was. It was fun!
"I can't imagine not adding a couple of leaves to dinner."
“If you can’t even phantom enjoying a nice meal with a balanced taste palette then I really don’t see how that’s my problem.”
"Listen, I don't care how much you don't like coriander, there is no good curry without-"
"Guys? Guys! Can you slow down a little?!"
He blinked a few times before the comically slow sentence made sense in his head.
"What are you talking about?"
"That's my line!" Tox gestured between Griffin and Zane. " You were blabbering so fast my ears started bleeding." What?"I think even Jay wouldn't keep up!"
Zane let out a short chuckle.
"Ah, we must have gotten ahead of ourselves. I'm sorry, I didn't want to make your all feel excluded from the conservation."
Ah. So that's what happened, no wonder talking seemed more fluid than normal. Oooops.
"Yeah, sorry guys. But," He turned to Zane. "we have to hang out more. That was the funniest talk I had in ages! Even if your taste in spices is goddamn awful."
White ninja smiled at him
"Sure, I also enjoyed this. But if you are trying to tell me my spices are atrocious when yours-"
Griffin felt the grin forming as all people around them groaned.
-
"Bullshit."
"I'm just saying; your powers are kinda redundant. I could get anywhere at least as fast as you."
Griffin stuffed the desire to just go and punch Shade through the wall, if only to wipe off his shit-eating smirk.
"That's not the same, you can't even interact with stuff on the way!"
Shade let out exaggerated regretful sigh.
"Ah, you're right. I just can appear practically anywhere I want to without anything stopping me on the way." He looked up at Griffin. "I guess running pretty fast is so much cooler."
Aurgh, you little-
"Race me then jackass."
Shade raised his brow.
"Excuse me?"
"You, me, right here and now. Let's see how 'redundant' my powers are after I kick your butt!" He leaned over the other man. "Or are you all bark and no bite?"
Shade's eyes sparked.
"Bring it on."
Of course it couldn't be exactly right here and now, but nevertheless it didn't take long to organize the race track and some cheerleaders- I mean, spectators and objective judges.
With a few minor setbacks.
("Hey, will you be our referee?"
Jacob turned to him with an expression of pure disbelief. Shade facepalmed.)
But otherwise everything was ready.
Griffin was stretching on the start line, eyeing Shade by his right. Noticing the staring, master of shadows send him another shitty grin.
"Good luck, speedy."
"Eat my dust."
"Guys, everything's ready!" Ash shouted from the side. "Remember, the first one on the finish line wins! No tech, only powers allowed!
Ready!
Set!
Go!"
The last sound didn't even end and Griffin was already rushing forward. Of course he would win, but no point in giving Shade extra time at the start!
Speaking of the man... He glanced around before spotting him.
Griffin gritted his teeth. His opponent was off to the great start too, but unlike him, he didn't need to worry about uneven terrain and sidelining obstacles on the way. So while Griffin had to more or less follow the beaten path, the other could pretty much ignore twists and turns of the road and just jump from shadow to shadow.
He gritted his teeth and picked up the speed. He's not going to lose at his own special thing!
Left, right, jump, jump, right, higher, faster, go go go!
Shifting between rocks and trees, they finally arrived at the last part: the finish line was on the other side of a lake surrounded by rocky hills. Griffin tried to spot the other man again.
Shade waved at him from the top of the mountain.
That little-
Wait, the lake! Maybe instead of running around it, he could run through it!
With that in mind, he braced himself and took a sudden turn. With a side-eye he barely managed to catch Shade's surprised face but it boosted him enough that even when cold water uncomfortably surrounded his ankles, he sped forward, cackling on the wind.
He began to regret it about ten seconds later; his sneakers were not waterproof. His heart skipped a bit when he almost tripped on a floating branch. But even after he managed to compose himself, before water remembered people were not supposed to be running on it, he could already feel his strength sapping away. There was a reason why he usually didn't try that trick.
The finish line was so close! Just a few more seconds!
He slipped.
Griffin took a sharp breath when his foot broke the surface, landing on a muddy bottom and staggered a few more steps before picking up the speed again. Water was slowing him down but he still rushed forward.
With the last burst of power he hurried on the shore and arrived at the finish line a few feet away. Distantly, Griffin registered muted cheers coming from the sides.
Panting and wheezing, he looked back. Shade just crossed the line, significantly more red than gray this time. Despite the air barely making its way to his lungs, Griffin couldn't help but laugh at the face he was making.
"Who's redundant now?"
Shade puffed further and shuffled closer.
Then pushed him in the water.
Griffin, very pointedly, did not screech and did not scramble around and shudder like a wet cat. Did not.
Hunched over, he heard a strange sound, something between choking and gargling. But when he looked up, his eyes widened. Shade was laughing. He... hadn't heard him laugh before. Griffin was so dumbfounded that for a moment he didn't notice the outstretched hand before him. He grabbed it and let Shade help him up. Still choking a little, master of shadows finally answered.
"Yeah, you were right, whatever. I'm not going to apologize for pushing you in, you looked like you needed a cooldown." He shook his head. "But I take back what I said earlier. You beat my butt alright."
"Well, that was one hell of a show! And both of you look like shit now."
Griffin turned around as Skylor and a few others made their way closer. She smiled at them.
"I bet you burned a lot of energy. If you're hungry we can get something to eat."
He suddenly realized that yeah, he was starving.
"I vote pizza!" Jacob shouted.
"Karloff says barbecue."
"Sushi!" screamed Ash.
"Well, does anyone have cash on them? I think you forgot where we can eat for free-"
"Sky-gal, I love you, but we can't just eat noodles every-freaking-time we meet," Tox argued. "We need some diversity!"
Shade raised his hand.
"Two for pizza!"
Griffin laughed and joined him.
"Make it three!"
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theycallmebecca · 1 year ago
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Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught
Here is the promised follow up to my drabble Smooth Hips Turner. I did a poll a couple weeks ago to determine what the plot should be and almost half of the votes were for her brother to find out about them dating.
I'm not a drama writer... I'm a romantic comedy writer... so I had some fun.
I'm also checking off a couple squares on my @the-slumberparty bingo card: Sports AU and Night Club.
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Title: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught
Pairing: hockey player!Cole Turner x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 
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IS SMOOTH HIPS TURNER IS OFF THE MARKET?? The superstar goalie was seen canoodling at a local club with an unknown female while out with friends over the weekend. Our body language expert looked at the photos and said the relationship looks serious and predicts that there will be wedding bells in the off season for the pro.
"Fuck," Cole cursed as he looked at the social media post.
"All my social media accounts were already private," you reminded him. "And I changed all my profile pictures to the beach as soon as I saw that post."
"Someone will recognize you though and sell your name and any dirt they have on you to the tabloids," he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Fuck. Your brother."
"Excuse me?" you asked with a laugh.
"Not literally fuck your brother," Cole replied with a grin. "But fuck, I wanted to tell your brother myself. But if he sees those photos, he's going to know."
Before you could respond, Cole's phone dinged and he glanced down at it, his eyes going wide as he looked at the message. Swallowing, he turned it towards you so you could see the message that had come in from your brother.
YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER????
CALL ME THE FUCK RIGHT NOW!
"I'll call him," you offered. "And I'll tell him to mind his own fucking business."
"No," Cole said, shaking his head. "I have to do this. I should have done it before now."
"You aren't having this conversation without me," you told him. "I get that he is your best friend, but he's my brother. And I get that he's my brother, but you're my boyfriend. You are not excluding me from this!"
"Alright, alright," Cole said, holding up his hands. "I'll call him now."
He sat down next to you on the couch and chose to video call your brother.
You weren't sure what to expect when your brother answered, but based on his text to Cole you weren't expecting the shit eating grin you got.
"Turner. Sis." He greeted you both. Then, to Cole, said, "So you finally grew a pair and asked her out, huh?"
It took a second for you and Cole to figure out what he meant by that but you started laughing while Cole just stared back at him in shock.
"Oh don't pretend to be shocked I knew," your brother told him. "You were fucking obvious, man. It was a relief when she went away to school because you weren't distracted all the time if she was home."
"You knew the whole time?" Cole asked, dumbfounded. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Uh, because it was my sister," your brother replied. "I wasn't going to encourage that when you didn't stand a chance with her. And after, well you lived in two different places and lived very different lives."
"So you aren't mad?" you asked him.
"That you guys are dating? Absolutely not," he replied. "I am annoyed that I found out from the fucking internet though!"
"It's not how we wanted you to find out," Cole said. "I was going to talk to you next week when my team was in town."
"You were?" you said, looking at Cole.
"I was," he replied, looking back at you.
Smiling, you leaned in and kissed him.
"OH YUCK! GROSS!" your brother complained. "Just because I'm ok with it doesn't mean I want to see it!"
"Say bye to your brother," Cole told you, pulling his lips away from yours.
"Bye, butt head," you called.
Your brother was still protesting when Cole ended the call and dropped the phone onto the floor.
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holylulusworld · 9 months ago
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Puppy gets it all
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Summary: Cole is sweet but clingy.
Pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of/implied smut, fluff, blooming relationship, cocky/self-confident reader, Cole’s family being annoying as fuck, sex in a barn, smut, unprotected sex, almost getting caught
Catch up here: Her puppy
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“You know, the power you felt was the power of a grown farmer making love to you,” Cole smirks at you. He lies on his side, tickling your arm with his fingertips. “Your legs are still shaking, huh?”
“Boy, I’m thirsty,” you pat his chest. “Not only for water, puppy. How about we go for round two in the showers?”
“I’d love that,” Coles moves closer again to move his hand under the blanket and cup your mound. “I knew you’d be addicted to me in no time.”
“So, what are your plans for the weekend?” You grab his hand to guide his movement. “Do you want to spend the weekend at my place? I got the next week off. A lot of time for a grown farmer to make love to me on every surface at my place.”  
“The weekend,” he licks his lips. Cole would love nothing more than to spend every minute with you. “It’s my dad’s birthday on Saturday and I need to get a gift and all
” He sighs deeply. “I could come around on Sunday, though.”
“Hmmm
” you nod thoughtfully. “How about you take me with you, we attend your dad’s birthday party and sneak out to fuck in the barn. I still have a week to get a nice little outfit that makes you go crazy and a gift for your dad. What does he like?”
His eyes widen, not only at the naughty idea of having sex in the barn. “You want to come with me? Really? I mean. Isn’t it too soon? I didn’t pressure you, right?”
“Baby, I want to get to know your family because I like their son very much,” you smirk and move your free hand to his growing erection. “Or do you want me to be your dirty little secret?”
“What? No
” Cole panics. “You
I love you and I want you to get to know my family, but they are a handful.”
“It’s settled then. I will come with you, and you can stay at my place next week. So,” you move closer to brush your lips over Cole’s. “What does your daddy like, huh? Is he a dirty boy like you wanting to pound pussy all the time or
”
“Books
and plants and
” Cole whines as you start stroking his cock. “We can decide on a gift later
much later
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“Relax, baby,” you tut as Cole tugs at the tie you chose for him. “You look good, very good.” You kiss him softly to help him relax. “We will knock, have some cake, and do not forget the barn.”
“How could I?” He drops his eyes to your chest. “Damn, all the things this farmer boy could do to you right now.”
“Tell me, farmer boy,” you play along, and batt your eyelashes. “I’m a girl from town and don’t know how to handle a big guy like you.” You wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him greedily. “We can still run into the barn and do it like rabbits.”
“We will,” he murmurs against your lips. “Please don’t make me hard in front of my family. They won’t stop teasing me if you do.”
“I guess it’s too late for that,” you let go of Cole to pat his crotch. “Let’s sit in the car for a moment. It’s still early and I’m a little hungry for something else than birthday cake
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“Holy fuck,” Cole curses loudly. You made quick work and eagerly unzipped his pants to suck him off. Now you wipe your mouth and fix your makeup while he tries to come down. “Shit, baby
I
wow!”
“I hope you know that was only foreplay,” you wink at him. “I want this grand-prime dick to pound me into the next week at the barn.”
“Promised—” he loosens the tie again and breathes hard, but at least the problem in his pants was solved. “I love how you make me feel.”
“I love how you make me feel too,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear. “And I don’t mean how you fuck me, Cole.” You squeeze his thigh and smirk. “Let’s go or they will find your fingers inside my cunt if you keep on looking at me like that
”
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“The girlfriend? He brought her with him?” You’d like to roll your eyes at his aunt’s outburst. She acts as if Cole is some freak hiding you in his basement. “I thought they broke up after a week!”
“No. I told you they are taking things slow,” Cole’s father tuts. He tries to stop his family from asking too many questions. “Now shush. He brought her here. This means something.”
“We can still run,” Cole whispers in your ear. He holds your hand in a tight grip and forces a smile on his face as everyone seems to look your way. 
“Nah, I’m having a blast,” you let go of his hand to wrap your arm around his waistline. “Relax. If not, I know how to make you loosen up.” Your hand slips toward his ass, grabbing a handful of one cheek. “I’m here with you, baby. Just don’t leave me side.”
“Okay,” he whispers and pecks your temple. “Thank you for coming with me. I wouldn’t have survived another family party without you.”
“That’s what a girlfriend is good for,” you grope him again. “And for sucking your dick when you are hard.”
He sucks in a breath watching his mother, sister, aunt, and father hurriedly make their way toward you and your boyfriend. Cole makes an odd noise as you grope him again.
“Relax, big boy,” you purr. “If you are good and let me handle this, I’ll ride you so hard you’ll pass out on me
”
“Oh my, if only we knew you’d bring your lovely girlfriend,” Cole’s mother coos. She holds out her hand and tells you her name.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Turner. I didn’t know if I’d have the time,” you lie without missing a beat. “I made sure to clear my schedule for today to come here with Cole.”
“That’s too kind of you,” his mom coos, but she eyes you up and down. “Right, darling.”
“Hi,” Mr. Turner gives you an apologetic look. He holds out his hand and leans closer. “Please excuse my wife and her sister. They won’t stop until they know your blood type.”
“O-negative,” you grin at Mr. Turner, making him chuckle. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Son, I like her already,” Cole’s father smirks at his son. “She’s a keeper.” And, you know, it was a low blow. “Make her happy.”
"Oh, don’t you worry about a thing,” your features darken, and you straighten your back. Ready to attack anyone making your boyfriend feel uncomfortable. “Cole knows exactly what to do to make me happy, Mr. Turner. I’m his girlfriend for a reason.”
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After assuring his mother, sister, aunt, and anyone related to your boyfriend, that you are indeed here to stay, you are a little tired. Only the thought of getting naughty in the barn with Cole keeps you going. 
“Sweetness,” one of Cole’s cousins slurs. He had one too many beers and now, he tries to hit on you or embarrass himself. “How did Cole get so lucky to find a girl like you?”
“Woman,” you correct and sidestep him to grab a snack for Cole and you. “And you shouldn’t you ask me how I got so lucky to find a man like Cole?”
“Lady, it was meant as a compliment. You’re a ten, and Cole is a
you know,” he gives you a toothy grin. 
 “Cole is smart, sweet, caring, incredibly handsome, and,” you lean closer to whisper the last part, “I don’t want to be indiscreet, but you opened that door already. He has a dick out of this world.”
He chokes on his beer and spills it all over his shirt. “What?” He coughs.
“Really. They should mold it and sell dildos,” you grin and pull away. “Every woman should be as happy and satisfied as I am. I bet yours could use a good dildo too.”
You turn on your heels, a devilish smirk on your lips as you walk toward your boyfriend. You grab his tie and drag him with you. “I’m hungry and, only you can still this hunger.”
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Luckily the barn is a little farther from the main house.; because the noises you and Cole make are not for the faint of heart.
You ended up in his arms and pressed up against the wall of the barn.
He’s like a man possessed, and you are the needy bitch in heat taking every deep thrust.
“Fuck, baby
I,” Cole groans. He buries his face in your neck to muffle the noises falling from his lips. “You look so fucking good like this.”
“Yeah?” You grab his shoulders as he starts to move you up and down his cock. “I think you look good while fucking me too.”
“Shit, the way you handled my family and neighbors made me rock-hard,” he pants heavily, hips never stop moving while you claw at his body. “Fuck, fuck. I’m going to cream this pussy and make it mine forever.”
“Fuck,” you gush all over his cock. “I thought we were going steady, Mr. Turner.” You kiss him greedily the moment Cole cums inside of you.
Outside of the barn Cole’s cousin and his wife stare at each other. They followed you and your boyfriend to spy on you.
His cousin didn’t get over what you said to him, and he tried to prove that Cole paid you for your company.
“They
they did it in the barn! Someone could’ve seen,” Cole’s cousin complains. His wife nods, but she presses her legs together, wishing it was her getting railed inside the barn, not you

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“Home sweet home,” you giggle as you drop your bags on the ground. “Your family was
interesting.”
“I hope they didn’t bug you too much,” Cole decided to drive you home after the weekend. He sighs and stretches his sore body. “I should head back. We see us tomorrow.”
He yelps when you grab him by his arms. “You didn’t think I’d let you go, right?” You smirk as he looks like a lost puppy again. Cole scrunches his face in confusion. “Baby, we have been a pair for almost a year. Why don’t you move in with me?”
“What? I-“ He beams at you. “You want me to move in with you?”
“Why not?” You run your hands up and down his arms. “I love you,” you peck his lips. “You love me. We click and the sex is phenomenal.”
“I knew the power of the land would ruin you, Y/N
”
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bigtreefest · 8 months ago
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Chapter 5: From the Ground Up
From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series
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Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader
Summary: It’s time for Bucky to take charge in your absence.
Word count: 4,065
Content/warnings: Interrogation, restraints (not in the sexy way), allusions to violence, swears, name calling, pet name usage, female reader, kissing, horseback riding?
Author’s Note: I REALLY loved writing this chapter. This is where we start to see the other storylines of the Outta Nowhere AU emerge, so keep an eye out as those get released.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Bucky was mad-no, he was seething as he paced back and forth in your home office. It was in the wee hours of the morning when his private jet had landed on the local airstrip. Within that same hour, Sam had personally escorted in the little nerd responsible for a good third of the turmoil going on in Bucky’s head: Jake.
Sam had taken the liberty of pre-binding his hands and duct taping his mouth shut. Bucky was going to enjoy ripping the goatee straight off his mousy little face.
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Five hours ago
As soon as Steve had gotten off the phone with Bucky, he called the construction crew. They kept them on call for things like this, but the two of them never thought the stakes would be this high. It wasn’t often that someone important and non-expendable was put in this type of danger, let alone someone Bucky cared about. As he was finishing up the call and directing them towards your house, Sam reached out to him with a sticky note.
On it was a name and the address to an apartment in the city, along with Sam’s scrawled ‘pick her up on your way over.’ Steve nodded as he hung up his call and placed another, grabbing the duffel bag he kept packed by the door and heading out.
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Three Hours Later
Bucky hadn’t left your side since the rocks collapsed. Luckily, the two of you had been able to find a small gap in the rocks where you both sat. It wasn’t large enough to keep air circulating, but it was big enough to at least allow the two of you to talk with each other. You and Bucky had shared so much, from him sharing his first business operation with Steve, to you detailing crazy college stories of when you, your roommate, and Curtis would hang out.
Bucky laughed along. There was a whole side of you he never knew. He had studied intently what showed up on paper, and he knew the hardships you’d faced from your deep conversation last week, but this? This was a whole new, more playful side. He was surprised to see your spirits so high despite the situation.
“I do not believe that one bit. No way you were climbing up clock towers at school just to steal the clock hands, or a random brick or whatever. You’re too straight-laced.”
You laughed and rolled your eyes as you leaned your head back against the stone wall. “Oh please, people already pay so much to go there, if anything, I had more than the right to do it. Our money pays for that stuff. Technically we owned it. Not the school.”
Bucky snorted. “You didn’t even pay tuition. Didn’t they pay you to go there?”
“That’s besides the point, Bucket. Fight the man. And anyway, if you think I’m straight laced, you should meet my roommate.”
Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, about that. She’s on her way here right now.”
Your ears perked up. “Decks is on the way? Oh, that’s good. She’ll be super helpful. She’s so organized, although, I can’t imagine she took well to whoever had to interrupt her beauty sleep. Who’s the poor guy?”
Bucky sharply inhaled. “Steve.”
“Oooo hooo hoo.” You laughed. “That’ll be a fun one for both of them. They’re either gonna love or hate each other. What are all the rest of the ETAs?”
Bucky looked at his watch. Well, really, he had been checking his watch this whole time to monitor his pulse, which was over 100 consistently since the tunnel buckled. He was shaking with concern for you, but kept his voice level to keep you calm, a trick he and Steve had worked tirelessly to master. “Ummm
 looks like the construction crew should be here within the hour. And I’ll bet Decks and Steve will be pulling up any minute.”
You hummed in acknowledgment. “Anyone else coming that I should know about? So I can figure out where they’ll best fit around the farm? Decks is great with the animals.”
You hadn’t heard all of Bucky’s or Curtis’s phone calls earlier since they stepped out of the cave to make them with better reception. Bucky didn’t want you to know Jake was on the way, mostly because he knew you’d make him promise not to hurt the rat, and he didn’t want to have to make that promise with the high likelihood it would be broken. He decided a better move would be to change the subject.
“So where did the nickname ‘Decks’ come from anyway?”
“Oh! Well it’s actually-“
Bucky heard footsteps near the mouth of the mine. He did his best to politely cut you off. “Wait, Honey, I’m so sorry, quiet for one second.”
He sat there and silently listened, the rustling becoming closer and clearer until he identified it as hooves clopping gently against the soft ground. He heard Curtis’s voice say something vaguely before he moved to get his feet underneath him and brush off his pants.
“I think Curtis is here with Steve and Decks. I don’t want anyone else to come in, just in case it’s still too unstable. Can you tell me exactly what you need them to do?”
You nodded, even though you knew Bucky couldn’t see it and began to lay out the instructions. Decks and Steve weren’t here to clean out the tunnels, they were here to help keep the farm running until you were freed, and no one knew how long that would take. It was best to keep only those who could be closely trusted around until this was all figured out. God forbid the authorities come knocking, or worse yet, Cole. Bucky held onto your every word before briefly leaving the tunnel to relay the information.
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Bucky returned to you shortly after instructing Curtis to take Steve and Decks back to the house so they could rest before their long day tomorrow. Everything needed to run as smoothly as possible to not raise suspicion from your absence, which they were going to claim was due to a corn crop farmer’s conference out in Iowa if anyone asked.
After another hour with you, Bucky let you know the construction company arrived and was starting to stabilize the ceiling so they could dig you out. “I’ve gotta go deal with some business, so I’ll be back soon. Plus, I can’t get in the way of these vehicles. But say the word to one of the crew and I’ll be back here in a minute flat. I promise.”
Bucky’s promises meant a lot. That was something you had learned in your conversations. He never said something unless he had a plan to deliver. A man’s word was everything in his line of work.
“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that!” You yelled back.
Bucky chuckled. “I’m going to send Sam back here as soon as he arrives. He’ll keep you company.” And with that, Bucky made his way back to the house.
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So this is where Bucky found himself, walking back and forth menacingly behind Jake, who had been tied down to the guest chair in your office. Jake’s eyes shifted back and forth with nervousness as he tried and failed to hold back whimpers and near-hyperventilating breaths.
Bucky had been silent for only ten minutes. He liked the way it made them squirm. He could sit and stare all day, completely unbothered, as anyone he interrogated slowly lost their mind. Of course, there were other, more fun ways, to get information, but he wouldn’t dare mark up your home. He’d never let the one they called ‘The Winter Soldier’ be unleashed in your sanctuary. This is the closest he would ever get, though, and it would never be seen by you.
Bucky stalked around Jake and crouched in front of him. “A milk maid came in here and told me that you’d given him information about this farm. Care to share?”
Jake shook his head vigorously and whined through the duct tape over his mouth. Bucky leaned in closer. What was more terrifying than being yelled at by him? Bucky with an alarmingly level voice.
“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that. I can help you talk a little better, but you’ve gotta be quiet. There are people upstairs sleeping, and I can’t guarantee they’ll be as nice as me if you wake them. Promise to be good?”
Jake nodded carefully and slowly. Bucky reached for the tape at the corner of Jake’s mouth and ripped it off quickly. Jake’s head lurched forward, his mouth open with a silent scream between gasping breaths. Bucky examined the sticky side of the tape. There was no hair on it. The steam from Jake’s mouth must’ve reduced the stickiness just enough that it didn’t cause damage. Shame.
Bucky slammed his hands over Jake’s on the armrests of the chair. “Tell me everything.” He gritted out between clenched teeth.
Jake giggled uncomfortably. “Uh
.there’s not really much to know, mister
sir
.does this have to do with Peach? I thought she owned this farm now. Where is she?”
Bucky growled. “That’s not important right now, but yes, this is about this farm. Tell me everything you told the guy with the soft hands and the jackets that were too crisp to indicate a day of work in his whole life.”
Bucky had no intention to associate that with his own designer crisp suits that he wore everyday back in the city. That was different, it was a totally separate line of work, plus, he wasn’t trying to pose as something that he’s not when he wore them. Anyway, he’s not the one on trial here.
“Oh! You mean Cole? Fucking prick.” Jake mumbled looking down and to the side. “I can promise whatever he said to you was a lie. That guy’s always been awful. He hides a demon face behind his handsomeness.”
Bucky didn’t want to be on Jake’s side, but he couldn’t argue with that. But to keep him talking, Bucky leaned in closer, moving his hand towards the knife on his belt loop. Jake flinched and raised his hands in surrender as much as he could with his wrists tied down.
“Okay, okay, I promise I didn’t say much. At least not on purpose. I was at an investors party up in San Francisco when Cole bumped into me. He was bragging about how he had just inherited his parents’ company and it was way bigger than when we were in high school. Frankly, I didn’t care, I make an effort to forget about a lot from back then, mostly him, so I tried to disprove him by saying that there are still nice little farms around despite his family’s efforts. I told him I still had my mom buy me honey that Peach makes, herself.” He hung his head in shame.
Bucky huffed as he leaned back against your desk and crossed his arms. “Well, way to go. You know, they painted you to be some genius, but you’re an absolute idiot.”
Jake looked up and scrunched his nose. “Well I actually prefer the term loser, bu-“
Bucky raised his hand to stop Jake from talking. “I really don’t care. What matters is that you’ve made a mess for Honeybee that inconveniences all of us. I’ve gotta be the one to work on cleaning this up while she’s otherwise occupied.”
Jake cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow in confusion. “Who the fuck is ‘Honeybee?’ Are we talking about the same person?”
Bucky sighed and wiped a hand over his face, stopping with it covering his mouth. He looked at the helpless man in front of him. How had you ever dated this guy? If he used to be great, what on Earth happened to him? “God, you’re slow to catch on. Yes, it’s the same person, but I don’t think the sweet peach you used to know and love is in there anymore. Not after you abandoned her. And especially not after you gave up her operation on a silver platter to Cole.”
Jake swallowed as he caught on. He had seen the devious glint in Cole’s eye when they had run into each other, but just thought it was a product of Cole’s braggadocious success. Not his complete hunger for domination. Despite the way Jake left, he still cared for you. He didn’t want to see the thing you loved taken away, especially by the guy who caused him so much grief. The guy your family defended him from on so many occasions. He felt awful. You’d taken care of Jake when he was around, but when the opportunity came for him to do the same for you, he failed.
Tears began to well up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. Whatever I can do to help, I will, please, misterrrr

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Bucky’s shoulders pushed back in arrogance. Jake squealed all the information he had and didn’t even know the name of the man interrogating him. That wouldn’t do, especially if Bucky wanted to eventually release Jake back out into the wild once this was all over. He made a mental note to have someone coach Jake on how to not give up sensitive intel so easily. But for now, Bucky would take advantage of the ease of informational access.
“Barnes. You get to call me Barnes.”
“Ooh! So like a cool nickname only I get to use? I feel so special.”
Bucky chuckled dryly at that. Jake really was clueless. “No. Not at all like that.” Bucky leaned forward, elbows on his knees as his face inched closer to Jake’s.
“Now tell me everything you know about the mines.”
Jake’s eyebrows raised. “Oh? Those old things? Yeah, Peach and I used to make out in the-“
Bucky waved his hand again as he closed his eyes, unable to look at Jake for another second. “No. Skip that part. What else?” He quickly said, dismissively.
“I know they’re old? Like crazy old and probably prone to collapse at this point. But Pe- I mean, your Honeybee does some occasional civil engineering contracting work. She could probably easily whip up a plan to reinforce them.”
Bucky looked at Jake more intently. He liked the way Jake said his Honeybee, but he couldn’t let that distract him right now. And anyway, you were very much your own person. Far from his. If anything, he was yours. He knew about all your business endeavors, but not those kinds of specifics. “Keep talking.”
“Yeah, I kept up with her after school-well, more like I asked my mom to keep up with her. Apparently she’s like, designed bridges for town and stuff. Why? What’s going on with the mines?”
“That’s not technically your business.” Bucky stood there, debating on his next move.
Jake’s eyes lit up as he gasped loudly. “Oh my gosh. Is she in trouble!? Did she get hurt in a mine!?”
Bucky slapped his hand over Jake’s mouth and whisper yelled at him. “What did I say about keeping it down?”
Jake winced and whispered back. “Sorry. Does Curtis know?”
Bucky nodded. “Yes. And he’s upstairs sleeping. Don’t. Poke. The Bear.”
Jake nodded again. He was being so compliant, Bucky figured he could let a few more details slip. Maybe Jake was a little smarter than Bucky gave him credit for. “She’s trapped in one of the smaller caves. I’ve already got a construction crew digging her out.”
“Wait wait wait. You guys have a proper plan for this, right? You’ve gotta put supports in first and then calculate the load-bearing rocks. You can’t just go willy-nilly digging or it could get worse.” Man, based off that language, Bucky had no doubt Jake truly did grow up around you.
“Good observation, Jakey. That’s where you come in. I know I could’ve just called you if I wanted to know what you told Cole, but I needed you in person to know how serious I am. Grab your little computer and we’ll get going so you can run the calculations while Honeybee talks you through them. You can still ride a horse, right?”
Jake moved to get up, only to be stopped by the restraints. Bucky turned around from the door, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Oh, that’s right, my bad. I’ll get you untied and then we can go.”
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Sam was talking with you about where to put which construction vehicles when he heard hooves make their way to the entrance. Bucky dismounted the back of a horse holding a laptop, followed by Jake who was riding ahead of him on that same horse.
“Not a word of this, Samuel.” Bucky growled lowly into Sam’s ear with clenched teeth. “I’ve already threatened the kid with the same.”
Bucky still had no idea how to ride a horse on his own, but would never admit that, so he was actually extremely grateful that Jake could take the reins. Sam had taken the other horse to get to you, leaving only one back at the house for him and Jake to use.
Bucky handed Jake the laptop and patted him on the back harshly, making it more of a shove. This led him to the small hole where you and Sam had just been talking.
Bucky followed at a quicker pace, reaching the area just before Jake could and held his arm out in front of the blond to bar him from going any farther. “Hi Honey, it’s me. I brought you a little present to help out, I hope you’re not mad. It’s your old friend Jacob from high school. Say hi.”
“Jake? Like
 Jensen?” You responded, trying to look through the small hole unsuccessfully.
“Yeah, Peach, it’s me. I’m here to get you out. A-and Mr. Barnes wants you to know he’s been nothing but kind to me.” Jake clutched his laptop firmly to his chest, leaning over to be heard better through the small opening.
Bucky gave a stern nod to Jake for already responding well to his coaching on the way over here. Jake sat down by the hole where Bucky had sat before and got to work.
“Okay, Bee. Like I told you before, you say the word and I’ll be here in a minute. You can time me.”
“Where are you going?” He could hear the slight worry in your voice.
“To run a farm. And by that, I mean listen to Curtis.”
You giggled. “Okay, Bucket. See you soon.”
He looked back and smiled before turning towards Sam and pointing into his chest. “You tell me the second she’s close to getting out. I’ll be there.”
Sam nodded. “Sure thing, boss. Need help getting back up on your horse?”
Bucky was already turned away and heading back to your house. He waved a hand dismissively. “No. I’m walking.”
Sam chuckled as he watched the mob boss trudge away. He knew something had shifted in Bucky’s feelings. And he definitely had his suspicions that Bucky couldn’t ride a horse.
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When Bucky returned to your house, he didn’t go upstairs. He feared the creaking of the steps would wake Decks, Curtis, and Steve. Plus, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep. Why would he when there was so much to do to help you? He would just get in the way at the mines, so he went into your office. He pulled out the files and article you had planned to show him the previous night regarding Cole from the kitchen, and as he sat down in your chair, he saw a contract with a familiar watermark. Shit.
Fuck. Shit. Bitch.
The letterhead was from ‘Turners Farm Corporation,’ which he had expected, but the associated law firm was ‘Hansen & Co.’ Bucky had his fair share of law firms in his back pocket, but this was not one of them. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
Lloyd Hansen was something of Bucky’s rival in the city. He was an unhinged lunatic. Where Bucky ran things with honor, poise, and calculated movements, Lloyd was messy, unpredictable, and reckless. He’d been trying to make multiple steps into Bucky’s territory, geographically and business-wise, but Bucky had done a decent job at shutting it down thus far.
And now Cole was in cahoots with Lloyd, well, not him directly on paper, just his bitch-ass sister who ran the firm. Bucky couldn’t believe-well, actually he could. He could believe that Cole would have teamed up with Hansen to build enough power for a takeover, especially considering it didn’t add up if Cole was making these moves on his own.
Fired by frustration that more than supplemented the sleep Bucky lacked from not just tonight, but this whole week, he snapped a picture of the contract and sent it to Sam. Sam would make sure it made its way through the right channels and contacts still back in the city. For now, Bucky had a more important priority than personally dealing with business: You. He had never been so grateful for Sam.
As he skimmed through the final page of the contract Cole had proposed to you, the first rooster crowed. Bucky got up to gather the eggs and make breakfast like any other day in the routine he’d grown so familiar with over just the past two weeks. But instead of cooking for you, he was cooking for the small army that came to your aid.
Curtis came barreling down the steps first, followed by Decks, and then eventually, Steve, who slumped and slinked down the stairs, reminiscent of Bucky’s first day doing the same. At least they were able to get themselves up.
Bucky plated their food, Curtis eyeing him with a small smile that Bucky failed to notice, and he sat down in his normal spot to start eating. He honestly didn’t have the appetite to do so, but he knew he’d crash without food since he already wasn’t sleeping, so he forced it down, preparing to go over the assignments with everyone once again.
Steve would be doing what Bucky had last week to set up the farmer’s market since it was scheduled to go again. Decks would be taking over the tasks you had, feeding the animals, and then doing sales with Bucky since people already knew his face. No need to raise more suspicion by introducing two new people to an event you were usually at.
Once everyone cleared their plates, they got to work, doing everything they could to be of assistance for the mob boss who was very evidently on edge.
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It was early afternoon when Bucky got a call from Sam. He immediately picked it up.
“We’re close, boss. Only a couple more large boulders to go before there’s a big enough gap to pull her through.”
Bucky dropped the empty crates he was carrying onto the floor of the storage shed where he was returning them from the farmers market. Lucky for him, the storage shed was much closer to the mines than the barn.
Bucky was full-on sprinting in a way no one had ever seen. He never had to once he rose to power. All he did was walk, his long strides alone commanded enough respect. But this wasn’t about pride. It was about you.
He arrived at the mine entrance, breathing heavily, just as Sam was holding your hand, helping you step over a pile of sand and pebbles. Jake stood awkwardly to the side as you looked up from your feet to see Bucky quickly moving toward you. A smile took over your face and you sighed in relief. He scooped you up and spun you around before setting you down again and using his large hands to frame your face. Bucky didn’t care about the dirt and grime that had built up on the two of you. All he cared about was your safe return to his arms.
You watched as his eyes darted between yours and down to your lips. You wouldn’t hold back anymore. He had put all his resources into saving you, helping you. Without wasting another second, you leaned up on your toes and smashed your lips into his. When you pulled back, Bucky lost consciousness, collapsing in your arms.
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