#Cole Sprouse x y/n

[bouncybongfairy]

Caught Dead

The Creature x Fem Reader

Summary: Your homecoming date leaves you for another girl. On your sad and drunk walk home, you come across a memorial service for a Victorian man. Honoring his music, you wander in and play a score he wrote. The creature is so moved by your playing, he comes back from the dead and witnesses your talent first hand.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Tooth Rotting Fluff

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Usually homecoming is a night that everyone raves about. Prom is always so pretentious and stressful. Whereas homecoming was more carefree; at least that’s how it’s depicted in romance novels and fanfiction. The guy you were originally going with ended up ditching you for another girl. Your best friend was with her boyfriend and third wheeling wasn’t something you're interested in. The best course of action was to walk home, stopping at a liquor store on the way. The old woman behind the counter looked you up and down, this didn’t offend you though. Mascara stained tears left streaks of gray lined down your face. Wearing a big pink dress that you used to feel really good in. Now it felt more like a cone of shame, drawing attention to what a hot mess you were. 

“Can I please get a dutch honey and small bottle of Skol,” you ask, setting a twenty dollar bill on the counter. 

“Normally I would laugh and send you away. You’re lucky I only have fifteen minutes until I clock out and how pathetic you look right now,” she said, taking your money and bagging the items. 

Even though it was a little back handed, you were grateful for her kindness. Chasing the vodka down with cigarettes as you walked. Humming tunes to yourself, enjoying the crisp night air. The sound of classical music caught your attention, a funeral home. It was one of the only places that had its doors open still. You sit outside on the steps, gutting your wrap before rolling the blunt. 

“Were you coming in?” a voice came from the doorway. 

“Oh um, yeah just give me a second,” you say.

“Take your time,” the older gentleman gave you a warm smile before heading back inside. 

You tucked the blunt behind your ear, shoving the half empty bottle into your purse before walking in. It wasn’t an open casket funeral but more of a memorial service. There was a piano in the corner of the room, a vase of red roses sitting on top of the beautiful wood. The funeral director explained that a bunch of this young man’s music was recently discovered. A museum recently bought the music and discovered he was never given a proper funeral so they wandered to give him a proper memorial. 

To honor him and the beautiful scores that were never showcased the way they deserved. Apparently the party from the museum didn’t stay for long, the director said they mostly took pictures for their website. After reading more about his story, you felt more connected to him. Apparently his girl left him for another man. Similar to what happened at the dance tonight. Grabbing one of the scores and sitting at the piano. It could be because you were drunk but as the sorrowful melody filled the room tears pricked into your eyes again. Imagining how his feelings of betrayal and grief probably poured through his pen while writing this song. 

Not being able to shake the fact that you just learned first hand how being left can feel. Bitter because deep down your biggest fear for the night came true; lonely from being too embarrassed to admit you were someone's second choice. Tears rolling down your face as you let yourself drown in sorrow. Unbenounced to you, The Creature not only heard his music so beautifully remastered but your cries. So moved by feeling and hearing your broken heart crying from your chest, he begins to stir. Pushing himself out of the ground and making his way towards the music. 

Lighting your blunt inside the room, you were tipsy and didn’t care if there were repercussions. Letting it hang off your lips and you played, trying not to let the smoke in your eyes. Meanwhile the creature was getting hung up on the mechanics of his body. Slowly stumbling towards the illuminated building, stopping dead in his tracks once seeing you. The light above the ceiling was casting down on you. Highlighting your eyelashes and flyaways, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. How expressive your face was while playing the notes, looking up every once to let tears run down your face. Showing how the mascara ran down your neck.  His daze was broken once he saw the worker coming back in the room, pointing his finger and yelling. This enraged him; stomping over there to stop the man from approaching you. Having some trouble with the stairs but after finally made his way in. 

Grabbing the sides of his old man's head and snapping his neck. You gasp, the blunt dropping out of your mouth and onto the floor. Going to pick it up but being taken back but The Creature. He stepped over the body and slowly inched towards you. You pull your knees up to your chest and press your back against the wall. He was now hovering over you, staring at you before leaning down. Getting on one knee and picking up the blunt, standing back up. 

Now closer, his lower stomach pressed against your knees. Putting the dutch between your lips with one hand and brushing the hair out of your eyes with the other. You put your knees down and pulled him onto the bench. Starting to play his score, focusing on keys and not his… appearance. As you played he grunted at a specific measure every time which led you to investigate why, 

“What? This part?” you replayed it a couple times. He pointed out a certain note and then to another, shifting his finger back and forth. In your interpretation, he was prompting you to switch the notes. Him humming in satisfaction at the change. 

“Yeah that does sound a lot smoother,” you point out. 

Remembering the body, you both leave in order to avoid responsibility. Walking home together, playing your music out loud for him to enjoy. Before the dark felt scary and daunting but now you were enjoying the night air. Completely ignorant to reality but never feeling better. 

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Head Over Heels - Chapter 2

(The Creature x Reader)

A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fic

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Finally, an update! A lot of stuff goes down in this chapter but I’d like to say this: in this chapter, you go through the same experience that Lisa goes through in the movie. I’m not comfortable writing out that experience, so instead, there’s a time skip to after that event has taken place. I know that so far it seems a little self-insert-y, and it DEFINITELY is, but don’t worry, I’m gonna spice things up. Also, I’m cooking up a one shot! Enjoy!

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You looked over Micheal. You’d never had such a straightforward view of him before. He was always sitting in front of you or passing you in the hallway. Never talking to you.

His brown hair was straight and long, framing his very pretty face nicely. He had dark brown eyes and sharp eyebrows. His lips were in a smirk.

Why was he looking at you like that?

“(Y/N) McFadden.” He said.

WHY DID HE KNOW YOUR NAME???

“Micheal Trent.” You replied, trying to sound confident but definitely failing. “You… you know me?” You asked, very taken aback.

He chuckled. “Well, we’re both currently being educated in the same walls of asbestos.” You nodded and smiled at his comment. Micheal continued.

“Plus, you’ve submitted some really strong poems to The Grackle.”

Your eyes widened as you felt your face get hot with embarrassment. The Grackle was your school newspaper, and as soon as you heard about it, you were submitting your poems. In your last four years of school, you had even managed to get some published. But you didn’t think anyone actually paid attention to them.

“You like my poems?” You asked smiling, twisting the lid of the water bottle in your hand.

Micheal shrugged in a way that managed to be cute. “I wouldn’t have published them if I didn’t.”

Oh right, he’s the editor. HE’S THE EDITOR. HE’S READ MULTIPLE OF YOUR POEMS HOLY-

Suddenly, a girl walked over to Micheal, putting her hand on his shoulder. You recognized her immediately by her black lipstick and teased hair. Tamara White. The smile on your face fell.

“Hey Micheal, I found the keg. It’s Clydesdale piss, but, you know…” She was holding a solo cup in her other hand, not bothering to make eye contact with you. Or even look at you.

You cleared your throat. “Hey, Tamera.”

She then looked at you, her eyes narrowing. Dang, she has good eyeliner, you thought absentmindedly. She smiled a bit too wide to be genuine.

“Hi… sorry, do we know each other?”

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. “Just a couple classes.” You said, gritting your teeth.

She cocked her head. “This year?”

You blinked. “This semester.”

Micheal looked down, fighting back a laugh.

You made him laugh? That wasn’t even funny-

Tamara coughed. “Bless. Anyways, do you want a sip?” She gestured her cup towards Micheal, the drink so full it nearly sloshed over the sides. Micheal took a look and grimaced. “Uh…”

And then, you did something extraordinarily stupid. For some reason, either the atmosphere of the party, or the fear of missing out taking over your body, or your desire to be seen as a well-adjusted individual, you decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to illegally drink for the first time in your life.

“I’ll take one.” You said, a bit too loudly. Micheal and Tamara both looked at you strangely. Micheal frowned, then looked at Tamara as if she was to blame for your sudden outburst.

Tamara smirked. “What? They’re allowed to party.” She outstretched her arm to give you the cup. Staring you down this time, she raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.

This is a challenge, you realized.

You took the cup gingerly and, after taking a breath, took a big gulp.

Immediate regret. The drink fizzed in your mouth and burned going down your throat, straight to your stomach where it immediately began to growl. You hated the smell of alcohol, it was artificial and gross and now it was all you could taste. Also, it tasted like there was something else in there, an extra layer of bubbling that made you lightheaded.

“What is this?” You asked, not noticing Tamara snickering to Micheal.

“You know, I’m not really sure.” She said, making Micheal push her shoulder slightly. Tamara stopped smiling. “I got it off, uh… Darren? I think his name is?” Micheal rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Poor kid just went from Pepsi Free to PCP.”

You were not a kid. You were 18, you could handle yourself. You thought, a little annoyed.

Tamara went back to laughing. “You’re being so dramatic.”

You staggered backwards, your head now swimming with sickness. Accidentally, your leg hit the cooler behind you, making a loud thump and gaining the attention of some of the teens around you.

Including Taffy.

She immediately rushed over to you, concern clear in her expression.

“Hey, (N/N), you okay?” She put a hand around your shoulder, the other going to take your drink. She sniffed it and her eyes widened.

“Did those darksiders give you something?!”

You wrinkled your nose. What kind of name was that? They were cool people, at least Micheal was-

It then occurred to you that you would’ve liked to be Tamara’s friend, actually. You liked her style and the way she carried herself. You recalled walking with her to class your freshman year.

Why did she act like this now?

Taffy poured your drink out in the grass and threw the cup down, then walked around in front of you to grab you by your shoulders.

“This is not what I expected from you! You have so much potential, (Y/N)!” You couldn’t look Taffy in the eyes, the world around her was too busy. You could only stare at the ground.

Taffy stood up straight, then turned to walk towards Micheal and Tamara.

“Hey, you! We need to talk!” She angrily shouted. You heard vague sounds of an argument in front of you, but there was a sudden ringing in your ears, only adding to your discomfort.

You walked awkwardly around the cooler, deciding that what you really needed was to sit down. Heading towards the house, you dodged drunk teen after drunk teen, all living their lives around you. It was like they were in bubbles, perfectly content in their own worlds, as you were completely shut out of theirs. The music around you was loud, the light and colors floating and swirling around you like the Starry Night painting.

Your stomach growled again as you walked past the glass doors shutting you out from the living room. You wanted to make it to the couch, but a pang of sharpness went through your head and you collapsed behind it instead.

How did this get so bad so fast? You thought, head bumping against the back of the couch. These were supposed to be the best years of your life. Instead, you felt like you were drowning.

You pulled your knees to your chest and held your head in your hands. Stomach churning, you realized that you were definitely gonna vomit tonight.

And then, without warning, a small figure walked towards you. Hearing the footsteps, you looked up and squinted, your vision blurry. Slowly, you recognized a face as it crouched down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He was sort of smiling, like he was catching you in an awkward situation.

You furrowed your brows, trying to remember his name.

He frowned at your reaction. “Are you okay?” He put a hand on your shoulder and you flinched, but it was a soft touch. The bright lights of the living room were blaring on his face, making it look like a kaleidoscope.

“Who are you?” You muttered, clear enough that he could hear you.

“Uh, it’s-“ He took a breath. “-it’s me, it’s Doug. Your lab partner?”

Oh, it’s Doug! Doug Ram was your lab partner! He was always pretty nice to you, even if you barely spoke a word in class. He was smart, too. You always got good grades when you worked with him.

You tried to nod, but your head just fell forward limply. Doug’s arm moved to go around your shoulders.

“Okay, um… let’s find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?”

He helped you to your feet and you leaned against him, despite the fact that he was a great deal smaller than you.

And then, he led you through the party. He rambled about something, maybe about wishing he was somewhere else, but you couldn’t really pay attention. The music was so loud.

As he talked, you wished you were at the cemetery. There, you had room to breathe. It was lush and green and natural. Your companion there wouldn’t be talking so much, and you would feel comfortable enough to drone on and on about whatever you wanted to.

You missed him, Mr. Unmarked. Though you didn’t call him that, you just said, “You,” when you read to him.

Walking with Doug, you walked past a few paintings on the walls, admiring how the paints would swirl and dance on the canvas.

Wait- where were you?

“Who’s your favorite director of all time?” Doug’s random question distracted you from your confusion.

You tried to clear your throat and said, “Pabst,” on instinct. Pandora’s Box was your personal favorite of his.

Doug laughed. “Oh, you’re just reading my beer can.”

You shook your head, somewhat annoyed. “No. He was…” You ran your fingers along the wallpaper as the figures on it twisted. “…a real director.”

Doug made a ‘hmm’ sound. “What kind of movies did he direct?” You turned to him, suddenly giggly. “Silents.” You answered, whispering.

Doug chuckled. “Okay, I’ll be quiet.” He whispered back.

What? No, that’s not what you meant-

And then, a crash of thunder from outside. You jumped, and in the moment, you gagged. Doug quickly realized what was happening and ushered you to a bathroom. You got on your knees over the toilet and started to puke. Thankfully, Doug was kind enough to hold back your hair.

“There ya go, kiddo. How many cans of White Rain you got in there?” He said.

Why was he calling you that? You’re not a child!

You continued to throw up until most of the sick was out of your system. You finally tilted your head back up and motioned to Doug that you were done. He nodded and helped you stand back up, now guiding you to one of the other rooms in the house. This one had a bed, which he sat you down on. Then, he left the room to get you a bottle of water.

You listened to the rain pounding on the roof, soothed by its ambiance. Another pang on thunder shook the house. You smiled to yourself, appreciating the kindness of your friend. At least he was on your side.

He entered the room with a bottle in hand. You took it and immediately uncapped it, then took a long sip. It was cold and crisp, making you feel better already.

“Thank you.” You said to him. He nodded and sat next to you on the bed.

Another roll of thunder. “Looks like the angels are bowling, as my mom used to say.” You chuckled and nodded.

Then… then something happened.

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You ran through the house, down the stairs, back out through the glass door of the living room, tears pouring down your face as you tried to catch your breath. The rain was picking up now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Doug was not kind. He was not your friend.

How could you be so stupid?

You stumbled through the crowd, faces blurring into a mass of cackling forms. Everything was too loud and too bright and you couldn’t do this.

You needed peace.

You needed nature.

You ran into the woods, which wasn’t too far from whoever’s house you had ended up at. With the rain, the usually soft ground was turning muddy, but you ran nonetheless. You could barely see the trees around you, but your body had walked this trail a million times, and it didn’t take you long to find your way to the bachelors cemetery. Here, the thick canopy of leaves above you blocked out some of the rain, though you could still hear thunder all around you.

You walked slowly now, careful not to trip over any of the graves around you. After looking over the forest floor, you finally, finally spotted the stoic bust of your companion.

You moved over to him, his grave standing tall amongst the other lower ones. You found yourself falling down, body leaning almost entirely on the base of his grave. You looked up to his face, still crying, as you whispered the only thing you could think of.

“I wish I was with you.”

And you meant it. Being in the ground, safe and away from everybody else, was all you wanted in that moment.

Your exhaustion overtook you, and you laid at the base of your friend’s grave. A true friend, although you had never spoken. Over the past four years, he had been the most consistent kindly force in your life. You knew that with him, here, at this sacred place, you were safe.

And then you fell asleep.

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[princess-of-fanfics]

Riverdale Masterlist

Cole Sprouse x Reader:

Baby (part one)

Baby (part two)

Baby (part three)

Baby is about when Cole is a jerk to the reader and calls her a baby

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Jughead x Reader:

Drugged (part one)

Drugged (part two)

Drugged (part three)

Drugged (part four)

Drugged is about the reader cheating on Jughead but did she really....(trigger warning: slut shaming, drugging, rape, etc)

[thequeenofneverland1]

Thanksgiving with Cole Sprouse and only kid who's a son

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Falling- Jughead Jones

Authors Note's- I decided to do a other lyric imagine. Hopefully its not to confusing.

Song- Falling

Writer- Harry Styles

  -Samantha

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' I'm in my bed, And you're not here. And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands, Forget what I said, It's not what I meant, And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left.'

I was home alone when I found out that my best friend went behind my back and stole the boy I was dating. I which I could off found out by them telling me but I had to find out from Betty's Instagram. I wanted to cry but I some how ran out of tears. I also couldn't move from my spot on my couch. I'm not much of a drinker either but I needed it at this point so I couldn't feel my broken heart.

Archie's POV

I was just scrolling through my instagram when I saw something that shocked me. It was a picture of Betty and Jughead kissing. I shut off my phone and headed out the door to go find both of them to confront them before going to see Y/n/n.

Your POV

' You said you care, and you missed me too, And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you, And the coffee's out at the Beachwood Cafe, And it kills me 'Cause I know we've ran out of things we can say.'

I was sitting on my couch having no motivation and emotionless. I was in my thoughts when I got snapped out of my zone when I got a text from Archie telling me that he was on his way to my house. I throw my phone in panic and got to cleaning up the mess I made durning my break down.

'Time Skip'

It took a while for me to finish cleaning due to me almost having a panic attacks but I calmed down really fast. I just finish throwing some things I broke in the trash when I heard the door bell. I walked to the door slowly and opened it to find Archie all ready for a hug. I  immediately crashed in to his arms. I could feel tears running down my already puffy faces.

Archie's POV

When I got to where the two lovebirds were I walked up to them.

" Hey Arch!" Betty said

" Yea. Hi."

" Is something wrong?" Betty asked

" Yea. There is."

They both continued staring at me wanting me to finish my sentence.

" How does it feel to break someones heart!"

" What are you talking about Arch?" Jug said

" Y/n/n! Is most likely heart broken right now."

" What does that have to do with us." They both say

" Jug weren't you together with her?"

He looked guilty. He was about to say something until I cut him off.

" Jug I don't want to hear what you have to say!"

I then walked out and made my way to Y/n's house. I texted her to let her know.

'Time Skip'

I rang her door bell and waited before hearing her footsteps coming closer to the door. I opened my arms for a hug. As I suspected she went right in for the hug. I squeezed her tighter when I felt her tears.

'And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.'

Your POV

While crying I thought of how Jug will never need me again which ended up with me feeling weak and Archie literally having to keep me up right.

" Y/n/n can you walk." Archie whispered

I shook my head no. I then felt myself get picked up and brought inside. Archie then sat on the couch with me in his lap. I was starting to get tired from all the crying I did. I think Archie noticed because he said " It's all right Y/n/n. I'm right here."

I closed my eyes and felt myself drift in to dream land.

Archie's POV

'What am I now? What am I now?, What if you're someone I just want around?, I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin' , What if I'm someone you won't talk about?, I'm falling again, I'm fallin'.'

I was just holding her in my arms when I finally felt her breathing slow down and telling me she fell asleep. I grabbed my phone telling my dad I was staying the night with Y/n since I didn't want her to be alone. I then put it down and softly hummed a tune until I felt myself growing tired.

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Enjoy my guys!!!!

-Samantha

[lesbewriting]

reunion

[Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader] [1592 words]

SUMMARY: as soon as you find out you're pregnant with Jughead Jones baby. You run away, not even bothering to say goodbye. A few years later however, when you return with your child. Jughead gets a bit of a surprise.

WARNINGS: hints of angst? i guess. mainly fluff.

A-N: i honestly really loved this idea. But i don't think its the best bit of writing ive done. Also i never got around to reading through it, so there may be a few mistakes. If not, then i probably have fixed them by now.

I sat atop of the tiled bathroom flooring, a pregnancy test held firmly in my grasp. The two little red lines staring back at me. A small cry escaping my lips as i sat there speechless. How was I to tell Jughead? We're way to young for children. Heck we're only seventeen. The multiple thoughts flew around my head as i burst into tears.

I then stood up, before looking up into the bathroom mirror and letting out a scream of sadness, luckily not waking up the neighbors at all. My hands clutched the edge of the marble countertops around the sink, as i stared at my reflection. The messiness of my long h/c hair sat in a messy bun atop of my head, mascara i had applied earlier had run down my cheeks now and the red and puffiness of my eyes was very visible. More sobs managed to escape my throat as i turned away from the mirror and back into the safety of my bedroom.

My feet tiptoed against the hard wood floorboards as i reached my double-sized bed. The many posters of singers and bands stared at me, as i pulled back the dark coloured covers atop my bed and crawled in. Small sobs drowned out by the noise of passing cars as i fell into a slumber.

I was scared. I was scared to become a mother. I don't think i could do it. I don't even know if Jughead would want the baby. Would he leave me? Would i be considered a freak by the entire town and lose all my friends? The thought of that scared me to death. I didn't want to  be seen as someone below everyone else. I didn't want to lose my friends at all. I soon made the decision. The decision of leaving Riverdale. Running away from everything. My friends, family, my childhood and Jughead. I don't think anyone will miss me at all. They're all pretty occupied with other things in their lives to notice the sudden disappearence of myself.

and just like that. The next morning i was gone. No trace left behind of where i went. All that remained was a small, neat handwritten note sat atop of my bed covers for everyone to find.

Three years later.

I pulled up into the driveway of a worn down motel inside of Riverdale. My 3 year old daughter sat comfortably in her booster seat in the back of the car, sleeping peacefully. Her little grey crown-like beanie sat atop her head as she slept. Snores escaped from her every so often. My eyes drifted on her small figure as i opened up the car door and unbuckled her seatbelt. A small smile etched across my face.

Most of her features were from her father, from the crown-like beanie, hair and even her personality. The only thing she inherited from me was her beautiful e/c eyes. But other then that, she was like a mini replica of Jughead. I sighed, at the thought of my boyfriend that i left behind. Would he even still be in Riverdale? i wondered aloud to myself, before gently lifting up my now toddler. Waking her up in the process.

"Mummy? are we there yet?" she spoke tiredly, in her cute little voice. Her small hands reaching up and rubbing the remaining sleep out of her eyes. I just nodded quickly, before speaking.

"Why don't we go visit Pop's for some dinner?" I questioned my now three year old. "How does that sound?"

The small girl looked excitedly up at me, before nodding furiously. Eyes lighting up in the process, as well as her stomach grumbling loudly. I just chuckled quietly, before setting in the direction of Pop's. She really was like her father, in so many ways. If only he could've helped take care of her with me.

I sighed sadly at the thought of Jughead. My heart slightly aching from how much i missed him, and still do. He was like my other half. The missing piece of my puzzle. We weren't just boyfriend and girlfriend. We were best friends. We completed each other. I then snapped out of my thoughts. Not realising we were now stood outside the door of Pop's Chocklit Shoppe. My three year old daughter now standing beside me. Her giggles filled the air as she took into a run in the shop. Myself getting tugged along with her, as i was clutching her small hand so i didn't lose her.

When we entered, the little bell above the door dinged and I was greeted with the familiar scent of the diner i always missed when i was away. The place that was filled with different memories, both bad and good. I could feel myself letting out a smile as i noticed Pop greet us from where he was stood behind the counter. Before directing us with his hand to a free booth.

We gladly walked over there and sat down. Little Stella my daughter, sitting directly opposite me as she sat. The look she had on her face only told me that she was starving, so as soon as i ordered and they delivered the food. She furiously began to gobble down her burger and Vanilla milkshake. I chuckled again, at her eating. But stopped as soon as my e/c eyes drifted down towards the very last booth and onto the figure. The very familiar raven-haired and beanie-wearing figure of Jughead Jones. I gulped nervously at the sight of him sitting there, his laptop cracked open in front of him as he typed away. Every once in awhile taking a slurp of his chocolate milkshake beside him.

I only hoped he wouldn't notice me. But he did. Because as soon as he felt as if someone's eyes were on him, he looked up and his eyes connected with mine. His eyes widened as soon as he spotted me, but turned to a confused stare, eyes furrowing as he spotted the little girl beside me. The small girl who was currently slurping on her milkshake.

I quickly tore my gaze away from him, before looking back to my daughter sitting opposite me. A small smile decorated her face, as she bobbed her small head to the beat of the music drifting around the diner.

"Mummy! can i get an icecream please?" she asked nicely, as she stared at me with those puppy-dog eyes i adored. The very eyes that i couldn't seem to say no too. And so i ordered her a vanilla icecream cone. Before i found my gaze drifting back onto Jughead in the corner. But was shocked to see he wasn't there. Where could he have gone? i thought confusingly, as i stared into where he was once sat.

Suddenly, a presence near me and so i looked up. There he was. Jughead Jones III standing right beside our booth, his signature crown-like beanie sat atop of his raven curls and a confused gaze on me. I gulped. A few nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach as i realised I'd have to explain to him that Stella, was his. Finally taking a deep breath i began to explain to him about how and why i ran away, about leaving him and about our daughter, Stella. Surprisingly, he took it pretty well. Only speaking up a few times as i told the story to him.

"So. Stella, shes mine?" Jughead questioned again, "Why didn't you tell me then?"

A tear dripped down my cheek slightly, my eyesight drifting down towards my hands that rested in my lap. "I guess i was scared. Scared of your reaction."

I could feel him shift near me, and once i looked back up he leant down and kissed me on the lips fully. My eyes widened quickly, before i began to kiss back. My hands manoeuvering up to play with his soft curls, lips moving together in sync. It was as if we were the only two in the diner at the moment. I reluctantly pulled back though, as soon as i realised our kid was still in the room.

"Stella, this is your father. Jughead."

The little raven-haired girl looked up quickly as soon as she heard me say her name. Before turning her head and spotting the male beside me, a similar crown-like beanie sat atop his head. The little girl's face lit up, a smile quickly appearing as she got up and hugged him. Jughead hesitated at first, but the hesitation quickly disappeared as he hugged the girl back. Pretty soon myself joining in.

"I love you, Y/n L/n." he said as we pulled back from the hug.

"I love you too, Jughead Jones."

It might've taken a couple years. But we're together again, and this time as a family.

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Steam

Warnings: cursing, shower sex, unprotected sex

Pairings: Jughead Jones x Female Reader

Summary: you and Jughead basically have shower sex lmao.

Word Count: 500+

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

Jughead pinned you against the shower wall as the two of you made out. The warm water ran against your bodies as the two of you passionately made out. He then broke the kiss and began to kiss along your jaw. 

He then trailed wet kisses from your jaw to your neck. You whimpered and tangled your fingers in his wet hair as he kissed your neck. He then found your sweet spot and began to suck on it. You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs.

He pulled back and smirked when he saw the hickies he had left all over the soft skin of your neck. 

"Mm.. now everyone will know that you're mine." He said with a smirk. You giggled softly and kissed him again. He aligned his hard cock with your pussy before thrusting into your soaking cunt. You gasped and you both moaned out as he sunk inside of you.

"Fuck, I love this pussy." He panted as he fucked up into you. You held onto his shoulders tightly and moaned out as he slowly fucked you faster and faster until he was fucking you at an unforgiving pace. 

He was fucking you so hard that you definitely going to feel it every time you walk for the next week. You rested the back of your head against the wet shower wall and moaned out as he kept fucking you.

"Oh god!" You moaned out as he began to hit your g-spot. He smirked when he saw your reaction and kept hitting your g-spot over and over again. With the way he was fucking you, you knew that you weren't going to last very long.

It seemed like he was not going to last very long either though. You were close and you could tell that he was getting close too. You pulled him in for a heated kiss as he continued to fuck the shit out of you.

You felt that familiar knot building up inside of you and you knew that you were about to cum any second now. You clenched around his hard dick, signaling to him that you were about to cum. You could tell that he was going to cum too since his thrusts were getting messy.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You screamed.

"Come on, cum for me." He panted. With that your eyes rolled back, your legs began to tremble and you saw stars as a scream tore through your throat and you squirted on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of your, painting your walls white. He pulled out of you as you both were catching your breath. 

"Well, should we clean up now?" Jug asked. You shook your head which made him tilt his head. "Why not?" He asked.

"Because, I want a round 2." You said with a giggle. He just smirked.

"Well baby, your wish is my command." He said with a smirk.

a/n: I hope y'all like this story!

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Half Beard

Summary: Jughead/Reader, Jughead is a cover for Betty as she’s dating Veronica, the serpent’s only find out about half of it.

Jughead approaches you almost nervously. You turn from your seat in English to watch him as he nods towards the door.

“What’s going on?” You’re a little surprised he dragged you out of class; he’d usually be talking to one of the more senior serpents, or Archie’s gang.

“Betty and I;” He starts and you pull him into a hug.

“You broke up?” Jughead takes three full minutes to stop laughing.

“No, we, she’s-. She and Veronica. Are dating.” He nods as you nod in response.

“So why’d you get me? You need a new sleuthing partner now that yours is otherwise engaged?” He shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Now you know the truth, would you like to go on a date? To Pop’s; just lunch.” He smirks as he finishes and you arch an eyebrow.

“So I’m the ‘other woman’ then?” you mock with air quotes and he nods.

“Sorry I just-“

“Betty knows? And is okay with this?”

“Talk to her yourself she knows I’ve had a crush on you- I mean she’s dating Veronica, 100 percent.” He covers his own blunder up as he turns back towards his classroom.

“See you at lunch?” He smiles hopefully as you nod.

Betty and Veronica stop you before you can leave the school.

“What’s-”

“Pop’s now.” They hum and you hover a little as they drag you to the booth in the back, the one that everyone uses when they want to talk about secret things.

“Jughead and I broke up, it was mutual, I wanted to dater Veronica and he wanted to date… someone else…” Betty grins a little and you tilt your head, egging her on about confessing who he’s interested in.

“I shouldn’t.” She giggles and Veronica winks at you.

“Bets, we can get burgers or-”

“You, he has a massive crush on you and wants to date you. Sorry!” She hides her face and you’re about to assure her you don’t mind but then you can feel Jughead’s hand on your shoulder.

“Cat’s out of the bag now isn’t it.”

You know Jughead wouldn’t be doing this without a reason; he’s leading you into the backroom of the Wyrm, insisting you need to talk before the meeting. You’ve already had lunch; you’re expecting him to apologize, to claim he didn’t know how he could betray Betty. Despite Betty and Veronica having assured you they’re very much in love, and not a fan of what Jughead is packing.

You’re sitting on a crate watching as he steps closer towards you humming slightly.

“What is it we need to talk about then?” You see no point in beating around the bush, not when the Serpent’s meeting is supposed to start in a few minutes. He pulls you off the crate, settling you against the wall; you look up at him as he smirks down at you; before kissing you. You’re surprised, but content to continue the kiss till he pulls away.

“Are we still going to talk?” You ask, almost teasing as he rolls his eyes.

“Later, my place. They’ll rag me about it regardless, so go wild.” You nod at his directions returning to your seat on the crate winking as you hear footsteps.

“Well it’s not my fault Jones.” You snap; you can hear the footsteps halt and Jughead stifles a laugh, you continue, pretending to be angry at whatever he accused you of. You can hear a hesitant knock on the door and Jughead opens it pretending to be relieved as the Serpents file in. You jump from the crate.

“Well I’ll leave then.” You do your best to mimic Betty and her angry flouncing as you catch Jughead’s eyes and his face trying to suppress a smile. You hesitate outside the door, still able to feel the anticipation from the Serpents as they try to figure out what happened.

You’re sitting in Pop’s when he shows up, dragging himself between Betty and Archie.

“Rough meeting?” He rolls his eyes and Betty smirks.

“Come on Juggsie, tells us what happened. Sweet Pea seemed pissed. Wouldn’t even talk to us.”

“The Serpent’s don’t agree with my current dating ideas.” He rolls his eyes and Betty tries not to laugh.

“What happened?” Veronica sits up. Reggie turns only a fraction hand shifting from next to Archie’s leg to on top of it.

“Sweet Pea may have heard me ask Y/N on a date. Said he wasn’t going to let me hurt you.” He laughs nodding towards Betty.

“I love them really, but they’re way too hung up on keeping the peace.”

“Well of course, the last thing they’d want is in-fighting. It’d be like if Toni and Cheryl, well never mind them but still. Disastrous.” Veronica flings her hands out laughing

 “You two are still together right?” You smirk as Jughead nods.

“For now, Veronica isn’t sure if she want’s to come out to everyone, on top of the fact Reggie doesn’t wanna touch that particular door until he and Arch have been together longer, as he put it, preferably after college.” Betty laughs jabbing Reggie in the side and he scowls smacking her hand away.

“Reg seriously no one’s gonna care, they’ll just be pissed we’re off the market.” Reggie nods, almost pouting as the food shows up and everyone breaks into silence as they eat.

You run into both Toni and Sweet Pea on the way home, you watch curious as they stand still, trying to be threatening.

“You know what you’re doing is wrong right? Betty, she doesn’t deserve this. You can stop it before it goes any further Y/N before anyone else gets hurt. Please, don’t make us choose.” You nod shrugging past them as Toni shouts towards you.

“Don’t make us choose Y/N you won’t like what we decide.” You don’t bring it up to Jughead; it wasn’t even a real threat, besides he keeps any shred of your relationship hidden from beyond your houses, or the occasional date and chaste kiss at Pop’s. During Serpent meetings, and hang outs you’re just another Serpent, you know he’s testing it. Pushing his limits and flaunting you and the truth. You’re not surprised when it bubbles over.

Sweet Pea glares throwing himself between you and Jughead.

“We warned you Y/N.” he all but snarls, Jughead tenses as Sweet Pea beckons everyone over.

“Jones’ been cheating on Betty with Y/N.” You can’t help the laugh, Toni sneers.

“Not helping your case at all.”

“There is no case, listen guys I swear it’s a huge misunderstanding.  Go ask Betty, she knows about this. I swear” He throws his hands up pointing to the door.

“I’ll call her now if you all want. Seriously. On anyone’s phone so you know its not staged.” Fangs tosses his phone to Toni who nods dialing Betty’s number.

“It’s on speaker. Heyy Betty. Quick Question.”

“Of course, what’s up?” Toni swallows.

“Y/N and Jughead, you know about that?” She cringes slightly and narrows her eyes as Betty laughs.

“Yes, could you take it off speaker.” Toni does pulling the phone to her ear and nodding as you assume Betty is explaining everything. Toni hangs up the phone nodding as she passes it back to Fangs.

“They’re telling the truth.” Sweet Pea narrows his eyes.

“Can you tell us how you know?” Toni shakes her head.

You’re walking into school when Jughead appears and links his hand with yours. You’re about to ask him why is he being so public, but as you walk past the lockers you see Betty and Veronica’s hands intertwined and understand.

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HIIIII, I noticed you are writing Lisa Frankenstein/ the creature and I just wanted to give u like a writing idea ( also the creature is SO FREAKING UNDERRATED AND HES SO FINE)

What if the readers just had a bad day, didn’t go as planned ect and the creature takes them to dance in the backyard (like in that one scene) and ends it all with him laying on the readers chest and it’s all cuddles n kisses. Like idk he seems the cuddly kind

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He is SO the cuddly kind, he loves making his partner feel so special and I’m certain that after being in a grave for so long, the poor baby is touch starved.

It took me a while to get around to writing ‘cause I needed inspiration (aka today sucked and I needed comfort lololololol) anyways our beloved Creature is here to love and comfort!!!! Y’all enjoy <333

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Whoever said senior year was gonna be “different” was a liar.

Three lousy years of stressing over tests, dodging shoulders in the hallways, and crying in your room for what? More homework? More essays? More friends distancing themselves from you and all you can do is watch?

It was hard to make friends in the first place, never mind keep them. You’ve never been the pinnacle of extroverted-ness, so when you thought you’d finally made some pals, you were grateful.

Even if it felt strange sometimes, like when you were always the last one to find out about parties. Like when they always forgot to save a seat for you, or wait up for you.

Like when you had found out they had all planned a movie night tonight without you.

“You can come if you want?” The only thing they could say.

Bullshit, you thought.

So, you weren’t going. You didn’t want another night of awkward small-talk and laughing at inside jokes you were on the outside of.

You had homework, anyways.

Walking to your front door, you noticed your parent’s cars weren’t home. They both had to work pretty late, but you wondered how late tonight would be.

However, this didn’t mean you wouldn’t have company.

You see, through a pretty complicated series of events, you had managed to raise a little hell of your very own. Currently living in your house was a creature, a once living man who had risen from the grave, caked in dirt and grime with electricity coursing through his veins.

A terrifying prospect, one would imagine.

Nay. He was actually just a huge dork.

You never completely understood why he had taken up such a fascination with you, but what you did understand was that the two of you shared a connection. You got each other in ways no one else had. So, after you had gotten over your initial shock at his existence, you had cleaned him up and offered him a place to stay.

Anyways, you opened your door, only to immediately hear the faint sounds of gentle piano. You smiled to yourself.

“I’m home,” you called, somewhat defeatedly. A voice grunted back. You walked to the living room and there your monster man sat, hands gliding ever-so-elegantly across the plastic keys of your keyboard. He paused his playing to look at you. Immediately, he smiled, his eyes brightening. He gave you a small wave, which you returned with a grin that didn’t reach your eyes.

Somehow, he noticed.

He quirked an eyebrow, then pointed towards yourself.

You okay?

Embarrassed, you looked away. Yes, you knew emotions were valid and all that, but it didn’t make you feel any more comfortable sharing your feelings. Avoiding eye contact, you took a breath.

“It was a long day.” That’s all you said.

You heard a gruff sigh in response, which you took to mean I understand. What happened next surprised you, though.

He actually stood up from his piano. You looked back to him and watched as he made his way over to you. He then offered a hand.

You looked at his face. When you had first met him, it was covered in sludge and moss. His face had been completely unreadable. Now, although he was still unnatural looking, his expression was compassionate. His eyes twinkled with kindness, with pure intentions. He was trying to help.

You took his hand, the small grin on your face never leaving. He nodded and gave it a soft kiss, ever the gentleman. Then, much quicker than you expected, he dragged you to the backyard.

You laughed following after him, making exclamations of “woah, wait, slow down!” He continued, and soon, the two of you were in your family’s fairy-light illuminated backyard. It was dark enough to see a few stars in the sky, but what shone the brightest was the moon. You looked out at the dark realm and, once again, your eyes fell upon the creature. He seemed at home in the darkness, a welcome sight.

He looked at you with a grin and bowed.

You giggled. “Wait, if we do this, we need music.” A small radio sat on the sidewalk around your backyard, and you quickly bent down and clicked the play button. The first few notes of one of your favorite songs rang out.

You then looked back at the creature, who flexed his wrist towards you.

Well?

You raised your eyebrows, enjoying the sass. You bowed in return, as regally as you possibly could.

And then, you were swept into his arms. The music was upbeat enough that soon enough, the two of you were twirling each other around. He lifted you into the air by your hips, looking up at you like you’d hung the moon. You raised your arms towards the sky, ‘woo’ing and laughing. Once you were back down, the two of you moved to a more gentle rhythm, lightly swaying back and forth. You steadied your breathing and he smiled looking at you.

After a while, the two of you ended up lying down side by side on the fake grass, staring up at the stars. You had leaned your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence.

“Thanks for… this.” You said in a sigh. He hummed beside you. “No, seriously. This was-“ suddenly, your eyes were watery and you sniffed.

Concerned, he sat up to look at you. “Oh, no, I’m fine.” You tried to stop the tears but suddenly, they were here. Sitting up, you wiped one from your cheek. “Shoot, my makeup.” You whispered to yourself. He quickly moved his hand to gather your other tears, taking care around your eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together with so much worry.

“Sorry, I just- I really appreciate this.” You admitted between tears. His eyes widened, and then he nodded, smiling. He took your hand gently, so so gently, and gave it a small squeeze.

Once again, you leaned your head on his shoulder, then wrapped your other arm around his, a new desire to hold him taking over. His grip on your hand tightened as his thumb caressed it.

The two of you sat in silent understanding, watched only by the twinkling stars above. As the music faded into the night, you felt comforted. This horrible day was over, and now you were safely in the arms of someone you loved.

Loved. You hadn’t thought that word before.

You snuggled your face into the crook of his neck, making yourself comfortable. He laughed lightly to himself at your antics. You felt a soft kiss on the top of your head, making your face warm.

Later, you would find yourselves in a pile of pillows and blankets, stargazing. You laid upon them, fingers tangled in your love’s hair while his head rested on your chest. You’d giggled to yourself when he first put it there, but it seemed right. As one of your hands played with his hair, he traced patterns on the other. Occasionally, it received a soft kiss. As you rambled endlessly about friends and classes and anything else, he listened. Even though he was silent, you knew he listened.

Loved, you thought to yourself.

Sounds about right.

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Little info about my blog!!

Who I write for!

Fictional characters.

Draco malfoy. ( note: I haven’t seen the movies in forever. And I’m currently trying to read the series so sorry if they suck!!)

Hardin Scott.

Peter Parker.

Criminal minds characters and actors.

Mathew gray gubler.

Spencer Reid.

Musicians/actors

Harry styles.

Shawn Mendes.

Tom Holland.

Harrison osterfield.

Hero fíennes tiffin.

cole sprouse.

Ross lynch.

Nick Hargrove ( actor in charmed remake.)

Outer banks.

Jj.

Topper.

Rafe.

Riverdale.

Archie

Jughead.

Sweet pea

The Vampire diaries

Stefen Salvatore.

Damon Salvatore.

Others.

Prince Edward ( the princess switch.)

Parker Caine ( charmed the remake.)

Peter kavinsky. ( to all the boys I’ve loved before.)

Wolfgang Novogratz.

Descendants.

Harry hook ( Thomas doherty.)

Ben ( Mitchell hope.)

Things I’m not comfortable writing.

Ddlg kink.

Rape.

Anything that doesn’t involve consent it doesn’t matter what it is.

Really big age gaps like 20 years.

Spitting in someone else’s mouth.

Things I am comfortable writing. ( kink wise I guess.)

Dom sub relationship.

Being tied up.

Toys.

Degrading.

kinfe kink.

Handcuffs.

Gun kink.

Public sex.

Bdsm.

Spanking.

Choking.

Hair pulling.

I’ll basically whatever your dirty minds come up with unless told other wise.

Prompts.

Don’t make me take you home and punish you.

I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.

Your not going out In that outfit.

Don’t give me that look.

Would you just shut up and kiss me already?

Like what you see?

Try to stay quite, understnad?

We’re in public you know?

I didn’t know you were so sensitive.

Don’t be rough. There can’t be any marks!

I really don’t care. You still look hot, and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.

Are you sure? Because once I start I might not be able to stop.

Make me.

Stop teasing me so much.

Your in trouble now!

Take off your clothes.

First one to make noise loses.

Mine.

You know, you always look much better when I mark you up.

You look so good with my hand wrapped around your neck.

How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?

You look good all soaking wet.

Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.

If your going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.

I don’t care how good it feel. You better not cum till I tell you.

I bet you think your real cute, letting them out their hands all over you. Let’s see how cute you are when I get you home.

Touch yourself for me.

You want to have sex in a elevator? Challage excepted.

Why are you even wearing underwear? When you know I’ll tear it off anyway.

Since I’ve been good. It’s time I get a taste of you.

You wanna put what? Where?

Your ass or your breasts the choice is up to.

Show me how you play with yourself.

Using your teeth, is the the only way I’m granting you access tonight.

If you can’t sleep......how about we have sex?

Put that thing away!

If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god!

Tell me what you want.

Bite me! “ if you insist”

Could he make you feel as good as I do?

Your n not um, wearing a anything under that. Are you?

Are you trying to turn me on? Or are you just that oblivious?

You taste like fucking candy.

The only way your getting off is on my thigh.

You make a sound and it’s game over.

Just let me finish this level, and I swear I’ll go down on you so you cum like three times.

If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.

I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side and no one would notice.

I haven’t even touched you, and your this wet.

You’re mine! Got it?

I love it when you talk dirty.

I’ll let you do anything, just touch me now!

I told you stay still.

I’ll be quite, I promise.

Oh Just shut up and fuck me!

You feel so good!

I want you inside of me.

I think I lien you better with a gag in your mouth.

Perhaps I need to remind you of your place?

I think I’ve make my intentions clear.

Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.

I’d like to breed you. 

Don’t worry. I’ll take good care for you.

Come on. Take it all on your own like a good little pet.

Think you can handle that much?

Let me show you what happens to beats who don’t follow the rules.

How do you feel about two at once?

I want it to hurt.

Don’t tempt me.

I want your cock in my mouth.

Wanna join?

Don’t forget who you belong to.

Come to bed. I can’t sleep without your hips pressed against me.

The only thing hotter then you orgasming is your smile.

You don’t belong in my bed. You being on a magazine cover.

I can’t believe I found a women who can cook, as good as she fucks.

Where do you think your going? Your body is for my eyes only.

Beg.

I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.

I thought we agreed to share her.

It’s not my fault you keep turning me on.

Let me be your secret sin.

Looks like you had a bad day. Wanna take it out on me?

You know I get cranky, if I don’t get to eat you out atleast once a day!

You make fucking a religious experience.

Look at you. Stretched out and trembling.

If you want me like this your going to have to beg.

Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.

You don’t need to cover up the bruises and hickeys. I’d like everyone to know your mine.

How quickly can you come?

I don’t care what you do just fuck me!

I’ll just have to cum inside you then.

Stop dancing like that, or I’m going to cum in my pants

You can’t tease me like that, and expect not to get punished.

We’ve been at it like rappits and your still horny?

Did you just look at me up and down, and bite your lip? Cause I’d you did. We are having sex right now!

Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that stunt you just pulled.

God damn it! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.

If I have to pull over you won’t be able to walk for the next week.

Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig your nails into my back.

I’m going to remember this moment when I’m jerking off.

I bought a few pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?

Keep playing that video game. I want to see if you can keep focus while I suck your cock.

I took a few sexy photos. So you have something to masturbate to while I’m work.

Keep the lights on. I want to see your tits bounce up and down.

Don’t spend to much time on your hair. Cause I’m going to en yanking it soon.

Help me put the condom on. I want to feel your hands on me.

I looked at your naughty photos at work today. I couldn’t get rid of my hard on.

You’re to flexible for your own good.

I bought us a new Mattress. Since we wore out the old one.

If you keep fucking me this good. I’ll marry you.

I want you to be my wife. So I can do naughty things to for the rest of our life’s.

I love how the sexist women I’ve ever met, is my best friend to.

We’re the sexist couple I’ve ever seen.

I just showered but I don’t mind taking another one with you.

These are like smut challenges I guess.

Shower sex.

Striptease.

Threesome.

Phone sex.

Food.

Blindfolded.

Teasing only.

Blow job.

Dirty talk.

Places. ( which you can request also.)

Against a wall.

Dressing room.

The floor.

Kitchen table/counter.

In the shower/tub.

In a chair.

In a car.

In a pool or hot tub.

In the sea or on the beach.

In a closet.

Backstage

Movie theater.

Meadow of flowers.

On a plane.

On a train

Under the stars.

Besides a fire.

Other things I’ll write.

Werewolfxwho ever you choose.

Mafiaxwho ever you choose.

Vampirexwho ever you choose.

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Baby (Part 3)

Cole Sprouse x reader

Cole was doing everything to make it up to you but no matter how much he did, no matter how many times he apologized, you weren't ready to forgive him.

You knew it probably seemed like you were being sensitive or a baby but Cole promised to never name call you but that's exactly what he did for no reason. And you just couldn't forgive that. You didn't trust that he wouldn't do it again.

You had been in toxic relationships before and you knew if they are fine with calling you a name over nothing then they will just continue saying worse and worse names when they get mad. And you weren't about to be treated like that again.

Cole knew about some of your past relationships and he knew how you felt about name calling and yet he name called you. And he knew it was going to take a lot to fix what he did.

You had tried to leave the trip multiple times but Lili and Camila convinced you to stay since you weren't just Cole's girlfriend, you were friends with the cast.

Cole decided that he was going to pay for him and one other person to go zip lining. He knew Y/N couldn't resist going zip lining since it had always been on your bucket list.

Cole came inside and held up the tickets. "I just got a ticket for me and one of you guys to go zip lining. Who wants to come?"

Y/N looked at him when he said zip lining but then rolled her eyes. "Not it" you said annoyed and got up walking into the kitchen.

Cole was so confused since he knew how much she had always wanted to go zip lining. He walked into the kitchen. "Come on Y/N, you have always wanted to zip line"

You looked at him, "Yeah I have, but I don't want to go with you right now."

Cole sighed, "I can't believe I fucked up so much Y/N. I never meant to ever hurt you. I don't think you're a baby. I was just upset and it slipped out. If you really don't want to go with me, you can have the tickets and go with someone else" he sat the two tickets on the counter and walked out of the kitchen.

You looked at the tickets and grabbed them. You felt bad for taking the tickets but you knew Cole would never accept them back. You decided to go with Lili.

~After zip lining~

You had just had the best time of your life and you wanted to tell Cole everything until you remembered what happened. You sighed and decided you and Cole needed to work everything out. You loved him and he loved you and you knew he didn't mean to hurt you.

You quietly opened the door not knowing what the friend group was doing. Lili was still walking up to the house behind you. You heard Camila talking about something and you listened trying to hear what she was saying.

Camila-"God Y/N is such a slut. We all know she's just sleeping with Cole for his money. I mean she took tickets he paid for and made Lili go instead of him. Like who the fuck does that? And I feel so bad since Cole seems to really love that bitch."

You opened the door fully with tears running down your tears. You saw Camila talking to Charles and Kj. "That's how you guys see me? As a gold digger slut?"

Camila turned around and saw Y/N. "I didn't know you guys were home yet....."

Y/N shaked her head and wiped her tears. "I'm so done with all of this fake shit. All of you pretended to be my friends when all this time you thought I was just using Cole?"

Cole walked downstairs and saw you crying and Camila. "Hey Y/N, what's wrong? What happened?"

You ran upstairs past Cole and ran into the Camila's and your room. You start packing everything. You didn't want to be here with Cole and all of his fake friends.

Cole ran after you. "Y/N what happened? Why are you crying?"

You look at him wiping your tears. "I'm leaving. I can't be here Cole. I should have never came. This are your friends not mine."

Cole shakes his head. "No Y/N, the cast loves you."

"No they think I'm just a slut who's using you for money" more tears ran down your face.

"Who said that-" he stops himself from talking and just hugs you. "I know you're not a gold digger Y/N. I love you and I know you love me too. Who ever said that doesn't know the real you."

You just hugged him not saying anything.

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Comment down below if you want a part 4! Will you leave? Why would Camila say that? Are you a gold digger?

[roseelise]

In her arms // Cole Sprouse

Reposting all my writings from @r0s3mm, my main blog, it is not stolen or plagiarized. All my works on my masterlist are main unless stated otherwise. 

Hello! Welcome to 2-h, the back up account of @r0s3mm, I’ll be posting my works on here too until (hopefully) my blog gets restored and if not this will become my main blog. 

Pairing: Cole Sprouse x reader

Word Count: 1139 (look how short wow omg)

Author’s note/warnings: none it’s pure fluff 

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“Are you there yet ?” His voice rang through the speaker.

"I’m almost there Dylan, what about Cole ?“ "Look at you all worried for him-” “Ah stop it ! I just wanna make sure nobody ruin my surprise.” "Yes. He made it here an hour ago. He doesn’t suspect anything.“ "Nice, thank you again for flying me out !” "What wouldn’t I do for love ?“

"Please remind me to pay you back.” She said turning the corner of their street. “(Y/n) don’t worry. I insisted, it wasn’t a long flight.” "Still I wouldn’t have been able to see him if it wasn’t for you.“ "He’s your boyfriend stop that, you would’ve seen him either way. Where are you now ?” "Front of the house. I just parked.“

She stepped out of her car and looked at Melanie’s house. It hasn’t changed. She thought to herself as she took her bags out.

When she rang the door, she heard quick steps and then the door opened on a breathless Dylan.

"I guess you’re happy to see me …?"

"Yeah sure. Not that I had to race Cole to the door.” He said hugging his friend. “Where is he ?” She whispered. "Downstairs. Mom’s in the kitchen.” After letting her bags near the stairs she joined Melanie in the kitchen to greet her. "Hi ?!” She greeted the host. “(Y/n) ! Hi ! How are you doing ?” She asked the young woman. "I’m good. Thank you for letting me stay here for a couple days.“ "No worries, I’ve missed you, it’s been a few months.” "Yes it has. I had a crazy schedule with school and all.“ She said pulling herself a chair.

After a few minutes of chitchat, Dylan texted her to remind her of why she was here in the first place.

~ I know mom and you are good friends, but Cole is falling asleep.~

Fuck it. She’ll see him later.

~ Let him sleep, he needs it. I’ll sneak in later.~ ~Alright, he’s going in the living room.~

She kept talking with Melanie with Dylan who showed up after their exchanges and suddenly her phone rang.

"It’s him, he’s facetiming me.” Her head shot up from her phone. "Answer.“ Dylan said. ”Hi babe !“ She said making sure the wall behind her didn’t reveal anything. ”Hey, where are you ?“ He asked his face resting against the cushion of the couch. ”I’m at a friend’s. Doing homework !“ ”Oh, that sucks. I miss you.“ ”I miss you too baby, what’s up ?” "Nothing just wanted to see what you were up to.“ ”Alright, what are you doing ?“ ”Resting I’m not feeling really well.“ ”What do you got ?“ ”Headache.“ ”Oh, how’s everyone?“ ”Mom’s ok and Dylan too I guess.“ ”You guess ?“ He shrugged and they kept talking about everything until Cole’s eyes couldn’t stay open. ”Cole go to sleep, you’re falling asleep in my face.“ ”But I don’t want to leave you.“ ”I won’t move and when you wake up we’ll talk. I’m not far.“ ”Yes you are. I miss you (y/n)“ ”I miss you too my love now go rest and I’ll be here when you’ll wake up.“

Waiting for him to be fully asleep, she read a bit and unpacked her stuff in Cole’s childhood room. "I’ll go check on him.” She informed her boyfriend’s mom.

She smiled softly at her and left without another word. The couch was quite large and she was able to squeeze against her boyfriend’s chest. Eyes roaming his face for any sign that he was waking up, she knew he was a heavy sleeper when he was sick so she didn’t really worried. The dark haired man’s body stiffen and she stopped any movement.

He took in a deep breath, inhaling her scent, his whole body relaxed and his head found its place in the crook of her neck where his lips placed a gentle kiss. He hadn’t woken up.

While in his head, he was dreaming, a wonderful dream where his girl, after three long months, was back in his arms. She would lay next to him in the grass, her (y/h/c) splayed across his lower body as her head would rest against his chest. Face toward him, he would get his camera out and take a few dozens pictures of her. Her (y/e/c) shining, screaming the three words they haven’t said yet.

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It was a memory. Their third date, he had taken her near a small lake and they had learned to know each other as more than long time friends, lovers, that’s what they were now.

After a few minutes that turned into an hour, she was still looking at her masterpiece of boyfriend and brushed a single hair strand away from his face. She noticed that the root of his hair had gotten a bit lighter.

She cupped his face when she felt his arm sneak behind her back and pulling her closer to him. If it was possible. She felt his thumb drawing circles on her back and shivers went down her spine when she felt a hot breath against her neck. Both of their bodies pressed against the other, arms tightly wrapped around each other.

She laughed softly when she heard a relieved sigh escape his lips. She pulled away enough to see his pretty face. "Hi,“ he opened his eyes slowly and realised that she was here, for real. "You’re here.” His voice was raspy from sleep.

She nodded and let his lips kiss the tip of her nose, then her forehead and then, he placed the softest kiss on her lips, barely brushing against each other. After three months, many mornings dreaming she came to see him, she was here, with him, in his arms.

"I love you.“ He said against her lips. "I love you.” She whispered, a smile dancing on their lips.

Every time those three words were whispered; they would act as if it was their most precious secret. But everyone who saw them knew that these two were meant to be. That is what was happening when Melanie Wright walked in her living room and stopped when her eyes landed on the young people laying on her sofa.

Eyes locked in each other’s whispering sweet nothings. Her son who was normally joking around and let’s be honest, loud, most of the time. Laid, eyes glassy from sleep, arms wrapped tightly around the girl who she hoped, she would get to call her, her daughter one day, a big smile on their lips, it was like the world stopped around them. Both in their most vulnerable place. What she didn’t know was that the sweet words they were exchanging, would change their life forever.

"I love you.“ He repeated to his now, fiancée.

[ewwhothefuckiski]

Life Support- Cole Sprouse

Chapter Two

Summary: Cole and Lana grew up together, they were best friends since kindergarten, inseparable. As they grew older, their feelings for each other developed to a new kind of love. When Lana finally told Cole how she truly felt, he was overjoyed. He loved her as much as she loved him. But, he had just signed a contract to play Jughead on Riverdale. After the day he left, she was blocked on all Social media and he never answered her texts or calls. Lana was devastated. When Cole comes back a year later, will they rekindle their love?

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A/N: I hope y'all enjoy lol💜

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The whole way to the airport, Lana felt like her head was going to explode. She couldn't quite process the simple fact that Cole was coming home. Or maybe it was the fact that he claimed to miss her. In all honesty, she didn't know how to feel about her long lost lover coming home. Her heart was beating abnormally fast and her hands were shaking. Her anxiety was through the fucking roof. Does he truly want to see me? She wondered, looking out the car window. And if he does, why did he completely cut me out? Her mind continued to race with "what if's" the rest of that 3 hour drive.

Meanwhile, Cole was going through a similar process as the plane started to land. His heart was racing, palms sweating, he was scared. He didn't know if Lana would even want to look at him. He couldn't even bring himself to imagine her not wanting to see him. It hurt too much. He knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn't help but hold on to that little bit of hope, those little tiny "what if's".

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Lana's mother had to drag her out of the car when they reached the airport. Lana couldn't bring herself to leave the car. He was quite literally minutes away. Her nerves were shot as they pushed their way through the crowd. They stopped near his gate and started searching the crowd for that oh so familiar face. Lana was frantically searching through heads, heart stopping every time she seen a raven haired boy. About five minutes later, Lana saw him. Before her mind could even comprehend what was happening, her legs were moving, and she was running towards him. Cole's head snapped up, his eyes meeting hers. Cole dropped his luggage and ran to the girl. They met halfway, and Lana was jumping into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. Both of their hearts swelled, finally being reunited with their other half. Lana sobbed into his shoulder, unable to contain her emotions. "Lana." Cole breathed, still trying to process that she was here, in his arms.

"Cole." She sobbed, her fingers finding their way into his hair, combing softly through it as she cried. They stayed there, just like that, for what felt like forever, until Lana finally untangled herself from him. Cole reluctantly pulled away, not quite ready to let her go yet. "I missed you so so much Lana." Cole whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Lana felt like a school girl again when the butterflies erupted in her stomach. "I missed you too." She whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. Lana looked into his green eyes, searching for any signs that he was lying, that he didn't actually miss her, but only found pure love and adoration. "Why didn't you call me?" She asked, taking a step back.

Cole took a deep breath and ran both his hands through his hair. He chuckled nervously, fear racking through his body. "Believe it or not it was to protect you." Lana scoffed and crossed her arms. "From what Cole? What could have been so bad that you had to cut me out of your life?"

"I knew you didn't like being in the spotlight, and with me becoming famous, I didn't want you to feel pressured into anything, and I didn't want anyone to attack you or-" Lana cut him off with a dry laugh. "Don't you think that's my choice?" She asked him, anger building up inside of her. Cole was taken aback by her temper. She had never gotten angry with him before. "W-What?" Lana took a step closer to him. She was seething. "Don't. You. Think. That's. My. Choice." She pronounced each word slowly, making sure he got the message. Cole sighed in defeat. She was right. She's always right.

"I'm sorry." He confessed, looking down at his shoes. When Lana didn't respond, he turned around and retrieved his luggage. He walked past Lana, sparing her one last glance, hoping she would say something, and then continued on to the rest of the Del Rey family.

Lana may have seemed tough on the outside, but on the inside, she was falling apart. She was yearning to be in his arms again, but she had to protect herself. There wasn't a way in hell she would forgive him so easily, no matter how much she wanted to. She watched as he interacted with her family, wishing that he wouldn't have left in the first place. They could have been together, but he left. She immediately felt guilty for thinking that and walked up to her family.

After a short greeting, The Del Reys led Cole to their car. As they were walking, Madison leaned over to Cole. "You're in deep shit." She whispered. Cole sighed and ran a hand through his floppy hair. "I know Mads, what should I do." Madison paused for a moment, thinking. "Talk to her." She finally said looking up at the boy who was like her older brother. "She won't even look at me." He whispered, glancing at Lana. She held her gaze straight ahead of her, never looking at him. Madison grinned before shouting "I call shot gun!" Lana groaned and tried to complain to her mother, but didn't get any response. Cole grinned at the younger Del Rey, silently mouthing "Thank You."

Madison nodded and ran to the front seat. Lana reluctantly trudged to the back seat, not looking forward to this awkward car ride. Cole quickly loaded his baggage into the trunk and rushed over to the backseat. He pulled himself into the small space, making sure to sit in the middle. He put his backpack on the seat next to him and turned to Lana. "Lana, please say something." He whispered, praying she would say something, anything. Lana's heart dropped when she heard his desperate tone of his voice. She could tell he was sorry, but she was stubborn.

Cole sighed and leaned back against his seat. "Always so stubborn. Do you remember when you almost didn't go to Six Flags because you didn't want your hair to friz up from the heat?" Lana couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped her lips. The memory was one of her favorites, Cole literally sprayed her hair with water after every ride. He was always so thoughtful. A small smile formed on the boys lips, he knew he could get her to talk to him, he's only had 13 years of experience with her. Lana finally looked up at Cole, meeting his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered, eyes never leaving his. Cole grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers. When she didn't pull away, he answered her question. "Because if I called you before I did, I knew I wouldn't be able to do it. I just wanted to protect you." Lana knew he was telling the truth. She felt it in her heart.

"I want to be a part of your life Cole, all of it. Fame and all." Coles eyes widened.

"You'd do that for me?"

Lana nodded and squeezed his hand. "I'd do anything to keep you in my life." Cole smiled brightly and leaned down, pressing a tender kiss on her lips. She kissed him back, tasting his minty breath, finally content. When Cole pulled away, he had one last question. "Does this mean you forgive me?"

Lana laughed lightly, patting the boys cheek. "No way in hell am I going to forgive you that easily, but I understand why you did it." She placed her head on Coles shoulder, letting her eyes close. Cole placed his head on top of hers, closing his eyes as well. They both ended up falling asleep, completely intertwined with each other, the rest of the ride to the rest of their lives.