#cole sprouse one shot

[ysuftswift]

i know the end — Part 1 coming tomorrow!

Betty Cooper is struggling to solve her first real case as a detective. With little authority over her branch, she calls in help in order to figure out where to go from what little evidence she has. Over the course of solving a murder no one ever saw coming, she grows closer with her partner, and truly begins to find herself.

Sneak peek into the first part:

Jughead sat in his car staring at the police station. The building was made of brick, weathered down and fading from what he assumed was a red to a murky brown. The sky was covered in a thick blanket of clouds, casting the small town in a grey glow that gave you a headache. He couldn't bring himself to move, too worried his feet were unable to carry his body to the door.

Four years he was head homicide detective in Brooklyn. It became consistent, things he had seen at least once a week. He wasn't sure what he was walking into now, but he was certain it wasn't his usual. The town was tight-knit. Any crime requiring a detective in a place like this had to be insane enough to convince them to allow a rando in.

Another minute passed by and the clouds gave way to a steady drizzle. It was then he finally emerged and willed his body towards the small station.

The door creaked as he pulled it open, and heads turned from every direction making him gulp down the saliva that pooled on his tongue. Beady eyes made sure to stay unmoved even as the door slammed shut behind him, seeming to almost shake the whole building.

"I'm, uh..." He cleared his throat when it came out weak, hiding his hands in his pockets. "I'm looking for Detective Cooper?"

"Right here," a woman called from his right. His head turned slowly, coming into contact with a blonde standing by the door of an office. "We can talk in here."

She held the door open with her body as he crossed through the station. The few sheriff's kept their eyes on him, running them up and down his body, creating an inventory of him just in case.

He nodded his head respectfully towards the blonde and shook her hand before walking past her into the office. "Thank you for coming," she said once the door was shut. She glanced through the glance of the windows before closing all the blinds. "I apologize for everyone staring. We don't have visitors very often."

"Who did I speak with on the phone?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I remember speaking to a man — no offense."

"No, I—I understand," she assured, biting her lip. "That was deliberate. You spoke to my friend, Archie Andrews. I thought if you spoke to a guy, you would be more inclined to come out here and help."

"If it was up to me, it wouldn't have mattered who called," he shrugged. "I was sent by my boss."

"Then I assumed he would be more inclined," she corrected, smoothing her hands down her stomach. "I don't have much credibility around here. I just filled the position five months ago after my dad passed. They're crying nepotism, which is understandable, but I was the only certified person on the squad to be a detective. I went to school for this job."

"I understand being seen as unqualified," he promised, licking his lips. "Why did you need me?"

"Right," she exhaled. She brushed hair out of her face and sat down at her desk, motioning for him to do the same across from her. "There's been a murder and... I have no one to tell me how I'm supposed to take care of it."

"I thought you went to school for this?"

"I did, I have a bachelor's in criminology, but I can't do this alone. I don't even have authority over the ME at the hospital, he won't listen. It may be the 21st-century but this town thrives off of old-fashioned ways. It doesn't help either that everyone that lives and works in this town also grew up here so everyone has an opinion of everyone else already."

He wiped a hand down his face, sitting up straighter. "So you called me in here because you're having trouble asserting authority over your district?"

"Yes, but—"

"This is a huge waste of my time," he huffed, standing up quickly. "I have actual cases I need to be assessing back in Brooklyn."

"No. Wait!" she called, following him through the precinct and out the door. "You have to help me!"

"Why should I?" he shouted from his car as she stayed under the awning out of the rain. "Give me a damn good reason because this is an insult to what I do."

She huffed, tucking hair behind her ears. "I don't have a reason! The whole case is a reason! She was seventeen, still in high school. Good grades, lots of friends, a boyfriend. She's not just a girl who gets murdered! No one gets murdered here!"

"Seems like you're good at this. Why do you need me?" he asked, punctuating each word.

"I just do, okay? Please," she begged weakly. "I'm not going to get anywhere by myself."

[mafaldaknows]

“We trade trauma for wisdom…it deepens our eyes.”

Cole Sprouse

Listen to what he says about our culture of sensationalism at around the 24:20 mark and consider the damage that specific mentality of extremes has caused many innocent people in the entertainment industry via celebrity gossip news and social media.

It seems that few people these days are interested in knowing the human being behind the famous name; they want to know only about the paragons of virtue and the absolute monsters, so that’s what celebrity gossip gives them, with no room whatsoever for anything in between those two extremes.

Listen also to what he says about custody with regard to his parents. Sometimes it’s the fathers who are better equipped mentally and emotionally to raise children.

Ignore this sensationalist headline, ignore the previous weird interview elsewhere in which he smokes a cigarette indoors, and all that sort of nonsense. Give Cole Sprouse a shot at convincing you that he’s one of the most insightful and thought-provoking people who’s ever sat down for a conversation with Steven Bartlett on Diary of a CEO.

[uglygirlstatus]

🎧 :)

listen. Even if you’re a Riverdale hater who has never seen Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I implore you to give this one a shot.

[carterreviewsmovies]

Big Daddy (1999) Review

Big Daddy Directed by Dennis Dugan

Year Released: 1999 Duration: 93 Minutes Filming Format: 35mm Video: Colour Audio: Dolby 2.0 Surround Language: English Aspect Ratio: 1.85:1 Joey Lauren Adams Marathon 1/3

Adam Sandler's 1999 film, Big Daddy, tells the story of Sonny Koufax (Adam Sandler), a law school dropout, living in comfort on the settlement money he had earned a year prior (due to an altercation with a taxicab). Life is drastically changed for Sonny when a boy named Julian (Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse) is dropped at his door. The child turns out to be the illegitimate son of Sonny's roommate Kevin Garrity (Jon Stewart) who is away on business in China. In a convoluted scheme to prove he is responsible to his girlfriend, Sonny decides to pose as Kevin to social services, caring for the child himself.

Sonny begins by allowing Julian to make his own decisions such as picking his clothing, what he eats, when he sleeps, etc. While this parenting method makes Julian happy, it quickly unravels once he is enrolled in school. The teacher quickly complains about Julian’s lack of progress, personal hygiene, fashion sense, and tendency to relieve himself on the walls or in potted plants. Finally grasping the severity of the situation, Sonny makes a change with the aide of Layla (Joey Lauren Adams) in raising Julian. The hard work put into both Julian’s development and Sonny's maturing as an adult is soon tested when social services begin to ask questions regarding Sonny's true identity.

While Big Daddy did not perform as well with critics as its preceding films (Roger Ebert gave the film one and a half stars out of four), it is a turning point in Sandler's career. Once known for his raunchy, nonsensical, and abrasive comedy, we now see a softer side to Sandler's character. We see a man who wants to change, a man who deep down craves responsibility and leaves behind his younger years of partying for something more meaningful.

The film also serves as, what I believe to be, a very important part of modern history in the terms of Hollywood's transition in accepting the LGBT community. Peter Dante and Allen Covert play two guys who were a part of Sonny's law school friend group. They, later on, discover their sexuality and are now in a relationship. While occasionally taking shots at their expense (in a good-hearted fashion) and Jonathan Loughran's character expressing visible discomfort, the film shows us men that are willing to at least try to understand. Sonny at one point explains to Layla "Nothing really changed, we just watch a different kind of porno now." This line drives across the main theme of love the film presents. In a notoriously misogynistic, prejudiced industry, we have one of the world's most popular comedians exclaiming it doesn't matter who you love, and that acceptance and caring are learned virtues that can be attained as long as you're willing to be open-minded.

At times the jumps from humour to sentimentality can be jarring but I feel it works in favour of the film. The transition of emotions is messy, but so is raising a child. It's messy, chaotic, confusing, and overwhelming. Sometimes things don't make sense but things will work out if you persist in your love for your child, partner, or friend.

Overall one of my favourites of Sandler's 90s movie run, ranking close to Billy Maddison. Sandler in his earlier years is obsessed with the theme of having to grow up and he has somewhat manifested this theme in his own life. We all know and love the goofy SNL era of Adam Sandler, many of us even love his raunchy later-in-life comedies like Grown Ups (mostly for nostalgia's sake), and we get to see him as a mature actor now in films like Punch Drunk Love and Uncut Gems.

-- Carter

[zumpietoo]

Whyyyyy....it sounds as if Daddy WON’T have to take a job scrubbing toilets, after all, hmmm??

SUCK IT BB/GG!!!

[sprouseandall]

𝒀𝒆𝒉 𝑫𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏.

Prologue

Back in my country, India, during festivities the whole family and relatives along with friends would gather to celebrate and karaoke with old Bollywood Hindi songs.

So maybe it's safe to say ever since I was little, I've had a thing for music just like my parents.

One of my faintest memories of my childhood is from when I was two years old, jumping up and down on the bed to the beats coming from our CD player speaker. I don't ask me the name of that English song because I don't remember it now.

When I turned ten my parents surprised me with a guitar and then it was impossible to separate me from it. Playing guitar became a soothing hobby, it became a way of life; when I was upset or frustrated about something that happened in school, my fingers found themselves on the strings.

I never thought I am capable of writing songs of my own but as they say "you wouldn't know 'til you try" so one night of April 2015 I got so inspired by Taylor Swift, I shot up straight from my bed and grabbed a cute notepad to scribble down whatever I could think of. What did you think? Did some genius idea came into the head of a 12 year old? It did! But not that night, kinda two weeks later after so many efforts but it was worth it.

It was a Saturday afternoon when I taking a shower humming random lines when an original line popped into my head, repeating those words throughout the bath I rushed out of the bathroom, picked up my notepad and started writing. Drop by drop turns into an ocean and that's what happened with me, I wrote my first ever song within 43 minutes! I couldn't believe it. Tears filled my eyes and screaming and jumping in joy. Thank goodness I had wearied my clothes or a towel would've fell off my body.

At that moment I realized this is what I wanna do: become a singer. Nothing else can make me feel so happy and alive. I surprised my parents with this news with a new song dedicated to my mother on her birthday in October. My mom got emotional and was super proud because I finished my song with final strum in my guitar, she stood from the sofa and made me leap into her arms. Everything in that moment was perfect, her peppering with kisses on my cheeks, papa giving me a pat on my back with our friends and family clapping in the background along with fancy lights making it all so much beautiful.

So the only secret I kept from my parents was revealed and I thought my future was settled but if the things would go my way and the happiness is meant to stay then it wouldn't be my life.

A/n: Omg! I'm so excited for this story and I can't wait to see where it goes and I hope you guys like it. Like, Reblog or comment will be really appreciated. The star of story and this book: Mr. Cole Sprouse will make his debut in chapter one! Like my story masterlist to catch up with weekly updates and to find all the chapters in one place.

The for reading! Have a wonderful day.

[mad-made]

1/10/23

Tonight, after eating a banging dinner of tofu and rice, my beautiful girlfriend Azaria said to me "I found my Tumblr the other day."

This small phrase was uttered randomly, out of nowhere, while we were setting up to watch Masterchef - not the most recent season, but the one before. And thus our night went down a path we didn't expect. Azaria showed me her pristine Tumblr, a beautiful mix of Hadid and Jenner sisters, Zendaya, Selena Gomez and a million other shots of beautiful 2016 stunners. The only person of the opposite sex she reblogged was Cole Sprouse. It was a perfect look into the mind of a younger Za, one that I never knew.

We laughed about how it read very - 19 year old Queer Gal. We spoke about how we both were on Tumblr last, as a closeted Queer person. It's had me thinking how Tumblr was such a visual expression of who we all were. We stayed up well into the early hours of the morning glued to our laptops, reblogging anything that tickled our teenage fancy.

When I logged into mine, I found a diary I had been keeping on Tumblr. I was surprised to re-read my own words and realise, I wasn't a bad writer, actually. I love the way pictures can tell a story, and I love that Tumblr allowed us to collect all the things that inspired us in one vision board.

I'm going to try and start again now, in a new chapter of my life. No longer the closeted teen queer gal, but as an out and proud Queer person who lives such a wonderful life. I'll be posting test posts (like this one), Pictures of my life and of course, reblogging any picture that tickles my fancy. Can't wait to capture the visual expression of who I am now.

-Mads.

[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.

[xlijahsgirl]

Advent Calendar - Jughead Jones

In this series, it is gonna be about Jughead surprising the reader every day with something until Christmas. 

Part 1         Part 13

Part 2         Part 14

Part 3         Part 15

Part 4         Part 16

Part 5         Part 17

Part 6         Part 18

Part 7         Part 19

Part 8         Part 20

Part 9         Part 21

Part 10       Part 22

Part 11       Part 23

Part 12       Part 24

Merry Christmas!

[serpentjuggje]

My loser - Jughead x Reader

Request: Hi! Can you do a story in which the reader is Reggie's girlfriend but she and Jughead get along really well outside of school and Reggie gets jealous and keeps picking on Jughead? Reader gets upset at all the bullying and ends up kissing Jughead to prove that he matters to her and the kiss gets passionate and she ends up with him? I know it's a long explanation, sorry 🙈 . I love your writing! ❤️❤️

A/N: Thank you for this requests! I took a break from writing so I'm so sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless:)

Warnings: Some swearing and violence.

Word count: 1'470

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"Hey babe wanna come round tonight?" Your bo yfriend of 6 months, Reggie, asked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, whilst resting against the locker beside yours, cornering you with his large frame. "I can't I'm sorry Reg, I'm busy." You told him apologetically, placing a small hand onto his chest. He folded him arms, causing you to remove your hand. "Oh, why?" He questioned. You wondered why he had to know so urgently. "I told Jug I'd meet him at Pops at help him with his novel." You informed him. You kinda hoped he wouldn't asked, as Reggie hated your friend Jughead. Reggie scoffed and rolled his eyes, making you somewhat angry. "That loser?" He said rudely. "Wouldn't you much rather be with your loving boyfriend?" He moved a step closer to you and wrapped a strand of your hair around his index finger, twirling it around in an attempt to be seductive. You shook your head. "He's my friend Reg, you know that." You stated. "And I've never been one to back out of plans." Reggie sighed in defeat, looking agitated. "Fine, but it's your loss sweet cheeks." And with that he turned and sprinted towards his jock friends that you never really had any like for. You grabbed your folder from your locker before closing it and walking the opposite direction. Reggie could often be moody, it was something you had grown quite used to. He knew that Jughead was your friend, but more recently the two of you had begun to spend more time together, investigating and discussing the murder of the late Jason Blossom. This turned Reggie into the jealous boyfriend you never wanted him to be, however he had always been so good at hiding it.

The hot chocolate before you warmed your shivering frame as you sat with it between your hands. Jughead typed away on his laptop, and you watched as his lanky fingers hit each key with such precision. The two of you were currently discussing the topic of Jason Blossom's murder, and throwing around suspects. "Maybe it was someone on the football team?" Jughead joked. "I mean, Jason was captain, and some of those boneheads would do anything for that title." You chuckled at his comment. "Speaking of boneheads" he begun "how's Reggie?" You rolled your eyes at his accusations but replied: "He's good." Jughead and Reggie did not get on. On many occasions Reggie was rude to Jughead, but Jug just brushed it off, and you knew he wasn't always like that, especially not with you. He was the sweetest guy when he was alone with you, he just acted different in front of the other 'bone heads'.

Your phone vibrated on the table, snapping you from your train of thought. "Speak of the devil." Jug mumbled, and started to type once again. You untangled your hands from the hot chocolate mug and swept up your phone to see the text.

Reggie: 'Hope you're having a good time with Suicide Squad. I never see you anymore Y/N.'

You huffed in frustration. You really hated when Reggie disrespected Jughead. He was after all your best friend, and you wished Reggie could accept that. You typed a quick reply in apology, telling him you'd make it up to him, when Jug turned his attention back to you.

"Everything ok?" He asked, a look of concern laced into his featured. You smiled at him reassuringly. "Yeah, everything's fine." You lied. "Y/N I'm not stupid. Is Reggie bothering you about spending time with me?" He saw straight through your lies. You didn't reply, which Jughead assumed meant yes. "You don't have to spend time with me you know. I don't even know why you do, I'm a loser." He stated. You shook your head, hurt that he would even say something like that about himself. "Jug don't say that! You're my best friend and you make me happy, that's why I spend time with you." And it was true. A smile spread across his face and you knew that spending time with him was worth the hassle from Reggie.

You walked the halls at school by yourself the next day. You made your way into the student lounge to hear loud and testosterone laughs. You recognised one to be your boyfriend Reggie. "Stay away from my girlfriend." You heard. Oh god, this didn't sound good. You came upon the scene of Jughead resting against the vending machine coolly, and Reggie stood before his Jock friends who were seated on the couch. "On second thoughts, don't stay away from her. You're such a loser she would never be interested in you." You decided to step in. "Reg..." you began but he cut you off. "You can spend as much time with her as you like and she'd still only be there because she feels sorry for you."

The things Reggie was saying to your best friend made you see him in a different light. Jughead had done nothing to disrespect Reggie, and the things he was saying were not at all true, but it only got worse. "I know how obsessed you are with Jason Blossom's murder. I bet you did it didn't you. I don't want a creepy murderer hanging around my girl." Something snapped within you. Reggie hasn't even noticed you were in the room, but you stormed in front of him. "Oh here's the girl herself. Hey Y/N." he slung an arm over your shoulder but you threw it off. "You're such an asshole Reggie." You told him with a scoff. "We're over." Reggie's eyes flashed with hurt for one second, however quickly returned to his usual look of loathing towards Jug. You walked towards Jughead and linked your hand with his. "Come on Jug lets go."

The two of you began to walk out of the student lounge, when Reggie made a comment that made Jug's grip tighten almost painfully on your hand. "Fine Y/N. I only ever wanted to mess around with you and I got what I wanted." This caused Jug to lash out like you'd never seen before. He flung himself backwards, letting go of your hand, and firmly planted a hand against Reggie's face. You let out a gasp in shock at what had just happened. Reggie was pulling himself up from the ground, blood slowly dropping from his nose, and you pulled Jug from the room as quickly as you could, his face filled with anger and his frame shaking slightly. You'd never seen him like this.

The two of you didn't talk much at all until you arrived at Pops and slid into a booth in the corner. "I'm sorry." Jug muttered. Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Sorry? Jug you've nothing to be sorry for." You told him. He shook his head. "I just lost it back there, and I shouldn't have done because he isn't worth it." It was true. Reggie was not worth it, but you were somewhat touched that Jug would do something like that for you. "I'm sorry." You told him. He opened his mouth to question you but you interrupted him before he began. "I'm sorry that I let Reggie treat you like that and didn't do something about it sooner." Jughead placed him hand on top of yours, that was resting in your lap. "It's ok" he told you.

"No it isn't!" You insisted. "My boyfriend was an asshole and I was so caught up that I didn't realise." Part of you was sad that your relationship with Reggie was now over, but on the most part you were glad. Glad because you had finally seen his true colours. "You deserve so much better Y/N." he told you. You lifted your head and your eyes met his forest green ones in a short moment of bliss. You slowly lifted your hand to meet the side of his face, and before you knew what was happening, you leaned your face forwards until your lips collided with his. For a second he didn't kiss back, and you wondered if he didn't really feel that way for you, but then his hand laced round the back of your neck and pulled you closer, as his lips moved in sync with yours. You smiled into the kiss, relief washing over you. The kiss was short and sweet, until you pulled away and rested your forehead on his. "I need you Jug. Not him." And with that, Jughead's lips were on yours again, this time moving faster and more desperately. You soon realised where you were and pulled away with a giggle. You nestled your head into his chest and breathed in his scent. Happy. Happy because you were feeling what you had never been sure of with Reggie.

[its-me-im-coraline]

Cole Sprouse | Trust

Count of words: 733

Warnings: smut obvi…

A/N: so I’m weird and I had read this Liam Dunbur fanfic a while back so I decided to make them best friends and then it unfolds and BOOM!

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Hey could you do a ColexReader imagine. The reader haven’t had their first time so Cole teaches them everything. Only if you want to. Thank you 🤗

“What are you thinking about little one?” The boy, sitting across from her, asked from his comfortable place. 

“Not much,” his best friend answered truthfully. It was just one thought troubling her mind. 

Cole simply nodded, not going further with this conversation, not wanting to push her. If something bothered her, he would give her some time until she was ready to share. 

“Cole?!” She uttered suddenly, the boy turning his head to the side again, admiring the girl’s face. 

“Mhm” he hummed, waiting for her to continue, as he didn’t move his eyes From her lips. 

“I was thinking. You’ve had had sex before, I haven’t, and you know, someone’s virginity is something precious and I don’t believe there is anyone I trust more than you so-”

“ As long as you are ready little one, I’m willing to help,” Cole interrupted, catching up to what the girl was trying to say, smirking at her. 

Truth be told he was waiting for a chance with her, not necessarily in that area, but that was definitely not something he was going to complain about. 

“Really?!” The boy just nodded, smiling at the girl reassuringly. To say she was nervous was an understatement. 

She didn’t know how *this* all worked but she trusted Cole with her life and she knew he would be mindful with her. 

“Calm down, Y/N. No need to be like that… The whole point is to relax and enjoy yourself,” Cole explained noticing the girl’s nerves.

 “Here,” he offered some wine. 

“It won’t get you drunk, it is just going to help you relax a bit, OK?” 

“Thanks.” She said, blushing a but at his smile. 

“You know, you look beautiful. And you look so cute when you blush!” He complimented, the rose color of Y/N’s cheeks turning a deep shade of red. 

“Oh, fuck it,” he said, taking her glass away and smashing his lips to hers. 

It was the perfect moment, a kiss passionate and full of love. It was as if they finally confessed their feelings to one another. It wasn’t long before Cole made a further move, grabbing her by the waist and moving both of their bodies to the bed room. 

“There are some basics, to begin with.” He said. 

He wasn’t just going to take away her virginity but teach her things in the process. He kissed down her neck, leaving noticeable marks on the soft (shade) skin. Slowly he removed her shirt, while she swiftly removed his. 

“Needy! I like it!” Clothing was quick to become a burden and in just a few swiftly moves the only piece of clothing between the two were Cole’s boxer. 

“Now, you see. Every. Part. Of. Your. Body. Deserves. Attention. You. Are. So. Beautiful.” He informed, trailing his painless bruises down to her thighs. His hands traveled everywhere, making a manuscript of her body (a/n is it just me or did I just make a despacito reference?). 

His fingers were quick to move to her heat as they worked wanders. Originally one was placed inside of her, slowly, then quickly pumping in and out of her, until a second one was added. His digits were making her feel simply ecstatic, a feeling she never experienced before. Her moans were loud, expressive and somewhat rewarding for Cole. 

“Have you ever touched yourself, baby?” He asked, as mentioned previously, he wanted to teach her things.

 Her reply was breathy moan, the only answer she could muster I her current state. 

“Here, give me your hand,” he instructed removing his from her core and placing hers there. He showed her how to simply finger herself and she felt incredible. 

“Now, now. You can stop this so I can finish my lesson, young miss,” he exclaimed, suggestively.

 Not much needed to be said until the boy was no longer in his boxers and his hard member, covered in a condom, was being slammed inside the girl. It felt good, heavenly to be more accurate. It was simply explosive. The pair was a moaning mess, occasionally their names being heard as well as some inaudible swear words. The finish was not far away, as the two soon reach their highs, as they rode out of them together. 

“Thank you.” Y/N stated, her eyes closing slowly as a sweet slumber embraced her. 

“Anytime. I love you.”

 “I love you too.”

[fandomimaginestrash]

Better if I show you - Cole Sprouse x Reader (part 2)

A/N: (Wow, it’s been so long i’ve almost forgotten how to do this!) So once again i find myself apologising for my abscense. This is just a short little conclusion to Better if I show you (part 1). Enjoy! 

“So why did you bring me all the way out here?” You asked suspiciously, taking in the view. “Well I just though we, erm…” Cole stopped. You looked at him as if you were in a trance. “I guess I just thought maybe this would be a nice place for us to you know, sit and talk and… stuff”. His cheeks stared to go red. Nervously he ran a hand through his hair and began staring at the ground.

“So what is it you wanted to talk about?” You asked, sitting down on the grass. “Just stuff, you know” he replied, not quite knowing what to say. He sat down opposite you, becoming more and more nervous as the two of you sat in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence but it would have been better if one of you started talking. “So I…” Cole started. “I have…” you said at the same time. You both laughed. “You first” Cole insisted. “Okay,” you whispered suddenly feeling your face going red and your heart starting to race, “I guess what I was going to say is- ” you started to look around, too nervous to speak- “erm, yeah, just that I,” you mumbled the rest of your sentence under your breath. “You what?” he laughed.

You began to hope this whole thing was just a dream, unable to believe that the one thing you had hoped to say was too nerve-racking for you. You took a deep breath. Holding the breath in, your head started to race, if you didn’t speak soon you might pass out. “I love you” you exclaimed, letting out the breath. You smiled, having finally said the words. Once you had clocked Cole’s expression, your smile began to fade. Immediately you feared the worst, he didn’t feel the same way. You felt your heart stop beating.

This time, the silence was uncomfortable. A few minutes passed before Cole cleared his throat and finally spoke. “That’s,” he paused again, “It’s just,” he looked to the ground and sighed. Lifting his head, said six words. “I wanted to say that first.” Your eyes lit up as the words resonated in your head. He put his hands on your waist, pulling you in close and whispered “I love you too.” Then he kissed you like he never had before, full of passion and excitement.

[randomlycole]

Meeting Cole's mum be like:

Melanie: So, what are your interests, hunny?

Me: Your son in my room.

Melanie: What???

Me: The sun and the moon. Astreology.

[ysuftswift]

Come Back…Be Here

Jughead sighed as he sat down in his seat at the terminal, setting his chin in his hands. He wasn’t the only one going home. There were at least two dozen of them finally going home. All of them had been there for different amounts of time — some nine months, some twelve (like himself) other six.

Reggie sat down beside him and he clenched his jaw. “You’re going home right? After they kept you for months,” he chuckled and Jughead forced one of his own. He wasn’t interested in talking or comparing how long they’ve been deployed and who was going to have more sex or drink more beer.

He couldn’t get his mind off of finally getting to see Betty again. While deployed, he only got access to wifi a few times a month. And when he did, he and Betty took full advantage of it. They would talk for hours, even if everything they had to say was boring.

She always left him with a handful of pictures, too. There were some he could flaunt, some for himself. Over the course of the year, she had changed. The details were minor and normally he wouldn’t notice, but anytime he got to actually see her, he hyper-analyzed everything about her in an attempt to correct her vivid image in his head.

He hadn’t notice Reggie hadn’t said anything more to him after the few words they had exchanged. He had turned to the other guy sitting next to them and they were discussing the first things they were doing as soon as they landed.

Jughead didn’t land until late the next night. When he got home, he wasn’t doing much of anything besides a shower and sleep.

Available to read now on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad!

[storiesforallfandoms]

secrets ~ riverdale cast

word count: 2216

request?: yes!

“riverdale cast x fem! reader

the cast finds out readers secret boyfriend so after all the non-stop bugging she finally lets them meet him and he turns out to be Dansby Swanson

(Can Jordan & drew also be included, I feel like they don’t get enough love)”

description: in which she tries to keep her relationship a secret, but her co-stars find out

pairing: riverdale cast x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“What are you giggling about over there?”

I quickly clutched the screen of my phone against my chest as KJ’s head appeared over my shoulder. I glared at him through the mirror and saw that he had brought the attention of our other co-stars towards me.

“I saw a funny meme,” I told him. “Go away, your hair dye is killing my brain cells.”

He stuck his tongue out at me and I shoved him away before he got any ideas about licking my face or something. It’s happened before.

“I don’t know,” he said. “That didn’t sound like a meme giggle. That sounded like a text from a boy giggle.”

“How would you know what a boy giggle sounds like?” I countered.

“It’s how he sounds with Cole texts him,” Cami teased.

“Yeah, he sends me all sorts of flirty messages. I think we’re gonna be Riverdale’s next power couple, sorry Cam and Charles,” KJ called over his shoulder. Cami laughed while Charles flipped KJ off without looking up from his phone.

“Well this was a meme giggle,” I insisted. “Now go away, you smell.”

I could tell by the look on KJ’s face that he wasn’t going to drop this so easily, but for now he did as I asked.

Truthfully, my co-stars/friends were right. I was giggling because of a text sent to me by a boy, a boy I had been dating for nearly six months in fact. A boy that nobody in the cast knew about, and I wanted to keep it that way.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust the cast. They had basically become my family since I was hired onto Riverdale, especially Lili, Cami, and Madelaine. I had been brought onto the show midway through season two, but they all welcomed me with open arms and treated me as if I had been there since day one. I loved my castmates, but sometimes they were a little too much like family. And by that I mean they love to pry and embarrass me.

I wanted to tell them eventually that I had been seeing someone, but I wanted to make sure the relationship was going to last a while before I did. When I first met the cast, I had been dating someone for a short period of time and the resulting break up was not pretty. The cast immediately came to my side, comforting me and defending me against my ex, which I was grateful for, but when it came to showing interest in other guys, they went the complete opposite direction and would crowd me about it until they met the guy, then would be completely embarrassing. One time, while they were still dating, Lili and Cole ran into me on a date with someone and Cole decided to sit down and talk with us for nearly an hour straight, despite Lili having the sense to try and pull him away.

It’s safe to say the date did not last too long after that.

But this relationship felt different. This one felt real. I could see myself having a future with this guy even though we hadn’t been together all that long. I wasn’t sure if that’s how he felt or not, but I knew that’s how I felt. And I wanted to make sure the feeling was mutual before I brought him in to meet my second family.

One of the producers came to the room and knocked. He poked his head in and said, “We need the ladies on set in about five minutes.”

The four of us stood and followed the producer to set. Cami and Lili stood on either side of me and linked their arms through mine, while Madelaine, who was on Lili’s other side, linked her arms through Lili’s. It was a small hallway, so we had to squish together in our stance, but it was the way we always walked together. We were a unit, connected always.

“You know, (Y/N),” Madelaine said, “KJ wasn’t wrong. That giggle didn’t really sound like a meme giggle.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Not you guys, too. I saw a meme and I giggled. Let it go!”

“Okay, sure, you saw a meme,” Lili said with a shrug. “Or maybe a guy was texting you? A guy you have romantic interest in?”

“A guy who sent you a meme?” Cami suggested, wiggling her eyebrow in a goofy way.

I sighed and shook my head. I wasn’t gonna get away from this, I knew that. I may as well suck it up and get it out there. “Okay, yeah, fine. I was...I was texting a guy.”

The girls squealed with excitement and crowded closer to me. I stopped walking long enough to push them away for my space before continuing to follow the producer onto set.

“See, this is why I didn’t wanna tell you guys,” I said. “I don’t want anyone making a big deal about it right now.”

“Making a big deal out of what?” Jordan asked. He, Drew, and Cole were already on set for part of the scene we were filming.

“(Y/N) has a boyfriend!” Madelaine proclaimed excitedly. All three guys looked at me with wide eyes and opened their mouths to start talking. I put a hand up to stop them, which worked, luckily.

“Another reason I didn’t want to tell you,” I muttered. “That’s sort of my thing to tell people, Mads.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just excited for you!” she said.

I softened a bit and smiled at her. “I appreciate that. I appreciate all of you guys, really. I just don’t want this to be a big deal. It’s just a relationship.”

“But are you happy in this relationship?” Lili asked. “Does he make you happy?”

I could feel my heart racing at just the thought of this guy. I tried to contain the smile on my face, but it stretched so wide that it hurt my cheeks. The girls were around me again, pulling me into a group hug of excitement.

“He’s so sweet,” I told them. “He’s kind, and he’s caring, and he’s damn fine to look at.”

“All fantastic qualities,” Cami said with a wink.

“I just don’t want to rush things to introduce him to you guys too soon into the relationship. I want to make sure he’s in it for the long haul, you know.”

All three of them smiled at me. “We get it,” Lili said. “We promise we won’t make a big deal about it until you want us to.”

I smiled gratefully at them. “Thank you guys.”

~~~~~~

I thought over everyone knowing about my boyfriend for some time. I found myself debating on bringing him to set, or just introducing him to the girls and waiting a bit more before bringing him in to meet everyone.

Finally, on one of our last days shooting the season, I decided to bring him in to meet everyone.

I was incredibly nervous the entire ride to set. I had him drive because I knew my focus would not be on the road, which was extremely dangerous. I was sat in the passenger seat, my legs bobbing with anxiety. He reached over and put a hand on my knee, effectively stopping my jumping legs.

“It’ll be okay, babe,” he told me. “Whatever they think of me, I’ll take it.”

“It’s not what they think about you,” I told him. “It’s what you think of me after they’ve annoyed the living hell out of you.”

He chuckled, a beautiful tune that I grew accustomed to hearing as of late. “Nothing they could say or do is going to make me not want to be with you anymore. They’re like your family, and families are supposed to embarrass family.”

I smiled and put my hand on top of his, giving it a slight squeeze. “You’re too good to be true. I’m waiting for your fatal flaw to show up.”

He chuckled. “I snore, I think that’s it.”

We arrived to set and a new set of nerves grew in my stomach. I passed through security and we parked in the CW lot. As we made our way into the studio, I took his hand in mine. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, and I took a deep breath. It was now or never.

We walked to the green room where everyone was usually hanging out until their call times. I could already hear the commotion of my castmates through the closed door. I was starting to regret this decision, but there was no turning back now.

I turned to look at him. “Wait here just a second.”

He nodded. I reluctantly let go of his hand and turned to the door. I put my hand out to the knob, hesitated a moment, then pulled the door open.

The attention immediately turned to me the moment I opened the door. Numerous greetings rang out from everyone in a cacophony of noise. I awkwardly chuckled and waved at everyone.

“Hey guys,” I started. “Listen, I brought someone to set for you guys to meet. He’s kind of important to me, so please be on your best behavior.”

“He?” Casey repeated. “Is this the mysterious boyfriend you’ve mentioned?”

I shot him a look. “Yes, it is him. Again, best behavior. You guys gotta promise or else I won’t bring him in.”

A chorus of “we promise” followed. I knew it was a hollow promise, but at least they were going to try. Maybe.

“Okay. Well, everyone, I want you to meet my boyfriend.” I pushed the door open more to reveal the man standing behind it. “Dansby.”

The room was silent for a moment. Everyone looked at Dansby in astonishment, as if they were trying to figure out if he was real or not. Charles was the first out of his seat and approaching the two of us, his excitement bursting out of him.

“No fucking way!” he exclaimed. “Dansby Swanson? As in shortstop for the Atlanta Braves of Major Dansby Swanson?!”

Dansby chuckled. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“No way!” Drew repeated, the next one up to greet Dansby. “Dude, I’ve seen you play like a dozen times. I’ve been to so many of your games. You’re amazing!”

“Thanks,” Dansby said. “It’s a lot of training, and a lot of errors along the way.”

The rest of the cast was getting up to meet Dansby. They all seemed to be in a state of shock, even some of the members I knew had no idea why Dansby was so important to the sport lovers. They crowded around us, trying to shake hands with the big baseball star I had brought along with me.

I felt someone grab my arm and pull me through the crowd. We were a safe distance away from everyone when I realized it was Lili.

“How the hell did you start dating Dansby Swanson?” she asked me.

“I didn’t think you knew who he was,” I said with a slight laugh.

“I don’t really. I’ve just watched games with Cole, Dylan, and their dad. It’s like men retain knowledge about every sport and every player known to man. That doesn’t answer my question, though.”

“I was waiting for this guy I matched up with on Tinder. We were supposed to meet up at a restaurant for a date, and I told him I’d sit at the bar and wait for him in this red dress so that he would know who I was. I was there for nearly an hour before realizing he had stood me up, so I did what anyone does when they’re stood up and ordered a drink. Dansby happened to be sat across the way from me and told the bartender he wanted to pay my tab. He didn’t come talk to me until I was about to leave, and that was mainly because I was a little tipsy and was trying to yell across the bar to thank him. He basically saved me from embarrassing myself.”

Lili smiled. “That really does sound like you.”

“Yeah. I figured if he still liked me after that, he was going to like me no matter what.”

“Oh, he definitely likes you. He’s been looking at you basically since you guys walked in. I don’t think he’s taken his eyes off of you, even to talk to the others.”

“Really?” I looked over to see that she was right. Despite having Drew and Charles trying to talk his ear off, Dansby was looking at me through the crowd of my co-stars. When my eyes met his, he smiled a little at me. I felt butterflies filling my stomach as I smiled back at him.

“That’s the Disney look, my friend,” Lili said. “The look that Flynn Rider gives Rapunzel when she’s not looking.”

“Oh my God,” I breathed. “I’ve never been looked at like that before. Not that I know of anyways.”

“I think he’s a keeper, (Y/N).”

I looked over at Dansby again. Yet again, he was looking at me. He finally turned away when someone, I figure it was Charles still, asked if he could get a picture with Dansby.

“I think he is, too.”

[ginalover]

Bicycle, Bicycle, I Want To Ride My Bicycle...