#Cole Sprouse angst

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word count: 3.2k

genre/tropes: established friendship, one-sided love (or is it?)

warnings: slight angst

pt one: here

notes from bambi: the POV switches throughout this part - switches will be indicated by an extra blank line. also i wasn't originally planning to add another part to this but ohhhh i'm so glad i did. thank you to @sturniololover-09 , @ivonchetooo1239 , and @aliceloveschris , who asked for part two - hope you like it!

Another night, another stressed-out Christopher. While I already felt out-of-my-depth when he came to me with his existential romance crisis, his current issue proved to be even more herculean in nature. 

“Chris. For the umpteenth time. I don’t know how to make the glow stars stick to your ceiling.”

“But I need them to! And they’re supposed to stick, it said so on the box-”

“It also said to clean the area thoroughly before application,” I said dryly, crossing my ankles and settling deeper into the blankets on his bed, “And when exactly did you wipe down your ceiling?”

Chris harrumphed. “The universe is working against me.”

“I’m sure it is, honey. Can we please start this now?” I gestured to his monitor, some dumb lawyer show on Netflix - Coats or Jackets or something. Chris told me earlier how much I’d love it, to which I had replied, “We’ll see.” The last show he tried to get me to watch with him was deplorable, and it took a long time for me to see Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, and KJ Appa as anything other than the god-awful actors Riverdale painted them to be. 

“I wanna try one more time,” he said, stepping ungraciously over my legs and stretching towards the ceiling.

“Is it made of plaster?” I asked, tilting my head upwards, trying very hard to avoid looking straight up his loose basketball shorts.

“What, this?” He pointed upward. “I think. Why?”

I hummed in reply and began tapping away on my phone. Chris shrugged and went back to his Sisyphysian task. The stars would stick initially, but kept falling after a while and stabbing us in the rudest of places - an hour ago I got a crescent moon to the boob.

Soft music drifted down the stairs outside his bedroom door - Matt must be playing something in the kitchen. The four of us ate dinner earlier and as Chris made it, I was a guest, and Nick didn’t feel good, he’d been on clean-up. 

“Hey.” I pulled on the hem of Chris’s shorts. “This says if we use rubbing alcohol to clean the area first instead of just like, a damp cloth or something, that should work. It also says a hot glue gun will help it stick better.”

Chris put his hand on my head, thumbing my soft baby hairs that would never stay put - his way of saying ‘thank you’. “Do we even have a hot glue gun?”

“No idea,” I murmured as I leaned against his leg.

“Time to find out!” He scrambled over me, stepping on my arm and almost tea-bagging me. 

“You fuck,” I said, smacking him on the arm as he ran out of the room giggling. 

“Hey do we have rubbing alcohol and a hot glue gun?”

Matt startled and shook his head, leaning over the sink. “Jesus, you scared the fuck outta me,” he huffed. “Alcohol, yes, in your bathroom, glue gun, no.”

“Well shit. ‘Preciate it,” Chris said, patting him on the back and turning for the stairs.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“She okay?”

Chris’s brows knitted together. “Whaddaya mean?” “She just seems kinda stressed, ‘s all,” Matt said. “Somethin’ else on the mind.”

“She’s good as far as I know.”

“K. Come up behind me like that again, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“Whatever,” Chris responded, grinning his way back downstairs.

“There’s rubbing alcohol in my bathroom.”

I scrunched my face. “Since when?”

“No idea. Can you get one of my t-shirts, we’ll use that for the cleaning thingy.”

“Yeah,” I said, unwrapping myself from his blankets and stepping lazily toward his closet. Chris was already down one shirt due to the fact that I’d ripped my going out top just as we got home earlier. The “kickback” at Tara’s felt more like a rager and I considered it a miracle no one ended up naked. While digging around for something for me to wear, Chris had found the unopened bag of glow-in-the-dark stars, and the rest was history. 

I tugged on the faded tee now, bunching the front end up in my hands as I rifled around to the back of his closet. It all smelled like him, piney with a hint of spice that makes your nose feel cold and tingly. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms. “You don’t care about this one do you?” I said quickly, trying to move on.

He turned and shook his head, dark, soft curls falling around his eyes. “Toss it.” In my defense, I did my best. It’s not my fault the damn thing got flung halfway back to the door when he smacked it out of the air instead of catching it, and I told him so with a huff. “Sure, sure, blame me,” Chris said, grinning. 

“I will,” I replied, bending over to pick it up.

Chris felt his chest cave in. There she was, baby hairs falling awry, his massively oversized crewneck slipping halfway off her shoulders, body lit up by the soft light from his screensaver. His knees buckled, and he stepped out to steady himself on the plush bed. She noticed - of course she did - and tilted her head. “You good there, hotrod?” Her smile was slightly uneven, like it always had been before, and Chris wanted to kiss it very badly for the rest of his life and probably after that as well.

“I’m fantastic,” he said, blinking the thoughts away from his mind.

“Okay,” I laughed, throwing the offending shirt back at him. “I’ll go get the rubbing alcohol and then can we please watch your damn show?”

“So rowdy. Yeah, hurry up.”

I shook my head and walked out of his room, turning the small corner into his bathroom and flicking on the light. My toothbrush rested on his counter. He only hung up his towels because he knew I would try to do it my way, and he hated my way. I looked at myself in the mirror. 

A moment passed, filled of my own wonderings about what Chris saw when he looked at me. Was it me - the way I looked, my individual features, did they jump out at him? Some were impossible to miss…they sure did jump out at me. Or did his brain focus on other things? Did he even care how I looked, when my physical characteristics stacked up to the years of friendship we’d already put behind us, the late nights, early mornings, the adventures, the bad times…I pulled the rubbing alcohol out from under his sink before I forgot and opened up my phone. Swiping out of the “how to stick glow stars to plaster” search tab, I went to our messages.

iMessage chat with Orange Juice:

taras got a thing tonight u wanna go

You:

duh what’s the vibes?

Orange Juice:

i think just whatever im not putting on anything fancy

You:

you’re so boring.

Orange Juice:

shut up

im glad youre coming

You:

please use apostrophes, just once i’m actually begging.

Orange Juice:

thou can suck my confetti covered cock about it actually

You:

oh! taking a screenshot and sending it to mary lou

Orange Juice:

okay wait 

You:

no :D get fucked, mister magic penis

Orange Juice: im glad youre coming

↪ me too. missed u tons

Orange Juice:

same

you wanna talk about canes

You:

we can, are you still feeling weird about things?

Orange Juice:

no i just wanna talk like that more with you 

you’r advice was really good

You:

that’s not how you use an apostrophe christopher 

Then they all arrived to pick me up for Tara’s, Chris hugged me, and we said nothing more about it. Chris. I should get this back to him. Reaching for the light, I looked for the rubbing alcohol, felt the switch with my other hand, grabbed the bottle, and flipped the lights off without looking. So it came as a terrifying surprise when I ran smack into Chris’s chest. “FUCKSHITPISSIMGONNAKILLYOU,” I nearly shouted at him, letting my hands rest on his chuckling chest, panting with the overwhelming surge of adrenaline.

“‘Fuck’, ‘shit’, and ‘piss’?” he snickered, covering my hands with his own. “That’s insane.”

I stalked past him into his room, tossing the bottle behind my shoulder - he would catch it or he wouldn’t and then I would know karma was on my side. “I don’t wanna discuss it.”

“Okay then,” Chris said, still laughing as he poured the awful-smelling stuff onto his ancient shirt, balled it up, and began to scrub his ceiling. “What took you so long in there?”

I did not want to answer him. “You’re doing it wrong,” I huffed. I climbed up onto the bed with him, reaching up to take his makeshift rag.

Chris’s mouth slid into a sly smile, and he raised it farther above my head than I could reach. “Am I?”

I stepped closer to him, pressed against his chest like I’d been before. Showing him my best doe-eyes, I whined, “Give it, Chris, please.”

His tongue swiped over his lips, both of which now hung open. Chris looked down at me and I looked up at him. The height difference was slight, but now the mere inches felt incredibly important in the moment’s silence. “What?” I whispered, barely more than a breath.

Jesus Christ, girlie, Chris groaned inwardly. She just looked so cute, and she had always been so sweet to him, and she took him to Cane’s and listened to his mostly-incoherent stream of consciousness, and she loved his brothers and she helped him hang up glow stars and she might actually be the most perfect person he’d ever met.

“Chris?” her voice, though soft, held him in a painful vice grip. “What’s wrong?”

He loosed a breath, lowering his hand and letting his arms settle around her, gathering at the small of her back. Chris pressed his lips against her forehead, resting his against it when her wrists crossed behind his neck. 

“Nothin’s wrong,” he murmured, a humored smile making its way across his face. He heard his voice change with the mounting anxiety in his chest. “Jus’ like bein’ with ya, ‘s all.”

My stomach fluttered at his words. “I like being with you too, bubs.” An idea sparked in my brain, and before any of my self-preservation instincts could kick in, I dropped my hands from his neck and dug them under his arms, tickling mercilessly. Chris’s eyes lit up in a flash, cowing his back to get away from me while simultaneously making a beeline for my ribs to lay waste to them in a similar fashion. 

“You little fucker!” he cackled, dancing around on the bed to avoid my hands.

“AKSPBTH, GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY!” I was shrieking with glee as we tumbled in a writhing heap on his pillows, gasping for breath while he continued his unhindered attack on my body. “ChrisChrisChrisChris-” I panted, making ultimately futile attempts to wriggle out from  under him, “Please, truce, truce, I’m begging-”

Laughing still, he sat back on his knees, arms still on either side of me. Chris’s hair fell so messy above me, his chain dangling just above my nose. I gave him a downturned smile. 

“Pinned ya,” he huffed triumphantly.

I lightly smacked his chest with a daring snort of derision. “Like you’d do anything about it.”

“Shut up.” Chris, still smiling that heart-wrenchingly adorable smile of his, lowered his head until our noses touched. “Hi.” He blinked his big blue eyes comically at me.

“Hey,” I replied softly, another laugh lilting quietly from my throat. I found myself enjoying this moment very much.

Chris tilted his head, hair swinging with him. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

I giggled. “Nothin’.”

He huffed, scrunching his nose and rubbing it against mine, his chain slipping over my chin, and I couldn’t help but laugh again. He tended to bring that out of me. My arms reached up to wrap around his back. “Come here,” I whispered, and as he lowered his chest to mine, I felt his arms slip up around my head. I nuzzled into his neck and held him. 

We lay like that for a while, the pressure on my body soothing me, his scent engulfing me. I could get used to this.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I wanna talk about our conversation.”

“From the other night?”

“Mhm.”

“We can. Do you wanna sit up?”

“No,” he grumbled, doing it anyway. 

“Poor baby,” I teased, “Your life is so very hard.” My heart felt full. Something was changing. I could sense it somehow.

Chris blushed at my words, shaking his head and hiding his gaze. He settled back against his headboard to the right side of me while I tugged a blanket up to my shoulders. “You cold?” he asked, but I shook my head. 

“‘S just soft, that’s all. What do you wanna talk about?” I asked, tucking my arm under his.

Chris squeezed it and took a deep breath. “I said I wasn’t sure how I loved you. And we talked about how we don’t have much romantic love experience.”

“Mhm.” I waited for him to continue.

“And I just…” Chris laid his head on mine. “I…feel something…for you. But I don’t think it’s fair to even tell you that because I really don’t know if it’s anything more than that friend-type of love.” The sigh he let out was shaky. I stayed stock-still, unsure of what he was getting at and hoping to god my heart wasn’t about to be crushed. “And then I started thinkin’ about what you said about love…how it was like, a bunch of choices you make.” His right hand reached over, tentative and uncertain, touching the arm I’d tucked next to him ever so lightly. “And then you said a buncha’ stuff about my family but you didn’t say anythin’ about yourself.” He turned his head and looked down at me, his face dark in the soft light. 

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and Chris’s heart went into cardiac arrest. There was so much trust in her gaze, she might as well have opened her soul wide open for him to look at, and he wanted to drown himself in it. His lips parted in a disbelieving sigh - this girl, this woman, she’d been with him for so long, always patient, always willing to listen, she never pushed him but god did she challenge him, she made him laugh, she made him want to act better…he wanted to be a person she would be proud to know. Maybe even…maybe even someone she would want to call her boyfriend. “I care about you,” he said, his heart thumping with fear. “I don’t know if that's romantic love or not but...” he paused. God, he was so scared. “If you’ll let me…I wanna find out with you.” 

And there it was - the confession. Chris had metaphorically ripped his heart from its cage and handed it to her, and he was terrified over what she’d do with it. 

“Love…is waking up every day and choosing that person regardless of what the day is gonna throw at you.”

Her voice echoed in his head. Chris chose her. Even if she didn’t choose him back.

I exhaled slowly. My chest almost caved in from the weight of his words. “Chris…” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “You have…no idea…how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” I wanted to hug him, desperately, but I was afraid of breaking him. He looked so scared, scared of love, scared of messing up, scared of being less than expected or not enough…he looked so scared.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, unable to look away.

“Yeah,” I nodded, my hand moving up slowly, so slowly, to touch his cheek. Gingerly, I traced my knuckle down his stubble, and his sweet blue eyes closed at my touch. My own did their best to blink away tears, but ultimately failed.

Suddenly, the most unrelated thought occurred to me. “Chris,” I whispered, “Look at the stars.” He tilted his head up in awe at the glow stars that had stuck to the ceiling after all this time. Not a single planet loose, not a moon out of place. They covered the plaster with a hazy blue hue, casting gentle shadows down his neck. 

“Holy shit,” he said with a soft laugh. “They really did stay up there.”

It all felt like one big giant metaphor to me, but maybe that interpretation was a bit on-the-nose. I elected to keep it to myself. I smiled at him, hoping I didn’t look disastrous with those damn tear tracks down my cheeks.

“Heyyy, hey…” Chris murmured, holding my face with both hands and thumbing the product of my overwhelming emotions away, “I got you. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Neither am I,” I promised. I kissed his palm on impulse, eyes darting up to his. Is this okay?

Of course it is.

I continued my ministrations, taking his wrist in hand and kissing up to the tips of his fingers, curling them down to move up his knuckles until I reached the back of his hand. He let me, a curious expression on his face. With my final kiss, I made direct eye-contact with him. He breathed out and let his hand fall, his thumb catching softly on my bottom lip, the rest of his fingers fitting neatly under my chin.

“Please let me kiss you,” he whispered, his brows furrowed, his eyelids heavy, his gaze addicted to my lip, the bottom of which sprung plushly back into place when his thumb let go of it. He looked like a man starved.

I slid my fingers into the soft, loose curls at the back of his neck and tilted my head, letting his lips press so sweetly against mine. My stomach tingled, butterflies fluttering to life in my chest. Chris’s hands slipped up my back, hugging me into him, his nose pressing against my cheek as he kissed me again and again, slowly, patiently. His breath filled my mouth, and mine his. I probably exhaled a bit of my soul too. The thought made me smile and he murmured against my skin. “What is it, pretty girl?” He kissed the edges of my smile, nosing my blushed face, relishing the closeness now allowed to him. 

“I just like you,” I said shyly. 

He grinned, making a fist and yanking his elbow back to his side. “Yesssss.”

I erupted into giggles and he just watched me contentedly.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments to adjust my knees, I looked up to see Chris, looking like he’d been shot. “Come back…I wasn’t done,” he grumbled.

“You’re so whiny,” I teased, holding his cheeks in my hands. 

He smiled impishly. “I jus’ like ya.”

“You like sitting here with me?” I asked, stroking the shell of his ear, drowning in his eyes like he was in mine.

“I like sitting here with you,” Chris confirmed, his voice gentle and low. “I want ya’ to be my girl.”

“Well, I want you to be my boy,” I huffed, grinning. “What about that?”

“I think I’ll live,” he replied, tilting his head to kiss me again.

The end.

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[starbound-wanderer]

Let’s make a hypothetical Magnus archives tv show

What actor currently working are you casting as Gerry?

Cole Sprouse is my “kinda funny but he’d kill it” answer but my real answer is 100% Amar Chadha-Patel cause he could be a very Tall Goth Man who has a lot of angst

[portaeinferni]

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———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME:  Bre.

PRONOUNS:  They/them he/him.

ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer sun, Pisces moon, Capricorn ascending.

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Taken ♡

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1 -  I'm a musicologist.

2 - I'm allergic to some types of water.

3 - I speak fluent German!

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: previously Twitter and now Tumblr. Occasionally, I write on discord.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: It really depends on the situation and how much I know who I'm writing with. If we don't know each other very well yet, memes are the way to go. If we know each other pretty well, winging it. Plotting is really reserved for the select few that I go feral with and we can't stop talking about our characters.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: Male

MULTI OR SINGLE: Multi

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): God, so many. Katie McGrath, Hamish Linklater (which is unfortunate bc I love him but he's so overdone it's insane), Jeffrey Morgan, anyone from Marvel ever, Nina Dobrev (classic), Holland Roden, Dylan O'Brien, Cole Sprouse, tbh anyone from Riverdale too...

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF: I love fluff. I do fluffy things a lot in life though, so I don't do it as much with characters. Fluff really gets hype when it's leading up to angst.

ANGST: This is my bread and butter. The perfect combo for me is really something unbearably tragic, sad, poetic, and beautiful. Hurt my characters! Let my characters hurt yours!

SMUT: Yes, but extra points if the smut has angst surrounding it. I'm always down for a little smut. I get bogged down if I write too much of it though. If I find the right ship....I'm obsessed.

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[beee1x1]

hi everyone ! my name’s b, i’m twenty4 ( born ‘98 ) & i live in sweden ! after hopping around between a couple of different groups i’ve decided to take a leap off the deep end and roam the tags for some new partners to 1x1 with , exclusively on discord .

☆ with the weekly releases of the last of us on hbo , i’m currently obsessing over apocalyptic plots , specifically zombie ones ! some other plots i’d love to explore are cyberpunk , supernatural ( i’m a big fan of true blood ) , slasher , western .

☆ i enjoy and have no qualms writing angst , darker subjects and smut , but the frequency of the latter will depend entirely on the character i’m writing and the context surrounding them . 

☆ i prefer writing ocs , but i am also comfortable with writing certain characters from certain fandoms . some fandoms i’ve delved into previously include twilight , red dead redemption , gta , from dusk till dawn , the punisher ( netflix ver )  , far cry 5 , days gone & cyberpunk 2077 .

☆ i generally prefer writing fem identifying characters , often struggling with muse when it comes to men . as far as ships go i have no preference and am open to any gender combination ! 

☆ i’d describe my writing as literate , enjoying longer replies ( 2-5 paragraphs ) & pretty prose . i will usually try to match with whoever my partner is , though .

☆ i don’t mind using gifs , and i also don’t mind writing without them .

☆ for banned plots & fcs , check under the read more .

if this post & me peaks your interest send off a like & i’ll hop into you ims !

banned fcs : kj apa , cole sprouse , sydney sweeney , alexa demie . anyone under the age of 21 , anyone deceased , anyone who’s asked not to be used , anyone who’s known to be problematic in any substantial way .

banned plots : rape , pedophilia , necrophilia , racism , ableism , sexism , transphobia , celeb plots ( aka where you write real people ) , kpop plots . 

[myriadxofxmuses]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !!

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 ✧･ﾟ   𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

NAME:  ██████████████

NICKNAME: Mo Mo

FACE CLAIM: Felicia Day, but I don't use a FC much anymore. Amy Less is a close second just because I get compared to her so much.

PRONOUNS: Don’t care honestly

HEIGHT: 5′2

BIRTHDAY: June 26

AESTHETIC: Lazy goth with a sprinkle of grunge and gamer

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Sweet Emotion

FAVORITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: Daryl and Ethan. I just love their dynamics. 

GET TO KNOW THE ACCOUNT !!

★  ⸻   WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE THIS MUSE?

While Ethan is currently my favorite muse to write, Emily was my first ever. She has gone thorugh some changes over the years, but I watched Hemlock Grove and stumbled upon the RPC here on Tumblr. I love to write and it seemed like it could be really fun to throw her into a variety of situations and aus. As far as her creation, she just sort of popped up while watching the show. I tend to imagine a lot of 'what ifs' for movies/shows that I enjoy. The muse sort of comes together on their own after that.

★  ⸻   WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE?

For Oscar, it's his convictions. For Ofreyja, her spontaneity and almost sickeningly positive outlook on life. For Ethan, his unapologetic sense of self. For Emily, her artistic ability. For Gage, his career. For Silas, his naivety for life - he has big, unguarded heart.

★  ⸻   WHO’S YOUR CURRENT FC?

Ethan : Dylan O’Brien

Ofreyja: Gabriella Wilde

Gage: Cole Sprouse

Silas: Boyd Holbrook

Emily: Emily Rudd

Oscar: Tom Hardy

Sydney: Alycia Debnam-Carey

Ivy: Ana De Armas

★  ⸻   WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING?

Weed and music. Also semi-solitude.  I don’t like people reading over my shoulder tbh and like to be left alone while I write. I get in the zone and it can be frustrating to be pulled from it in the middle of its peak. XD

★  ⸻   FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS?

I adore ships and angst. But fluff is a close second. 

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Ruff times on set- Cole Sprouse

Author Note's-  Enjoy the one and only Cole Sprouse.

TRIGGER WARNING- This will deal with emotional abuse and verbal abuse read at your own risk.

-Samantha

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Your POV

I woke up to someone yelling my name. I groaned which made the person start laughing. I opened my eyes to see Lili and Cami standing at the end of my bed.

" Morning sleeping beauty." Cami teased

I rolled my eyes but waved at them. I got up and throw on some sweatpants and hoodie since we're going to set. All three of us then get into my car to head over to set.

'Time Skip'

When we arrived we saw the boys were already here. Drew and KJ saw us first and waved which got Cole, Casey, Charles and Jordon to wave also. Madeleine and Vanessa were already at set since they had to come in earlier this morning.  Cole was giving me glares but I ignored them because of everything else on my mind. Since I'm a newer member of the cast there's been hate on my social medias and everyone on set knows since they follow me. They try to help as much as they can for the hate to stop and I am thankful for that. I was then called into the hair and makeup trailer to get all ready for my scene. I heard Cole yell,

" Finally you're getting your make up done. You will look less uglier."

I tried my best to ignore it but I heard Lili and KJ both say...

" COLE!" Lili yelled

" Be nicer man, you know what she goes through." KJ said

I smile at them for standing up for me why I continue making my way to the trailer.

Cami's POV

Before I could go off on Cole I was called to get my scene. I headed to make up and hair to find Y/n/n close to tears while Olivia was doing her hair and trying to calm her down. I texted Lili to come help me cheer her up. I walked up tp her while Olivia was getting something.

" Hey girl." I softly said

" Hi Cami."

" You going to be ok." I asked

She nodded her head and before I sat in my chair I hugged her. I felt her hug back after a second. Stacy then told me to sit down to get glammed up.

Lili's POV

I got a text from Cami asking if I could make Y/n/n feel better. I immediately started walking to the trailer, but I heard KJ yell.

" Lili, where you heading?"

" Going to see Y/n/n." I shouted back

" Can I come!" He yelled before I got far.

I nodded my head and heard running behind me.

'Time Skip'

When we got there and Y/n/n was on her phone until I saw Cami yank it out of her hand. She looked up with tearer eyes.

" Y/n/n, don't cry please. You're going to mess up that beautiful make up." I said

I walked up to her and hugged her which made her hug me back. I heard KJ walk up to us.

" Y/n/n I have something to show you."

She looked at him with raised eyebrows. He then made a face that got her to smile.

" There's that special smile that everyone loves."

KJ continued making faces to get her to laugh until we were called to set. Once we made it to set I heard Y/n/n stop laughing. KJ tried to get her to laugh again but ended up just grabbing her hand to give to a squeeze.

" Alright Y/n I need you and you three plus Cole to sit around the lounge. Also KJ and Cami together with Y/n on the floor by KJ's feet. Lili and Cole on the couch please." Rob said

We all got in our positions, when Cole decided to open his mouth.

" Y/n/n, how about you go back to were you came from or just leave this planet."

Your POV

I saw Lili smack Cole and Rob shouted his name. Cole got up to talk with Rob when I felt a hand land on my shoulder. I leaned back onto KJ's legs and he rubbed my shoulder for comfort. I smiled at my friends. When Cole came back we started the scene.

'Time Skip'

When we all got down our scenes we all got changed and headed to Cami and Lili's for a movie night. I kept my distance from Cole due to him hating me so I sat with KJ and Cami. While watching the movie I could feel eyes on me. I turned to find Cole glaring at me. I tried to ignore him and focus on the movie. About an hour later the movie was over and most of the cast wanted to spend the night. I on the other hand said good-bye to everyone and hugged KJ, Cami, and Lili and headed to my apartment to get sleep. I got a text from Cole right when I was getting ready to fall asleep.

'Beware of monsters . I hope they take you away from this earth."

The tears were falling which got me to calling my home town best friend. We talked for hours about things until we both fell asleep on the phone together.

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I am hoping this is good because I stink at coming up with me things to say. I am more of a nicer person and sweet type. I not into being mean.

-Samantha

[katykeeneofficial]

cole sprouse + gq - icons

like or reblog

[colesjett]

cole in black and white is honestly my religion🤤😍😍

[babeydollx]

🍑 Jughead Jones Masterlist 🍑

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

| 🍑 - Smut | 🍒 - Fluff | 🍓 - Angst | 🍋 - Dark Content |

🍑 Imagines, Blurbs, & Drabbles 🍑

↳ Steam

🍑 Series/Parters 🍑

↳ nothing yet...

🍑 Headcannons 🍑

↳ nothing yet...

[honeybear-yammy]

𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

| $ - Smut | * - Fluff | # - Angst | ! - Dark Content |

↳ Betty Cooper

↳ Veronica Lodge

↳ Jughead Jones

↳ Toni Topaz

(more coming soon)

[bugheadlegacy]

so I finally wrote something after a while

it is a Riverdale fanfic set during senior prom

betty’s pregnant =)

it’s basically a spin the bottle storyline =)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37669798

[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.

[kay-peawrites]

Cole Sprouse x “Please can we just talk this out?”

Her.

As soon as his car pulled into the driveway of his home, I dashed out as fast as I could.

“Y/N!” I heard him call behind me.

I dug around in my bag trying to find my keys and get the front door open before he could catch up to me.

“Dammit!” I cursed myself for having such a messy purse.

Finally, my fingers closed around the cold metal of my keys and I yanked them out before jamming them into the lock.

“Y/N.” he said a lot gentler as he came up the walk behind me.

“No, Cole. Leave me alone.” I responded, not even bothering to look over my shoulder at him.

I didn’t dare look into the baby blue eyes of the man that I’d fallen for. I felt him reach out for me as soon as I managed to get the front door open. I raced in and up the stairs, desperate to get away from him. If I dared even one look, I’d be finished and he would win whatever this was without even trying.

“Y/N, you can’t keep running every time someone brings her up.” His voice carrying up the stairs to our bedroom.

I walked into our en suite and grabbed a makeup wipe, furiously wiping off the face I spent an hour and a half perfecting. Looking up, I saw red-rimmed y/e/c eyes staring back at me. The girl staring back at me refusing to cry in a sad attempt to not look weak.

“Please can we talk this out? I hate that this happens every time someone brings her up.”

Cole was now standing in the doorway behind me.

Her being his ex-girlfriend. Lili Reinhart. The perfect blonde who played his love interest on Riverdale. They’d broken up a year ago, but were known to break up and make up. Many speculated that my relationship with Cole was just a phase until he “realized she was his OTP,” is how People magazine worded it. I knew dating a celebrity would be difficult, but I never imagined this.

“I can’t do it anymore, Cole.” I finally turned and made eye contact with him.

He was so perfect. He’d recently decided to let his blonde hair grow out and now it was pulled into a cute little man bun at the back of his head. He’d also let his facial hair grow out and the mustache and goatee he was rocking was enough to make me want to rip his clothes off of him. The first few buttons of his blue button down were undone to show his tanned chest and the gold chain that I’d bought for him a couple months ago. The one he never takes off, especially when he’s away filming.

“Do what?” he responds quietly.

“This. Us. I just…I’m tired, Cole.” I responded, breaking eye contact to look at his feet.

He moved towards me and tried to pull me into him, but I pulled away. Limiting physical contact between us would make this easier for me.

“Lili and I are finished, Y/N. You know that. I know that. She knows that. I’m in love with you.” He pleaded with me.

“And I love you too. Believe me, I do. And maybe we can try again after some time. But I just can’t right now.”

I moved away from him and walked into our closet. I grabbed one of my overnight bags and begin to pack clothes into it. I couldn’t stay here tonight. If I did I knew that Cole would just talk me into staying with him. This wasn’t the first time this particular topic has come up in conversation.

“Don’t leave.” He murmured, attempting to grab my hand to stop me from leaving.

“I have to, Cole. This isn’t healthy for either of us. You work with her. You run in the same friend circles. You have to attend the same events. What did I expect? You would break up and never see or speak to each other again??” This time I couldn’t help but let the tears spill over.

He turned me towards him and wrapped his long fingers around my cheeks. His thumbs catching the tears that silently fell down my face.

“Don’t do this, Y/N. Let’s just talk this out. Even if it takes all night. I’m willing to do this because I love you and I believe in us.”

“Cole, I’m sorry, but it’s over.” I pulled away from him, grabbed my bag, and walked out of the room.

He didn’t follow me as I calmly walked down the stairs and to the garage. Opening the door, my trusty vintage Bronco was waiting for me. I lifted the garage and threw my bag into the passenger seat. As I backed out of the driveway, I paused, looking up at the home of the man I’d fallen so deeply in love with.

“Goodbye, Cole.” I whispered.

A/N: Honestly I’ve been obssessed with Riverdale lately, especially Cole Sprouse. Enjoy! Let me know if I should keep this going, definitely willing to turn this into a short story or something. 🖤 also sorry if the spacing is weird, this was uploaded from my phone.

[beee1x1]

hi everyone ! my name’s b, i’m twenty4 ( born ‘98 ) & i live in sweden ! after hopping around between a couple of different groups i’ve decided to take a leap off the deep end and roam the tags for some new partners to 1x1 with , exclusively on discord .

☆ with the weekly releases of the last of us on hbo , i’m currently obsessing over apocalyptic plots , specifically zombie ones ! some other plots i’d love to explore are cyberpunk , supernatural ( i’m a big fan of true blood ) , slasher , western .

☆ i enjoy and have no qualms writing angst , darker subjects and smut , but the frequency of the latter will depend entirely on the character i’m writing and the context surrounding them . 

☆ i prefer writing ocs , but i am also comfortable with writing certain characters from certain fandoms . some fandoms i’ve delved into previously include twilight , red dead redemption , gta , from dusk till dawn , the punisher ( netflix ver )  , far cry 5 , days gone & cyberpunk 2077 .

☆ i generally prefer writing fem identifying characters , often struggling with muse when it comes to men . as far as ships go i have no preference and am open to any gender combination ! 

☆ i’d describe my writing as literate , enjoying longer replies ( 2-5 paragraphs ) & pretty prose . i will usually try to match with whoever my partner is , though .

☆ i don’t mind using gifs , and i also don’t mind writing without them .

☆ for banned plots & fcs , check under the read more .

if this post & me peaks your interest send off a like & i’ll hop into you ims !

banned fcs : kj apa , cole sprouse , sydney sweeney , alexa demie . anyone under the age of 21 , anyone deceased , anyone who’s asked not to be used , anyone who’s known to be problematic in any substantial way .

banned plots : rape , pedophilia , necrophilia , racism , ableism , sexism , transphobia , celeb plots ( aka where you write real people ) , kpop plots . 

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Who’s the better twin?-Cole Sprouse

Authors Note's: I hope you love this goof ball. The gif I picked is so freaking cute I swear to you guys.

-Samantha

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Today was a really boring in the Sprouse house hold because my parents went out for a little and do some shopping. My older brothers Cole and Dylan were being lazy potatoes as they always are an watching some movie. I was minding my own business and chilling on my phone. I was also listening to my brothers talking about some random stuff they talk about. Awhile later our parents come back from there shopping.

" Hey mom and dad." I said

" Hi Y/n" They both said

They walked in the kitchen to I assume to make some dinner for us to eat. I went back to my phone and all of a sudden I heard one of my brothers screaming and yelling at each other. I got out of my chair and sprinted to the living room to see what the problem was. Once I got there I saw my brother Dylan actually about to hit Cole and it did not look like a very nice way. I made a noise and they turned there heads really fast were I thought they were going to fall of there necks. When I made that noise our parents came in and I could tell they were really mad at them.

" BOYS, What is the meaning of this!"  dad yelled

" Um, we um" Dylan said

When Dyl said that I could tell it made dad more angry by the look on his face.

" Cole honey, why are you guys arguing about." mom said more calmly

Cole looked directly at me and said " It was about Y/n"

I made a confused face. " What about her?" mom said

Cole said because they were seeing who she likes better. Our mom rolled her eyes and grounded them for a week for fighting and then left to continue making dinner with dad. The two then looked at me and ran up to me.

Dylan said " So who is it going to be?"

I just stared at them and said " I like the both of you equally." Cole shook his head where Dyl rolled his eyes. I did not want to hurt any of there feelings by saying anything. I did it anyway and said, " Ok fine, I like Cole better."

I felt really bad and when I saw Dylan's smile fall I regretted answering the question. Cole was jumping up and down and bragging to Dyl, which was not making him any better. Before I could give Dylan a huge hug Cole grabbed me and hugged me tight and kept saying 'I love you sis' over and over. I looked up and did not see Dylan anywhere. Once Cole let me go I immediately made my way to the twins room since I knew Dyl would go there. I knocked before entering the room. When I walked in the room, I immediately started feeling more guilt about my answer because he was crying. I made my way to his side of them room with caution because I am a kind of scared he was going to start yelling. When I got to his bed I  kneeled down to him so we can be the same level. I used two fingers to lift his chin so we were making eye contact. I got really sad and hugged him and told him that I loved him too as the same I did to Cole. Dylan and I just stayed hugging until dinner was ready.

Cole's Pov

After I got done hugging Y/n, she went into mine and Dylan's room. I walk into the kitchen and went to apologies for Dylan and I's bickering. They said it was ok but it was not getting me out of being grounded. They then asked me to go get Y/n and Dylan for dinner. I made my way to my bedroom and found Dylan having tears down his face while Y/n was hugging him and whispering in his ear. I walked up to them and joined the hug. After I let go of the hug they turned to face me. I said that dinner was ready and all of us made our way to the table.

Your Pov

After we finished eating my brothers and I helped by clearing the table. We then made our way to the lounge area to watch a movie together. I personally love having these goof balls as my amazing brothers.

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I hope you enjoy. 

- Samantha