cole romance


Long distance sucks.  Really, it does. 

After a month and a half, I finally got to see my boyfriend, who flew across the country to visit.  We’ve gone on lots of adventures, one of which included visiting Pop’s Diner from Riverdale!  He kind of reminded me of Jughead, lol.

Soo I just posted a new video on youtube, which was the boyfriend tag.  You can watch it here: 

My favorite banter
  • Cole: He almost says the word sometimes. Katoh. He tastes it in his mouth, sweet release a breath away, tongue tying it tenderly like you tie him. But he doesn’t. For you, and for him because it makes it mean more. A fuller feeling, a brighter burst.
  • Iron Bull: Yeah. (Coughs.) How’s he feel about you saying this in front of everybody?
  • Inquisitor: If a rift opened up right now and swallowed me I’d be fine with that.
  • Solas (if in party): Provided it tied you down first one assumed.

Like oh my god. Solas is so snarky sometimes it’s unbelievable. 

Riverdale Imagine: Milkshake (Jughead x reader)

Summary: Despite the fact that the reader has liked Jughead for at least a year, they have never actually spoken properly until one day at Pop’s when Jughead accidentally spills his milkshake all over her.

Warnings: one swear word

Approx. 920 words

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I shouted as strawberry milkshake and whipped cream splattered down my front, soaking into my favourite shirt, causing it to cling to my stomach like glue. I was about to insult the culprit further, when I looked up and my furious gaze met a pair of very shocked green eyes. Jughead Jones was standing in front of me, holding a now-empty milkshake glass, a look of horror plastered over his red face. I cursed myself silently, we both stood there embarrassed and in the middle of an ever-growing puddle of milkshake, this was not how I had imagined our first meeting to go.

“Shit! Y/N I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed. I wondered momentarily how he knew my name before his voice snapped me out of my thoughts, “God I’m an idiot, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He began showering me in napkins, hastily grabbing them from the counter and awkwardly dabbing my shirt in an attempt to soak up excess milkshake, carefully avoiding any sensitive areas. I laughed at his panick as I took the napkins from him and attempted to wipe myself down with little success, the milkshake had completely saturated my clothing. Jughead grabbed my bag from the booth I was sitting in and pulled it over his shoulder, smiling at me sheepishly.

“At least let me give you a lift home?” he asked, somewhat hopefully. I rolled my eyes at him but returned his smile.

“I think that’s the least you can do.”


The following week we crossed paths again. I was sitting in my regular booth at Pop’s, working on my assignment with my headphones in when I looked up as someone slid in opposite me, it was Jughead. I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as he smirked at me, and I slapped his hand away from my milkshake as he tried to steal the cherry that was slowly sinking into the whipped cream.

“I don’t think so! Not after last week.” I said smugly.

“Awh, I thought you had forgotten about that little incident.” he replied, winking at me.

“Hardly!” I scoffed. “My favourite shirt was ruined.”

“I was hoping you had forgotten about that as well.” He laughed as I raised my eyebrows at him, shaking my head in disbelief. If only someone had told me a year ago that all I had to do to get Jughead Jones to notice my existence was to accidentally cause him to spill a milkshake over me at Pop’s, it would have saved me a lot of heartache.

“So I heard you’re writing a novel about Jason’s murder? How’s that going?” I queried, secretly intrigued to know anything new about the case.

“Ever since Betty and I found that get-away car and it was set on fire, the case seems to have stagnated a bit.” he said, clearly disappointed. “There hasn’t really been much to write about.”

“I didn’t know that you found the car with Betty?” I tried to keep my tone upbeat, but inside I was obviously disappointed, Betty Cooper was Riverdale’s golden girl, competing with her would be impossible.

“Yeah, we’re working together on the investigation; she’s a pretty damn good detective.”

“I can imagine.” I responded.

He spent the rest of the evening sitting opposite me in my booth, stealing my fries, and making my heart flutter without even realising. He spoke endlessly about his novel, but also listened attentively when I told him about my own interests, only grimacing slightly when he discovered that I was a River Vixen and teased me about being one of Cheryl Blossom’s ‘minions.’ By the end of the evening, we had exchanged numbers and he helped me gather up my things before offering me a lift home which I gladly accepted.


By the time we reached my house, the heavens had opened and raindrops were hammering down onto the roof of Jughead’s car like bullets. Giggling, we made a run for my porch – he had insisted on helping me with my things – and, after I had gotten the door open and ushered him inside, we sank down on the floor in the hallway. I turned to him, intending to thank him for saving me from the downpour, but caught my breath when I realised he was staring at me intently. I sat there frozen like a rabbit caught in headlights as he lent towards me. Rainwater was still trickling down his face from where his raven-black curls had escaped his beanie and I could feel the water dampen my cheek as his lips touched mine, gently at first. I twisted my finger in the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as my tongue flicked across the inside of his lip, he groaned in response and bit down gently on my bottom lip. Breathless he pulled away from me slightly and rested his forehead against mine.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that” he whispered.

“Thank god for milkshakes!” I giggled.

The following morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating, indicating that someone had messaged me. I blushed as the memory of what had happened the night before came flooding back. I still wasn’t convinced that I hadn’t made it all up, had I really kissed Jughead Jones? I yawned as I lazily lifted my phone from my bedside-table and turned it on.

J: Hey there Juliet, want a milkshake?

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Jughead & Reader: Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Everyone thinks you and Jughead hate each other but as it turns out, the two of you actually hook up behind closed doors. One night Archie drops by your house and finds out the truth.

NSFW** Like, for real.

Requested by: anonymous

Listen to: Closer - Nine Inch Nails 

“Trade you my baked lays for your flaming hots,” Kevin suggested as the two of you joined your friends at lunch. 

“That’s a terrible trade,” you told him with a laugh. “And this isn’t elementary school. You can just go to the vending machine and buy better snacks like an adult.”

“If we’re adults why must we continue to ask permission to go to the bathroom?” Kevin argued. “This place is like a prison.”

Veronica laughed. “I take it you aren’t having a good day.”

Kevin sighed and said, “Joaquin cancelled on me this weekend and we were going to see a movie. I had the whole night planned and my dad was going to be working late so we’d have the place to ourselves. But now I’ll just go home and eat a ton of ice cream and ugly cry while watching really old Audrey Hepburn movies.”

“Sounds good.” You laughed, teasing him. He rolled his eyes at you. 

Betty smiled. “Well why don’t we all do something this weekend?” 

“I’d be down for that,” Veronica said. “Beats sitting at home thinking about what it’s going to be like when my father comes home next week.”

“I don’t have any plans. I’m in,” Archie said. 

Everyone looked at you. “What about you?” Veronica asked.

“Oh, um. Sure.” You shrugged. “Sounds good.”

At that moment, Jughead walked over to the table. Your heart was racing but no one would ever tell by your expression. You rolled your eyes and shifted in your seat so you weren’t looking at him directly. Kevin just laughed. “You still hate him, huh?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jughead asked as he joined the table.

“We’re all going to go see a movie this weekend. Want to go?” Betty asked him.

“Who’s all going?” He asked. 

Veronica sighed. “_____ is going but that doesn’t mean you can’t go.”

“It absolutely does,” you interjected.

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anonymous asked:

Inquisition pre-romance romances hearing Cole talk about how the inquisitor feels about them?

Cassandra: She’s blushing. Cole is rattling off all of these sweet things, and she keeps trying to get herself to utter the words to ask him to stop, but she can’t. She has to hear him. She doesn’t say anything as he finishes, not until he starts talking about her feelings, at which point she stops him, face completely red. Maybe I should consider spending more time with him, if he really feels that way… No. I need to go speak with him about his flirting…

Iron Bull: He listens patiently, then thanks Cole as soon as he’s done. “Thanks for the info, Kid. I’ve got business to attend to.” He then heads right up to the Inquisitor’s room with no hesitation.

Blackwall: It both hurts him to hear this and makes his heart flutter. He stumbles as he asks Cole to stop, stuttering, as he tries to sit to make sense of this information. Eventually, he decides the best course of action is to speak to her directly about it. Part of him hopes it goes like the Inquisitor wants it.

Sera: On instinct, she starts to tell Cole to shut it, but stops abruptly as he starts talking about the Inquisitor’s feelings, sweet feelings and thoughts, about her. “Wh- what? Are you messing with me, Creepy?” she snaps, to which Cole denies. She shoos him away and hurries to find the Inquisitor, heart racing with glee, more so than any prank she’s pulled.

Dorian: He says nothing as Cole speaks, though slowly, he draws the book he’s holding over his face as the blush intensifies and burns his cheeks. He’s not sure if he wants to scold the boy or thank him profusely. He settles for awkwardly stuttering for a moment and then excusing himself. Someone… actually feels that way about me? “Kaffas.” he curses, and decides to meet him directly in the Inquisitor’s quarters.

Solas: His heart clenches with fear and excitement as Cole speaks. “You love her, too,” the spirit remarks, “why is it so scary to you? Do you want me to tell her your heart, too?” He quickly declines and dismisses himself to ponder his next actions.

Josephine: She stops short as Cole starts talking, and turns to stare at him with wide eyes. “Really?” she asks, and he confirms it. “I… I… I see. Thank you, Cole. I will… handle this…” Her heart races the next time they speak with her, and when they invite her to speak with them privately, she knows where this is going, and quietly thanks Cole.

Cullen: He says nothing at all, trying to act composed, but his cheeks betray him. He stutters a bit when Cole stops talking and thanks him, then says nothing more. When the Inquisitor comes to ask to talk to him alone, his heart jumps, with glee and fear. He can’t deny his own feelings.


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Imagine going to the ball with Archie Andrews. Everything is just fine, you’re super happy you told Archie to go to the Met Ball with you and he agreed.

You’ve known Archie for years. But maybe he’s something more than a friend for you. You’re dancing with him, biting your lips because you’re nervous.
“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Archie asks with a smile on his face.
You look at him and inhale. “Nothing… I was just thinking about us. About our friendship and...” You look away.
“And?” Archie asks again, raising his eyebrows.
“I love you, Archie.” You sigh. “I know it may sound silly since we have known each other for more like 10 years but I can’t anymore. I had to tell you. And however it will end, I just want you to know I love you.”

Archie looks at you with surprise in his eyes. “I… Wouldn’t expect this, (Y/N). You know, I… I had a crush on you for a very long time but… I thought our friendship will end if I tell you. I’m sorry. I love you, too.” Archie gives you a long and very passionate kiss to prove what he said.