cole sprouse,

TWIN ANDREWS | juggie x reader

A/N: im hoping to turn this into a short series and i hope yous enjoy it!! please hit the follow button to be updated with my blog posts! this is my first time as a solo blogger so i hope you enjoy my writing!! im also looking for a co-owner that loves to write/edit!! enjoy my lil nugs - rosie🌹



“arch im kinda nervous”

i admit as we near the familiar diner

“you’ll be fine, it’s just Betty we’ve known her since we were in diapers don’t stress sis”

i huff my stomach turning as the neon sign comes into view

“i don’t know about this I haven’t been home for a really long time i think id rather just go home and rest”.

we pull into the parking lot and i turn to beg to my brother but he pulls the keys out of the ignition

“come (y/n) they are excited to see you, it’s been years at least come in for something to eat then I promise ill drive you home whenever you want”

i sit back and think it over before my brother starts again “dad wants me to help you ease back into it- it’s your first day back at school and wouldn’t you rather have people to talk with tomorrow so it’s not so-” he pauses

“terrifying” i finish

“i was going to say daunting but yeah terrifying works too” i huff
“fine but you owe me Archie big time” a smile spreads across his face as he gets out of his truck. “what have i gotten myself into” i think aloud copying my brothers actions and following him toward the entrance.

“oh and heads up I kinda didn’t tell them you were in town-”

i spin on my heels but he grabs my shoulders “it was supposed to be a surprise” he whines i run my hand over my face “fine- you’re so annoying you know that right”.

he sighs throwing his arm over me and walking me toward our normal booth we’re a spot Betty, Kevin & an unfamiliar raven headed girl.

“arch who’s the other girl-”

“(y/n)” i hear Betty call looking shell shocked

“i-i- I can’t believe your here I-” she chokes on her words.
things didn’t exactly end well between Betty & our friends when I left, after my parents divorce i went into a downward spiral and i was forced to leave with my mother no note no explanation to any of my friends as to where i was going or why and let’s just say i was terrified that they hated me.

“betts” i smile tears welling up

she looked so much older from when I last saw her the more I looked the more she looked different yet entirely the same. she stand from the booth her blonde hair swishing in her ponytail as she rushes over to wrap her arms around me pulling me into her warm embrace

“i thought you were never coming back” she whispers as she held me “me either” i whisper back crying slightly.

i pull away and wipe my eyes glancing to Kevin who’s jaw was lying on the ground “you going to close your mouth and come give me a hug or?”

he glances to me shocked with no movement as if he’s too scared to move in case I run “Kev!” i joke

I spread my arms as he climbs over the raven haired stranger and leap into my arms causing me to stumble back slightly.

“wow” he breathes pulling me at arms length examining me

“girl you got hot” he blurts

I laugh tearing up at the sight of my best friends “you finally grew your hair out im obsessed you look so so so good the California sun treated you well”

i run my fingers through my long red hair “thanks kev, it did it really did” "oh and you look so much thinner!”

I freeze at the comment catching my brothers gaze.

he senses my reaction and laughs stiffly

” I mean you look great, seriously" i breathe a sigh of relief laughing to cover my awkwardness.

“thank you i decided to loose a few pounds and well it worked!”

they smile at me “well have a seat we’ll order and we can catch up!” Archie offers and i nod slipping into the booth opposite Betty Kevin and the other girl.

“you going to introduce me to your pretty friend?”

i ask glancing at Betty

“oh of course this is Veronica Lodge-”

“Ronnie works” she smiles at me

“im (y/n) Andrews im-” “Archie’s twin?”

i nod “obvious?” i mentally face palm “yeah the red hairs a bit of a giveaway” i nod my brother sliding into the seat next to me.

“so you’ve met my sister ronnie” she nods sipping her milkshake “I sure have, will you be going to school this semester”

i nod “i sure am, now both the crazy red headed twins will be attending Riverdale hey arch” i nudge my brother.

it falls silent at my comment and i shift uncomfortably

“oh my god- what did I say?” i glance around Veronica looking equally confused.

“what other twins” she askes confused

“the blossoms..” i finish

“(y/n) I thought I told you about Jason in the car” i furrow my eyebrows at him “I just came from the airport arch i was half asleep and jet lagged i don’t think I was really paying all too much attention to you” i laugh.

“god please don’t tell me their dead- i was going to ask Cheryl for my spot back on the vixens, I miss cheer the girls in cali were awful”

still silence

“Jesus will someone tell me what’s going on” my brother touches my shoulder gently

“Jason was killed a few months ago- it was the Fourth of July weekend-” i zone out my breathe catching in my throat.

this is why mum didn’t want me to return home, there’s a murder running around. everything makes sense now while it seemed so eerie when I first got back and how mum refused to let me contact anyone from back home including Archie the past month.

“wow” i exhale “i had no idea- but polly oh my god Betty your sister must be devastated” she nods inhaling sharply let i said something wrong.

I glance down to my food not feeling hungry at all “um arch can we go home im not feel so hot I think I need some rest before tomorrow”

he nods “of course” “ill see you guys tomorrow” i smile waving goodbye to my friends before following my brother out of Pops and into his truck

“you okay?” i nod my attention slipping away “yeah just a lot to process that’s all” he nods pulling out of the parking lot driving toward home.

and you couldn’t help but think something was off something was missing or maybe it wasn’t a something it was a someone

She Hates Me

A/N: Is this terrible? Idk maybe, really it’s up to you to decide, but I do think the idea is good. Cole said that they were probably going to play the Ethel x Jughead angle on Riverdale in an interview and the idea of a Jealous!Ethel kinda inspired this thing + I’m playing off on the shadiness seen in 1x03 
Feedback is always greatly appreciated! 
p.s.- I apologize if there are any mistakes. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader x Ethel

About: Ethel targets reader’s anxiety when she feels like the reader’s relationship with Jughead is much more than friends, and maybe she’s right causes the reader to avoid Jughead

Warnings: I think there’s a swear in there somewhere and the beginning might be a bit triggering as it’s Ethel being a meanie + mention of anxiety

Word Count: 2,500, give or take a few


           You’re too much of a nervous mess to make sense in any sort of conversation, aren’t you? No wonder he never talks to you, he probably just lets you hang out with him out of pity. Your anxiety is a damper to be around so how about you just leave Jughead alone. He doesn’t need you in his life and he sure as hell doesn’t want you in it either, so maybe it’s time for you to finally get the memo.

           Ethel’s words echoed in your head as you walked home with takeout from Pop’s, a place you had loved to take refuge in, now an environment full of negative emotions– too much of them to bare all at once. Jughead and you had been close friends since middle school because of the sitting arrangement in your English class at the time. You didn’t think anything had changed between the both of you, well not until Ethel crashed joined your quiet nights at Pop’s with Jughead.

           She’d constantly make conversation with Jughead, and crack jokes that made him laugh chuckle. You were happy there was a girl interested in him, except that she was a total bitch to you. Scratch that, Ethel didn’t even acknowledge your presence or the comfortable silence that there was between you and your best friend before she got there. Jughead either didn’t notice or didn’t care and would just continue to type away on his laptop while listening to Ethel talk.

           Then the incident between you and Ethel happened whilst Jughead was in the restroom. This was the first time you and Ethel were left alone with each other. You wanted to start a conversation with the girl who showed such fondness towards Jughead, but found it hard to start a conversation with Ethel as she glared at you. You had already felt incredibly uncomfortable and felt close to tears seeing Jughead not need you as company anymore, but when she let those harsh words out you left immediately. You didn’t understand why she had it out for you, but she definitely seemed to embody the voice in your head. You could barely walk as you were struggling to breathe, so thank God Archie had found you on his way to Pop’s.


           It had been five days since you and Jughead had spoken. You had tried to distance yourself from him and Jughead had noticed your efforts. He tried to talk to Archie about it, but he said that he promised you not to meddle. Archie didn’t agree with what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to see you in that state of distress again. Jughead wasn’t sure what he did wrong as he hadn’t noticed anything off the last time you guys hung out. You had left early because of some family issues, but family issues always seemed to arise more often nowadays. 

          Ethel seemed to appreciate the time alone with him, but Jughead felt uncomfortable being there with her by himself. Not to say that Ethel wasn’t great company, which she was, but she kept on interrupting his thoughts every time she spoke. Jughead rarely heard you speak when the both of you were at Pop’s, but he liked the way your voice was smooth every time you ordered despite knowing that you felt terrified that you were going to say it wrong.

          Jughead somehow managed to make eye contact with you despite being in the middle of a crowd, but you quickly looked away. You didn’t want to face Ethel or Jughead, but having a class with both of them and Riverdale being such a small town made the endeavor extremely difficult. You had a feeling Jughead knew what you were doing and was just letting you be, but you secretly hoped that he’d get fed up with your antics.

           “Y/N!” you heard Veronica call after you, so you turned around and waited for her. “It’s been a while girl, what’s been up?” Veronica said as she linked her arm with yours. Veronica was very kind to you and you appreciated the kindness she showed not only to you, but to all her fellow girls (unless they somehow managed to not deserve it).

          “Nothing really, just that meandJuggiearen’tfriendsanymore,” you say quickly.

          “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught any of that,” Veronica let out a small laugh and pulled you aside from the crowds of students walking in the halls.

          “I said that Jughead and I aren’t friends anymore,” you took a deep breath while Veronica looked more confused than ever.

          “You and Juggie were so close, though. Kev and I were even hoping the both of you would end up together,” Veronica admitted. After the whole Ethel ordeal, you had started questioning your feelings toward Jughead, sure, but you had only confused yourself further.

          “Well it doesn’t matter, Ethel brought some interesting points up last time I hung out with Jug,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. Jughead saw you again, this time speaking to Veronica, and had decided to talk to you to figure out how to salvage the friendship between the both of you. Of course, neither you nor Ronnie noticed the boy walk towards the both of you.

          “Really? What exactly were they?” it was Veronica’s turn to cross her arms across her chest. Her eyes were narrowed as if she knew that you weren’t about to say anything good. She was right, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Wait if you and Jughead were hanging out, I definitely hope you would call it a date, but why the hell was Ethel there?” her face was scrunched up in disbelief. Veronica once thought of Ethel as brave, and she was, but now she was beginning to wonder how much shadier that girl is. Jughead was at earshot at this point and started to piece things together in his head, stopping in his tracks.

          “It wasn’t a date Ronnie, you talk in those. Jughead and I hardly speak when we’re at Pop’s. As for why Ethel was there, she just sort of self-invited herself I guess. She asked me what I was doing one day and then she had just decided to tag along. And then she started to tag along for all of the times Juggie and I were at Pop’s,” you shrugged, your arms no longer crossed. You hadn’t noticed how much it bothered you until you said those words aloud. “Anyways, she just told me that Jughead probably only hung out with me out of pity, why else wouldn’t he speak to me when I’m obviously sitting across from him?” Veronica noticed you biting your lip from saying anything else.

          “Is that all she said Y/N?” Veronica asked, and you shook your head looking down at your shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world now. “Tell me what she said right now or I’ll get her to tell me herself,” Veronica’s tone was deadly, so you sniffled and mustered up all the courage you had to tell her.

          “She said that Juggie doesn’t need me in his life and that he doesn’t want me in it either,” Veronica’s face softened at your words. You had started crying so Veronica hugged you. “She was so mean Veronica, I mean who says these kinds of things to someone?” you pulled away from her embrace, cleaning up your face and wiping the tears away. You knew that you had told yourself those things, but it was easier to brush off when you could blame it on your anxiety. You definitely knew you looked like a complete and total mess because of that brief crying session. “I don’t even like Jughead in that way, I think. I’m just so confused and I don’t know how I feel and I just- it’s been five days and I miss him, Ronnie. Why do I miss him so much?”  

          “Because you care about him, and I sure as hell know that he cares about you, okay?” Veronica says reassuringly. “I think the best thing for the both of you right now is to talk to each other.” Archie had said the same thing, but you made him swear that he wouldn’t tell Jughead a thing. 

          “I doubt he’d want to speak to me, I’ve been ignoring him all week,” you let out a humorless laugh. Your face was blotchy, but you were no longer crying just sniffling from time to time. You felt the anxiety building up in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it.

          “I’d like to disagree,” Jughead said from behind you, making you tense up. “How about we ditch and go to Pop’s to discuss this Y/N, think of it as a way to repay me for the avoidance.”  

          “Go,” Veronica insisted as the bell rang. You nodded and sent her a small forced smile before turning to face Jughead.

          “Lead the way,” you mumble, keeping your head down.


           Sitting in a booth at Pop’s next to Jughead made you feel sick. You wanted to curl up in a ball and cry while hoping the earth would swallow you up whole.

          “Earth to Y/N,” Jughead snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes felt droopy so you didn’t bother to turn and look him in the eyes, not like you would have been able to anyways. You hummed to let Jughead know you were listening. “So now you’re spacing out on me?”

          “Sorry,” you mumbled an apology. You had to try to stop distancing yourself from the feelings this place brought or else no progress would be made. Your therapist had told you that before, and now you were finally taking her advice.

          “Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead asked, wanting the answers he should have asked for from the very beginning.

          “Tell you what exactly,” you weren’t about to start talking about the wrong thing, especially considering the fact that it wouldn’t have been the first time you did that.

          “About Ethel. Why didn’t you tell me she basically targeted your anxiety?” it was hard for Jughead to get through asking the question.

          “I didn’t want you to confirm what she had said,” you said quietly, shifting in the booth.

          “You actually believed her?”

          “I didn’t want to, but then I started analyzing everything and I noticed how our dynamic had changed from talking at all times to now hardly even saying any words when we’re near each other–”

          “That’s because we can literally make eye contact and have a full conversation Y/N… I don’t hang out…,” Jughead trailed off again, the words he was about to say felt as if they were burning his throat. He sighed, “Y/N I enjoy your company, just sitting across or next to you is good enough for me. I don’t need to have full conversations with you because you know me well enough to know that whenever I start whining like a baby when you get up it’s because I want you to grab me more food, or that when my hands are carefully tapping at the keyboard of my laptop it’s because I don’t know how to continue. You start talking about your day in hopes that I’ll figure out what to write and if I still haven’t started typing anything you start listing words alphabetically, which actually does help.

          “I’m the only one who knows that you only get the crease in between your brows when you’re trying to remember something you forgot and that when you start to fidget with your hands it’s because something is bothering you and making you feel uneasy. Y/N, I never want you to feel uneasy when you’re around me,” Jughead grabbed your hands. You hadn’t noticed you were fidgeting with them, you also hadn’t noticed that you were barely breathing.

          “Juggie I don’t know how I feel about y-you being this close to me,” you had said, barely above a whisper. You didn’t know what compelled you to tell him this information, but you felt the need to acknowledge it.

          “You think I do? I’m not even sure why I’m still holding your hands,” he said, his voice sounding deeper as he spoke at the same volume you did. He didn’t let go of your hands and instead, you quirked your eyebrow at him. He smirked, knowing that you were recalling the last time you held hands with each other. You gave him a small smile and noticed his eyes flickered towards your lips. You felt the need to do the same, and you remembered a time when you wondered what kissing was like.

          “Remember that time you let me kiss you?”

          “I remember the kiss, I don’t recall letting you,” you laughed at his reply, your forehead resting on his chest and your hands still intertwined.

          You were both no older than 13 as you walked next to each other on your way home. The friendship between the both of you had barely reached its first year of existence, while your anxiety was hardly existent. When you finally filled in the silence with a question, it was definitely not one Jughead saw coming.

          “Have you ever kissed anyone?” Jughead had scoffed, but you were genuinely interested.

          “Oh you’re being serious,” he said, as if he was surprised when you were indeed inclined to know.

          “’Course I’m being serious Jug.”

          “No Y/N, I have not kissed anyone. Have you?”

          “Nah, but I wonder what it’s like.”

          “It’s like exchanging saliva,” you gave Jughead a shove as the both of you laughed lightly. You guys neared your house and you were bummed you had to leave Jughead’s side.

          “Thanks for walkin’ me home Jug.”

          “It’s not a problem, you should know that by now. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

          You smiled and he seemed satisfied with that response when you planted a kiss on his lips. He was so surprised he didn’t even get to kiss you back, but you were happy with what you had gotten.

          “Not like exchanging saliva at all,” you grinned at him and skipped your way to the door. “Bye Juggie, I’ll see you tomorrow!” and with that you went inside.

          “When did everything get so complicated?” you ask, looking up at the boy. Your anxiety levels grew exponentially a month after that because the arguments between your parents grew just as much.

          “When we started to experience different types of feelings at the same time probably,” you hummed in agreement and a quiet fell over the both of you. You sat up straight in your seat, making eye contact with Jughead, but neither of you could explain why there was a feeling of panic being shared between the both of you. Maybe it was just nervous jitters that you were both feeling, but it felt a bit too suffocating to just be that. The both of you seemed to make a subconscious effort to lean in, but separated from each other, hands no longer being held either.

          “We should figure out how we feel about each other first?” you say but it comes out as a question instead of a statement.

          “Yeah,” Jughead said quickly, which made you laugh. “I mean, yes. We should definitely get our feelings straight before moving ahead.”

          And with that, you guys shook on it.

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