When my boyfriend and I went out for our belated valentine’s dinner on Friday night, I had no idea that he put in a note for our reservation that we were also celebrating my acceptance to the PhD program. Only thing is I hadn’t heard back yet (and even if I had, there was no guarantee of that their decision was in my favor). So of course my jaw dropped when the waitress came by with two champagne glasses and a “congratulations” when I was still waiting on that darned email.
Well, the email came in as I was walking out of class this afternoon. Y'all. God took my dreams and made them bigger than I could have ever imagined. I’M GETTING MY PhD IN NURSING. I am overwhelmed with joy. I have the opportunity to be a person of influence in my profession by delving further into end-of-life care; my hope is that our elders will not only live well, but die well also. This is a place not many are willing to go, but I’m going to pave the way in faith– after all, the One who gave me these dreams has already gone before me.
Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader has feelings
for both Jughead and Archie, but doesn’t want to hurt either of them.
Summary: Jughead, Archie, Reader love triangle
word count: 1.5k
this is a bit shit i’m sorry I’ve had a lot on the past couple of weeks
I sat in pops, the iridescent lights leaving an ominous glow
amongst the few people who decided to stay here at this time of night. I sit
there reading a book waiting for Archie, it was a Tuesday night which meant
Archie and I were due for milkshakes and a bowl of fries. He arrived without my
notice, my nose too far in my book for me to care about any other being I this
I jump and let out a gasp as a pair of large hands wraps
themselves around my eyes, blocking my view from the words before me. “Archiekins” I giggle turn lifting my hands to
his to pry them away from my eyes, only to be met by the infamous ginger
himself. His dashing smile taking over his face. “Scoot over y/n/n” he says in
my ear gesturing with his head for me to move over in the booth. I move over
allowing him to slide in beside me.
He gently places an arm over the back of the booth behind my
shoulders. I sink back into my seat letting his arm brush against my shoulders
slightly. It was moments like these I thought we’d make the perfect couple. He
always treated me so well, and we’d shared a couple of kisses in the past from
being caught up in a heated moment. But something always manages to get in the way.
Jughead Jones. He never fails to sway my feelings for the
ginger haired preppy boy before me. Whenever everything is going perfectly
between us, Jughead always seems to pop up in some way and I’m never able to
shake those feelings I get when he’s around.
He was the complete opposite to Archie. Where Archie Andrews
held musical and physical talent, and was no doubt Mr. Popularity as of
recently (and was easy on the eye) Jughead Jones was boorish in some manners
but it suited him, he held a high level of intelligence that no one else could
equate to and had distinctive features that made him attractive.
It was fair to say that they both had qualities I was
attracted to. And both of them had been pining after me for months. I knew because
both Veronica and Kevin had been telling about Archie’s feelings towards me, I didn’t
know about Jughead until I overheard him speaking with Betty about it.
At times it feels like they are fighting over me. I can
never hang out with the group anymore because every-time I do there always ends
up being chaos.
“So what do you say
y/n?” I hadn’t realised I had zoned out until Archie asked the question.
“Huh? What sorry, Arch I didn’t hear you, I zoned out?” I
reply slightly ashamed at the fact he had been sat here speaking to me for
5 minutes while I blanked him.
“Can I take you out on a date this Saturday? We could go out
of town or something?” he speaks quietly getting nervous. Just as he finishes
his sentence, Jughead walks through the door and sits down at the table opposite
us. Archie sighs and lets out a “typical” shaking his head I just look between
the two a little stunned. This seems to be a reoccurring theme. Whenever one
tries to take things further the other magically appears. “Sorry did I interrupt
something” Jughead says looking between Archie and I with a confused look on
his face. “No-“I go to reply but was interrupted by a rather pissed off Archie “Actually
yeah, Jug you are, don’t you find it convenient how, I say I’m going to take
y/n out and you happen to turn up just as something is going to happen?” Archie
beings to raise his voice.
“Woah- something was going to happen? And what exactly was
that Archie?” I interject. Not really enjoying the fact he’s speaking about me
as if I’m not even here. “You know what I mean y/n/n” he sighs and looks
towards me. Jughead sits up straight. His jaw locked looking between Archie and
I and realising how close we were.
“oh and what was it
that you said to the football team Arch, something getting laid and y/n being ‘lucky
girl’ who gets the honour?” Jughead smirks towards Archie knowing he had
something on him.
“Could you two stop treating me like an object for one
second and perhaps take my feeling into account? I’m tired of you two competing
for my attention. I like you both okay. I can’t decide what I want right now
because I just don’t know” I stand up brushing past Archie and exit the diner
walking towards my car.
I jump into the small vehicle and make the short journey
Later that evening I find myself laying in bed thinking over
everything that has happened with both of them over the past few months when a
text comes through on my phone.
Juggie: Hey y/n I’m outside could you let me in so we can
I sigh and walk downstairs opening the front door to see
Jughead standing on my lawn looking a little dishevelled. I gesture for him to
come in and he does, slipping his shoes off in the doorway before slinking off
upstairs, into my room, I follow him closing and locking the door behind me.
“Look about befor-“
“It’s fine Jughead, lets just leave it” I sigh walking
around to sit on the bed.
“No I’m tired of leaving it, we always leave it. You always
give Archie a chance and you never give me a chance.” He says looking down at
“At least let me try something before you completely give up
on the idea of us” he whispers. I nod and he takes my hands pulling me off the
bed so I’m standing in front of him.
hands slip around my waist and one glides up my arm to land on my shoulder. I
hold in my breath at the gentle caresses and movements of his fingers on my skin.
He leans down and places a kiss on my lips. I just stand there shocked un-able
to move. My body felt like ice and as his warm lips melted into mine I shattered
into a thousand pieces. I lifted my arms a little to rest on his biceps and I moved
my lips with his. I pulled away breathless. Smiling I looked into his eyes and
saw something in them I never had before.
“What do you want y/n” he asks me quietly. He knew exactly
what he was doing and knew what the answer was going to be.
i wish for a fic where aaron admits he actually fancies robert. like, just thinks he's properly fit. because, FACTS.
It’s not as if Aaron didn’t know he had a good-looking husband. He was well aware that Robert was a good-looking bloke, thank you very much, Robert’s looks had been one of the first thing’s he’d noticed about him, all preppy blonde hair and a smarmy grin fixed in place on his mouth, two things Aaron had never known he found attractive in a fella.
But today? Today Robert was out to ruin him. It was the height of summer, and they’d come to the Woolpack for a few post work pints. Aaron was sitting at one of the outside benches with Adam and Victoria, nursing the dregs of a cider, waiting for Robert to come back with their next round.
Expect he was yet to stop talking to Nicola, standing with his hands on his hips, those ridiculous blue trousers he’d donned that Saturday morning highlighting the curve of his arse, the material tight across his thighs.
God, Aaron loved his arse, and those trousers did nothing but highlight his husband’s great arse. The white shirt he’d paired it with wasn’t exactly helping either, the pristine shirt rolled up to Robert’s elbows, showing off his broad shoulders, the length of his back.
Aaron knew every inch of the skin under that shirt, every freckle, every scar. His mouth was practically watering as he stared at Robert, admired the summery outfit he was wearing, admired the way his blonde hair was slightly messy, his new sunglasses perched on top of his head, his serious business face fixed in place as he and Nicola chatted.
“Huh?” Aaron turned to his sister -in-law, flushing bright red as he realised he’d bene caught staring.
“A picture would last longer.” Victoria smirked, sipping on one of the summery cocktails Charity had decided to start serving as they’d entered the height of summer, long bright days making people happy enough to hand over ten quid for a badly mixed glass of spirits and food colouring.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Aaron shook his head, draining the last of his cider. He shouldn’t feel embarrassed, getting caught staring at his own husband’s arse, but he wasn’t exactly used to being so open and honest about how much he honest to god fancied the pants off Robert, even now, over a year down the line from when they’d first gotten back together.
“Mate, you were practically drooling!” Adam snorted, tossing a handful of peanuts into his mouth,
Aaron rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m allowed to fancy my husband, aren’t I?” he grumbled, spinning his empty glass between his hands, watching as Robert finally ducked inside the pub to get them their next round.
Victoria beamed at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say you fancy Robert!” she exclaimed, nudging Adam. “Have you?”
“It’s not like we’re always talking about that sort of thing.” Adam shrugged, polishing off the last of his peanuts.
“Talking about what?” Robert asked, arriving back to the table with another tray of drinks for them, his sunglasses back in place, blonde hair mussed up and glowing in the sunshine.
“About how much Aaron fancies the pants off ya.” Victoria giggled, reaching for her fresh cocktail, looking delighted with herself as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, trying to gauge their reactions.
Robert simply smirked, giving Aaron’s knee a squeeze under the table. “Good thing I fancy the pants off him as well then.”