You said I’d always be your only man
Archie finds out his twin sister has been having a secret relationship with Jughead.
“I wish this, we, didn’t have to be a secret” Jughead sighed.
I didn’t say anything, mostly because there was nothing to be said. This was the beginning to a discussion we’d had multiple times, and of which I couldn’t see the solution.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was in love with the dark haired boy, and that I would never let anything come between us, but I also knew that the peaceful feeling I felt radiating inside of me when I thought of Jughead would be gone if I told my brother about us.
Archie had been extremely protective of me ever since our parents split. He’d shielded me from all the bad things within his reach, and even though I was grateful to have him, I couldn’t help but wish that he would let me live sometimes, let me make mistakes, if necessary, and learn things for myself.
I pulled myself closer to Jug’s body, snuggling my face to his naked chest. “He would never approve of us, and you know that” I said softly yet sternly, to let him know that he shouldn’t start this again, that we would never reach a constructive conclusion to the problem simply because there wasn’t one. It was either be together in secret, or tell Archie about us and have him yell and be mad at us so much that everything would be ruined.
“You’re always preaching independence and freedom to young women, yet you can’t follow your own advice,” he scoffed. “God, why can’t we just tell him? He’ll be mad, I get it, but he’ll get over it.”
I propped myself up on one elbow, looking straight into Jughead’s eyes. I knew he didn’t mean to be offensive or disrespectful, he was only saying that because he was frustrated and sick of having to sneak around behind everyone’s back, but I was upset that he didn’t seem to even try and understand my point of view.
“Have you met Archie?” I raised an eyebrow. “Christ, I feel like you don’t even know him when you say shit like that.”
For once, Jughead let it go before our discussion could blow out of proportion, just like it had many times before. He sighed and wrapped his arm around my back so that I would go back to laying down.
“I’m sorry I brought it up. It’s just…” He couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to.
“Yeah, I know.”
And that was it. Months of the same four fucking sentences repeated over and over as if we were in a loop we couldn’t get out of.
That is, until the following Wednesday morning.
That Tuesday, Archie and Jughead had spent their night watching movies in our living room.
When I got home at around eleven, Archie was fast asleep on the couch in what looked like a rather uncomfortable position, and Jughead was sitting next to him watching yet another Episode of Star Wars.
“Hey” I waved, and he smiled back at me. “You sleeping over?”
“Cool.” It took all my might not to snuggle next to him and watch the movie, but I managed to walk upstairs to have a shower.
I stripped off all my clothes as the water heated up, and once I was left in nothing but my underwear, the door creaked open.
“Yo, I’m taking a shower! Knock next time!” I said, my hand already reaching out for a towel as I thought it was either my dad or my brother. Instead, Jug’s head peeked in.
“I thought you needed company,” he shrugged.
I scoffed as if I wasn’t pleased to be standing in front of him almost naked. “In the shower?”
“Eh, you never know when someone’s feeling lonely.”
I laughed, only to give him an apologetic smile right after.
“Jug, you know I’d love to, but Archie… and my dad…”
“Your dad won’t hear a thing, and Archie has been asleep for almost two hours. You know how he is, he won’t wake up until the morning, at this point.” He gave me a crooked smile. “I missed you…”
When I turned my head, he took it as his queue to shut the door behind him.
I’ll spare you the details; just know that we ended up in my bed.
I loved cuddling Jughead, especially after sex, but I knew that we couldn’t do it when we were at my house.
“Come on, Jug, you have to leave.” I nudged him when he cuddled up to my side and shut his eyes.
“Can we cuddle for, like, five minutes? I feel like you only use me for my body” he said jokingly. I chuckled and turned to the side, letting him spoon me.
“Fine,” I said as if I was doing him a favor. “Five minutes; but I swear to god, if you get caught…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, because he shut me up by putting his hand in front of my mouth. He laughed softly when I bit his finger, and minutes later I was asleep.
I woke up the next morning to loud commotion and my bedroom door being slammed open. When I felt the warmth of a body slip away from mine, I knew what was happening before I could open my eyes.
“What the fuck, Jughead!” Archie was yelling. Jug was standing in front of him in nothing but his boxers, his mouth ajar in a silent gasp. “Are you gonna say anything?” Archie kept yelling.
“I-I’m sorry, man,” was the best Jughead could come up with. So much for being a tormented writer.
Archie crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. “Is that he best you can do? My sister’s virginity is worth more than your fucking apology.”
“Yo, Archie, calm down!” I yelled, trying to get the boy’s attention. I felt the urge to get up, but realized that I wasn’t a good idea when I remembered that the upper half of my body was naked. I kept the sheets wrapped around me as I talked. “It’s not like I didn’t want to, okay? Stop acting… crazy.” Poor choice of words, but the mess in my head wouldn’t let me think straight.
“I’m the one who’s acting crazy?” Archie scoffed. “My best friend and my sister are fucking behind my back, and I’m the one who’s acting crazy!”
Neither Jughead or I said anything.
“And I’m guessing this has happened before, uh?” Archie asked, this time in a calmer tone, though I could tell he was trying hard to keep his boiling rage at bay.
I looked at Jug, and nodded. “Yes,” he said.
“We’re together, Arch” I said cautiously. I thought that letting him know it wasn’t a casual physical relationship would make things better, but, boy, was I wrong.
“What the hell?” Archie’s face turned a brighter shade of pink, and he shoved Jughead. “You’re dating my sister? I can’t fucking believe you, man. I thought you were my friend.”
“I am, and that’s how you know I’ll treat her right.” Finally, Jughead’s tongued started working properly again.
Archie seemed to have trouble fighting that logic, but he couldn’t let go of his anger. “I… How would you feel if I had sex with your sister, uh?”
That’s when the true screaming match began.
“It’s different! Jellybean is a child!”
“So is Y/N!”
“She’s twelve minutes younger than you, you dumbass!”
Neither of them said anything for a few seconds.
“Please, Archie” I chimed in. “Don’t be mad at us. I love Jughead, okay? Why can’t you see it?”
Archie looked at me, and his stare softened. “You said I’d always be your only man, remember?”
“Well, that was a lie even when I said it – ten years ago, may I add,” I chuckled. “because I also said to dad.”
Archie gave me a sad smile, and that’s when I knew he was giving in. We were sixteen: he knew that in the same way he’d have girlfriends, I would have boyfriends, and no amount of protecting could avoid it. At least, if I was with Jughead, he knew for a fact that I would be safe.
“My heart is big enough for all three of you, Archie…” I trailed off.
My brother sat on the edge of my bed, and Jughead thought it would be a good time to get dressed and throw me a tshirt. I put it on and crawled out of the covers, wrapping my arms around Archie’s broad back.
“I love you” was all I said, my voice muffled by Archie’s clothes as my face was pressed into his shoulder.
“I love you, too” he sighed and got up, turning to face Jughead, who’d been too scared to sit down – Archie’s fists are fast and unpredictable, the legend says.
“If you hurt her-”
“I won't” Jughead cut him off. “I’d rather hurt myself.”
“I don’t doubt it” Archie nodded, and the two of them sealed the peace with a hug.
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