Jarchie Oneshots

||He hated their first kiss||

• Jughead almost dying during an investigation
• blood and violence 

He hated their first kiss.

Now, Archie had imagined their first kiss quite often. It wasn't that he was hoping for it but... he did spare one or two thoughts to his best friend. Okay, maybe he did imagine it more than once or twice. And perhaps he did spend restless nights imagining what it would be like to kiss him. How it would feel to press his lips onto Jughead's. How it would taste. If it would send the butterflies loose in his stomach, the ants under his skin and the heat in his cheeks.

He imagined something beautiful.

Something peaceful.

Not this.

The two would be home, alone or with Fred asleep. They were laying in bed, cuddled up to one another like always. The light was dim and then their eyes lock and he would lean in and-

Jughead took him to a little investigation, nothing dangerous though, he wouldn't do that with him around. They were just sitting in his car again, veins still full of adrenaline and brain fuzzy from the thrill because they had just ran away from someone. It would be too much to hold in and they just had to do something and then he would lean in and-

They were in the locker room. Archie just came back from football practice and he just threw off his shirt because he was so hot and then Jughead walked in and suddenly he pressed him against the wall and one hand was resting on Jughead's cheek and then he leaned in and-

But not this.

Never like this.

He hated this — hated it.

He hated their first kiss.

They should be home or at school or in his car or at Pops. They should be somewhere safe. They shouldn't be here, in Greendale, outside some stupid bar, cold and alone.

"A-Alright. 28. 29. 30. Now mouth to mouth" Archie leaned down and pressed his lips onto Jughead's, trying to push in as much air as his lungs could hold before continuing.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

How could it end up like this?

Jughead had yet another case to solve. It was nothing big, not a new murder mystery to solve or having to shut down a mental institution. It was rather a family thing to be taken care of. For at least the past month, Jughead had been trying to find someone.

Forsyth Pendleton Jones I.

Alias Jughead's grandfather.

After everything that has happened at Stonewall Prep, Jughead wanted to have some clarity. He needed answers to his questions. For weeks he had been searching for him, any clue depriving from that one photo that he had found in the book of the Quill and Skull society.

Jughead ran into his room, out of breath and forehead sweaty. Archie jumped up from bed on instinct, pausing the video that he watched on YouTube.

"Jughead, what's- what happened?"

"We- We need to go. You have, have to drive me" He stammered, reaching for breath as he bend forward to rest his hands on his thighs.

"First you tell me what's going on. Why are you out of breath?"

"Because I ran from Pops. We need to go, now, please"

"That's a twenty minute walk, you don't even run in p.e." Archie said as he got up.