Jarchie Oneshots

||The reason why I die||

• Jughead and Archie going to explore an abandoned building and finding out some unpleasant things
• mild torture and death, also physical violence
• Jughead is a little shit
• reference to alcoholism and child abuse/neglect
• plays shortly before s1e1

July 4th was a rather warm day of summer — perfect for the start of a camping trip for two teenagers. Jughead and Archie had taken off the weekend in order to set out, have some fun, together without parents to oversee them. They had gotten Jughead's old mattress in Archie's trunk to make it more comfortable before laying a couple of blankets and pillows on top. After a stop at Pops, they had driven to Sweetwater River and ate dinner in front of the sunset before cuddling under the stars.

"Jug" Archie mumbled, being woken up from something hitting his face. He opened his eyes to see an arm covering his view on the blue sky. With a groan, he rolled around to face his sea star of a boyfriend. There were only two positions that Jughead's sleepless body knew: fetal and sea star, mostly the latter in order to push him off the bed and take the space for himself.

"Jug, you're using all the space again" The boy just groaned, rolling around the mattress to lay on his stomach.

"Shudup"

"You slapped me"

"Did not"

"Your arm has literally been on my face, not even ten seconds before" Archie protested as he sat up slightly.

"Let me sleep"

"The sun is up"

"Sorry, I'll photosynthesise later"

"Alright, I'll make you your coffee" Archie concluded, kissing Jughead's crown before climbing out of the trunk. Still stretching, he started to prepare breakfast.

Ten minutes later, the two were sitting by a bushbox, Jughead dreamily staring at the cup of coffee cooling down.

"You really got a caffeine problem, you know that?" Archie asked, chuckling softly.

"Shut up"

"I'm just trying to watch out for you"

"No need to, I'm fine"

"Sure you are" Jughead grumbled something, though Archie just nudged him.

The rest of the day was spent at the shore of Sweetwater River. The two took a swim in the pleasantly cool water of the river and walked along the shoreline, picking up pebbles and throwing them in the water. They watched the birds fly out of the trees and how the sun made its way west. Lunch was some soup from a can and the afternoon was wasted sunbathing in the lush green grass. When the sun was already starting to set, the sky orange, the two sat down on the sand, eating dinner while the water reached their ankles.

"You know what I want to do?" Jughead asked in the silence.

"What?"

"Explore the freakhouse. I haven't been there in ages"

"Because it's a freakhouse, in Greendale. Nobody goes in there. They say that it's haunted"

"It's not haunted" Jughead protested "It's a freakhouse, cause there's been at least two murders there and there's witches doing... their rituals. But not paranormal activities"

"Witches aren't that better from ghosts"

"Oh, come on. Nothing is going to happen, believe me. Jellybean and I went there all the time as kids" Archie sighed exasperated.

"You really want to go there, don't you?"

"I do, yes"

"But it's gong to be dark soon" He whined.