Hold on...

4.3K 93 91
                                    

Written by Heidi :)) x Um this may be pretty sad and mentions violence but blink and you'll miss it. This was inspired by episode 13, I just wanted to end it differently, Jarchie style!
Hate to break it to you peeps but this is also a sad one. But don't worry more sappy lovey ones soon.
But before we begin Ayla and I wanted to thank you all for 1k reads, it's given us so much happiness to be able to provide you all with adorable "Jarchieness". If you ever want something written don't be afraid to message us, we will be more than happy to give back. You guys are awesome.
As always, enjoy!! 💕

Archie could distinctly remember the first time it happened. It was not easy to forget, the tingles that shot up his arm and warmed his heart were burned onto his memory. They had been together for a few months and in that time Jughead had proved that he wasn't the most affectionate person ever which is why it was so special when it happened. It was when it was just him and Jughead and both were drifting in and out of sleep, laying side by side in bed. The room was dark, the town out the widow had long since retired to bed, the house had been quite. Just as Archie was mere seconds from being consumed by blissful sleep he felt those soft fingers of Jughead's cling gently onto his own, their hands meeting under the sheets of the bed. Archie smiled softly to himself, sending Jughead's hand a squeeze and then with the contentment flowing through his blood he drifted off into slumber with Jughead beside him.

Since the first time it had happened every single night, when both were wrapped up in bed like wool, Jughead would slip his hand into Archie's, neither would say anything, not wanting to disturb the comfortable silence. Over time Archie found himself needing the feel of Jughead's hand to sleep, it kept him grounded and stopped his thoughts from wondering. It allowed him a break from his weary mind, it brought him home. Archie used to think that a home was a building on a plot of land, but Jughead made him realise that home was feeling, a sense of belonging and love. Jughead was Archie's home and that's what he loved the most.

Eventually, the police caught up with Jason Blossoms murderer, it had been his own father after all. Archie had thought the discovery would put an end to the stressful months, would keep his friends out of trouble. The problem was that it didn't work out that way, Betty had been terriosed by an unknown person, she'd had abuse scrawled onto her locker in pigs blood. (Archie had no idea where they got pigs blood from, he remembers asking his dad but he didn't know either.) Archie just wanted to be sure Jughead was safe, he couldn't bare it if anything happened to him. Then Cheryl had tried to kill herself and Archie had to be the hero once again, pulling her from the freezing cold icy water after punching through the block ice. Afterwards Jughead had scolded him for putting himself in danger and breaking his hand (Luckily not the one Jughead held every night.) but he also thanked him and dubbed him a 'lifesaver'. Archie didn't think he was a life saver, he was doing what anyone else would do. Still, Jughead was enamoured by his boyfriends bravery.

Then all had died down, there was less drama you could say, the town of Riverdale adjusted to the news and everyone carried on as normal, just with a little more paranoia and keeping their wits about them. So, Archie had decided to treat Jughead to a milkshake and food at Pop's. It was quiet when they arrived, just them and Pop's mopping the floor sloshing water about.

"Sit down, babe, order for me; I'm just going to wash up." Archie told Jughead once they'd entered the diner, he knew Jughead would know what to order him- it was always the same.

For once Archie felt secure and happy. His hands meeting the cold stream of tap water, he sighed a breath of relief that the last few months were over and he could look forward to the future with his boyfriend. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't remember a time he was this glad. The only time he could think of was when he first asked Jughead out on date or the time his mom surprised him with a visit. He felt like he was on cloud nine, floating on pure glee.

As he finished up the wide smile on his lips vanished like a breath of wind, the sight that greeted him when he walked from the toilet was not what he had expected. He thought he would see Jughead smirking at him over the rim of large milkshake glasses as he sat waiting for Archie at the table. The last thing he thought he would see was Pop's slung over the table while a masked gunman held a gun to his head. His eyes shifted over to Jughead, who sat there equally as wide eyed but with an expression on his face that told Archie to; stay there and for the love of god don't put yourself in trouble. Archie knew Jughead would hate him for being the hero, once again, but the need to protect his boyfriend consumed Archie like it was barbed wire around his heart.

He took a small step and immediately the gunman stood up and pointed that dam gun at Archie's head, the metal glinting under the bright lights.

"Archie do not move." Jughead warned him from across the floor. But Archie was never going to listen to him. The tension in the air was palpable, wrapping around the limbs of Archie and Jughead- making them rigid with fear. The end of a gun was still aimed at his head with a steady hand.

"What do you want?" Archie asked, his voice with an underlying tremble. Jughead glared at him, as if he couldn't understand why Archie was communicating with the enemy but there was concern visible inside his eyes.

Click.

The gun encased in the hand of the masked gunmen gave off a small clicking sound as the trigger was seconds away from being pulled. The time it took between firing the bullet seemed to fly by at the speed of light and outside the birds in the trees took off at the harsh ringing sound. But as the gunman ran from the scene time slowed, seeming to be going at sand timer speed. Then Archie met Jughead's wide eyes and flinched, his hand clutching his abdomen, a patch of dark ruby red blood soaking through his shirt. He fell to the floor in a heap and Jughead was quick to race over and catch him.

"Archie!.." He cried out hoarsely, dragging his wounded boyfriend into his lap, helping to apply pressure on the wound. His trembling pale hands contrasting against the crimson blood. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as Archie stared up at him with a pained smile spread out on his lips.

"Juggie.." he whispered, face contorting with pain as he shifted slightly, a hand wrapping around Jughead's arm. "It hurts.."

"I know, don't move okay, helps on its way. You're going to be alright." Jughead was panicking now, his heart was beating wildly in his chest and the hands smeared with his own boyfriends blood shook like a leaf in a storm. "You're going to be alright." He said once agin again and hoped with all he had that he was right. He didn't know what he would do if anything happened to Archie, he would be lost and the world wouldn't seem so bright anymore. Archie kept Jughead strong and he wished he told him so more often.
"I love you." Jughead leaned down to whisper in his ear, placing a gentle kiss to Archie's pale cheek. "So much- so you have to be okay, for me? Please be okay for me?"
Jughead could see the way Archie's eyes were dropping and his breath grew even more laboured and shallow, he seemed almost too peaceful as he smiled up at Jughead softly as if he was about to fall asleep.
"J-Jughead." He muttered, his body still and instantly Jughead nodded and brushed a hand through Archie's hair. "Could you hold my hand? I like it when you do it before I sleep- I'm falling asleep Jughead." Archie managed to whisper out and Jughead had to almost strain himself to hear his voice.
Jughead shook his head desperately. "No- no you're not, don't say that. Talk to me Arch.. tell me something."
"My dad, Jug, what about my dad?" Archie seemed frantic but with the little energy he had left in him it wasn't obvious to tell, his body hurt too much to move. "Tell my dad I'm sorry."
"You can tell him yourself." Jughead commented, a shake in his voice. His hand wrapped tight around Archie's own, as if he could stop him from slipping away, as if he could keep him at his side forever. Jughead wanted to spend forever with Archie. "When you get better, okay? He'll want to hear you say it."
Finally the flashing lights of the ambulances loomed into sight and Jughead sighed a breath of relief, continuing to talk to Archie to keep him conscious.
"Stay with me Archie, help is here."
If help had been a moment longer Archie may have made it out that diner alive and Jughead will be forever grateful. Now he can spend the rest of his life with Archie, his heart and soul.
I feel evil.

Jarchie oneshotsWhere stories live. Discover now