Jarchie oneshots

Break in 2.0

Written by Heidi :)) x
I'm not too sure how this will turn out but either way I hope you enjoy;) this is the aftermath, but it's mainly about jughead's feelings.
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There was something different about Jughead, Archie noticed, and he's not talking about how the boy seems slightly more closed off than before because that's just Jughead- doesn't have many friends, or so he thinks. He's noticed that Jughead never wants to leave the house, sure he's always been a bit of a recluse but not to the extent that he is now. Recently, he's been forcing Archie to leave the house and buy what he needs from the store, just the other night he made Archie travel just to buy him chocolate. Of course Archie had went without much of an argument, but he knows his boyfriend as this quietly confident, independent teenager. Not someone who acts more like a woman in her nineties'. And when he does actually, physically, leave the house he's pressed up to Archie's side as if he's been glued there by invisible superglue.
Archie loves the attention but it's just not Jughead. He doesn't usually like romancing in public, or being the centre of the schools gossip- yet as he walks around with pressed to Archie's side constantly people are beginning to talk. Students are making up wild theories and trying to involve themselves into Archie and Jughead's relationship. Getting Jughead to talk about his feeling is like trying to get blood from a stone, or forcing a horse to drink water- he simply won't do it, because "arch I've told you I don't need a shrink I'm fine. 100% a-okay." And really that was the main reason Archie doesn't believe him. Because when has Jughead ever said a-okay? All in all he's decided there is something wrong with his boyfriend and he's determined to get to the bottom of it.
And when Jughead wakes up before Archie on a Saturday he knows, definitely, that something is not right. Never in all their relationship had Jughead woken up before Archie, no, he valued his sleep too much and occasionally Archie would go for a run while Jughead slept. But not that morning, everything was different, Archie had rolled around in bed expecting to find Jughead snuggled under the sheets and he would shift right up to him so he could lay his head on Jughead's chest but all his arm brushed against was the lifeless puddled sheets of their bed. No Jughead. And no morning cuddles.
Immediately Archie sat up, the covers slipping down his body, a crease between his brows as he frowned deeply. The house was silent, no feet padding against the floor, no shower running, his dad would have been at work no doubt- checking over everything he could even though it was the weekend, he was a working man that never took the day off. Archie jumped up from the warm bed, which somehow didn't feel as welcoming or comforting without Jughead beside him in it, he tugged up a pair of sweatpants that had been discarded on the floor up his legs, they may have even been Jughead's given that they felt slightly more snug than he'd remembered. However he made no move to take them off, instead he threw on a t-shirt and advanced down the stairs- hoping to meet Jughead somewhere at the bottom of them. As Archie passes the front door he's surprised to see the metal chain has been pulled across, someone had locked the door form the inside. All the curtains in the house were drawn and even though it some sunlight peeked through the slip between them the hall was still dimly lit. All the lights were off and the hairs on the back of Archie's neck stood up on end, as if a gust of wind had passed him, but the hall was warm not cold and there was no evident breeze.
"Jughead?" Archie dared to call out, after much internal deliberation, his voice carried down the hallway, bouncing off the walls, but he was answered only by a defiant silence. His eyes skimmed over towards the bat leaning against the wall beside the door, near the pot that held two umbrellas, it was like a lifeline in that moment and Archie knew exactly where it was if he needed to use it, which he hoped he wouldn't. He never wanted a repeat of the night a man broke into his home to ever happen again.
As he reached the kitchen his hand fumbled around on the wall as he searched for the light switch, finally his fingers discover what he wanted to find and he flicks on the light. Which cascades into the room from the bulb above, he squints his eyes against the sudden bright light before they adjust and he skims them around the room. The sight his stare falls upon nearly takes his breath away, he gasps, legs temporarily unable to move. There sits Jughead, with his knees pulled up to his chest on the floor, huddled up in the corner of the kitchen as if the wall could protect him from all evil. He's trembling, from fear and maybe because he's dressed only in a pair of grey sweats and the tiled floor is cold just against Archie's bear feet, Jughead must be freezing.
"Juggie? What are you doing?" He asks gently and approaches Jughead's huddled form in corner as if he were a wild animal and any sudden movement would scare him away. "Come back to bed with me?"
Jughead stares only at the front door and it's only then, when his fingers tighten their hold around the object, that Archie realises he's got a knife clutched in his shaking hand. He doubts it's there to cause anyone physical harm, not Jughead himself anyway, but for protection and to calm his racing mind. It's as if he hadn't even noticed Archie standing there, he still, aside from the tremors racking his body, his eyes are unmoving and wide, his dark pupils making his eyes appear black.
"Jug?" Archie crouches down in front of him, with a palm outstretched showing he means no harm, he blocks Jughead's view of the door and finally their eyes meet. But Jughead's gaze is hazy and distant whereas Archie's hold conviction and strength that Jughead needs in that moment. "What.. why are you down here?"
He remembers Jughead beside him in bed when he fell asleep last night, and he knows he wasn't there when he woke so at some point he'd stumbled down the stairs and went to the corner of the kitchen. Archie's eyes widen considerably at the thought that Jughead might have been awake all night sat there like a guard dog.
"Have you had any sleep?" Archie puzzles, hoping that no annoyance could be detected in his tone, only concern. Jughead merely shakes his head and Archie panics over what to do. He could call his dad, he may understand, but if he just suddenly enters the house he may frighten Jughead and whilst he's holding a knife that's not something he wants to risk. Archie's going to have to try his very best to support Jughead through whatever this is.
"Talk to me, babe, what's going on inside your head?" Archie hesitantly comes to sit beside Jughead on the tiled kitchen floor, he doesn't touch him however but there sat so close that their thighs brush against each other's. Archie's eyes remain solely on Jughead, but his eyes are now on the floor, gazing at his feet. "What are you afraid of? Hm? There's no one here. Just you and I."
Jughead shakes his head and a whimper escapes his lips at the same time, Archie wants to reach out and touch him, brush his fingers over the boys whitened knuckles but at the same time he doesn't want to scare him away so he keeps his hands in his lap.
"I thought.. I heard someone, downstairs, and I just had... I think there's someone in the house again."
"No," Archie shook his head, desperately trying to make Jughead see that there is nothing to be afraid of. "There's not, I promise, the doors locked and it's just us."
"I locked the doors, he got away last time, not again Archie. The police will get him this time."
"There's no one in the house jug, no one to catch, alright?" Archie says carefully, Jughead reminds him of a frightened child in that moment, as if he's just a little boys who has lost his mother in a store.
"I'll check for you, every room in the house, I promise I won't find anything or anyone."
Jughead looks appealed at that idea and he shakes his head, reaching out to clutch Archie's hand, to stop him moving or leaving him. The glinting knife is still gripped in his other hand and the sight of it makes Archie nervous.
"Why don't you put that down, yeah?" Archie gestures towards it and suddenly Jughead realises he's holding it and throws it across the room, a gasp leaving his mouth. He must have been so dizzy from fear when he grabbed it earlier at some point over the course of the night.
"I'm so scared Archie," Jughead whispered, twisting his head around to stare at Archie, his bottom lips trembles and his head dives down to lean against Archie's chest. He knows Jughead is crying but says nothing about it, the boy would only hate it if he brought attention to the tears gliding down his cheeks. Archie runs a hand over Jughead's bare back, hushing him softly, laying a kiss to his hairline.
"You're okay, love, you're safe."
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I should have probably written more but I wanted to post... and I don't know who the intruder was so couldn't write who it was. If that makes sense😩
ALSO RIVERDALE!! Eek. (I won't give away no spoilers 😋) poor Archie and his paranoia tho*_*