Jarchie oneshots :)

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Archie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, eyeing his reflection. His hands ran down his sides and his stomach. He wished he looked like the other guys on the team, bulging biceps, defined abs. He looked towards the wall, allowing tears to fall from his bloodshot eyes. If he looked like that he knew all his problems would be solved, he wished that he could just cut it all off, all the fat that clung to his body, stopping his muscled from being seen, stopping  him from looking like a real man.

What could Jughead possibly see in him, he wasn't the smartest, the funniest, the most handsome, he wasn't the most anything. Maybe the most ugly, he thought to himself. Jughead was insanely smart, god he was funny, and best of all he didn't care what he looked like. He would always say women would die to be as skinny as him, so he may as well appreciate it. Even the though of his Jug made the corners of his mouth turn up. Jug was beautiful, there was no questioning it, Archie just wanted him to get something in return, to be enough for him.

He heard the door open below and the sort creek of the floorbords up the stairs. He assumed it was his dad he always got in late, but it didn't sound quite right. The footsteps didn't sound like corse labouring boots, and they appeared to be skipping two steps at a time. They made towards his room the door creaked open, then slammed shut. Suddenly the bathroom door swung open, Jughead was smiling, face relaxed, leaning himself against the frame of the door frame. Archies back was turned, arms covering his torso.

"So much for calling me when you got home", he mocked, features soft, "I was worried".

"Nah, Im good. Ill  be out in a second", Archie offered a weak smile, voice horse. 

"Somethings wrong".

"Im fine".

"No, seriously, I can tell somethings-".

"Just leave it ok", Archie shouted, raising his hands above his head causing Jughead to take a step back, his brows furrowing, smile fading. The silence became dense.

"I...", he started, not sure of what he should do, how to fix it, "I just wanted to make sure you were ok".

"Well I am", he snapped.

"Well thats a lie", Jughead enunciated, crossing his arms now to, only to unfold them realising hostility probably wouldn't help. His eyes melted as he took in the redhead infant of him, puffy eyes, red marks down his sides where it looked like his skin had been pulled, or maybe pinched. He took a step closer, trying to take his hands in his his own, only for them to return to shrouding his torso. "Help me to understand", he asked, staring into his boyfriend's tired eyes.

"I don't know how to explain it", Archie murmured, eyed looking downwards.

"Try...for me", he said, finally grasping Archie's hands, pulling them away from his stomach despite the weak protests.

"Its pathetic", he whispered.

"I bet its not", Jughead reassured, "Hey, look at me, Im not going to judge you".

"But everybody else does", he mumbled, his eye's meeting Jughead's. Jughead brows furrowed, head cocked to the side. He said nothing and weighted for him to continue, ready to listen. "Its so easy for everybody else to wear what ever they want and not be afraid it shows what lies underneath; they can shower after practise with out the fear of somebody looking over, without the fear of disgusting someone. To not suck their stomach in when they wear swim trunks, or not break down when trying on new clothes. To not be repulsed by your own body". Tears were falling down his face now. His voice had become stronger, but also more pained, he shifted uncomfortably under the silence that followed, eyes returning to the ground.

Jughead swallowed, moved by his pain. "I think you're beautiful", he moved closer, placing a hand on the side of Archie's face, forcing him to look up. 

"You just feel bad, just pity me", he choked out, afraid that if he said more he would break down. 

"Nothing I can say will fix this", Jughead started, a tear falling from his eye, "But I want you to know that I love you, I think your a masterpiece-"

"Stop", Archie whispered, trying to turn his head away.

"No, I don't know what to say to help you but I want you to understand you're worth helping. You're the most perfect person I've ever met, both inside and out. You do realise that with an ass like mine I could've had any member of the team. But I chose you... and I love you". He wiped a tear from Archie's face, standing on his tiptoes to press his lips against his forehead.

"I think you'll find that I was the one that did the choosing", Archie chuckled, a delicate smile appearing in his face, Jughead's too.

"I want to help you, do you trust me?"

"Always".

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Hey there guys, I feel this is a really important message, I hope I delivered it ok. Boys face stuff like this to, and its just as important.