Jarchie Oneshots

||You're my winter (I'd hate to see you go)||

• Archie trying to keep his suicidal (boy-)friend alive
• suicidal!Jughead and generally mentally unstable (including: anorexia, self-harm, smoking and other substances)
• FP tries
• text fic

Monday, January 13th, 06:32am.

Archie: Good morning, Snowflake. Are you awake yet?

Monday, January 13th, 10:56am.

Jughead: I'm now. Sorry for the late reply. I slept till now

Archie: I'm taking, you're not back at school yet then?

Jughead: No, still at the hospital but dad's going to pick me up today and then I'll go back home

Archie: I'm glad. How are your arms? Do they hurt?

Jughead: Just the normal amount. It's okay, don't worry. They gave me painkillers and some other medication I'm supposed to take

Archie: 'Supposed to'? But you are taking them, right?

Jughead: Yes, I'm taking them

Archie: Okay, good. Because, you know, you have a tendency not to

Jughead: I'm taking them, Archie. I'll be fine

Archie: Will you? You gave me quite the scare on Friday

Jughead: I already apologized. It wasn't intentional. I accidentally cut too deep. That's all. I didn't mean to end it

Archie: I know. But it's not the first time either...
Archie: I'm just worried, snowflake. Can you blame me?

Jughead: Not really, no

Tuesday, January 14th, 01:35pm.

Jughead: *attached a video*
Jughead: I'm free!

The video opened in motion — light spilling across white walls, the squeak of wheels echoing down a hospital hallway. The camera wobbled a little before focusing on Jughead, sitting upright in a wheelchair, pale but smiling faintly. His arms were still bandaged, thick layers of gauze visible beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his hoodie. Perched on his lap sat Jellybean, her tiny hands gripping the armrests as FP pushed them forward with quiet concentration.
"I'm getting home!" Jughead announced, voice lighter than it's been in days.
"Hey, Archie!" Jellybean chirped, waving at the camera. FP glanced onto the screen and gave a brief, almost shy wave before steering them toward the exit.
"Anyways, I just got released. Dad will get us some food from Pop's now and the evening is booked with some cartoons-"
"And my cuddles!" Jellybean interrupted, giggling softly.
"Yes, and your cuddles" Jughead confirmed with a slight grin before pulling the phone closer to only show his face.
"Anyways, just wanted to update you real quick. I will probably text you later" Jughead finished before his thumb fiddled to end the video.

Tuesday, January 14th, 6:20pm.

Archie: Glad you're back home
Archie: How are you feeling?

Jughead: Fine, I guess. Arms hurt and Jelly is pestering me to eat more
Jughead: *attached a photo*

Jughead's room looked dim in the photo — fairy lights tangled along the headboard of his bed seemingly the only light source. He sat cross-legged on his bed, bandaged arms resting carefully at his sides. A plate of dinosaur-shaped nuggets and fries sat on his lap, ketchup arranged in delicate forms.
Jellybean leaned against him, holding up a fry to feed him while her brother was somewhere between embarrassed and amused.