Riverdale One-Shots

Stubborn

Can you do a Bughead one where Betty and Jug are out on a date, but Betty starts to not feel good and gets sick, so Jug takes her back home and takes care of her? They're engaged in this!

-wildanimalgaming7

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She felt sick.

Her head hurt from the loud beating of her heart in the silent room, face, hands, and armpits sweated in the cold, body shivered, and her arms were covered in goosebumps. She ran her fingers over her forearm, frowning at the could touch, and sniffled before standing up from the couch.

The slow movement made her dizzy, and the blonde rapidly grabbed onto the armrest, closing her eyes. After the spinning sensation had disappeared, Betty opened her eyes with a loud sigh, and let her head fall back, staring at the ceiling in disappointment. Her lips were pouting as she glared at it. She hated being sick. Especially on a night like this.

Her head jerked up at the sound of someone clearing their throat in the doorway. Eyes slightly widened, and lips parted, Betty found Jughead watching her, his eyebrows knitted together, and a worried expression on his face. She held her breath, staring right back at him, and only let herself exhale when he sighed, shaking his head.

They kept their eyes locked when he made his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, gently guiding her into his warm body. He hummed questioningly, yet after a few quiet seconds seemed to realize she wasn't about to tell him anything and leaned away. Peering down at her startled and slightly uncomfortable-looking face, Jughead arched his eyebrows.

"Are you sick?" he asked, voice gentler than he had thought it would be.

Betty broke the newly made eye contact and shook her head, snuggling her cheek into his shoulder. "All good, Jug."

The guy tilted his head toward hers and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. He wasn't stupid, he could clearly notice that her face was paler than usual, and hands sweating. Yet, if she didn't want to tell him, he wouldn't mention it either... As long as her forehead wasn't warm.

Dropping an arm from around her, he brought his hand to her head and pressed his palm against her forehead. Frowning at the slightly warmer skin than usual, Jughead met her eyes again, only to find them looking innocent, the blonde smiling up at him.

"Alright..." he slowly said. "Are you almost ready to go?" He brushed gentle kisses to her forehead twice after Betty nodded.

"Just wanted to go to the bathroom first," she said and leaned up to kiss his cheek before walking off.

Sighing, Jughead looked after her and shook his head. He would have to change his plans.

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With Betty's hand in his, their fingers laced together, Jughead held a cup of coffee while Betty's was occupied around a hot chocolate she had barely touched. Walking down the snow-filled, crowded street of New York, the two stayed completely silent, simply enjoying each other's company and every once in a while sniggering together when passing someone with an interesting conversation they just happened to overhear.

The guy tilted his head to the side when they stopped in harmony. His eyes found Betty's face, the girl watching the ice rink with a big smile on her face. And whether because of the glint in her eyes or for the fact that her cheeks had regained color, Jughead nudged his head toward the Rockefeller ice rink and the crowded state of it.

"You wanna go skate for a while?"

The blonde smiled yet shook her head, looking up at him. "As if we'd get tickets right now."