Riverdale Preferences and Imagines

They're Sick

Archie Andrews:

Archie had been sick for most of the week, but apparently he was very good at hiding it. He continued to attend school, and the two of you hung out a few times. You hadn't noticed anything was wrong until he wasn't at school one day. You sat in your usual spot in algebra, waiting for the redhead to take his place in the seat beside you. It wasn't until midway through class that you decided he wasn't coming. You decided to text him.

Outgoing Message: To Archiekins <3

You okay?

You put your phone back in your pocket, awaiting the buzz to signal a response. But by the end of the block, the text hadn't come and you were worried. You decided to ditch your next class and check on your boyfriend. You gathered your things before walking the short distance to his house.

Once you arrived, you didn't bother knocking. You walked right in, noticing Archie's shoes sitting by the front door.

"Arch?" You called. No answer. You made your way up to his bedroom, and saw him. He was incredibly pale, and his face glistened with sweat. You placed your bag down, glancing at the bucket that sat at his bedside. You sighed, feeling bad for not realizing. You sat on his bed, brushing the hair from his eyes. He woke up slowly.

"Hey." You whispered. He squinted at his phone.

"You should be at school." He muttered. You shook your head.

"I'd rather be here."

Cheryl Blossom:

You glanced at your girlfriend for what felt like the hundredth time as she cleared her throat.

"Do you want some more medicine?" You offered, but she shook her head. She was snuggled into your chest, basically completely in your lap. You sighed, continuing to run a hand through her hair, and she shut her eyes again. She had been sick for a few days, and refused to leave your side. She coughed lightly, swallowing hard after.

"Cheryl, I really think we should go to the doctor's." You suggested.

"Well I don't." She whispered. You rolled your eyes at her stubbornness, but decided to not push the issue.

After a few minutes, you felt her breathing slow, and her mouth opened slightly. She always did this when she was fast asleep, and you smiled. You could only hope that she felt better once she woke up.

Jughead Jones:

You love Jughead, you really do. But his constant whining about his headache was getting seriously annoying. But, since he was sick, you bit your tongue.

"My head hurts." He pouted for what, the millionth time?

"I know, Juggy. Just wait for the meds to kick in." You begged, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. He groaned, curling into your side more.

"I hate this." He muttered. You stayed silent, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Try to sleep, or something." You eventually suggested. He shook his head. You mentally groaned, you were starving, but you didn't want to get up and leave him.

"Well, do you want anything?" You asked.

"Some water, please?" He asked quietly. You nodded, gently pushing his off and standing. You quickly got him a glass of water, and grabbed an apple for yourself. You walked back into the living room, handing Jughead the water. You sat beside him, until he finally fell asleep.

Betty Cooper:

Betty had been obviously avoiding you. She kept telling you she was busy and tried her best to avoid you at school. You finally stopped her at lunch, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the hallway.

"Betty, what's up? Did I do something?" You asked. She shook her head.

"I'm just busy." She responded, her voice congested. You raised your eyebrows in realization, smiling a bit.

"Are you sick?" You questioned. She glared at you, sniffing.

"Maybe a little." She admitted. You pulled her into a hug, kissing her temple.

After school, you went home with Betty. You brought her anything she needed, and made sure she didn't have to do anything.

"(y/n), this really isn't necessary." She groaned, flopping onto her bed. You pressed a finger to her lips.

"Just let me take care of you." You hummed.

"Seriously, you don't have to." Betty muttered. You walked over to her, kissing her quickly.

"Please?"

Veronica Lodge:

"Just let me kiss you." You pleaded, looking down at the girl in your lap. She shook her head.

"I don't want you getting sick." She whispered, her voice almost gone. You groaned.

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't care?" You teased. She chuckled, shaking her head at you. You took the opportunity to lean in, pecking her lips gently. When you pulled away, she glared at you.

"(y/n)." She whined. You smirked.

"Yes, Ronnie?" You asked innocently. She shook her head, her lips forming a smile.

"Nothing, I just love you." She said. You grinned, kissing her one more time.

"I love you too."