Riverdale Imagines: From my imagination to yours [ON HIATUS]

-Jughead Jones: I'll Take Care of You-

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Requested: yeah
Summary: The reader gets sick and Jughead takes care of the reader. Then Jughead gets sick and the reader takes care of him.
Words: 839

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You were running. Why were you running? What were you running from?

You looked at your surroundings, not daring to turn back to see what was chasing you. You were in the woods, just outside of Riverdale. Here, no one would be able to hear you scream.

Then, you got a glimpse of it- him. There he was, right on your side. The Black Hood, a gun in his hand.

"Hello, y/n. Don't run now, or I will shoot." the dark figure threatened.

You stood in place, not daring to move. One twitch of a muscle and that would be your last.

The dark figure let out a evil chuckle. "Silly child, you really thought I wasn't going to shoot you anyways. I lied. You're a sinner, and sinners deserve to die."

You instantly bolted, but it was too late. The bullet was spiraling straight to your head.

"Y/n, y/n." you heard Jughead whisper over you, his hot breath against your face.

You instantly hugged him, burning yourself in his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair as you started to cry.

"Babe, what's wrong? You kept tossing and turning in your sleep and now you're crying." he asked worriedly. He always was there for you when you needed him.

"It's nothing really, just a nightmare." you sniffled. Looking into his eyes.

He nodded sympathetically and pulled you in for another hug.

"Baby, you're burning up." he said, feeling your forehead.

You sighed, "makes sense, I always have nightmares when I'm about to get sick."

"Hey, I'll go get you something. Is there anything in particular that you want?" he asked, rubbing your back.

"My stomach hurts." you said.

He nodded.

"You should drink some water." he told you. He got up out of bed, careful to keep the blankets on you, and went into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he came back with a glass of water with some ice in it and handed it to you.

"Thank you so much, Jug." you smiled, taking a sip of the water, You sighed in content. The cold water was just what you needed.

He was sitting up, watching your every move.

"Jug, you don't have to sit up all night for me, I'll be okay." you assured.

"You go to sleep first." he said, pulling you closer. You laid down and he wrapped his arms around you. When you were both situated, he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You sighed happily, you felt safe with his arms around you.

You slowly drifted off to sleep, this time having no nightmare.

"Tea, pancakes, and bacon." Jughead said, waking you up. The brightness of the room hit your eyes and you groaned.

"Fine, I'll eat it myself." he said, pretending to be offended.

"You know that's not why I was groaning."you giggled, sitting up to kiss him on the cheek. He smiled and handed you the food that he had made for you.

"Thank you, Jug, I already feel better." you said, taking a sip of tea.

"Of course, y/n." he smiled at you. He had the cutest smile. Then, he sneakily took a piece of your bacon.

"I thought you made that for me." you rolled your eyes.

"Correction, I made that." he responded.

You giggled and stole the bacon out of his hand and ate it.

"Correction, I ate that." you giggled even more.

He laughed. You looked over at the time, 6:55 AM.

"Jug, you should be getting ready for schoo." you said.

"I'm not going anywhere, not until I know that you feel better." he stated, laying down next to you.

"Baby, I'm fine, go to school." you assured him.

"You sure?" he asked, leaning over to face you.

"I'm sure." you said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Okay." he smiled, getting up. He put on his jacket and started walking out.

"Call me if you need anything." he said.

"I will." you smiled. Once he was gone, you fell asleep.

"Y/n, wake up sleepyhead." Jughead said, tapping you on your shoulder.

You looked up at him and smiled.

"I'm back." he smiled, hugging you.

You hugged him back and got up. You guys played scrabble for the rest of the day until you both were tired.

"Goodnight, y/n." he said, turning off the lights.

"Goodnight, Jug." you said, cuddling into his bare chest.

In the middle of the night, you woke up to a hot and sweaty Jughead. His hair was stuck to his forehead and his face was all red.

"Babe, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get you sick." you said.

"I don't think anyone purposefully gets someone sick." he laughed.

You giggled. Even when he was sick he still had that sarcastic humor that you loved about him.

"It's only right that I take care of you now." you smiled.

"I won't argue with that." he smiled back.

It was a sleepless night, you were constantly making sure Jughead was okay. You didn't mind though, you knew he would always to the same for you.

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AN: wow guys thank you for over 250 reads, this is unbelievable!
do you guys want a cheryl x femreader smut or a veronica x femreader smut next week?