07 for the drabble, love our stories
Aww thank you! I’m having quite a bit of fun with these prompts
Which member of you OTP acts like a baby when they’re sick
“Jughead it’s just a cold. The doctor said you’ll be fine in a few days.”
Betty walked over to Jughead’s bed, planting her hands on her hips and shaking her head at the display before her.
A cold, he had a common chest cold, but that didn’t stop him from pretending he was death warmed up, lying in bed clutching his beanie to his chest while he groaned about how he though his head might explode from the pain.
“Can I get you anything, Mr. Drama Queen?” She asked, a small smirk playing across her lips as he blew his ever-reddening nose and tossed yet another tissue weakly into the bin she’d placed by his bed.
“I’m not being dramatic, Betty.” He argued, “I seriously think something is wrong with me.”
“Jug,” Betty sat on the edge of his bed and placed a soft hand on his forearm, “I love you but right now you’re giving Cheryl a run for her money.”
He frowned, pulling his arms across his chest and making a show of pouting his lower lip. “I’m just so tired Betty. And sore.”
Betty giggled, unable to hold up her caring facade at his puppy-dog manner. “Is there anything I can get you?”
“Some more soup. Please.” He mumbled, his eyes widening adorably at the request. Betty simply nodded, standing up and going to the kitchen to whip up his fourth cup of chicken noodle soup that day. She came back into the room about ten minutes later, setting the soup on the bedside table with a sigh when she found him snoring softly into his pillow. Betty leaned down, brushing a tuff of hair from his forehead and placing a soft kiss on the exposed skin.
“Sweet dreams princess.” She whispered, tiptoeing slowly out of the room and shitting the door softly behind her.