Author's note: Going to put the note here for this first prompt since some people on fanfic net do not have a tumblr: I'm revamping my oneshots. Prompts accepted in tumblr (or comments). First one: Sick fic with Betty and Jughead.

It was a dull pounding in Betty's head that caused her to wake up with a groan. Taking a minute or two to get her bearings back, she remembered she had fallen asleep with her nose in the world history textbook for her final that semester. She was in her junior year at college and it was nearing Christmas break. Blinking lazily, she noticed her skin felt flushed yet she was shivering at the same time. How was that possible. Just then, there was a light knock on her door and she heard her roommate and best friend, Sweet Pea, call through.

"Betty, you awake? You wanted me to wake you up before I went to my shift this morning so you could keep studying, remember?" Sweet Pea asked. Then, in a quieter tone, "still don't get why you're killing yourself when you already know the subject material."

"I'm awake, Pea," Betty replied, wincing at the raspy sound to her voice. She sounded like her boyfriend, Jughead, after he smoked a cigarette or two too many.

"Betty?" Sweet Pea asked, tone softer than before and he knocked twice, letting her know he was entering before the door pushed open. Her best friend frowned, going to make his way to the bed and placed his hand on her forehead. "Jesus." He sighed. "All right, this is what we're going to do. You -," he paused and went got her favorite sweatshirt; one of Jughead's naturally and helped her put it on over her pajama top, " – are going to wear this and I'm going to call Jughead. Have him come over since I can't call out on short notice."

"It's okay, Pea," she said, before interrupting herself by coughing into her elbow, congested chest shaking in the aftermath.

"Okay my ass, Betty. You sound like you have fucking pneumonia or somethin'," Sweet Pea countered, quickly pulling out his phone and sending off a text. Undoubtedly to Jughead. Betty just sighed, knowing better than to argue with her best friend.

"Thanks," she coughed out, reaching over to her nightstand, and grabbing a tissue out of her Kleenex box. Blowing her nose, she groaned as her head continued to ache.

"I'm going to go meet Jughead, he's just down the street, then I'll be back for a quick minute and then I'll leave and he'll stay, okay?" Sweet Pea asked, voice soft for her and Betty knew that he was worried.

She nodded. "I'll be okay to hang here until you guys come back. Then fine with Jughead when it's just the two of us."

After her reassuring words, Pea left their apartment and Betty fell back to sleep quickly.

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She woke up to someone's weight dipping her bed down. That, and her stuffy nose. "Blegh."

"Hey baby," his voice instantly soothed her discomfort, which diminished completely when his fingers carded through her hair.

"Hey, Jug," she whispered, wincing at the raw pain in her throat; felt like swallowing nails.

"Oh, babe, you're not feeling well at all, are you?" Jughead murmured, looking at her with the gentlest concern.

Betty sniffled. "I'm fi -," again, she interrupted herself with a coughing fit and Jughead eased her up into a sitting position, rubbing her back while the worst of it passed. Then, he placed the back of his palm against her forehead, brow furrowed in concentration.

"You have a pretty high fever, Betts," he said, voice soft and soothing against her roaring headache.

"I'll be okay. I just need to study," she said nonsensically.

Jughead quirked an eyebrow. "Studying is going to make you feel better?"

She nodded. "It's the cure to end all cures."

"What."

"Uh," she chewed on her lip, uncertain of what the fuck she had even said. "That didn't make sense, did it?"

"Not in the slightest," he chuckled warmly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead with his cool lips. She sighed in pleasure at the contact. "Don't worry baby, Pea is about to head out and I'll keep you company today."

"Don't you have work?" Betty groaned, eyes falling shut against her permission when he started massaging her temple gently.

"Shh, baby, just rest," he hushed her quietly. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again. "I'm going to go get you Tylenol and some coffee and water. Do you want some cheese toast?"

"Yes, please," she replied quietly. He brushed his lips across her forehead once more before going to get everything he had promised her and she took that time to go to her bathroom. Yikes. She looked like a train had run her over. Twice. Decidedly not one of her better looks. Muscles achy and rejecting the movement, she brushed out the rat's nest on her head, before throwing it up into a top knot and then washing her face, noting both the flushed cheeks and bright eyes. Definitely had a fever alright.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Betty got back into bed, back propped against her headboard. She would have gone and helped Jughead but with her feeling as bad as the both of them knew she did, it wouldn't have gone over well. So, instead, she got comfortable, small smile tugging at her lips when she spotted Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire resting on her nightstand. Jughead knew her comforts as well as she knew his. She started reading the first chapter and was three pages in by the time he came back into her bedroom.

"Here baby," he murmured before setting the tray on her nightstand and firstly handing her the cup of water and then the medication and helping her swallow them down.

"Thanks," she rasped.

"Of course, I love you baby," he said before then handing her the cheese toast on the plate and leaving her coffee within reach before kicking off his boots and jeans and getting into bed with her. "Don't worry about getting me sick. I had the flu-shot already."

That was the problem, Betty suddenly realized. She had forgotten to get hers' done at the free clinic on campus last week because she had been putting together the final draft of the paper. She had told Jughead she'd get it and she meant to. She just genuinely forgot. Coughing, she sighed. "Shit."

"Yeah, baby, bet you'll listen to me next time," Jughead smiled teasingly and she elbowed him gently for his ribbing.

"Little shit."