Together || Jughead Jones
Prompt: Omg, but can you make one where reader knows that Jughead will be a great father and that he actually wants kids but she is still scared to tell him that she’s pregnant? Like, she has that uneasy feeling that just won’t leave her but everything turns out okay. You can make it with them still being at school or maybe after their graduation😁 *hugs to the amazing writer*
A/N: God, I love these kidfic requests so much. Thank you for sending one in!!
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“Come on, come on.” you mumbled as you looked at your clock, your leg unable to stop its incessant bouncing.
You wished the damn timer would go off already. You hated being kept in suspense. And you were sure you’d be late to school if you waited another minute.
You shook your head. You had more important things to think about now.
Like the fact that you had been getting sick recently almost everyday and that your period was late? How about the fact that you had just taken a pregnancy test and your whole life could be changed in the span of—
You froze and swallowed, shakily turning the alarm on your phone off. You took a deep breath and walked to your bathroom where you saw the pregnancy test lying facedown.
Here goes nothing.
You picked it up, turning it over. All the breath left your body immediately.
“Oh, Jesus.” you muttered as you looked at the positive pregnancy test in your hands, moving to sit on the toilet seat.
You couldn’t believe this. Why?
Maybe it was because the two of you were only sixteen. Maybe it was because the both of you had only just finished your sophomore year. Maybe it was because Jason Blossom’s killer was still on the loose? On, and the fact that you guys didn’t have jobs. Hell, Jughead didn’t even really have a place to live. Sure, he occasionally lived with Archie, but you knew how he still couch surfed. You had a home, but you knew you’d be kicked out of it as soon as your parents found out you were pregnant.
The word rattled around in your head as you looked down at the test and the two pink lines again.
He’d be a great father.
Those were surprisingly the first words that came to your mind. And you knew they were true. You knew Jughead had wanted kids. He had mentioned it to you in passing once. Of course, you knew he didn’t mean right now. He meant 10 years from now. Fifteen years from now. But now that was changed to seven months.
“Y/N!” your mom called from the hallway, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“Yeah, mom?” you called back, quickly getting up, gripping the test in your hands.
“Hurry up! You’re gonna be late!”
You quickly gathered your stuff up, shoving the test in the front pocket of your bag, dashing downstairs.
To your surprise, you weren’t late to school. You had made it with five minutes to spare and even better, there was a substitute. She let you guys go as there was no work that needed to be done so now you were making your way to the Blue and Gold’s office where you knew Jughead would be.
You and Jughead weren’t sexual creatures. You certainly weren’t like the rest of Riverdale’s students. You had only had sex a handful of times. You had sex so little that you could pinpoint the exact day when the baby inside you was conceived.
“Got it!” Jughead said as he climbed on top of the couch before settling down next to you with the bowl of popcorn in his hand.
You giggled as you moved to grab a handful of his popcorn before he swatted your hand away.
“Uh uh,” he protested, holding the bowl away from you. “I don’t think so.”
You rolled your eyes as you began to climb on top of him, attempting to get the bowl your boyfriend of a year and a half held above his head.
“Come on!” you exclaimed as you reached for the bowl, Jughead’s arm stretching back further and further.
“Y/N, you’re going to—”
“Make me drop it.” the raven-haired teen muttered.
You bit back a smile.
“Sorry?” you tried.
Jughead snorted and then the two of you went silent as you realized you were straddling the teenage boy. The two of you looked at each other for a second before Jughead claimed your lips with his. You immediately kissed him back, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Jughead’s arms made their way to your hips and he moved you so you were lying down on the couch, him on top of you. The two of you pulled away for air and Jughead looked down on you.
“You want to—”
You nodded, cutting him off.
“Yeah.” you said quietly as you kissed your boyfriend again, beginning to pull his shirt over his head.
That was exactly two months and twelve days ago. And of course it was the one time you guys didn’t use a condom. You were so wrapped up in your antics that you didn’t even think about using one.
You were jerked out of your thoughts as you realized you were at the Blue and Gold’s door. You took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. Jughead was learning against the table, looking at his murder board.
“Hey, Juggie.” you said.
“Mm,” he said as acknowledged you, his eyes never tearing away from the murder board.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have English this period?” he asked.
“We had a sub. She let us go.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Jughead, I need to talk to you.” you blurted out.
Jughead turned his gaze to you at your tone and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Yeah, of course,” he said. “You okay, Y/N?”
You shook your head and he got up.
“I, um,” you cleared your throat. “I’m pregnant, Juggie.”
You saw his face drain of color in record time, his eyes widening. He was silent, unable to formulate words.
“A-Are you sure? Did you take a test?” he croaked out.
You nodded slowly, turning your backpack around, unzipping the front pocket. You pulled out the positive pregnancy test from earlier, handing it to him. Jughead took it with shaky hands, looking at the two lines. Jughead was silent again as he looked at the test. After a few minutes of only the clock ticking behind you to fill the silence, you decided to say something.
“I-I understand if you don’t want to be involved. I just—”
“Why wouldn’t I be involved?” Jughead cut in, looking up at you.
“You have such a bright future as a writer ahead of you, Jug. This baby’ll hold you back.” you mumbled.
“And what about you?” he asked, stepping closer to you. “Your career? Your life?”
He put the test on the table next to you.
“Y/N, I’m not leaving you to do this alone,” he said softly. “We’ll figure something out, okay? We always do.”
You sighed in relief and nodded. Jughead pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your head.
“I love you, Jughead.” you said quietly.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
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