Family // FP & Jughead Jones
Request: Can you do a FP Jones x reader x Jughead Jones oneshot where the reader is FP’s gf for awhile & Jug has never liked the reader(you can make up why he don’t like her). When she gets prego w/ FP’s baby, Jug gets distant towards FP&everyone? When the reader is 9 mo, she goes into labor but FP isn’t there to be w/ her bc he’s in jail or something, so she begs for Jug to be there bc she doesn’t want to be alone. he gives in & he’s happy to meet his new baby sibling & calls reader mom? Fluff plz!
Pairing: FP Jones x girlfriend!reader, jughead jones x mom!reader
Warnings: fluuuufffff, may kill u
A/n: y/b/n, is your baby’s name. Also, I hope y'all like this.
You pace the length of the trailer bathroom nervously, eyeing the piece of plastic on the counter every so often.
This is the most nervous you’ve felt in your whole life. While FP was asleep, you ran to the nearest drug store and picked up a pregnancy test. You had missed your period for two months now, and the first time you dismissed it as an irregularity because of your birth control. However, once the second month rolled around and there was still no blood, you knew something was up.
So here you are. You decided that you would wait until you knew for sure before scaring the shit out of FP. Come to think of it, you had no idea how he would react. The thought just made you more nervous.
Over a minute had passed, and you thought for sure that the pregnancy test must be done. You had placed it upside down on the toilet lid so you wouldn’t have to look at it. You picked it up, flipping it around …
All of the air was taken from you as you saw the two lines on the stick.
You were excited, but the uncertainty of FP’s reaction overshadowed it.
You take a deep breath, grabbing the stick and hiding it behind you. Walk out of the bathroom and toward the kitchen, and you smell freshly brewed coffee.
As you walk into the kitchen, you see FP’s back turned to you.
“Uh, FP,” your voice comes out weak.
He turns around,“Morning, baby. Coffee?” He notices your worried expression instantly,“Are you alright?”
You clear your throat, but then decide that you didn’t really need to talk. You brought the stick that was previously hidden behind your back into view, and FP’s eyes widen.
He doesn’t say anything, and you feel tears come to your eyes,“I’m pregnant, Forsythe.”
He still says nothing, and tears drop down your cheeks. He’s been staring at your stomach this whole time, but finally looks up at you,“Hey, why are you crying, doll? This is a good thing, right?”
“It is? I just didn’t know if you were ready or if you thought-”
His laughter cuts you off, and you send a confused expression. You were sitting here crying and he thinks this is funny?
“Baby, sweetheart. Of course we’re ready. I’ve got a job, you’ve got a job. We love each other. The next thing is, well, is this,” he says with a cheeky smile.
“Oh thank god,” you run up to him, encasing him in hug. You can’t hear the door open over your excitement.
“Hey, dad- whoa, sorry,” Jughead suddenly walks in, and looks away.
“Jug, its fine. We were just hugging,” you separate from FP, both of your mouths still smiling wide.
Jug turns back to you, him being the confused one now,“What’s with all the excitement?” But as soon as he finishes his sentence, he notices the stick you’re holding.
His face drops instantly,“Oh. You’re pregnant.”
“Wow, Jughead. Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” his dad retorts.
“So this is actually a thing. You’re not just replacing mom, but you’re trying to replace Jellybean too,” he says with a hard expression.
You open your mouth to say something, but decide it’s probably better if FP handled it.
“Jug, I’ve been with y/n for over a year. You have to accept this, and you have to accept your mom left me and doesn’t want to come back. I will love this child, but no more than I love you or Jellybean,” FP says with a hopeful look.
Jughead just shakes his head and exits the trailer.
After you had gotten pregnant, Jughead almost completely cut off ties with you and his father. He was even being distant toward his friends, but not on purpose.
You’re about seven months along, and you had just witnessed FP getting arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom. This murder case has put a damper on your mood throughout your pregnancy, with FP trying his hardest to keep your mind off of it. For you and the baby’s sake.
The news about FP being arrested hasn’t spread yet, so you decide it would be best for Jug to hear it from you. Even if he hates you.
After taking longer than what is normal to get your shoes on, you get in your car, making your way to Pop’s, the best place for you to search for Jughead.
When you arrive, you see through the glass hay Jughead is sitting with his three friends, like usual.
You walk into Pops, your eyes still red from crying when they took FP away.
Approaching the booth, Archie clears his throat and gets Jughead’s attention.
He looks up at you, previously smiling, but it drops when he realizes who it is.
“Can I talk to you Jug? It’s important, about your father,” you croak.
“You can tell me in front of them,” he says, sneering slightly.
“Uh, okay, if you insist,” he stays silent when you pause. “Okay, well. FP has just been arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom. I just thought you should be the first one to know.”
All four of the teens eye’s widen, and no one says anything until Betty speaks up,“Uh, thanks for telling us Y/n.”
You nod, exiting the diner. You almost wish you wouldn’t have told Jughead, and would’ve let him find it out for himself. But then he’d only hate you more.
*two months later*
“Well, looks like I’m having a baby,” you glance down at the floor in disgust at the pool of water between your legs.
You sigh, deciding that with contractions, it may not be the best to drive. So you decide the best way to go would be to call Fred Andrews, FP’s best friend.
You dial his number, waiting patiently for him to pick up the phone.
Y: hey, yeah, it’s y/n. My water just kind of broke, and I don’t think I’m in the best position to drive myself to the hospital.
F: oh. Oh! Oh shit! Yeah, I’ll be there in five. Just, uh, hang in there?
Y: yeah, sure. Just hurry, please.
You hang up your phone, grabbing a drawstring bag with some things you want to take to the hospital with you.
You walk out to the porch of the trailer barefoot (because honestly, you weren’t bending over at this point) and wait for Fred to pull up.
Once he does, he puts it in park and rushes up to you, helping you to the passenger side of his truck. There was no way in hell you were getting up there yourself.
Once you were both in the car and on the way to the hospital, a sudden wave of depression hit you. Hormones for one, and the fact that you knew FP wouldn’t be there for you.
You pull out your cellphone, scrolling to the only contact that would make sense to call. Jughead.
He doesn’t answer you, of course, but you leave a voicemail.
“Hey, Jug. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going into labor, and your dad can’t be with me so I was really, really hoping you would come and see your sibling be born. I know it may be a lot to ask. I’m begging you. I cannot do this alone. I know you hate me, but I’ve grown to love you. And I really hope I’ll see you in that hospital room.”
You hang up with a sigh, and you then realize that you’re at the hospital.
“He’s a good kid. I’m sure he’ll show up. You sure you’re alright on your own?” Feed questions.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I do need help getting out of this truck though,” you say with a laugh.
“OH LORD HAVE MERCY IS IT COMING YET?” It’s an hour later, and you’re squirming in your hospital room. Contractions are bad, and you just wish this sucker would pop out already.
You reach for your phone, about to leave Jughead the fourth voicemail.
To your surprise, he picks up this time.
“Y/n, you’ve left me three voicemails. What could you possibly want from me that bad?” He questions, slightly agitated.
“Well, I’m currently contracting a lot, my water broke earlier. Soon I’ll be popping this child out of me, and I was really hoping you would be here with me because your father can’t.”
Before he can reply, you drop your phone as you grip the bed rails, another painful contraction coming on.
A nurse comes in,“Alright, Miss L/n, it’s time to go. Is anyone coming?”
“I think my step son might be coming, the baby’s brother, but I don’t know,” you squirm again.
“Alright, we’ll keep an eye out for him,” she replies and begins to push your bed to another room as a contraction comes on.
“SON OF A F-”
“Alright, get ready to push!” You look around nervously, not seeing Jughead.
He didn’t come. He hates you that much, that he’d skip out on seeing his little brother or sister born?
“Y/n, push!” You let out a deranged scream as you push again, feeling like you’re getting nowhere.
As the doctor tells you to push again, you feel a hand on yours.
You open your eyes, half expecting to see FP, but instead see Jughead.
You mouth a thank you to him as you’re commanded once again to push, and you scream in pain. You tighten your grip on Jughead’s hand as a reaction, and he grabs back. Maybe he doesn’t hate you so much after all.
You pushed and pushed with all your might, thinking that you were going to break Jughead’s hand.
“Young man, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?” Jughead looks back to you for approval and you nod your head with a smile. You see his eyes crinkle and know that he’s smiling too.
After the cord is cut, a nurse takes the baby momentarily to clean them off.
After a moment, the nurse walks over to you,“Here’s your beautiful baby girl.”
You hold her in your arms, tears rolling down your face from the extreme joy swelling in your chest.
“Hello, little y/b/n,” you say with a smile.
“Y/b/n? Let me guess, dad’s idea?” Jughead asks with a smile.
After the baby (finally) was delivered, you and Jughead were sent back to your original hospital room.
The nurses said after they cleaned the baby and wrapped her up, they would bring her to you.
“Alright, Miss L/n. Here’s your baby girl. When you want to rest just let one of us or this young man here know, and then we can lay her down,” the nurse says with a smile as she hands you your daughter.
You stroke her little nose, it was definitely FP’s. You couldn’t wait to see her little eyes open. Her hair was dark, like FP’s also. That definitely had given you heart burn.
You look over at Jughead, who decided to stay and take a seat in the corner.
“Jug, you want to hold her?” You look at him with a lazy smile.
He gets up from his chair, swallowing nervously. He walks to you, and you hand him y/b/n,“Make sure her head is resting on your arm.”
“Okay, okay,” Jughead mumbles nervously. “She’s so tiny.” He mutters as he gazes down at her.
“Yeah, most babies are,” you respond.
He rolls his eyes,“Still a smart ass on pain meds, I see.” He looks at the baby, and to your surprise, starts talking to her. “Hi, y/b/n. I’m sorry your dad can’t be here right now, but your big brother is. And I love you very much. So is mom. She loves you the most, probably. And even though I don’t act like it, I’m very grateful for her, and even more for you.”
Your mouth drops open a little bit when the word ‘mom’ comes out of his mouth, but you smile immediately afterwards.
“Jughead Jones, a softie. Who would have thought,” you smile.
He rolls his eyes again, smiling still.
“Babies do that to ya.”