We’ll Figure It Out (Jughead x reader)
-Summary: The reader finds out she is pregnant with her boyfriend Jughead’s baby, and he’s not very accepting of it at first, and it causes some problems.
-Warnings: angst, teenage pregnancy, some swearing, mentions of bullying (I guess?)
-A/N: Enjoy! Btw guys, just letting you know I don’t know what the legal age for sex is in America, but it’s 16 here in Australia, in Queensland, so sorry if you get confused!
-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl , @xbobaaa , @flowercrown-bucky , @take-me-on-a-magic-unicorn,
You decided to stay home from school today; after throwing up the second you woke up, you thought it best. Confusion filled your brain when it happened, you didn’t know how you got so sick suddenly, especially since you had felt fine the night before. You had back tracked to everything you ate and couldn’t remember eating anything bad, and none of your friends, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Kevin were sick, and neither was your boyfriend, Jughead. Shit, you forgot to tell Jughead you weren’t going to school. He’ll be worried. You quickly picked up your phone and texted him, telling him why you were absent.
You and Jughead had been dating for about 8 months now, and he was everything to you. He was the best boyfriend you had ever had, and you planned on keeping him for a very long time. It was just so easy with you two, you both supported each other and made each other happy. You both loved each other immensely. Not to mention, the sex was pretty damn good too. It didn’t happen often, both of you not really sexual people, but when it did happen, my god was it amazing. Last time was probably around two weeks ago.
This thought got you thinking, could the throwing up be related to that? What if it’s morning sickness? You quickly opened up your period diary app on your phone, to see when you were due, because you knew that would be the main sign. When you saw that you were in fact one week late, your stomach dropped. What if you were pregnant? With Jugheads baby. At sixteen. You started panicking, you needed to get your hands on some pregnancy tests to confirm, asap.
You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and when you saw it was Jughead, you smiled. You slowly got up, careful not to upset your stomach even further. You opened the window and he climbed through.
“Shouldn’t you be at school?” You questioned, eyebrow raised.
Jughead shook his head, “Not when my beautiful girlfriend is at home sick, and needing her boyfriend to love and care for her,” he said cheekily.
You blushed at his words, rolling your eyes at him, “I’m fine, just got a bit sick is all,” you said nonchalantly, laying back down on your bed.
Jughead picked up on your tone, dumping his bag on your floor and taking his shoes off, laying down next to you, “Is everything alright?”
You panicked, but then realised that nothing was confirmed yet so you just brushed it off, “Apart from throwing up my guts, everything’s fine.”
He didn’t look convinced, but he seemed to let it slide and smiled, brushing your hair out of your face.
It felt like you had been sitting there staring at it forever, trying not to cry. It felt like your word had been turned upside down. The only positive you could find in this whole situation was staring back at you on the three pregnancy tests you held. You knew this would change your life forever, no matter what you did with this information; it would always be a milestone in your life. You were sixteen for god’s sake, and so was Jughead. The first thing that you thought when you saw the three plus signs was ‘Holy shit what am I gonna tell Jughead?’
He’s homeless, and can barely provide for himself, it’s lucky that he’s even living with Archie. Your family was alright with money but you didn’t know if they could support one more, your parents only had average day jobs, nothing spectacular but it was enough to only provide for the three of you. And what about school? How were you going to graduate? You’ll be the laughing stock of the high school, the ‘whore’ the ‘slut’ the ‘idiot’.
You were so confused about how this happened. You swore you wore protection with Juggie that night, you hadn’t felt it break but it was a possibility. You were on birth control but you couldn’t remember if you had taken it that day. You put your head in your hands, how could you have let this happen? Were you going to keep it? You didn’t know. Would it have a good life? Would Jughead want it?
You decided that you have to tell Jughead, there was no way you could keep it from him. So you grabbed the three pregnancy tests, hid them under your shirt and quickly snuck into your room. It was 12am, you had to take the tests when no-one was awake so you wouldn’t get caught by your mum or dad or anything. You threw them under your pillow, and grabbed your phone, dialling Jugheads number.
It took a couple of rings before he answered with a groggy voice, “Y/N? Are you alright? Why are you calling so late?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I’m fine,” you lied, “Sorry to wake you, I need you to come over now, it’s important.”
Jughead sounded more awake now, and there was rustling on the line, “Yeah, of course, are you sure you’re okay?”
You didn’t answer his question, “I’ll explain more when you’re here, see you soon.” And you hung up.
You sat on the edge of your bed, going over what you could possibly say to him, how you could possibly explain this situation to him without him getting mad. Soon enough, there was a knock at your window. You took a deep breath and walked over to it, letting him in.
As soon as he was in he hugged you, “Are you okay? What wrong? You don’t usually call this late unless somethings really wrong,” he pulled back, studying your features and his hands resting on your arms.
You looked over his worried demeanour, appreciative of how much he cares about you, but all that changed when you spoke your next words.
“Jughead, I-I’m pregnant.”
His face immediately turned cold, his hands slid off your arms, back next to his sides. He looked like he was processing what you just said, trying to find some possibility that what you just said wasn’t true.
He shook his head, “We used protection and you’re on birth control, it’s not possible.”
You empathised with him, “I know it’s hard to believe Juggie, I just, that day I was sick… it was morning sickness. I’m a week late for my period and I’ve got three positive pregnancy tests.”
He shook his head and closed his eyes, pacing the room, in denial, “No, no, where are they? Prove it.”
You were kind of offended that he didn’t believe you, but you walked over to your bed and pulled out the pregnancy tests from under your pillow, passing them to his held out hand.
He looked at them with a blank expression. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, like he didn’t want to believe. Then, he threw them against the wall.
You panicked, worried your parents might wake up, “Shhhhh! Jughead! My parents are asleep!” You whisper-yelled.
He whisper-yelled back, “Then don’t fucking call me at 12am in the morning, telling me I’m a goddamn father of a kid you know I damn well can’t provide for! This has just fucked my life over Y/N! Changed everything!” He shook his head again, rubbing his hands over his face, then he turned back and started towards the window, about to leave, “Don’t talk to me until I’m ready, I need to think about this, I can’t deal with this right now,” and he left.
You tried to blink the tears away, but they ended up just running down your face. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You understood about what a shock it was, even worse than him, but he didn’t have to act like that, towards you, his girlfriend. You shook your head, getting up and picking up the scattered pregnancy tests, sniffling, and throwing them in the bin next to your desk, making sure to cover it with some paper so your mum wouldn’t walk in and accidentally see them. You dragged yourself into bed, overwhelmed with the stress and anxiety of what just happened. You shut your eyes, trying your best to fall asleep.
It was a couple of days later, and Jughead hasn’t talked to you yet. You were sick with worry and you were constantly looking at your phone just hoping that a text would come from him asking to talk. Your group of friends, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Kevin had definitely picked up on the dynamic shift in your relationship. They had all asked you if you were okay and you just replied with “We’re fine, don’t worry,” even though you knew none of them believed you. Archie would have noticed Jugheads more silent mood for sure, but knew he wouldn’t say a word to anyone despite it.
You were sitting at a booth at Pop’s diner when a text finally arrived.
We need to talk, meet at the park near Pop’s?
You quickly typed a reply, I’ll be there in 5.
It was dark out, but that means there would be no one around to listen in to your conversation. You got up, leaving some money on the table to pay for the food you ate, and left for the park that was close by.
When you arrived, you quickly spotted the familiar grey crown beanie sitting on a bench. You walked over and sat down next to the raven haired boy. It was silent for a while, both of you just sitting, not quite sure where to start.
But then Jughead spoke up, “I just want to start by saying I’m sorry for how I reacted, I’m sure you can understand that I was a bit shocked, and a bit fucking terrified if I’m being honest,” he said with his usual sarcastic tone, “I should’ve been more supportive, and I promise I will be. If you decide to keep the child of course, I understand if you don’t, and I’ll support anything you decide.”
You smiled, and took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand, “I understand, and I’m terrified too, I don’t know how this will pan out. But, I’ve thought about it and I want to keep it, I just want to make sure it’s the better decision, and I need you here to help me figure that out, I don’t know how my parents will react, or how we’re going to raise it in our conditions, but as long as I have you with me, I’ll be okay.”
He place his hand on your cheek and pulled you in, kissing you softly. After pulling away, he said, “I’ll always be with you, and I love you. We can go over everything and decide what’s best if you’re still not sure. We’ll figure it out.”
