Hi! This may sounds weird but I just read your fic about Jughead leaving and the baby being there, I was wondering if you could maybe make a second one to it? Idk it seemed interesting but it's up to you
She’d been up all night, the bags under her eyes were a sure sign that she hadn’t gotten a second of sleep last night. A few of her regular customers regarded her with concerned glances which she quickly shook off, Simply stating
“My son had a nightmare, he’s only two so I had a hard time getting him to go back to bed, I’m really fine though. Thankyou!”
Hunter was perched on the counter beside her, scribbling in his coloring book, desperate to stay in the lines, no matter how difficult it was for his tiny little hands.
“You’re doing good baby, I love how you made the elephant purple.” Betty smiled encouragingly, as she tied a wedding bouquet with lace.
Hunter looked up and grinned a gummy smile, his teeth were finally starting to come in fully and he loved to show off the new additions.
The bell to the shop jingled and Betty looked up with a smile, her eyes instantly softening when she spotted one of her oldest friends.
“Kevin Keller, what on earth are you doing here? I thought you were spending spring break in the Bahamas?” Betty grinned, coming around the cabinet and wrapping her arms around the tall boy.
“Plans changed, apparently Joaquin has some business to attend to on the Southside.” He rolled his eyes “and Veronica may have texted me that a certain someone has decided to reappear” kevin placed an arm on Betty’s shoulder and squeezed
Betty sighed, slumping against the counter and glancing at Hunter
“I don’t know why he’s Back. I don’t know how to feel, part of me wishes he would just leave, Hunters is beginning to understand his surroundings and I don’t want him anymore confused. But then.. I’m happy he’s okay, I’m happy he’s here because that means he’s alive.. you know a little part of me always wondered… I don’t know.” She sighed miserably and Kevin nodded his head and walked over to the toddler, picking him up and dropping a kiss to his cheek.
“Well, no matter what, you have to remember, no matter what he’s done, he did give you this little guy. And that in itself is something to think about.”
Leave it to Kevin to play devils advocate.
Handing off the baby, Kevin smiled.
“Tonight Pop Tate’s? Let Alice have Hunter for the night, we’ll get the gang back together. Milkshakes and burgers? You could use some fattening up, you’re looking skinnier than ever.”
Betty laughed as Kevin lifted her top, tickling hunters toes.
“Its just all the running after this one, I hardly have time to eat.” She laughed, Walking Kevin to the door. “I’ll see you tonight, a night out sounds great.” Kevin kissed both Hunter and Betty on the cheeks before heading out the door with a dramatic wave.
“You’re uncle Kevin’s crazy.” Betty laughed, placing Hunter back on the counter.
“Crazy” the blue eyed little boy rolled his eyes, imitating his mother.
Betty narrowed her eyes playfully
“Now don’t you go copying me you silly little munchkin. Do as I say not as I do.” She tickled his ribs and smiled as he squealed in delight, the bells went off again and Betty turned around , figuring it was Kevin, she grabbed Hunter, her fingers still tickling as he laughed loudly
“Did you forget something?” She turned fully, her eyes going wide when she realized it wasn’t Kevin.
“Yeah. I did” Jughead Jones stated, his hair a mess and his flannel top unbuttoned slightly, revealing his tight white tank top underneath, she noticed he had matching bags under his eyes and his shoelaces were undone.
“What are you doing here?” Betty gripped Hunter protectively and he instantly tensed up, his eyes watering, the poor little boy always got stressed when his mother did.
“I needed to see you. I needed to see.. I just.. I have to explain.” Jughead mumbled, his eyes glued on hers, occasionally shifting to the little replica of himself
Betty turned her attention to Hunter
“It’s okay lovebug, mommies fine. Look.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and the little boy relaxed slightly, his fingers coming up to poke her tongue. Jughead watched the interaction his heart aching severely, he always knew Betty would make an amazing mother, he used to spend nights thinking about it.
Betty placed the little boy on the counter and held out a blue marker, lifting it over her head so he had to reach, casing Hunter to giggle and grab at it.
Betty walked towards Jughead, leading him away from their son and into a corner, still in sight of Hunter but far enough so he wouldn’t hear.
“I don’t want to hear your explanations, I told you before, we’re fine and we don’t need you. You don’t get to come in here after three years and act like you care. Okay, you’ve seen him, you know he exists now do what you do best. Run.” Betty crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes distant as she looked away from him.
“I didn’t know Betty, there’s so much you don’t know, so much I want to tell you. I didn’t want to leave you, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. But I had no choice, you have to understand, it wasn’t safe for you and especially since you were pregnant. I would have come back sooner if I had known, but I thought you would be better off without me.” His eyes were pleading and he reached his fingers out to cup her chin.
“You could have called. Sent a message. If you really cared, you would have found a way. You would have come back for me. But you didn’t. I raised him on my own, I still am.” Her lips trembled and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.
“I know I can never get back what I’ve lost, I know you can never forgive me but maybe if you let me explain, maybe you could understand?.” He asked, praying to whatever god was up there.
Betty took a deep breath, moving her face from his hand
“Okay.” She whispered.
Jugheads eyes widened and he felt the whispy felling of hope blooming in his stomach.
“Okay?” He asked
Betty nodded nervously
“You can meet me tonight at 6 at Pops, everyone else will be coming at 7 but if you wanna talk..” she trailed off and he nodded enthusiastically
“I’ll be there at 5.” He said determined, reminding her so much of their son.
“I said 6.” The tiny smile crept through slightly.
“I’ll be there at five” he said finally.
Suddenly a little hand was tugging at the light blue dress Betty had on, looking down she smiled and picked up Hunter
“What’s the matter baby?”
The little boy had his eyes locked on Jughead and Jughead wasn’t taking his eyes off of his son
“I say hello.” Hunter smiled, stumbling on the word hello.
Jughead looked to Betty for approval and she shrugged, giving him the go.
“Hi buddy, it’s nice to meet you.” He gripped the hand that the matching boy was holding out, revelling in the soft baby skin
“Nice to meet you.” Hunter mimicked, looking to his mother and grinning.
Jughead laughed, the toddler was smart and handsome and polite. His stomach hurt for a second as he thought of everything he had missed. But looking down at Betty and Hunter, he knew one thing for sure
the early morning sun which shined so brightly it was hard to look. He saw a
tail on the horizon, breaking the water surface and he quickly snapped a photo,
afraid it would be gone in a moment.
time, he thought the whale was a bit small. Maybe it was a young one?
another picture of the tail and then blinked in surprise when he saw that the
color of the scales was that of deep crimson.
his head, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him and he strolled along
the empty beach, while still observing the horizon.
saw the tail for a longer while when it disappeared under the water and so he
figured the whale must have hid from view or turned away.
when he looked again, after he took a few photos of the cliffs, his eyes
widened when he saw a person.
Her faith carried him with her. He didn’t want to disturb the silence as they rested against each other, hurting and relaxed, listening to the hum of machinery and the distant billowing of fires. He stowed thoughts of old missions and thoughts of the future away; decided to focus on what he could see and hear and smell for the last moments of his life on Scarif. When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.
Harry Styles doesn’t just want to be a rock star – he wants to be the rock star. And on his superb solo debut, the One Direction heartthrob claims his turf as a true rock & roll prince, a sunshine superman, a cosmic dancer in touch with his introspective acoustic side as well as his glam flash. He avoids the celebrity-guest debutante ball he could have thrown himself – instead, he goes for a intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. No club-hopping or bottles popping – it’s the after-hours balladry of a 23-year-old star wondering why he spends so much time in lonely hotel rooms staring at his phone. Harry digs so deep into classic California mellow gold, you might suspect his enigmatic new tattoos that say “Jackson” and “Arlo” refer to Browne and Guthrie.
“You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky,” he warns early on in “Sign of the Times,” but the sky is where he’s aiming, and his sheer brazen confidence is dazzling – he never sounds like he’s trying too hard or scrounging for cred, which is where boy-band alumni usually screw up their solo records. The whole album has the personal yet witty spirit of the cover photo, where a topless Harry has a moment of doubt and pain in a bathtub full of pink unicorn tears. (His original title was Pink, because it’s “the only true rock & roll color.”) He spends a lot of the album wet, actually – whether it’s tears, other bodily fluids, or just “candy dripping on me till my feet are wet.”
Harry’s soft-rock fetish won’t surprise fans of One Direction gems like “Olivia” or “Stockholm Syndrome,” but this is the first time we’ve heard Sweet Baby Styles run with it for a whole album. The songs he tipped in advance didn’t play coy about his old-school inspirations – the Badfinger hook of “Ever Since New York,” the “Blackbird” guitar of “Sweet Creature,” the way “Sign of the Times” tweaks Queen and Bowie in candelabra mode – yet they all sound like him, playful and tender in equal measure. In most of these songs, he mourns a dead-end relationship, the kind where “comfortable silence is so overrated,” and you can hear that he’s been binging on singer-songwriter confessionals from Harry Nilsson’s Nilsson Schmillson to Taylor Swift’s Red. “Meet Me In The Hallway” sets the tone – a touch of John Lennon echo in his voice, a touch of Jimmy Page in the acoustic guitar – as he pleads like a love junkie craving a fix. “Carolina” rides a tropical low-rider summer groove, while the lovelorn “Two Ghosts” could pass for vintage Bread. “Woman” could be a lost slow-jam duet between Prince and Joe Walsh, as Harry asks, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?”
He dabbles in hard rock raunch with “Kiwi” (“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect”) and “Only Angel.” Yet he sounds brassiest, most confident, most himself when he gets vulnerable. He ends with “From the Dining Table,” an acoustic lament where he wakes up alone in yet another hotel room. (“Played with myself, where were you?/I fell back asleep and was drunk by noon/I’ve never felt less cool.”) Through it all, he manages to steer clear of all the traps that ordinarily sabotage a boy-band star’s solo move. But as the whole album proves, there’s not a thing ordinary about this guy. - Rolling Stone