Jughead is Pacey Witter. Archie is
Dawson. Betty is Joey. Veronica is a better Jen and I am now going to be as obsessed with Riverdale as I was
Dawsons Creek back in the day. All the scenes with Jughead and his dad reminded me of Pacey and his dad especially the one where he was undressing a clearly drunk FP I had flashes of Pacey talking to his passed out dad on the beach. Cole Sprouse is just like Joshua Jackson, not meant to be the lead but his acting speaks for itself and he’s so much more interesting than the main character (no offence to KJ I think hes awesome but Cole is knocking it out of the park each episode with Juggy) so the attention shifts to him because his story is so much more emotional and full of drama that the audience is easily invested in this broken boy who only wants to give love to the people in his life and get it in return. Betty is like Joey in that Jughead and Pacey never thought they deserve this ray of sunshine but they couldn’t help but completely fall irrevocably in love with them. Archie is Dawson in the way he is creative and we’ll intentioned but a bit too dumb to function and can be a huge hypocrite when it comes to the people in his life. Bughead are the sweetest and most supportive couple since Pacey and Joey and we all know what happened in the end. I fully believe in a Bughead endgame because the similarities to Pacey and Joey are so palpable I can’t imagine another ending now! I’m emotional again!!! This show man…
just a lil something.. single dad Harry is just too adorbs!!
Harry and Arlo.
“No monkey, please don’t do that.”
Harry placed Arlo in her den. He was tired, he was thirsty and a little peckish but Arlo’s needs came first, his current issues were not so important.
“Dada, naa na?”
“I know you want a na na, bug, but daddy really needs for a wee.” Harry spoke so gently to Arlo, although he knew that didn’t understand half the things he muffled on about. But Harry still carried on.
“I’ll be 5 seconds.” He told her and rushed to the toilet. Jogging back, Harry soon found a den with an open gate and no Arlo inside. His eyes darted around the room.
She’s so tiny, she could be anywhere, she’s always beating me at hide and seek.
Harry sighed softly and tried to think rationally, where would his 13 month old daughter be?
“Arlo, monkey.. bug..” he started, leaving a pause in each nickname Arlo has.
“It’s not funny to be hiding from Daddy.” Harry said his voice a little stretched but nowhere near abrupt.
He walked around the living room filled with every toy you could think of. Harry looked under the sofas, in the toy boxes. “Monkey.” Harry said every now and then. “Bug, please, daddy really doesn’t like this game anymore.” Harry tried to calm down, but he hated the fact that his precious baby girl, was out of his sight.
Harry couldn’t hear anything, alarm bells ringing in his head, giving him a slight nauseous feeling and possible migraine, he needed to sit down.
“Arlo, daddy doesn’t want to play anymore, he’s feeling kinda icky and needs a big cuddle from his love bug.”
The little patter of footsteps and muffles of laughter became louder and louder, turning his head to the door of his bedroom he saw her, running towards him chewing those chubby little fingers that he loves to hold whenever he can.
Her long golden-y brown locks bouncing slightly in the air. Her piercing blue eyes looking him dead on.
Arlo was hers. Harry knew it, and so did she.
“Yeah well, things are a little ‘tough right now, s’tryna find the uh, perfect outfit for Arlo’s birthday, and s’yeah I know… - s’this just means the albums gonna be on a… ‘spose the word is ‘pause’ for ‘the uh, uh time being.” Harry said into the phone, he was warming up Arlo’s milk in the microwave. He looked back to his laptop screen and continued to scroll through various items, occasionally looking at his emails.
The other end shrieks down the phone, Harry moves it away from his ear. “S’well if ya gon’ s’talk to me like ‘at, I’m s’not gonna listen, s’look… It’s ‘meh daughter’s birthday, and I’m taking time off, to be with her, simple as that, s’this just uh s’not as uh im- important anymore, she is, Arlo is.” Harry put down the phone and just sighed.
He bent down and picked the toddler that was sitting at his feet, up, and kissed her.
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Little one: *is cuddling mommy while she reads a book* Mommy?
Mommy: Yes love bug?
Little one: What do you love about me?
Mommy: *puts down her book* What do I love about you?
Little one: Mmmhmm.
Mommy: Let’s see. Your meadow colored eyes. Your dimples. Your giggle. How excited you get when I call you my good little love bug. And oh so much more my love.
Little one: *is hiding their face* Really?
Mommy: Of course my good little love bug.
Little one: *smiles and giggles*
I made these post gender neutral because I didn’t want to give the different eye colors to a specific gender.
You and Dodger returned home from your morning walk to find Chris still fast asleep on the living room couch. He had spent the whole night reading ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting’ cover to cover for what felt like the millionth time since you told him you were pregnant; that was about four weeks ago. You didn’t understand why he was freaking out considering you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy; you were only twelve weeks and you didn’t even have a bump yet. But somehow your adorable husband was acting as though you were due any day now, in fact- if he found out you went on your morning walk, he’d flip.
“C'mon bud, let’s get you some food.” You told Dodger as you made your way to the kitchen; the pup trailed behind you, his tail wagging excitedly. You grabbed his kibble out of the pantry and poured it into a bowl, giving his head a quick scratch before leaving him to prepare your own breakfast.
You started with the coffee ‘cause you knew your husband needed it, then continued with your usual poached eggs and avocado on wholewheat toast. You had that almost everyday- if you weren’t having a smoothie- and while it was partially because you were health conscious, you genuinely enjoyed it. It had been like that ever since you were a little kid, you’ve always had a preference for the 'healthier’ foods which made things easy for your parents, and yourself when you got older.
After you had your breakfast, you made Chris’- scrambled eggs and bacon because he wasn’t as big a fan of avocado as you were; you poured him a mug of coffee then took both outside for him. He was awake now, just lying there because he was too tired to move. He heard footsteps and turned, spotting you and smiling.
“Morning handsome,” you smiled back. “Breakfast?”
“Yes please.” He sat up and quickly took the mug and plate from you; you sat down next to him and he kissed the side of your head before taking a sip of his coffee. “You do make a mean cup of coffee,” he told you and you chuckled softly. “Where’s yours?”
“You won’t let me drink coffee,” you reminded him in a teasing tone and he bit back his smile with a roll of his eyes. “And if you mean breakfast, Dodger and I have already had ours in the kitchen. We’re early risers, unlike some people.” You poked his side and he squirmed, chuckling.
“Does that mean you went on your walk?” He glanced back at you with a raised brow and you chuckled softly because you knew what was coming. “Y/N,” he sighed and you did the same. “I don’t mind you exercising and whatnot, I’d just prefer it if you let me come along. What if something happens to you? I know Dodger is a smart dog but- he can’t help you if it comes down to it.”
“Sweetheart,” you pressed your nose against his shoulder and mumbled into his shirt, “I’m only twelve weeks. I think I’m more than capable taking a walk without Captain America by my side. Relax,” you giggled when you heard him let out a weary chuckle. “I’m not that fragile, so stop treating me like a porcelain doll.”
“I wish I could,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “But now that you’re carrying our future child, you’ve become twice as precious to me.” He whispered and you smiled, hugging his arm. “So please, for the love of my anxious heart-” He chuckled when you looked up at him, biting back your smile. “Stop doing things that obviously worry me.”
“I wish I could,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw before you pulled away and rose to your feet.
“You wish you could?” He quizzed with narrowed eyes when you glanced back at him. “Y/N, I wasn’t giving you a friendly suggestion. I was telling you- as your husband- that you need to stop doing things that worry me.”
“You know I can’t do that,” you shook your head with a smile that made his frown deepened. “Chris-” you cut yourself off, laughing. “Everything worries you,” you told him and his face softened because you were right. “You won’t even let me clean the house, Chris. Not that I’m complaining but-” you chuckled, “do you see my point?”
“Cleaning the house is hard work and I-” he cut himself off when you shot him a weary look. “Okay, I see your point. But…” He trailed off and rose to his feet, reaching for your hand and pulling you towards him. “Everything I’m doing or- stoping you from doing,” he chuckled when you smiled. “It’s because I love you.”
“I know,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I just wish you’d be a little less protective and irrational otherwise these next six months are going to be incredibly exhausting, not just for me- but for you too.”
“You know I don’t mean to be, but I can’t help it when it comes to you. You are the largest love of my life, Y/N. I was protective over you even before you were pregnant, did you really expect me to dial it down once you started carrying the second largest love of my life?”
“A girl can hope,” you joked and he chuckled. “You know your mom’s going to be heartbroken when she hears that she’s moved down to third place,” you teased and his chuckle turned into laughter.
“To be fair, she moved me down first.” He countered. “And I’m just going to keep moving down when our little bundle of joy joins the Evans’ household.” His hands moved over your still fairly flat belly. “When do we find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“You tell me, you’re the one who’s been reading all those pregnancy books.” You reminded him and he chuckled. “I think it’s around eighteen to twenty weeks. But I don’t think it matters, we’re going to love the little bug no matter the gender.”
“That’s true.” He descended to his knees in front of you and pressed a gentle kiss on your stomach. You smiled and ran a hand over his fluffy hair. “Hi baby, it’s your daddy speaking. Your mommy and I are extremely excited to meet you, so much so that these next six months are going to be excruciating. It doesn’t help that your mommy keeps doing things that keeps me on my toes,” he glanced up at you and you chuckled. “She really is a stubborn one, I can only hope you’re nothing like her on that matter.”
“Jerk,” you bit playfully, gently smacking the top of his head.
“But I do hope you’re like her in every other way,” he whispered and you smiled. “Rest easy, little one.” He said as you pulled him back up onto his feet; he smiled as you pressed your lips against him, giving him a tender kiss. “Where are you going?” He asked when you broke the kiss and pulled away.
“I’ve got laundry to do,” you answered.
“Yeah, that’s not happening.” He grabbed you from behind and hugged you tightly, drawing laughter from you. “You are going to do absolutely nothing for the next six months as long as I’m around,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck; his beard tickling you.
“I guess I don’t have to do you either,” you teased.
Prompt (thank you so much, btw ❤️❤️): okay so I have two one for angst: Killian tells Emma how he grew up in slavery? And fluff: Killian trying to cook for emma (which results in him either being fantastic or terrible at it)?
Ok, so I’m already sad af and I don’t think my wittle heart can handle any more angst so I’m gonna put a hold on that first one but the cooking one is adorable and while at first, I thought let’s make the man fabulous at everything, I decided to make him suck at this one little thing.
Emma makes the pancakes.
She’s not a great cook, was never given the opportunity to become one. Her life after prison has been one shitty microwaved meal to the next Chinese takeout.