love little bug

Little Cas Loves Bees

Characters: Castiel, Michael, Gabriel

Word Count: 748

Prompt: “Love you too, Little Bug”

Tags: Heaven AU, Sibling Relationships, Fluff, Fledgling Cas, Good Brother Michael, Gabriel Being Gabriel

Summary: Michael and Gabriel encourage Castiel to show off his powers.

A/N: Written for @revwinchester​‘s Y1k Challenge; congrats on all your achievements my dear! Thank you as ever to my darling @mrsgabrieltrickster​ for betaing x

Originally posted by oupacademic

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5 hours into my spring break and im already spending it drawing cute girls smh

when gentle sweet girl falls in love with even sweeter shy girl 🌺❤️🌼

100 nonbinary little names

♡baby
♡angel
♡bear
♡kitten
♡little one
♡sweets
♡love
♡kiddo
♡sweetie
♡babydoll
♡sweetheart
♡boo
♡princette
♡bunny
♡bug
♡captain
♡honey
♡precious
♡deity
♡puppy
♡kid
♡pet
♡cutie
♡love bug
♡goddette
♡little love
♡angel baby
♡little fox
♡your grace
♡dino
♡your highness
♡little fox
♡neko
♡inu
♡peach
♡flower
♡their birthstone (onyx, amethyst, peridot)
♡little bee
♡baby bear
♡dragon
♡button
♡cuddle bug
♡peaches
♡kitty
♡pumpkin
♡honeysuckle
♡lemon
♡berry
♡little spoon
♡clove
♡doll
♡turtle
♡sailor
♡pooh bear
♡darling
♡sugar baby
♡little frog
♡honey bunch
♡my love
♡my heart
♡tigger
♡boo boo
♡sweetpea
♡froggie
♡teddy bear
♡sugar bear
♡foxy
♡treasure
♡ginger bread
♡tweetie
♡tart
♡cinnamon
♡peach pie
♡tiny
♡smartie
♡doe
♡fawn
♡cub
♡kit
♡bumpkin
♡little
♡honey bee
♡bubbles
♡partner
♡pumpkin pie
♡cookie
♡cosmo
♡sky
♡pika
♡baby bean
♡bean
♡babe
♡bubby
♡cutie pie
♡pup
♡fairy
♡super hero
♡daisy
♡cupcake
♡bee
♡pine
♡faery
♡baby bear
♡comet
♡buttercup
♡bun
♡little lion
♡peachy
♡candy
♡baby cakes

Post-Reveal hand holding leading to Sunshine Child making little observations about his cute little Love Bug<3

Never make fun of the smols, they’re feisty<3

«also inspired by a convo with my girlfriend❤️ she hates it when I mention how smol she is lol»

and here is a 2 songs long sketch omg.. THESE DORKS HAVE REALLY TAKEN MY LIFE AWAY I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO BESIDES CRAZY LOVE THEM ughh they should kiss already my heart can’t with this.

But srsly.. September will be the best month ever!!. Mars will come back with the babies and it’s my birthday also, and BoJack Horseman will be back as well I can’t wait to start fangirling about Mr Peanutbutter.. YOU KNOW WHAT I’LL GO DRAW HIM. BYE.


Long Exposure’s comic // Mitch and Jonas~ belongs to Mars ( @smokeplanet )

a broken promise- h.s imagine

Harry opened his eyes slowly, his eyes adjusting to the small light that entered his bedroom when Anne opened the door. Anne walked into the room slowly with a glass of water in her hands. She placed it down on the bedside table next to the untouched plate of food she brought up just a couple of hours ago.

Harry closed his eyes once more as he pulled the blanket tighter against his body. Anne took a seat on the bed next to him and began running her hand through his hair. “It’s heartbreaking to see you this way” Anne whispered quietly.

Harry remained silent, used to hearing the same words used by all his friends and family:

“Everything’s going to be okay someday”-How could it be? He just lost his best friend.

“Just know she’s in a happier place”- Could it be such a happy place if she wasn’t here on Earth anymore? “She lived a happy life.” - She could be living a happy, longer life. With him.

Anne’s eyes glanced to the picture frame that was on the bedside table. She stared at the picture taken about three years ago. As she continued staring at the picture, her eyes started to well up with tears.

Y/N was carefully wiping the cake off her nose, careful to not wipe off any of her makeup. Harry was standing next to her, rubbing a towel against his cheek. Y/N looked at him through the reflection of the washroom mirror. “I thought we agreed to not be those cliche couples that smash the cake into each other’s face” you joked.

Harry removed the towel from his face and smiled. “Love, it’s a tradition! Everyone does it on their wedding day” he pointed out as he turned to look at you properly. Y/N let out a chuckle as she threw away the tissue into a nearby trashcan. “Did you really have to smash it against me that hard though?”

Harry walked over to his new wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m sorry Mrs. Styles. It was never my intention.” Y/N softly smiled as she straightened out her new husband’s tie. “It’s alright. I know you’ll make up it up to me tonight” Y/N  smirked, her hands resting on his chest.

Harry’s eyes went wide as Y/N tried to hold back her giggle. Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s waist, careful not to stand on her beautiful, white dress. “Mrs. Styles, are you flirting with me?” Y/N let out a chuckle before she stepped out of Harry’s hold. The newly wed couple exited the washroom and began walking towards where the reception was being held.

Just before they waked in, Harry turned to his wife. “Ready?” Y/N smiled as she nodded her head, “Always.”

The room was filled with friends and family. Everyone static to celebrate Y/N and Harry’s love. There was a sense of happiness that floated around the room. One of the photographers noticed the couple walking in. Immediately he pulled out his camera, “Smile, lovebirds!”

Harry pulled Y/N close to him, his hand on her waist as he placed a kiss on the cheek. Y/N placed her hand on Harry’s check as she looked at the camera and smiled.

Anne fiddled with her fingers on her lap. Lately it’s been hard talking to her son. For all his life, he could talk to her. When he was little and got a scape on the knee, she could put a bandaid on it and everything will be right in the world. When he was a teen and just experienced his first heartbreak, Anne was the one to tell him there were so many other fishes in the sea and to stop dwelling on someone that wasn’t worth his time. When Harry first introduced Y/N to Anne, she was the one that told him that Y/N was special and to never let her go.

What was she supposed to do when he lost his wife?

Harry opened his eyes, his eyes looking everywhere else but at Anne. “Mum, just…I want to be alone.” Harry’s raspy voice let out as he buried himself more into the blankets on the bed.

Anne bit her lip as she nodded her head. Quietly she let herself out of what used to be Y/N and Harry’s shared room.

Harry ran his hand over his face, his bloodshot eyes staring at the papers in front of him. Gemma and Anne quietly sat on both sides of Harry, watching his every move.


“Would you like the deceased to be buried or cremated?”

Harry closed his eyes to prevent the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He took a deep breath, his leg beginning to bounce as his hands began to shake.

Gemma cleared her throat. “Buried,” Gemma whispered quietly. Anne reached over and grabbed Harry’s hand. Her heart filling with sorrow.

The funeral director nodded. His mouth set in a straight line. “Will you be going with the traditional ceremony with a casket present or not present?”

Suddenly, Harry stood up and walked out the room. Gemma was quick to go after her younger brother while Anne stayed back with the director.

“Harry!” Gemma called out as Harry was pacing out the door. Gemma placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to slow down. Harry turned around and quickly hugged his sister as he sobbed into her neck. Gemma was quick to wrap her arms around him, her own tears began to pour.

Gemma walked down the stairs, a baby monitor in her hands. Y/N was sitting down on the couch sipping a glass of wine. Gemma let out a breath as she plopped down next to her. “Little bugger is finally asleep.”

Y/N smiled. “You have a beautiful little girl, Gem.” Gemma turned her head and smiled at Y/N. “Thanks love but trust me, when you and Harry have children of your own, they’ll be absolutely gorgeous.”

Y/N blushed at Gemma’s words. Her finger tip tracing the wine glass. A moment of silence passed before Gemma finally spoke up. “Have you guys talked about having children?”

Y/N sighed. “We have. But…I don’t know if we’re quite ready.” Y/N admitted as she turned her body towards Gemma and leaned her head against the couch.

Gemma picked up her own wine glass before turning to Y/N as well. “You guys have been married for two years now. Surely you guys are ready.” Y/N shook her head as she stared into her glass. “His album is almost about to release. Then he’s going to have to go on press tours, then soon enough an actual tour. He’s going to be gone for a long time. I don’t think I can handle being pregnant by myself yet alone care for a newborn.”

Gemma nodded, her mind flashing back to when she first had her daughter. She doesn’t know what she would’ve done without her husband helping along the way. “I think you and Harry are able to take over the world.”

Y/N let out a chuckle. Gemma shook her head, “No, I’m serious. It’s hard and almost rarely seeing a love that you and Harry have. It’s the kind of love you see in movies. I don’t think anything or anyone can ruin that. Having a baby, having children will bring the two of you closer if humanly possible. And Y/N, I know my brother will love that little bug more than life itself. I know he’s willing to drop anything and everything for you. I believe in you guys.”

Y/N’s head tilted as she smiled at her sister in law. Careful not to spill her drink, she leaned over and pulled Gemma in for a hug. “I think the best part of marrying Harry was getting you as a sister.” Y/N admitted. Gemma softly smiled as she returned the hug.


Harry walked into his room and shut the door. He instantly went to Y/N’s side of the bed. He didn’t bother taking off his clothes nor did he bother wiping his tear stained face. He had an excuse. He just came back from Y/N’s fucking funeral.

Harry looked over to Y/N’s bedside table. Everything remained untouched from the last time Y/N was here. Y/N’s reading glasses were on top of her favorite novel that she’s read too many times to count. Her favorite candle to light around fall was halfway gone. There was an empty glass that was always filled because she would  always be incredibly thirsty when she woke up in the morning.

Lying on the middle of the table was Y/N’s engagement ring.

Harry demanded that Y/N was buried with her wedding band on. In his head it meant that Y/N would be with him forever. Harry picked up the engagement ring. As he stared at the beautiful ring that took a pretty big chunk out of his bank account, memories of his marriage started to play in his head: how he asked Y/N’s parents for her hand in marriage, how he picked out the ring with both Anne and Y/N’s mother, how he proposed, how Y/N looked when he got down on his knee. He thought about the pride he felt when he would hold Y/N’s hand and feel her ring on her, he thought about the fights that only made them stronger. He thought about how he was supposed to fucking grow old with Y/N. He thought about it all.

And it killed him.

“Gah!” Harry yelled out in frustration as he threw the ring across the room. Harry wrapped his arms around himself as he laid his head against Y/N’s pillow, her smell still lingering. Harry let out a sob. He stared at the ceiling. “You promised! You fucking promised!” Harry yelled through his sobs, his hands flying to his face.

One night when Harry and Y/N were both 18, they took a drive together. They let the night carry them away. The car ride was filled with laughter, smiles, story telling, happiness. They drove until they were miles away from the city. They were driving away from all their troubles, promising to return.

Eventually they stopped in a field a hundred miles away from civilization. The only light was from the lantern Harry kept in his car for emergencies. Harry and Y/N were laying on the hood of his car, staring at the million of stars in front of them, something you would never be able to see in a busy city like London.

“Does it ever scare you?” Y/N whispered, her eyes never once leaving the beautiful sight in front of her. Harry looked over at his girlfriend, his eyebrows raised. “About what, love?”

Y/N looked at those beautiful green eyes she would always get lost in. “About how fast everything is changing for us?”

And things were changing. Harry was in one of the biggest bands in history, their success growing more and more each day while Y/N tackled the hardship of being a uni student. It was a sore topic. To talk about the idea of someday growing apart.

Harry nodded his head as he gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze. “Sometimes it scares me. It scares me how much I love you. How much I adore you. How I couldn’t see myself with any other person than you.”

Harry’s words brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She leaned up and looked at her boyfriend. “I will love you forever, Harry Styles.”

Harry leaned up, a smile decorated on his face. He brought Y/N’s hands to his lips, placing a kiss on it. “Promise me something, petal?” Y/N nodded her head, “Anything, H.”

“Promise me no matter what obstacles come our way, no matter what life throws at us, no matter how many people are telling us no, promise me. Promise you’ll never leave me.”

Y/N smiled. This was a promise she would be sure to keep. Nothing would make her say otherwise. She placed a small kiss on Harry’s lips. With her forehead leaning against his, “I promise.”

Harry pulled his knees to his chest. He began to rock back and forth, the tears never leaving his eyes. Through his sobs, Harry whispered to himself, “You promised.”


eh idk. is this too repetitive to the things i write? lol at first i was like damn this gonna be good but then i was like oh god AM I SELLING OUT. 

idk! let me know what you guys thought! 

you can find the rest of my writing here 

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia opening credits featuring Charlie’s Paddy’s Pub song

A little bee-bug that let me come very close as it got messy working with the pollen! How did I know it got messy, you ask?

(blurry but still stinkin’ adorable)

So I hadn’t exactly noticed right away but @ask-acepony started following me, and after I saw that I noticed that @the-love-bug-queen and even @ask-asoftboy were ALSO following me! Thank you so much for that!! QwQ

I know this may seem a little silly but these people have great blogs and it’s such an honor to be followed by them! You guys should check them out if you haven’t already!! 

I must say tho, even if I’m making a post about these 3 in particular, it’s an honored to be followed by ALL of you guys! Thank you! <33

the superhero code | peter parker x hero!reader

Originally posted by over-et

notes: Y/S/N = your superhero name
possible spoilers from the movie, so be warned. also in this imagine peter doesn’t have a crush on liz. 
also there is a part two if you’re interested, it’s called the lovers code it’s linked in my masterlist on my blog.


“Ugh! Watching you stare at Peter, is like watching a kid stare at a toy they really want but know they can’t have,” Michelle stated, as her eyes lifted from her book to point out the obvious. That analogy was pretty much the perfect way to describe your feelings for the boy. 

Since your freshmen year at Midtown, you had developed a crush on the cute nerd. You thought it would go away soon, but here you are a year later still longing for him. It’s not like you were shy or anything. You shared that quality with Michelle where you’re outsiders but you aren’t afraid to share your opinion with people. 

The analogy she given was perfect because you knew you couldn’t have him. Not with the life you lead. You were one of Queen’s heroes, (Y/S/N). You couldn’t have anybody get too close or else they’re life would be endangered. It was kind of the superhero code. 

Michelle was fully aware of your predicament, after reading one of your text messages from Tony Stark….’s assistant/body guard Happy. You didn’t work for Tony Stark or the Avengers. Mr. Stark saw you on the news and realized you were a superhero he would have to keep an eye on. Just like Spiderman.

“(Y/N)! No witty comeback. I’m disappointed,” Michelle stated as she stood up out of her seat. Apparently you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the bell ring, signifying the next period. Where you had P.E.


“Peter knows Spiderman!” Shouted the voice of Ned, gaining the attention of every student in the gym. You and Michelle also turned your heads to hear the story. 

Peter quickly stood up from his gym mat and walked up to Liz Allen and her group of friends. “Ugh… y-yeah. I know-know him. I’ve met him through the internship.” Peter explained, clearly nervous due to all of the eyes on him. Flash scoffed as he walked up to Peter.

“Yeah right. You probably know (Y/S/N) too since she and Spiderman are pretty much inseparable,” Flash said. You tensed at the statement. You were aware that some of the public thought you and Spidey were a thing, which made your hear hurt cause you just wanted to be associated with Peter not Spiderman.

“I’ve met her too.” Peter said. Now this got your attention. You had never once approached Peter as (Y/S/N). Too scared that he will recognize you.

“Sure. So why don’t you bring the happy couple over to Liz’s party.” Flash suggested. Which made your stomach turn, as you looked away from the two boys. Michelle noticed your reaction. She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

What you didn’t know was that Peter was looking like a tomato due to the couple fact. 


“DJ FLASH!” 

“I swear if I hear that one more time I will scream.” You stated to Michelle. You were both at Liz’s party. You weren’t that into partying but you wanted to see if Peter was actually going to bring Spiderman. Or if Peter was going to try to get (Y/S/N) here. You wanted to help the boy out but you knew if you did your secret identity- POOF.

“I swear if they don’t have any cream for this bagel I will scream.” Michelle stated as she looked around the snack table for any kind of cream. She found one and started to spread it on her bagel.

“Are you seriously eating at a time like this?” You questioned, crossing my arms and keeping my eyes on the front door. Michelle nodded. “Would you relax? Your little love bug is going to show up with the boy you wished was your love bug. And he won’t look like a complete fool.” You narrowed your eyes at her for that statement, but then you saw Peter and Ned… in an interesting? fedora. But no Spiderman. 

Liz walked up to them and engaged in a short conversation. She left after someone smashed a vase and now it was Michelle’s turn to socialize. 
“Can’t believe you guys are at this lame party,” She stated as she took a bite from her bagel. “You’re here too.” Ned replied. “Am i?” With that Michelle turned to me, winked, and then walked away. Ned following, probably to argue with her or something. 

Peter walked up to you though. “Hey, (Y/N). Since when has partying ever been your thing?” He questioned. It took all you had not to squeal. Because one your crush was talking to you and two he observed your habit of not going to parties. “Michelle wanted to come but didn’t want to be stuck by herself with all of these strange people.” You lied. You were actually the one to drag Michelle here.

Peter chuckled. “Oh. Well-” 

“Hey. Parker!” Flash said into the microphone turning everybody’s attention onto Peter again. “Where’s Spiderman? Is he in Canada with your girlfriend?” Peter looked hurt and immediately exited the party.

Every muscle in your body ached for you to go after him but you knew it wasn’t your place. But you knew someone who could fix this. You looked around for Michelle and when your eyes locked with hers, she offered you a small smile fully aware of what your plan was.


You were all suited up and were about to go ahead into Liz’s party when you saw a certain web-slinger perched on a roof. You jumped up on it and joined him. Maybe he had come for Peter after all.

“Hey, Spidey! What you doing at a party like this?” You tried joking as you sat down next to him. The fellow hero seemed to be in a better mood now that you joined him. “Hey, beautiful. The question is what are you doing here,” He said. 

“First of all; how can you know I’m beautiful if you’ve never seen me underneath the mask.” “I don’t need to see your face to know you look like an angel.” “Two; I asked you first.” 

“Okay, my buddy Peter invited me. What’s your excuse?” “Thought I’d just swing by.” Spidey nodded as he looked down at the house. It was like he was looking for someone. Probably Peter. He doesn’t know that the boy stormed out of the party though. You then realized if Spidey knows Peter, maybe he could offer you some advice. 

“Hey, Spiderman can I get your advice on something?” You asked, starting to twiddle with your thumbs. Spidey nodded as he looked at you through his mask.  “Do you think it’s a good idea for superheroes to date civilians? Like I know Iron Man has Pepper Potts, but do you think it’s a good idea?” 

“Do you like a civilian?” You only nodded. Spidey let out a sigh. “If you would like to know I also like a civilian but I have no idea if it’s a good idea to date her. And if I did would it be a good idea if she knew about my whole Spiderman life.”  “That’s exactly my thoughts.”

“So who do you like?” The wall-crawler asked. “I’ll say his name if you tell me her’s.” “Deal.” And then we spoke of their names:

“Peter Parker”

“(Y/N) (L/N)”

Spiderman liked you. You had no idea how to feel or whether you should tell him that you were her. The spider had the same predicament. You let out a nervous laugh. 

“It’s probably a bad idea if we dated these people right. It’s against the code, right?” You questioned. Spidey nodded.

How to Tell if I‘m in Daddy Space
  • Holding a stuffed animal on my lap like a baby because my littles aren’t around
  • Accidentally making two or three cups of hot chocolate instead of one
  • Sudden need to give cuddles, hugs, kisses, and little bits of affection to every cute person, but mostly my littles
  • Calling people shorter and/or cuter than me “little one” on impulse
  • Tries to go to bed at a normal time, but stays up because of the need to take care of my littles
  • Leather boots that my little bugs love
  • “Make sure you take a shower, brush your teeth, and change into your jammies before you go to bed.”
  • The obnoxious desire to baby EVERYONE
OK it's official Riverdale= Dawsons Creek.

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…

Originally posted by jessestar10

Some errink’s colored sketchs :3

Error belongs to Loverofpiggies

And Ink belongs to Comyet

Who She Was, How She Loved.

First off, this is my first one shot so I don’t know if I’m doing it right. And second, I don’t know what the fuck came over me to write this heart breaking story, something is wrong with me obviously. Like I made myself a sobbing mess sooo…


But I hope someone somewhere like it and it makes you feel something. That’s the goal. Okay. Deep breath. Here goes…


p.s I think I’m supposed to warn about major character death?


***

Jughead placed the plate of pasta in front of his daughter, she smiled up at him with a gummy grin and her big green eyes. Her two front teeth had both fallen out at the same time, his heart warmed thinking about how excited she had been leaving her teeth under her pillow for the tooth fairy. Her excitement matched in the morning when she found the coins the tooth fairy had left in their place. She wanted to save enough to buy herself a journal, and his heart had grown a size or two. So much like her Mother, especially as she sat there with her blonde hair Jughead couldn’t bring himself to cut.

“Daddy?” She had picked up her fork and was now pushing the pasta around in her plate with disinterest, very much unlike her. She had taken after her Dad in the food aspect, which he was rather proud of.

“What’s up, bug?” He asked as he sat opposite her at the dining table.

“Did Mummy like pasta?” She looked up at him with eyes just like Betty’s and Jughead had to mask the pain that took residence on his face whenever his wife’s name was mentioned.

“Junie, Mummy loved pasta. Just like you. And do you know what else?” He wanted Juniper to know every last detail about her Mother, who she was and how she loved, and one day he would tell her their whole story, but not yet. It was a bit heavy for a 6 year old.

“What?” She asked, eyes wide in curiosity.

“She hated pumpkin, baby. Just like you.”

“Yuck, punkin.” She scrunched her nose up at the thought, crossing her arms in distaste. “People who like punkin are weird, Daddy. You’re weird.” Jughead let out a laugh at his daughters comment, knowing full well she wasn’t wrong. Juniper finally stabbed a piece of pasta and popped it in her mouth, chewing around it and thinking of her next question. “What else did Mummy like?”

Jughead was always torn whenever Juniper asked about Betty. He wanted her to know every little detail about her Mum, but talking about her made his heart ache and his throat swell. And as much as he tried to put it off his mind couldn’t help but bring that memory to the forefront. It was the best and the worst day of his life.

*

The nurse placed the baby girl in Betty’s arms, and Jughead swore he had never been as happy as he was in that moment. Even though Betty had just given birth to a damn human, she still looked like an angel. Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat, cheeks red, eyes brimming with tears of elation. She was staring down at her daughter in her arms with a look that Jugheads memory would never do justice. She spoke without taking her eyes away from her new born daughter.

“Juggie, we made her. Can you believe it?” Her voice was thick with love. Jughead had to swallow before he could speak.

“You did all the hard work, Betty. I’m so proud of you.” He places a hard kiss to her temple. Betty finally managed to pull her eyes from her baby and smile a warm smile at her husband. “So, are we decided on her name?”

“Yes, it suits her don’t you think?” Her eyes are back on her daughter. “Hey, little Juniper. You want to meet your Daddy?” Jughead is more careful than he’s ever been as he takes his daughter from Betty. As he’s looking down at her little face, her eyes taking him in, he can’t help but think all the cliches to life. She is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and he’s so in love. He curled his finger around her little hand.

“Hey, Juniper. I’m your Daddy, baby girl.” He didn’t even notice the single tear that rolled down his face. “You and your Mummy are the the best things in my life, and I promise I will never let anyone or anything hurt either of you.”

*

He broke that promise very shortly. Not intentionally, and by no choice of his own.

“Daddy?” Junipers voice broke him from his reverie.

“Sorry, baby. Let’s see, what did Mummy like?” He pinched his chin with his thumb in forefinger with a funny look on his face that caused a burst of giggles from his daughter. “She liked movies, especially the old ones.”

“Like black and white ones?” She asked her Dad.

“Some of them were, yeah. And she liked vanilla milkshakes. She liked to read. And she loved to write.” Junipers eyes lit up at this new revelation.

“Really Daddy? Like me?” Her smile was contagious.

“Yeah, Junie, just like you.” He leaned over the table to say quietly, “She wrote to you, you know. When you were in her tummy.” She was nearly jumping in her seat.

“Can we read some, Daddy? Pleeeaaaase?” She almost yelled in excitement, giving another toothless grin at her Father.

“Of course, sweetie. When you finish your dinner, how about you have a bath and we’ll read some tucked in bed?” Juniper shovelled more than a mouthful of pasta into her mouth at once, and quickly stood from her chair and pushed it in.

“All finished!” She said through a mouthful of food. Jughead cold only laugh at how much she looked like him right then.

“Alright, my little bug. I’ll go run that bath.”

Once he had Juniper in the bath, he went to his bedroom and pulled the box down from the top of his closet. Only on occasion would he pull out the journal that Betty had filled with pages and pages for Juniper. He ran his hand over pink front cover.

Betty’s pregnancy had been complicated from the start, and there was a lot of talk of worst case scenarios and so many take it easy mentions that she had stopped working at the Registery. So at night when she couldn’t sleep from being so anxious for her baby, and with the lack of writing she was doing now, she channeled it all into this journal she was going to gift to her little girl one day. At first Jughead couldn’t understand, she would be up all hours and he would worry that she was never getting enough sleep. He would tell her it was silly, nothing would happen and she could tell their little girl everything herself soon enough. But she ignored him and did it anyway, and he came to understand. And now he was eternally grateful to his wife for her determination to do it.

It was all that Juniper would have of her Mother that was her own, not things she would hear from Jughead, or her grandparents or Auntie Polly and Uncle Arch.

This journal was for her, and when she was old enough to understand he would gift it to her and she could read it all herself, take from it whatever she wanted. But for now he could read her a page or two.

*

Jughead walked around the room a few times with his new born daughter in his arms, and he never wanted to put her down. But when Betty ushered him back to her with an “Oi” and a hand wave, he obeyed.

He sat down on the bed with Betty gently as not to move her too much. For all the complications during her pregnancy the birth had run smooth. He repositioned Juniper in his arms so that her little head was between the two new parents.

think she looks like you, Jug. What do you think?” She pecked a tiny kiss on her daughters head.

“She’s beautiful, Betts. Which she only could have gotten from you.” Betty swatted his arm and let out a laugh.

“Oh, shush you.” She leaned toward him and kissed him softly, pausing against his lips and smiling. “I love you so much, Jughead. I’m so happy right now. I can’t believe this is my life.” She had her eyes closed, she was a little pale and he thought of how exhausted she must be.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, baby.” He kissed her back. “Do you want me to let you get some rest?” She quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her as he went to move.

No, stay. Both of you. I want to enjoy this moment.” She lay her head against his shoulder and just watched her daughters face. She bought her hand up slowly to run it down Junipers cheek. “I love you, little bug. You are all I’ve ever wanted and you will be so loved by everyone, you have no idea.” She was a little breathless as she spoke.

"Just us 3, against the world.” Jughead said with a beaming smile. “Right, Mummy?” He looked back at Betty, and she was awfully still. His heart was in his throat when she didn’t respond. “Betty? Betts?” He did his best to try and shake her awake with his shoulder while still holding Juniper. Betty’s head slumped from his shoulder. “Betty! Oh, oh my god Betty. Help!” He was yelling now, trying to get someone’s attention. He quickly jumped up and popped Juniper in her incubator, she was screaming and crying now with all the commotion but he had to get back to his wife who was lying motionless in her hospital bed. He put one hand around her neck and lifted her head, but there was no strength in her. “Fuck, Betty, please wake up baby. Come on. Help! My wife, please!” He reached up with his free hand and slammed the emergency button above her bed.

In less than a minute the room was flooded with nurses, they were pulling him away from Betty and he was resisting.

That’s my wife, you have to help her, please help her.” His face was saturated in tears, his voice barely a whisper. He could barely remember anything after that except a nurse telling him “We are trying, Mr Jones, but we need the room. I know it’s hard but please, I will come and get you when she’s stable.”

He did as he was told, and sat in the hallway outside her room with his head in his hands. Archie and Veronica were there with flowers and a teddy bear and so many questions, but he couldn’t speak so they sat with him and waited. He couldn’t shake the image of Betty lifeless out of his head. God. Please. Not now, he was begging. Praying.

"Take me instead, please I beg you. Take me instead, I’ll do anything.” He hadn’t realise he’d been saying it out loud until a throat was cleared.

"Mr Jones?” Jughead quickly shot up, his heart in his throat.

Yes, my wife, Betty? Is she okay? What’s happened?” And when he saw the look on the doctors face, his heart fell from his throat through his chest and he swallowed it whole. He didn’t even hear the words, it was just a mix of medical terms he couldn’t understand and apologies. “We’re sorry… Did all we could… postpartum hemorrhage…” All he really remembers is falling to the floor, Archie racing to catch him and Veronica sobbing.

*

Juniper was now in her pjs and snuggled under her covers. “Okay, ready Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” Jughead placed a kiss on her forehead and lay down next to Juniper on her little bed. “Should we start at the start?” He asked her.

“Yes!” She snuggled into her Dads shoulder. “Pretty.” She noted, rubbing her hand over the pink cover of the journal in Jughead hand.

“Like you, baby girl.” He placed another kiss on her forehead. “This is yours, Juniper. Mummy wrote it for you, and when you’re old enough, it’ll be yours to take care of. That okay?” He looked down at her, her eyes trained on the journal and her mouth in a little pout. So many times a day Jughead would catch her looking so much like Betty, normally in a moment of thought like she was now. She nodded at him.

“I wish I was old enough now.”

“I know baby, but you’re already growing up too fast for Daddy’s liking. So too bad.” He nudged her with his shoulder and she laughed at him.

“Quick, Dad! Read to me.” She said a little impatiently.

“Sorry! Okay, let’s read the first page. This one Mummy wrote when she first found out you were in her tummy,-”

“Babies don’t grow in tummies Dad.” He looked down at her in slight horror.

“Okay, this is what I meant by growing up too fast, smartie pants.” She just smiled back at him and nudged him to carry on.

“Well then, Mummy wrote this for you when she first found out she was having you. The doctor told her that she had to be very careful and not to do too much with herself, so with all her free time she wrote to you.” Jughead was waiting for a response from his daughter, and when he didn’t get one he took it as means to carry on.

“To my little bug-”

“That’s what you call me, Daddy.” She said happily. Jughead could only smile.

“It’s what me and Mummy called you before we knew you were a girl, before you were born.” She contemplated that for a moment.

“Okay, I not stop you anymore. Keep going.”

“To my little bug, I love you so much already. Me and Daddy can hardly believe you are in there! I can’t wait until I can feel you moving in there, my love. I don’t know if I can wait the 8 months to meet you. The doctor told Mummy I have to take it very easy, and your Daddy is making sure of that. He’s going to be the best in the world baby, I just know it. You and I are so lucky to have him. I promise to fill this whole journal with stories about Mummy and Daddy, and all about our journey together while you’re growing. I can’t wait to see your face bug, I secretly hope you look just like your Daddy. I hope my heart is big enough for the both of you!.”

“Daddy? You okay?” Juniper looked up at him and reached her little hand out to wipe a tear that had slipped down Jugheads cheek. “Why are you sad?” He kissed her hand that was against his face and put the journal on the ground,

“I just miss your Mum, bug. But I’m so lucky to have a little bit of her in you.” Juniper snuggled in closer to her Dad. “I think that’s enough for tonight, you need to sleep little one.”

“You forgot before, Daddy. When you told me about what Mummy likes.”

“Mm? What did I forget?” She looked up at him and he brushed her hair from her face. She had a smile on her face just like Betty’s and it made his heart twist in his chest.

“You! Silly. Auntie Ronnie told me that you were Mummy’s soul friend and I always remember.” He could feel his eyes wanting to cry again but forced it back, he didn’t want to end up upsetting Junie.

“Auntie Ronnie wasn’t wrong, baby. Mummy is my soul mate.” He lightly kissed her nose as he rose from her bed and tucked her in. “And you should be on that list too, Junie. She loved you more than anything.”

He stood in her doorway for a moment after he switched off her light, her face illuminated from the light in the hall as she fell into a peaceful sleep. She was the perfect balance of himself and Betty, he thought. His heart broke more every day without her, but those glimpses of her in Juniper helped to mend it.

“I miss you, Betts. So much. I wish you could see her grow. There’s so much you in her, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. You knew I could never live without you, and with giving me her meant I never have too. I love you for that.”

fin.