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Anon requests: BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS KILLED ME OKFG. PART THREE PLEAAAAASE ITS SO
okay please continue writing more for beanies and
negotiations i’m in love
part 3 of beanies and negotiations pleaseee??? i
Can we please get a part three to Beanies and
Negotiations? One where the reader is wearing something else of Juggies and he
just kisses her or something cute?
Could you do a part three to beanies and
negotiations where the reader and Jughead get together finally
BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS IS LIKE MY CURRENT FAV
STORY PART THREEE I NEED IT IN MY LIFE
PART 3?? PLEASE
Please do a part 3 the of the negotiations!! (I
cant remember what its called sorry!)
Just discovered Beanies and Negotiations and OH
MY GOD. I need some resolution/closure hahaha But really you’re the best x
we all need a 3th part
Heya, could you do a part 3 to beanies and
negotiations, and Jughead like finally picks up the courage to ask the reader
Could you a third part for “Beanies and
Negotiations”? I love it sooooo much!
widely anticipated part 3 of the Beanies and Negotiations series, in which
Jughead and (Y/N) observe their own relationship and come to a realization
Word count: 1,181
A/N: hmm I wonder
if you guys wanted a part 3? haha I had a lot of fun writing this, I’m so glad
you guys have liked the Beanies and Negotiations series (which I hadn’t even
intended to be a series). Hopefully this
will give you all enough closure. Enjoy!
Jughead liked to consider himself a very clever and
perceptive person. So when all of his
friends were insisting that (Y/N) returned his feelings for her, he didn’t
believe it. After all, he was perceptive
enough to notice that. He noticed Betty’s
feelings for Archie, why couldn’t he see (Y/N)’s feelings? But because of what his friends told him,
Jughead took extra care to pay attention to all of his and (Y/N)’s
interactions. He overanalyzed everything
she said to him (which was a lot, he realized).
He asked himself, Do all friends
talk to each other this much? Later,
he came to the conclusion that no, not everyone talked to each other that much,
but he and (Y/N) were best friends. It
had always been like that. Then he
started to observe her body language. He
noticed that they touched a lot, maybe more than most friends do. She always had her hands brushing up against
his, her chin resting on his shoulder, her thigh right next to his. He wondered if maybe this body language meant
something a bit more flirty than friendly, but then he reminded himself that he
and (Y/N) were always like that, seeing as they were best friends. While he tried to form a conclusion about (Y/N)’s
feelings, Jughead realized that all this overanalyzing was making him fall
harder. He noticed his eyes lingering
longer on her sparkling eyes, her radiant smile, and the lines that formed on
her face when she laughed. How can someone be so beautiful? he thought.
“How do you know she likes me?” Jughead stood on Archie’s
porch at nine in the evening. Archie
sent him a questioning look, stepping outside to talk to his friend.
“What?” he asked. “Jughead,
what are you doing? It’s nine o’clock.”
“I know what time it is,” Jughead rolled his eyes. “But I need to know. I’ve spent the past week analyzing every
interaction I’ve had with (Y/N), but I don’t see it.” He sighed in frustration and rubbed his
face. Archie sent him a knowing smile.
“Jughead, I’ve known since the day you proposed to her,” he
explained, taking a step towards his friend.
Jughead’s head snapped up at the mention of the childhood memory.
“We were six,” he reminded Archie, but Archie shook his
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “What matters is she said yes.”
“No she didn’t,” Jughead countered. “She turned me down.”
“She did,” Archie said calmly. “But she also accepted, remember? She promised she’d say yes when you’re both
eighteen. Only three more years, buddy.” Jughead rolled his eyes but smiled, and
Archie laughed. “I promise you, Jughead,
she will say yes. Ask her out.” Without a reply, Jughead nodded, turned on
his heel, and left.
(Y/N) noticed Jughead’s shift in attitude for the past week. Deciding not to comment on it, she figured it
was something he had to take care of on his own. Otherwise, she told herself, he would’ve come
to her. Although she repeated this to
herself over and over again, she couldn’t help but worry for the boy she had
fallen for. On a Tuesday night, she
found herself sitting in a booth that wasn’t her usual booth, and the person
sitting across her was not Jughead.
Instead, it was Betty that occupied the seat.
“So you wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Betty asked, interrupting (Y/N)
from her thoughts. She perked up and
“Yeah,” she replied, trailing off. “So we’ve been best friends since, like, as
long as I can remember, and I tell you everything.” Betty slowly nodded.
“Before you continue,” she stopped (Y/N), “is this about
Jughead?” (Y/N) bit her lip.
“Yes,” she responded.
“I know you know I like him, and you and Veronica and everyone else
always say that he likes me but…” she paused for a moment, “how?”
“How do I know?” Betty repeated. “Because, (Y/N), he proposed to you!” (Y/N) laughed at the memory. “He lets you wear his clothes and, hell, his beanie!
That boy is as smitten as you are.”
She took a sip of her strawberry milkshake. “Trust me when I say this, (Y/N). Jughead is head over heels for you.”
Two days later, (Y/N) sat in a different booth. Her normal booth. Jughead had yet to arrive, and she was
anxiously twiddling her fingers in anticipation. The bell on the door jingled, causing her to
snap her head to face the entrance. It
was not Jughead who entered, but rather Archie, Veronica, Betty, and
Kevin. They all smiled and waved at her,
occupying a table that was within earshot of (Y/N)’s booth. She groaned at her friends’ eagerness to
eavesdrop. When the bell jingled again, (Y/N)
didn’t look up. Jughead sat down in the
seat across from her, watching as she slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes.
“Hey, Juggie,” she smiled shyly. He smiled back, equally as timid.
“Hey.” The two sat in
silence, both contemplating how to phrase their newly found revelations. How do you tell your best friend that you’re
in love with them?
“How’s your book coming along?” (Y/N) attempted to make
“It’s good,” Jughead answered. “Kinda slow right now since nothing has
happened, but I figure it’s only a matter of time.” They both laughed, and just like that, the
tension in the atmosphere cleared.
“This is weird,” (Y/N)
commented, referring to their seating arrangement.
“It is,” Jughead laughed.
“Come over here.” (Y/N) smiled
and stood up, moving onto the same side of the booth as Jughead. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he
wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“Something’s different, Juggie,” she whispered. Jughead looked down at her and smiled softly.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Things
“You know, I…” (Y/N) struggled to find the words to explain
how she felt. She swallowed, then looked
up at Jughead and smiled. “I liked
wearing your beanie.” He threw his head
back with laughter.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he rolled his eyes, but his smile
betrayed him, “because I was humiliated.”
“You were not.” (Y/N)
lightly shoved him, and he laughed again before they both fell quiet. They sat there like that for a few minutes,
Jughead’s arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, her head leaning on his shoulder, his
head on top of hers. Each of them were caught
up in their own whirlwind of thoughts.
“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted the silence, causing her to
look up at him. His voice caught in his
throat. “I-” he didn’t finished his
sentence, but instead cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers. She sat there in shock for a moment, and then
placed her hand on his chest as she kissed back. A few tables away, Archie, Kevin, Veronica,
and Betty stood up and cheered. Jughead
and (Y/N) pulled apart, laughing as their foreheads rested against each
other. Jughead took his beanie off and
placed it on (Y/N)’s head. She smiled.
“Endgame!” Kevin yelled, pumping his fist up. Everyone laughed.
“(Y/N), I-”Jughead started, but (Y/N) cut him off with a
In 2015, the rate of new works started per day on the non-profit archive exceeded that of the older fanfiction.net, and this fan-run project is set to surpass the fastest growth of either archive in 2017.
Below the cut, I explain where these numbers come from, look more closely at the seasonal variation in each archive, and the overall pace of fanworks being posted.
◇ pairing: jimin | reader ◇ genre: fluff, angst ◇ word count: 8.575 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: this story will have a sequel since there is much, much more I want to tell, but I wanted to keep it under 10k and I figured this part worked well as a standalone. please enjoy :)
You meet Park Jimin after a particularly rough landing.
You wish time traveling was as easy as the books like to describe, or as beautifully romantic as the movies depict. It is a concept that’s been overly embroidered with advantages that do not exist — and even if normal humans see it as a fortuitous skill, one they long to have, they rarely realize that having a normal life is out of the question for your kind. Even so, there is no point in wishing for something that won’t happen in this lifetime, not with the time traveling genes burning strong within your veins.
They are laying in the dark after a long day. Chirrut is supposed to be in his own bed, but once the lights in the hall went out he had gotten up quickly and moved into Baze’s. The room is dark, and all Baze can see is faint light outside reflecting off of blue eyes and small outlines of Chirrut’s face. The rest swallowed by darkness.
Baze’s hand slides up and his thumb finds Chirrut’s warm cheek, his thumb sliding over Chirrut’s cheek bone. “Chirrut,” he says quietly, and without thinking, “I want to marry you…”
There is silence in the room, and after a moment of reflection panic bubbles in Baze’s stomach. Oh Force why did he have to say that? Why did he say that now? “We don’t… we don’t have to, you don’t have to say anything, I’m being silly… unthinking… I’m-”
“I thought we were married?” Chirrut’s voice is confused, comes out as a question.
Baze swallows, looking at Chirrut’s eyes because it’s the only thing he can actually see. “What?”
“I thought we were married.”
Baze’s hand moves again on his cheek. “When would we have gotten married?”
“Two years ago,” Chirrut said simply. “It was here, in this bed… after I got out of the clinic. You told me that you loved me, and that you still did… and you promised you would never leave me. As long as we were living, you would be by my side.” Baze can feel Chirrut’s face move as he smiles. “That sounds like wedding vows to me…
Baze stares at him. "That… Chirrut that wasn’t a wedding, there was no ceremony!”
“I don’t need any ceremonies,” Chirrut said, moving up against Baze’s chest, pressing his face into him. “Mm… it’s the only wedding I need…”
Baze sighed, and then reached up, stroking Chirrut’s head. “You’re impossible, Chirrut.”
“I love you, my love…” Chirrut purred into his chest. “If you want to have a real wedding, then of course we will.”
Baze smiled softly and kissed his forehead. “I love you too…”
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Today in history, March 22nd 1873, Puerto Rico officially, Abolished slavery. Although that date was the official date for the abolition of slavery, enslaved Africans and their descendants still suffered under the conditions of slavery for a minimum of three more years, while slave owners were given money, and land agreements in their favor to compensate for the incoming loss to their revenue. Even after that, previously enslaved Africans and African descendants worked under similarly harsh conditions under the same “employer” for low wages.
It’s now been 144 years later, and I would implore us, Puerto Ricans , to reflect on what the abolition meant, and how the effects of race-based social structure still lingers on in current day Puerto Rico, and the Puerto Rican diaspora. How are conditions like for Puerto Rican’s of African descent, what are conditions like for Puerto Rican’s who’s African heritage is worn on their skin? What can we do to continue fighting against anti-blackness, and ensure a more inclusive, and less discriminatory Puerto Rican culture?
Summary: He works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff; Florist AU Word Count: 9,542 Author’s Note: I feel like it’s been so long so I’ve written something soft and breezy and cheesy and I missed it.
The regular nine a.m. call time finds Kim Taehyung at the forefront of the shop, gritting teeth together as he tries to balance the morning coffee along with his keys while trying to make sure his backpack won’t fall down his arm to disrupt his attempt. He barely manages the feat, somehow able to unlock and push open the front door before the coffee spills over. Both hands find their place again underneath the tray as he uses his hips to propel the door closed behind him.
Much like usual morning greetings, he doesn’t get one except for the sweet, floral fragranced scent that is as sharp and prominent as it is comforting and sweet. He’s been working here for a little more than three years, yet the sight and smell of flowers never fail to bring a smile to his face, never fails to help bring forth some good cheer to his day as he roams towards the back of the shop. He rests the coffee on the counter, slipping off his backpack to situate it in the back room, returning back to the floor to get things started before Kim Namjoon arrives. There isn’t much, just setting up the cashier and watering the plants and rearranging some bouquets that are due to be picked up first thing in the morning. Some adjustments here and there, giving the flowers a last minute spray to give it a fresh, dewy, appearance. He’s just setting down the second of five bouquets when the bell overhead jingles in correspondence to the arrival of someone new.
Taehyung looks up from his spraying, eyes lighting up as he takes in the newest addition to the shop. “Good morning!” He greets brightly to the customer, a man with a hesitance in his step, looking lost yet like he’s supposed to be here and Taehyung is well-tuned to his attitude at once. “Can I help you with something?”
I don’t want to judge before the entire chapter is out, but...
As the perfect moment to show us the warriors’ backstory happens, Isayama just takes new characters from who-knows-where, announcing the characters we all know are going to end up sacrified to these new ones.
We’ll never get OUR warriors past, because introducing new characters is apparently a better choice than giving a closure to the ones we learnt to love during 90 chapters.