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
This is the last chapter for this mini-series! I really hope you all have enjoyed reading it just as much as I have writing it, despite this final chapter being a tad late. Forgive me! But nonethess, the curtains open and you are still in the basement after a few days, a plan brewing in your mind…
Light. It was sparse, but you remembered anticipating each sunrise and sunset. The small window in the basement gifted you with some touch of nature, you could watch the tangerine rays shine into the room as the giant yellow orb would ascend or descend. Noon hardly granted you anything, just a faint ray, yet those marvelous times of day were one of the few things you had. Nonetheless, it was something he couldn’t control- and knowing that, well, you relished in that fact. One could look at is as a curse, how you would get a glimpse of the world outside of this dismal basement; you looked at is as motivation. The hope that one day you’d be able to feel the sun on your skin again with a heart as light as a feather, no worries nor chains holding you back. A freedom that you were determined to have once more.
However, you knew it wouldn’t be easy- if anything, it would be the opposite. It would be quite difficult to gain that feeling you so desired, and while Mark would find your stubbornness amusing and irrational, you knew it would come in handy to achieve this goal.
That beast would starve you. He’d make you go days without even a crumb of food, he did have some mercy and kept your supply of water fresh. For the first day or so, you strongly fought him on everything- you weren’t sure what it would achieve, but you didn’t want to comply so easily either. Only you realized that in doing so, he would make everything worse. He withheld food- and even water for a while- and would execute his own form of punishment, to say the least, he left the proof on your skin. Decorated with splotches of purple hues, your body still ached with even the smallest, simplest of movements. So instead, you begrudgingly complied if only to spare yourself of more pain. Yet, he kept trying to break your mind and to your dismay, you knew if you did get out of this, this experience would make an ugly stain in your mind- one that would haunt you and your dreams. That didn’t sway you though, you would need help, yes, but you would continue with your life.
You wouldn’t let him ruin it. You weren’t only going to escape this Hell hole, you would thrive once you were out.
The day was growing old, its youthful sun receded into the darkness of night. It shined a beautiful mural on the wall to your left, painted with a bold orange, it seemed to fill the room with hope and peace. Maybe that was why you loved this time of day so much, that even in horrendous conditions, it brought about such marvelous and pure feelings. And without a doubt, it motivated you beyond belief; you awaited the day that you would see the sunset in person again. A heavy breath left your lungs, one you didn’t know you were holding in, and you gathered all your courage. You had to try tonight. You just had to, you refused to spend another day here.
The only thing you had to count the days, which- with today- added up to twelve, was the consistency of Dark’s visits. There was none the first day, except for that devious deception of his, but the following days he would visit you. It started off with one and gradually went up to three: one in the morning, another sometime in what you believe is the afternoon and the final one after the sunset. With this one coming to an end, you expected his visit to be soon. Until then, you had all the time you needed to come up with some sort of escape. Thankfully, he decided to remove your restrains. But unfortunately, he upped the security around the room. You would hear about four or five things unlock before he entered the basement, you may need luck to somehow get past that. There was hardly anything down here you could use, it was primarily empty aside from a few holiday decorations and props that Mark had used in some of his videos.
If anything was holding you back, it was Mark. The possibility that he would return, find you left and practically made sure he wouldn’t be able to contact you, it made a guilty pang resonate in your heart. You loved him. He was everything you could ask for in a relationship, he was sweet, playful, loving, romantic, funny, charming, and everything else you loved about him. There was always a few little things you guys didn’t agree on but other than that, well, to say the least he always made you happy. That’s all that matters, right? And so, this whole incident left you with such contradicting emotions.
You hated Dark. No matter what he would say to sway your mind, no matter how long he kept you here, no matter how many bruises he left on your skin, that would never change. He took away everything you had, even going so far as to take your freedom away from you. He took Mark from you, in fact, he probably believed he was ‘better’ for you than Mark- which couldn’t be further from the truth. You hated Dark, yet, you loved Mark. See the problem?
That was why it was so hard to leave. You knew you had to though and you knew you wanted to; everything he took from you, you wanted back back. Sadly, you knew the one thing you desired most, was the one thing you wouldn’t be able to have. You’d have your freedom, you’d have your life back, but you wouldn’t have Mark. You knew you had to accept that though, if Mark does beat the beast, you hoped that someway somehow you two would find each other again.
Until you reached that point however, you needed a plan.
It took you a while to figure out a plan that would give you a fair chance. While you wished you would be able to escape while he would be sleeping, the locks on the door were simply impossible without grabbing his keys. If you were sly enough, you would try to pickpocket him and snatch the keys. However, you are not that sly. So, that option was out. You could try to break the window, but looking over the window again, you realized it would be a tad too small for you to crawl out of. Ergo, you soon realized that option was out as well. What was left? Possibly the last and most daring option you could think of. The idea was to somehow knock Dark out, grab the keys and leave. If your prediction would prove true, then Mark’s car keys would be in his drawer. And from your latest experience of running away from him, you thought driving would be far more efficient
That would be your plan, though you’d have to search for something heavy enough to knock him out with quickly, and by default, giving you more time to escape. You scavenged the basement and gathered the courage and strength you needed for this plan.
It was late, the sun had receded into the distance as the blue night began its own painting in the sky; your little window of hope- that was both figurative and literal- hardly gifted you any light at this time. The moon’s young light sufficed, however; maybe this little light would prove to be beneficial in your plan.
The creaking of the down knob sent chills down your spine and adrenaline through your bloodstream. You were terrified, but you were ready. You sat against a box holding miscellaneous holiday decorations, your weapon behind your back. Awaiting his entrance, you took a deep breath.
He descended down the stairs, the whites of his eyes contrasting against the darkness- that ever present devious glint in those dark brown orbs stared into your own. Confidence radiated off him, if it were light, then the room would be way more illuminated than you’ve ever seen- it would be blinding. He loosened his tie as his feet carried him over to you, Dark stood above you with his usual smirk plastered on his expression- soon enough, you would knock that mocking smirk off his face. A hand reached down to your sitting form and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. Had some… business to take care of, loose ends you know?”
You didn’t know. Nor did you want to. You averted your eyes, but didn’t pull away. Instead, you needed him to get closer to quickly execute your plan, “Mar- Dark, I think I may be getting sick. I haven’t been well since you last left… I’m not really sure why either. I almost got sick and I just-”
“What?” He had let you go. His voice, much to your surprise, wasn’t harsh. It was gruff and a bit aggressive, possibly by default, but it was primarily laced with confusion. A lingering thought did enter his mind though, you were behaving better and maybe the basement conditions weren’t the safest or cleanest place to keep you. Albeit, that was part of the point, wasn’t it?
“Well, I was just wondering, do you think you could maybe grab me a pill-”
“No,” He wasn’t sure why, but he still felt too suspicious of you to give you anything of that sort just yet.
“Or, could you maybe check to see if I have a fever?” Your sweet hues looked up into his, pleading, and while you couldn’t see his expression crack, he ended up kneeling down in front of you. He raised his hand and set it, oddly gently, onto your forehead. He allowed it to linger, as if he was trying to figure it out himself. You watched him do so, eyes followed his own.
“You don’t seem to have one,” He concluded as his gaze met your own.
Despite the pit in your stomach that grew at the idea, you had the thought to bring him just a little closer by most mischievous means. “Your eyes…. They’ve grown darker, haven’t they? It’s rather… well, intriguing.”
His brows furrowed, what were you planning? “I suppose,” His eyes searched your own for any ill will but found none and instead, he found a longing gaze that brought about temptation in his mind. Temptation that quite frankly, he liked the idea of. His hand shifted from your forehead to your cheek, thumb tracing circles into your skin.
Despite your rouse being a faux sickness, it was slowly becoming true as this plan was turning down a path you never thought it would. But, you would play it to the best of your abilities. Lips parted slightly as your gaze shifted between his eyes and lips, deliberately planting a growing seed in his mind. In a dangerously sweet voice, you mumbled, “Dark.., I, uh…”
He merely nods and began to lean in closer.
Your heart was racing, it felt like lightening was surging under your skin.
Gazes were locked, your grip tightened.
His eyes shut.
And that was his mistake. In a swift movement, the Santa statue made contact with his head. He collapsed, his body fell heavy onto yours and your sat frozen, almost waiting to see if he would move and choke the life out of your for such a stunt.
Yet, there was nothing.
In that moment, you began to feel almost everything at once. You were free. Any ounce of pain that previously held in its grip was relieved by the adrenaline pulsing through you. You stood up and pushed his body off of yours before kneeling down and reaching into his pockets. The first two pockets of his came up with nothing, the third gave you the glorious keys your were hoping for. You were elated! You really won the war and as soon as you get into that car, the tires will go up in flames with how fast you’re going to drive away from this Hell. How fast you’re going to drive away from this demon that took over your dear and lovely Mark. And he wouldn’t be able to find you, you’d make sure of that.
Although, you knew you just had to check in case he was messing with you. Hesitantly, you reached down to feel for his pulse. He was still alive. Good, if Dark wakes up, he’ll probably be pissed and seek you out; you almost laughed at that idea. But if he wakes up and Mark is back, then you’ll find him. You may be lost in the wind once you leave this house but Mark, Mark would stay here. It was a lovely situation for you to be in, you were on top for once. And you weren’t going to blow it.
Quickly, you raced out, unlocked the plentiful locks that decorated the door and ran over to the counter. You searched the drawers and soon found your desired prize; the car keys. Your feet led you to the front door, you tossed the keys that took away your freedom off into the distance; where he hopefully wouldn’t find them. You pulled out the saving grace and unlocked the car, jumped in, and put the petal to the metal. And just like that, you were gone.
You were gone. You were free. This nirvana came over you and you found yourself unable to stop laughing or smiling, it worked! It actually worked! You had your doubts, Hell, you thought you may hit him and he wouldn’t even be hurt, but no, no, you did it! You escaped!
You weren’t sure how long you had been driving but you saw the sun rising over the distance and you had to stop. You pulled over and got out, the sun graced the sky with the all familiar orange, this time though, you felt the soothing rays on your skin. You let out a breath you never realized you were keeping in, your body relaxed and so did your mind. Soon, a soft smile spread across your lips, “I told you I would escape.” Your eyes shut as the feeling of relief flooded over you. The birds sang and a gentle breeze would come every now and again. You could hear the cars in the distance and chuckled to yourself as your orbs opened once more. But now, they had a fierce glimmer to them, “You wanted your game of cat and mouse, Dark? You have it. Try and find me now, you son of a bitch!” Your determined declaration was shouted out into the city and to the desert, with one final look, you hopped into the front seat, blasted the radio and you were back on the road. If he was still going to try and find you, you wished him luck. Because it was not going to be easy- especially without his car.
here’s part eight!! I think this is gonna be the epilogue so thank you again for all the love on this series!! And I also completely forgot to mention it yesterday but thank you all so so so much for 5,600 followers, that’s just insane to even think about, no chance of actually processing it but thank you so much!!! The link
for this is single father!Yoongi (all of
the father related posts are here but single father!yoon specifically is here) this also kinda prequels tattoo artist!Yoongi (here) so if you wanna know more about that side of yoongi and about his shop and shit like that, it’s all in that post!!
You led Yoongi’s daughter into the tattoo shop, looking around in awe. It had been three years since you’d first met Yoongi, two years since you’d move in with him, a year since you’d found you were having a son with him. You had both graduated, both began your careers. Yoongi had finally opened up his tattoo shop, with six artists already on board. His hair color had changed several times throughout the past three years, going from mint green to black to blonde to red, even pink.