#"I jUsT wAnTeD tO cLaRiFy”

[cloudabserk]

a lot of people write in the tags on my posts like “ohh your armand drawings are so cute but disclaimer i DONT support his heinous crimes” so i just wanted to clarify that i agree with every decision he’s ever made including all of the murder. and i think we should give him a gun and make him president

[criminalamnesia]

ending 2 for tolerate it! this was my original idea for the ending!

I just wanted to clarify that I’m writing these two endings bc of the feedback I’ve received. The first ending is for those who wanted them to reconcile/make amends, and I wanted to give those readers some closure.

this ending is for those who want reader to be happy without him (which was my original idea lol). anyways I know a lot of people didn’t like ending 1 and that’s okay!! but here’s ending two, I hope you like it better :)

[ also, this takes place in between the time that reader leaves simon/price and the last line of part two! ]

part one here, part two here, ending 1 here

your friend graciously let you live with them for a few months while you got back on your feet.

you went to therapy. stopped crying whenever you thought of him or even his name. started taking care of yourself again.

you move out and find this cute little house. it’s small, cozy. you adore it, and your friend helps you move in.

you make it your own with colors and trinkets and pictures. there’s nothing in that house that serves as a reminder of your time with him. you’d gotten rid of all the pictures, all the gifts he’d bought you before things turned sour.

fuck him. he didn’t deserve to see your growth and your happiness. he didn’t deserve anything from you.

you get used to being on your own again. it’s nice. you don’t worry about a man who is halfway across the world. don’t worry about baking a cake for his return or setting up streamers. don’t worry about how damaged he’ll be when he walks through the door.

you’re happy. you love your job, your home, your friends. you treat yourself to coffee every wednesday afternoon, and that’s when you meet him.

you’ve ordered your coffee and are sitting at one of the cafe’s little tables, scrolling on your phone, when a man clears his throat.

you look up, and he’s got the kindest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hi,” he says, and you give a small smile as you click off your phone.

“um, hi?” you say, a little unsure of why he’s speaking to you.

“not to sound weird or anything,” he begins, and you give a small laugh.

“y’know, whenever someone says that, whatever they say next does tend to sound weird.”

he nods, that smile on his lips growing a smidge wider. “right. so, I guess this will be weird then, huh? but I’ve noticed you here every wednesday, and I just wanted to tell you you’re beautiful.”

you blush. you don’t think a man has ever been so straightforward with you, and although you do think it’s kind of weird, you try to just focus on the compliment.

but your guard is up. you don’t know him.

“oh, thank you. that’s sweet,” you reply, and he’s still looking down at you.

“can I sit?” he asks, which takes you by surprise.

“um, sure? I guess?” you say, and it sounds more like a question than a statement, but he’s sliding into the seat across from you.

he introduces himself, and you tell him your name. he says it’s pretty. you’re starting to think he’s coming on too strong.

but as the two of you begin to talk, you start to realize that’s just who he is. he’s a flirt, a flatterer, but it’s good natured.

it’s easy to talk to him. he keeps the conversation going, and he seems generally interested in what you have to say. it’s a stark difference from your last relationship.

but then he tells you he’s military, and your heart nearly stops.

“oh,” you say, a small frown on your lips.

“that an issue?” he says, and his tone is teasing. he doesn’t know— how could he? but your face says it all.

his brows furrow, and he gets serious for the first time since he’d sat across from you. he starts to reach for your hand, but decides against it. again, the two of you don’t know each other, and he’s aware of that.

“I don’t have a good track record with men in the military,” you tell him, trying to lighten the mood. he can tell something’s wrong, but he doesn’t push. he takes the bait, and you’re grateful. it makes you like him even more.

that’s why you end up talking until the place closes. the employees are practically shooing you out as you and the military man apologize profusely.

you’re on the sidewalk now, and he’s smiling at you. you find yourself smiling back.

“d’you mind if I get your number?” he asks.

as much as you enjoyed talking to him, you’re still unsure. you just recovered from everything that happened— are still recovering. you don’t want to rush into anything. so, you shake your head.

“if you’re serious,” you begin, looking up at him. “I’ll see you on another wednesday.”

he nods, a mischievous smile on his face. “im up to the challenge.”

you give a small laugh, then tell him goodnight. you turn and begin to walk towards your car, and you’re smiling like an idiot.

you don’t want to get you hopes up, but that little naive part of you— a part of you you’d thought was dead and gone— is making you. you try to stamp it back down.

next wednesday, you don’t see him, and you’re a little sad about it. you don’t see him the wednesday after that, either.

you don’t see him for a few months, actually. and after a few weeks, you’ve stopped thinking about him.

but then one wednesday, you’re sitting in that coffee shop, and there he is.

he’s wearing a short sleeve shirt, and you can see fresh cuts and scrapes along his arms. he asks if he can sit, and you oblige, gesturing to the seat across from you.

“sorry for disappearing on you,” he says, and you shake your head. he doesn’t owe you anything. you barely know each other.

“that day we talked, i ended up gettin’ deployed a few days later. didn’t have your number, so…” he trails off with a cheeky smile, and you grin as you roll your eyes.

“so im to blame, hm?” you say, and he nods.

“oh, absolutely.” he’s teasing, and you laugh.

“then let’s amend that.” you hand him your phone and he lights up. he taps his number in quickly before handing the phone back to you. you send him a quick ‘hi’ so your number will pop up in his phone.

“didn’t forget about you, though,” he says, and you blush. this man certainly has a way with words. “that’s why im here. glad to see you’re still a creature of habit.”

“is that a bad thing?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“nah, I don’t think so.”

your phone chimes then. it’s one of your friends, asking you if you can come over. you type a quick reply and start to gather your things.

“leavin’ so soon?” he says, and you give a small nod.

“friend emergency.”

he nods. “understood. well, I’ll see you around then, yeah?” he smiling as he pushes himself out of his chair.

“you do have my number now,” you remind him. “we don’t have to wait on chance encounters.”

he hums in agreement. “that’s true, but I prefer face-to-face, y’know? especially since yours is so pretty.”

“you’re a flirt,” you tell him, but you’re blushing, and he chuckles.

“guilty.”

you bid him goodbye and walk towards the exit, your mind instantly shifting gears to your friend. you don’t think about the military man again until he texts you that night.

‘friend okay?’ he types.

‘all good.’ you respond.

he’s typing back for a good minute. the bubble disappears, then reappears.

‘if there are no more friend crises for the foreseeable future, and im not shipped off to fight bad guys, how about a proper date?’

you smile as you read the message.

‘sure.’ you respond, and he sends back a smiley face.

a first date turns into a second, then a third, then a fourth. they’re spread out over a year because of his job, but you don’t find yourself minding that much. he treats you so much differently than the last man did.

he eventually asks you to be his partner, and you say yes. of course you’re a little hesitant— things with your last military man started off good, too. but you feel like it’s different this time. he’s different.

you don’t know it, but every time he’s deployed, he talks his squad’s ear off about you. tells them you’re the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and that you’re so funny. tells them he’s gonna ask you to move in with him.

but he never mentioned your name. maybe he forgot, or maybe he just didn’t want to share that piece of you with them.

“you never shut up about this lover of yours,” simon/price says one day while they’re eating in the mess hall. although they’re not in the same squad, they’re friends, and they happen to be on base at the same time. “no way they’re real.”

your man just grins and holds out his phone, showing off his lockscreen. it’s a picture of you with your head thrown back in laughter. he’d taken it on one of your dates.

simon/price’s face darkens almost imperceptibly before he masks it. that’s you. he hadn’t thought about you in ages, but he knows that’s you in that picture. now everything comes rushing back.

your lover doesn’t notice the other man’s expression shift. he doesn’t realize that the man across from him knows you.

you had told him more about the man who broke your heart, but you’d never mentioned his name. you didn’t want to risk him knowing him.

it’s a good thing you’d never mentioned the name, because if your lover knew, he’d punch him in the jaw.

the conversation eventually shifts away from you, and simon/price is grateful. your man is none the wiser.

when he gets back home, he asks you to move in. you tell him no at first. you’re still a little broken. he understands, and doesn’t hold it against you. he takes it in stride, and you’re grateful.

you don’t know how you got so lucky this time. you don’t know how this man, who was so understanding, so kind, so caring, had practically fallen into your lap. maybe it was karma from your last relationship.

the universe crushed you once, and to make up for it, they dropped this man into your life. whatever it was, you were thankful.

the second time he asks you to move in with him, you say yes. he helps you with everything, and the whole time he’s smiling like an idiot. even when you almost drop a shelf on his toe, or when you argue with him about where to hang a picture.

you two end the night eating take out on the couch and watching trashy tv. he decides right then that he’s going to marry you one day.

a few months after you move in, he tells you he wants you to meet his friends.

you’re nervous, but he reassures you it will all be fine. tells you that they’ll love you. so, you get yourself ready and then he’s helping you into his truck, and your leg is shaking the whole way to the bar.

he puts a comforting hand on your knee. gives you a dazzling smile.

“they’ll love you,” he tells you. you nod.

when you get to the crowded bar, he leads you by the hand inside. you’re towed along behind him, so you don’t see his friends until you’re standing right in front of the booth they occupy.

you scan their faces, and you don’t recognize any of them. you’re thankful— a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders. he introduces you to them, and you fit in easily.

the night is going well until your man mentions simon/price’s name. he couldn’t know, you’d never told him. he was telling the story of how simon/price hadn’t believed him when he was talking about you.

the rest of his friends were laughing, but you were tense. he noticed immediately, shoulder nudging yours as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“you okay?” he murmured, and you nodded.

he could tell you were lying, but he didn’t push it. didn’t even bring it up again until the two of you were home.

“how do you know simon/price?” he asked you as you hung your coat up on the rack. you frowned as you turned to face him.

“he was the one I dated before you. the guy who broke my heart. the one I told you about, remember?”

your man goes silent. he’s looking at you, his fists clenched at his sides. he believes you. there’s not a doubt in his mind, even for a second, that you’re not telling the truth.

“I didn’t want to tell you his name,” you admit, taking a step towards him. “in case you knew him. didn’t want to make things complicated.”

he’s still silent, his eyes trained on you as you slowly approach. an expression you can’t name paints his face.

“I understand if you want to end things,” you tell him, and that gets him moving again. he’s shaking his head. “I don’t want to come between you and your friends.”

“fuck him,” he spits, and he reaches his arms out to you. you step into his embrace and take a shaky breath. “fuckin’ bastard. I showed him a picture of you, and he didn’t say anything. I was gonna invite him tonight, but he’s on assignment, and—” he inhales sharply as his hands rest on your back. “and now im gonna break his fucking jaw.”

you push yourself back, your eyes finding your lover’s. you shake your head. “it’s not worth it. besides, don’t make any enemies within your base. you’ve got enough of those already.”

you can tell he wants to argue, but he doesn’t. he nods after a moment. silence fills the room.

“we don’t run in the same circles, usually,” he tells you, his voice quiet. “known each other since enlistment. got assigned to different squads. kept running into each other, though. kept in touch.”

“you can still—” you begin, but he interrupts.

“no, fuck him. I can’t be his friend when he’s treated you like shit. fucker will be lucky if I don’t blacken his fuckin’ eye.”

you don’t say anything. you pull yourself back towards his chest, and he holds you tight.

you don’t say anything, but your heart swells. this man, the one in your arms, is everything that he wasn’t. he doesn’t tolerate you, he celebrates you. loves you unconditionally. communicates and compromises. doesn’t pull away.

that’s why, when he asks you to marry him a month later, you say yes without thinking. because you don’t need to think.

the ceremony is small. friends and family gather and celebrate the two of you. you laugh and dance and drink the night away with the love of your life by your side.

and you don’t think of the man that broke your heart anymore. don’t give him the time of day, because you’ve moved on to something far greater. you’ve moved on to what you deserve.

a few years down the road, when your husband has finally retired, you’re making your way down the road to meet him at the coffee shop that brought you together.

someone calls your name, and your blood runs cold. you know that voice, and although you haven’t thought about who it belongs to in years, you doubt you’ll ever truly forget it.

he’s calling your name from somewhere behind you. you don’t turn around.

instead, you pull open the door of the coffee shop, step inside, and smile when you see your husband sitting at the same table you’d met him at all those years ago.

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author’s note:

ending 2 is finally here! while writing this, I originally pictured the reader getting with Gaz/johnny; however, I wasn’t sure how that would turn out.

how would they still work with simon/price after knowing everything? how would you go so long without hearing about/meeting gaz/johnny’s squad mates?

I didn’t know, and that’s why I scrapped the idea. You can still picture them, though! but I thought it best to have the love interest someone kinda detached from the 141.

anyways, hope you enjoyed :)

[coolgirlmedia]

The "Israel" mentioned in the Quran is NOT a country

I have been seeing an incredibly misinformed piece of Zionist propaganda going around and just wanted to set the record straight. This image basically says that "The word israel is mentioned 43 times in the Quran" and that "Israel is older than Islam". I just wanted to clarify for the idiots who keep reblogging that shit that the Israel mentioned in the Quran is "Bani Isra'il" which refers to the sons of Jacob or the Jewish people. In NO WAY does the Quran refer to Israel as a country. A very quick google source could teach you guys this. I see people saying that Palestine is not mentioned in the Quran therefore it is not a country. By that (very stupid) logic, Australia is not a country either because the Quran doesn't mention it.

Do not use the Quran to justify your genocide. That's not what it's meant to do.

So no, Israel is not older than my grandma and no it's definitely not older than Islam.

Source: I'm literally Muslim, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bani_Isra%27il

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil,

First of all, I hope this ask sees you well, and that you’re having a good day ^^

I just wanted to clarify something regarding the recent strikes. I heard that, as far as the SAG AFTRA strike is concerned, any online content is considered promotion, and that cosplay content such as photos and videos by independent creators (of series’ both past and present of the studios in question) would be considered crossing the picket line. They had presented an email as proof of this, but the crop of it made it difficult for me to determine the veracity of it. Have you heard anything about this, and if yes, is it true?

Unless you are a SAG-AFTRA member promoting an actual show that you were actually in online, you aren't in violation of any rules. Anyone who tells you otherwise, trying to persuade people not in SAG-AFTRA that they are "crossing a picket line" by putting up cosplay videos or whatever is trolling people and hoping to upset them for their own purposes which are not those of the unions.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Riddle Rosehearts

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 800 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And he just found out that someone was you.

OFF WITH HER HEAD!!! How dare they kidnap you?! His face immediately turns red with anger. Having discovered this at a Housewardens reunion, Kalim is trying to calm him down.

They manage to get him to control himself by saying that if he appears in front of the princess like an angry crazy person it could be worse for you. He shows that he was offended by the "angry crazy person" part, but begins to control his anger.

He, along with Ace, Rook and Epel, form the rescue group. And everything goes more or less as in the original story. The difference is that Riddle asks Ace to stop the ghosts instead of him volunteering to do so. This is because if only one of them can get to you, it will be him!

Like the rule-obsessed person he is , he waits for the right moment to step in and shout, "I OBJECT!" And he still tries to follow the plan of pretending to be in love with the princess for then putting the ring on her finger. But while he does this he ends up looking at you and at that moment all the false words escape him.

“I... can't do this. I can't lie like this.” He straightens up and looks at the princess very seriously. “The truth is: I'm not here for you, princess. I'm here for the person you kidnapped and are forcing to marry you.”

The princess begins to defend herself saying that she didn't kidnap anyone.

“ENOUGH!” His face was starting to turn red and his voice was starting to get rougher. “I'm tired of your delusional excuses. You will stop this wedding and give (Y/N) back to me!” He pulls out the magic pen and a battle ensues.

The other three still manage to join him, but end up losing the battle against the giant Guard. As with the others, the princess goes to them to slap them in the face for their insolence and to petrify them. But when she does it with Riddle... he can still move. Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing.

Her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Riddle's reaction is getting his face red, slightly different from his usual red of anger.

She starts to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you for having someone who loves you so much to the point of doing all that and still being immune to her slap. While she is lamenting, the guard who is in love with her ends up declaring himself and such, and that ending of her discovering that she is also in love is what happens.

After everything, while the others are tidying up and cleaning the Cafeteria, you and Riddle leave the room to talk alone.

“I just wanted to clarify what happened.” He still couldn’t look you in the eyes. “About the things I said.” You ask if it was about that thing about him telling the ghosts to give you back to him and he blushes. “Yes. I apologize. In no way was my intention to suggest that you were my property. That would be completely outrageous. But... I'm also not sure why I said those words specifically. I know there are more polite ways of saying what I intended but...”

“And what did you intend to say?” you ask. And to give him more confidence to tell the truth you add that you were very happy to see him showing up to rescue you. And about what the princess said about why he wasn't petrified by her. You say it in a way that conveys that your feelings could be mutual.

“I don't know about true love.” He says, finally looking at you. “But I know the anguish I felt when I found out what had happened to you. The anger I felt for what they did to you. And the fear I felt of losing you. I don't know if this is true love, but I know I've never felt and probably never will feel something so strong for someone who isn't more than a friend to me.” he takes your hands and takes them to his chest. “I wish I could say for sure that I love you, but that's what I need first: certainty. I've never felt this before and so I don't want to say something so meaningful without certainty.” He looks you in the eyes, with the most tender and sweet look and smile anyone could ever see on him. “But I do adore you.”

If you also declare yourself to him, it will be inevitable that your lips will meet each other.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[hellolollipopthings]

I just wanted to clarify... 😬

[icantopenwaterbottlecaps]

I drew some art for @quidnunc-life's clintasha The Proposal AU! The fic itself is still a WIP, but I'm already obsessed with the little tidbits she's shared with me in chat 💜❤️

This is also technically my first complete clintasha art ahhh, hopefully I'll find the energy to make more someday :D [reblogs are appreciated :")]

[[edit: some people have been asking in reblogs for a link to this fic, so I just wanted to clarify that this fic is an unpublished WIP, gsparkle is still writing it and was privately sharing some tidbits of progress with me. I’m afraid it’ll be a while yet before it’s published, so I drew art of it to tide myself over because I too can’t wait to read it. Sorry y’all, there’s no link/fic to read yet]]

[cupcakeslushie]

Part 12 Un-redeems your Draxum

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Lol I thought it would be funny if Draxum began to make one or two, slow tentative steps to redemption because of Donnie, and he would’ve continued on if not for *spoiler* (the empyrean).

Three’s thoughts kinda bounce around here, so I just wanted to clarify—that’s Venus in the tank at the end. She was originally mutated with the brothers but was so sickly that Draxum spent years keeping her suspended in a coma. Her design is inspired by the IDW Venus. As he got older, Three was forced into replacing the diseased parts of her with his tech. She’s almost more machine than turtle.

[cujokroggo]

So I just wanted to clarify that just because Blitz has exes, and they all hate him, does not mean he was in the wrong for all those relationships. Do people not realize a lot of those people probably abused HIM?

For example Stolas, who manipulated Blitz constantly and coerced him into a deal he didn't consent to. He went to this party out of spite, which he knows they have every year. Who's to say that Blitz' exes aren't abusive to him and are partying, not to "get over trauma" but to get over the fact that Blitz chose better.

We do not know the story of all those relationships. It could be a pretty big chance that Blitz was the one being abused, seeing as Stolas got away with it in regards to the plot.

[genderqueerdykes]

in response to the idea that all nonbinary people are afab i just wanted to clarify that amab and intersex nonbinary people are still nonbinary, still trans, and still queer, regardless of how they act, present, dress, or whether or not they choose to take hormones or not, and should still gain easy access to nonbinary, trans and queer spaces without question.

amab nonbinary, gnc, genderqueer, genderfluid and other gender variant people do not have to be passing as cis women or hyperfemme in order to be given a seat in their own community, amab nonbinary people do not owe you femininity or gender neutrality.

not a single agab "owns" the nonbinary experience and intersex and amab nonbinary people deserve community, and the right to talk about our unique queer experiences. abolish the idea that intersex and amab queer people are "invading" spaces that we rightfully belong to.

[laufire]

seeing this joke around after whatever the hell taylor pulled off last in the nightwing run and I just wanted to clarify that jason was NOT on haly's circus the night of the graysons's deaths. in rhato annual vol. 2 #1 he went to the circus and saw dick perform a night (which is, you know. reasonably for a local boy to do). he thinks about how he was impressed by him, but there's no mention of the deaths which would be. kind of too relevant to omit lol. so it only makes sense that it was a previous night.

[frogchiro]

Hey Kin! I had this idea to share, but I wanted to know if this specific kink was appropriate for your blog! So like… pussy inspections with your fav cod man 😳

Also it’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it. I just wanted to clarify before I sent any further asks with this type of scenario - 💖

My dear Heart. I was waiting for this specific ask my whole writing career and I physically cannot explain how thankful I am

AND I'M GONNA GO WITH PRICE FOR THIS ONE bc I'm still on my dark bullshit and he fits perfectly ;;

Price who is absolutely nasty :(( He's so large, so powerful and strong, he's everything a military Captain should be but underneath all that he's a nasty pervert, extremally possessive and territorial over the resident hacker girl of 141 and isn't afraid to pull rank on anyone, especially you :((

You could describe him like a dragon; large and incredibly dangerous and possessive over his hoard, in this case it's you. Price isn't afraid to grope you out in the open in front of Ghost or Soap or even the insufferable PMCs to assert his dominance and show everyone who exactly is in charge here and who do you belong to.

John loves doing pussy inspections because it gives him a incredible power trip and he gets off on the power he has over you. He's much older than you, has way more experience, he's so so much stronger than you :(( He knows you like it, he knows how you whine and paw at his strong broad chest and shoulders, how you coo over his biceps and how you nuzzle and rub against his sweaty hairy chest after a training session.

And pussy inspections are the biggest form of asserting his dominance over you; a cigar in his mouth as he growls at you to stay still girl as his big rough hands spread you open :(( you can whine and try to squirm all you want, you can even try and close your legs but it's only gonna earn you a smack to your ass. Spreading open your legs and then your slick puffy cunt makes Price growl low in his chest, watching your hole twitch with anticipation, the remnants of the seed he spilled inside you earlier are still there and he grunts in delight that no one seemed to be brave or stupid enough to try and mess with the Captain's property♡

[celestie0]

kickoff updates

helloo!! hope u all are having a lovely week so far

so i just wanted to say that i officially finished ch10 of kickoff n it’s 31 THOUSAND FUCKING WORDS 😃…which is just absolutely bonkers. i really didn’t want to split up this chapter, but i just don’t want to post 31k words in one go, i worry certain parts will get lost in the grand scheme or no chance to process the events in between n i spent a lot of time on this chapter, so i want to give certain scenes a chance to shine on their own n kinda breathe a bit if that makes sense

anyways, bc of those reasons, i’ve decided to split it into three standalone chapters instead:

ch10. a fresh start

ch11. i feel so high school

ch12. how you get the girl

i just wanted to clarify this so that when i post the first part, there’s no confusion as to why the word count is smaller than expected (idek if anyone gives a fuck lol but just in case)

anyways, i’ll just be hard launching these chapters (no set release dates) bc i’ve learned my lesson w that haha, BUT there wont be huge breaks in between each chapter like there was from ch9 to now since i’m already done w them

each part is roughly 10k words each, so they’ll feel like complete chapters tho i be yappin in them ngl i think that’s why the word count is so high 💀 but yea i think this is the right decision

thank you all sm for the patience!!

[goodlucklixie]

Defining Us

Paring:Jisung x Reader

Summary: A cozy night in brings up an unexpected question between Y/N and Jisung, sparking a playful exchange that just might reveal the true nature of their relationship.

Warnings:Fluff, Lighthearted teasing/argument,Minor misunderstanding

Jisung lay sprawled across the couch, his head resting comfortably on Y/N’s shoulder, one arm loosely draped across her waist. They were cozied up under a soft, oversized blanket, sharing warmth as the low hum of a movie played in the background. Jisung’s fingers absentmindedly traced little circles on Y/N’s arm, and he closed his eyes, sighing happily. This was his favorite place to be: right next to her, feeling her close, like the world outside didn’t even exist.

For a while, they sat like that, basking in each other’s warmth, letting the quietness settle around them like a second blanket. But as they sat there, a question began to stir in Y/N’s mind, one she’d been carrying with her for a while now. She had no idea how to bring it up, but tonight, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Hey, Jisung?” she asked softly, turning to look at him.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his eyes still closed, completely at ease.

“What… what are we?” she asked, her voice careful but tinged with curiosity.

Jisung’s eyes popped open, and he lifted his head slightly, giving her a puzzled look. “What do you mean?” He frowned a little, but there was a playful glint in his eye. “Aren’t we… you know… dating?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she let out a small, nervous laugh. “Wait, what? You thought we were dating this whole time?”

Jisung sat up, his frown deepening as his expression turned to one of mock offense. “What do you mean, ‘thought’? I mean, what did you think we were doing?” he asked, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged, her smile turning a little mischievous. “I don’t know… I thought we were, like, really close friends or something. I didn’t know we were, you know, official.”

Jisung gasped dramatically, his hand going to his chest like he’d just been wounded. “Close friends?” he echoed, his tone playful and over-the-top. “Y/N, I practically live at your place! I bring you coffee every morning, I cuddle you every time we hang out — you thought that was just friendship?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, and she gently nudged his shoulder. “I mean, you never actually said we were dating, so how was I supposed to know?”

Jisung stared at her, his mouth falling open as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? Do I need to write it out in a contract or something?” he teased, rolling his eyes.

Y/N raised her hands in defense, stifling a grin. “Hey, I just wanted to clarify! I mean, maybe some people like to cuddle their friends. I didn’t want to assume anything!”

He shook his head, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Unbelievable. Here I was, thinking I was the best boyfriend ever, and you didn’t even know we were dating.” He glanced at her, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. “What kind of ‘friend’ does all this?”

She laughed again, leaning into his side. “I mean… you do have a point.”

Jisung playfully pouted, looking at her like he’d been betrayed. “I think you owe me an apology for leading me on,” he said, pretending to be hurt. “All this time, I thought you were my girlfriend.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, nudging him again. “Oh, come on, don’t be so dramatic,” she teased, laughing as she saw his pout deepen.

“No, no,” he continued, leaning away and putting on an exaggerated frown. “I can’t believe you thought I was just some friend. Do friends do… this?” And with that, he reached out and started tickling her sides, making her burst into laughter as she tried to squirm away.

“Jisung, stop!” she cried between giggles, trying to push his hands away. But he just grinned, relentless in his attack, leaning in closer as he kept tickling her, laughter filling the room.

“Oh no, you don’t get to just friend-zone me like that!” he said, still grinning as she wriggled beneath his touch. “You’re going to have to admit that you like me.”

“Okay, okay!” she gasped, breathless from laughing. “Fine! You’re not just a friend!”

He finally stopped tickling her, looking down at her with a satisfied smile. “That’s more like it,” he said, his voice softening as his eyes met hers. They stayed like that, both of them catching their breath, the laughter fading as the playful energy turned into something more tender.

Jisung’s expression softened, and he lifted a hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb lingering against her cheek. “So… now that we’re on the same page,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “can I kiss you? You know, just to make it extra official?”

Y/N’s cheeks turned a shade darker, and she nodded, her heart racing as she felt him lean in closer. Slowly, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a gentle, warm kiss. It was soft, lingering, and filled with a quiet sweetness, as if he wanted to make up for all the moments they’d left unspoken.

When they finally pulled back, Jisung let out a satisfied sigh, a playful glint in his eye. “There,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “Now, if you ever doubt it again, just remember this moment.”

She smiled, wrapping her arms around him as she snuggled into his embrace. “Okay, okay. I think I’ll remember now.”

He laughed, pulling her close again, his voice soft as he whispered, “Good, because I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

[neil-gaiman]

okay so I know this seems pedantic but I just wanted to clarify something if possible. season 2 is a bridge to the unwritten sequel, to get us to where it can begin. it is not plot-wise, any part of the unwritten sequel? like shared characters and such obviously but the unwritten sequel is solely season 3?

Yes. Although you can assume that most of the characters and places in Season 1 we didn't meet in the book were there to set up for the unwritten sequel.

[normalguy97]

Does nikita have down syndrome but he just grew up and it went away? Not to sound offensive but in his baby pictures he looks kind of down syndrome so i just wanted to clarify