#obviously y'all don't have to but yknow. if you'd like.

[fridayyy-13th]

hooooo boy. i've got my Spanish class today, which i feel deeply, woefully underprepared for (first two years of Spanish classes were hindered by the other teacher at my junior high quitting on the first day, leaving my teacher juggling two sets of students alongside a long-term sub, so we only got through half the material that first year, and spent the entire second year playing catch-up. Spanish III, which i took voluntarily, went okay, but Spanish IV, also taken voluntarily, was an AP class i really struggled in. and, bc i took it, i got dropped straight into Intermediate Spanish without a placement test, and i'm two years out of actively learning the language, though i've tried to keep up with what i know. which is definitely less than i should know for an intermediate college class.)

[dearbisexual]

i have perfected my method for "lazy" vegetable fried rice and im going to share it with y'all because it tastes good, takes about 10 mins to make, and actually gets me to eat vegetables!! AND THERES NO CHOPPING INVOLVED, IF YOU SO CHOOSE. it also only dirties one pan, one spatula, and one plate and utensil(s) if you do it right, are you sold yet? idc let's go

ingredients:

leftover rice - hard requirement. im told by the internet it tastes the best if it's been refrigerated. but if you want to use fresh rice thats fine too, but that's an extra step and just know that i won't be listing that as a step below. you can use whatever kind of rice you want, ive been using basmati rice because my sister bought a GIANT bag of it and we've been making it for dinner a lot

vegetables - hard requirement. you can use fresh but 1) that requires chopping which is extra steps and cleanup. dad likes to buy these frozen "mixed vegetables" bags and they cook in the microwave in the bag and ive been using those, theyve got corn, peas, green beans, and carrots. you can obviously choose different frozen vegetables, they sell em in different mixes at the store

soy sauce - hard requirement. i don't have any notes for this one. use whatever kind of soy sauce you prefer

butter - soft requirement. recommended because it tastes good and most ppl have it but if you'd prefer, you can use a vegetable oil of your choice

sesame oil - soft requirement BUT EXTREMELY RECOMMENDED. it tastes so good. i know everyone may not be able to splurge for it or may have a sesame allergy but it's honestly what makes this taste so good for me

one egg - optional. fried rice usually has bits of egg in it like traditionally but i tried it and im not a fan of the added eggy flavor. i like the texture though, i might experiment with tofu in the future

hardware:

medium sized pan

spatula or similar

directions:

preheat your pan on medium heat. if you're using frozen vegetables, i recommend microwaving them for like, 2 mins to soften them up. they don't have to be piping hot, but they cook better if they're not totally frozen.

add about a tablespoon or two of butter to your pan. if you want egg, go ahead and fry your egg in the pan and put it to the side when it's to your liking, to be added back in later. once the veggies are softened, add as much or as little as you'd like to the pan. lightly drizzle in some sesame oil and soy sauce and saute for a few minutes, or until the veggies are hot.

IMPORTANT NOTE: if you add too much sesame oil, (or butter) your rice WILL be too greasy and give you a stomach ache (trust me). less is more here.

anyway, when the veggies are hot and have yknow mingled with the sesame oil and soy sauce, toss in your rice and stir fry. add a little more soy sauce if you think it needs it, but remember that you can always add in soy sauce to taste when you're done. add in your egg if you fried one, chopping it up with the spatula.

finally, once the rice has browned to your liking, slap it on a plate. you can wait for it to cool to dig in but i don't

and that's it! if you make this, you're required to tell me what you think, pretty please.

ALSO this is NOT an "authentic" fried rice recipe and i realize that, this is just something tasty i make for myself to eat vegetables.

ok that's it i love you bye

[miniimapp]

A - Z Fluff (Jesse Edition)

Gen ;; Fluff - Headcanons (??)

Warnings ;; None

Proofread + Edited ;; HA. no

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 12 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! WE'RE OFFICIALLY HALF WAY THEREEEE !!

sorry for the lateness,, literally just forgot to post this one so guess y'all are getting 2 today lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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A = Activities (What kind of things do you do?)

He likes to relax together, maybe with you watching TV and him writing a song about you or completing a puzzle together.. anything with you

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He already has 2 little miracles but he'd love to have more with you

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Jesse is always touching you,, his need to be connected to you is almost chronic. He has a soft spot for hugs from behind,, whether it's him doing it or you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Anything you want,, Jesse is willing to provide. As long as he's with you he savours every second.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are his heart 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Cheesy but probably seeing you interact with his kids,, it might have the first time or the hundredth but seeing you treat them as your own helps his gaze shift into a new light

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Very,, gentle but passionate is how I'd describe Jesse

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He likes to interlock your finger,, watching as he carefully links each one together

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Pretty calmly,, mans has kids after all and children tend to hurt themselves doing the simplest things so Jesse's developed a knack for calm in stressful situations. Pre-kids tho ?? Absolutely freaking out, you'd think he was the one who'd gotten hurt and then some smh

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not really tbh,, Jesse's very secure in himself and your love for each other.. unless he's got reason to believe he should be jealous he won't be..

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Soft and slow,, as if he's trying to savour it.. like he's scared you'll disappear. Your very first kiss was actually initiated by you,, mans was hovering and very obviously wanted to do something so you took initiative and did it for him

L = Love (Who says I love you first?)

Him but by complete accident.. Jesse is extremely cautious about who he dates and brings into his life because it doesn't just affect him,, if things go badly his kids are involved too so he tries to hold off on big milestones until he's sure. But just seeing you with his kids.. literally melting. Mans just blurts out that he loves you the exact same time that he realises it

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

Hmmmm,, there's lots but his fondest is probably when you both took his kids out on a picnic.. he remembers they were so happy and even when you'd left they wouldn't stop talking about you and how cool you are and how you're their favourite ever

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Absolutely splurges on you,, whatever you want he'll get you and if he can he'll make it for you.. there are no bounds so don't be afraid to ask for what you want with Jesse

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Ohhhh Jesse would absolutely put some thought into this,, an absolute art nerd that's very into colour theory and what different colours symbolise

Pink for love, care, tenderness and acceptance.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

All the classics really,, love, darling, sweetheart, sugar.. he'll use babe but never baby,, says it feels weird yknow ??

Q= Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

Jesse is quite the planner for activities so he'll always just enter whatever room you're in, after knocking of course, and ask if you want to whatever activity on whatever day,, it's quite sweet actually

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Sometimes he's feeling the main character mood and wants to sketch by the window, probably you or the kids or you and the kids, or, when he's not, he wants to play board games with the whole family :DD

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

If it's someone else,, Jesse will bring them into his studio and talk with them, whether it's about what's upsetting them or not while he makes them some pottery

If it's him,, Jesse will lock himself in his studio and create until he feels better.. being around people when he's upset is the last thing Jesse wants,, he has trouble relying on people like that

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

His kids, his not-kids (4*TOWN) and his passions,, he also loves to talk about you and your thoughts and feelings,, tell him about you and he'll never stop wanting to learn more

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?). 

Art is Jesse's way of expressing himself and his feelings,, it really helps him wind down if he's feeling stressed.. he doesn't like feeling pent up at all

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

As I've said,, Jesse is the type to wait until he's absolutely sure that a life with you is possible, he has more than his own heart at stake if things go wrong. After a couple of years is when I see Jesse popping the questions,, it could always happen earlier but I think naturally that's how long it would take

The proposal is either meticulously planned out and done with perfection or he accidentally blurts it out before he can get on with his meticulous plan

He'd do in a spot special to both of you, maybe the park you had that picnic with the kids in, and go on this whole speech, whether it's the one he planned or not. Incredibly sweet and loving is our artist boy <3

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

It's All Coming Back to Me Now - Celine Dion (Don't ask questions,, it just is)

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

He copes alright,, of course he'd much rather you be there..

If on tour he calls often to check on on you and his kids if you're taking care of them or just checking in

If other he again calls often to check in you but he's prilly got his kids this time so he's calling just for you <3

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Absolutely wants a hamster like one he had when he was little, but honestly if his kids even so much as looked at any animal he'd happily buy it for them

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

[22degreehalo]

Imagine if aces and aros talked about gay people the way gay people talk about us.

"Don't forget: gay people are totally valid and they are welcome in the AIQ community!!! 😊 Sure, they might not experience aphobia like aces and aros do, but people shouldn't have to prove they're Oppressed Enough[tm] to be included! :)"

"To be honest, hating on gay people makes no sense to me at ALL lmao. Like aphobia I get, but for a straight person to insist that everyone MUST get a partner NO MATTER WHAT, and then throw a fit because it's the wrong kind of partner?! I don't know man, I just think it's only control freaks who could really be bothered, yknow?"

"And after 'Demi-Aces and Demi Gods' we are proud to announce our first ever gay panel! It's called "GG: homosexuality 101" and it'll answer any questions you might have about what it's like to be gay (no, they aren't all polyamorous!) ending with a rousing discussion about the place of the G within the AIQ+ community as a whole. Following that, we have 'Asexual fashion history'..."

"Oh my god I am SO tired of homophobia discourse. Like my guys literally NONE of this matters in the real world. Just log off and interact with your real-world community and touch grass, okay?"

"Um... no offence, but why is talking about gay people so important to you? We're discussing aspec oppression and you're very obviously derailing. :/ like it is just NOT the same thing. If you want to talk about gay issues (like I get that it could feel uncomfy when people expect you to have a different kind of partner than you want) make your own post, please."

"Oh, I get this question a LOT haha! Don't worry, it is SUPER common for young aspecs to invent gay attraction in an attempt to repress their own aspecness! If you ever decide that that's what happening, and you were just dealing with internalised aphobia, it's okay! You're still a valid aro/ace <3'

"But like. How... would 'homophobia' even work lmfao. Like you're being restricted from couples' benefits by?? Being in a couple the wrong way???? Literally nobody is going to throw you out of your home for having a child with your partner. 🙄 So unless you can provide ANY evidence that gay people are oppressed FOR BEING GAY (i.e. lacking m/f attraction AND having same-gender attraction SIMULTANEOUSLY) then uhhh maybe you should stop talking over people who are ACTUALLY oppressed. (No corrective rape doesn't count lmfao that is literally just aphobia.)"

"Welcome to AIQ pride 2023!!! Gays and lesbians are allowed but y'all are on thin fucking ice 🤪 Ugh it's just a joke lmfao. It's not serious. Jesus I wish y'all WERE oppressed sometimes, maybe you'd have an actual sense of humour 💀"

"Ummmm sorry, but can you take down your post? This celebrity is REALLY important to the aspec community and I really don't appreciate you implying he could be gay :/ Like he literally already said he doesn't like girls. What more do you want lmfao he's aroace. Why is it so important for you to erase that and force him into an amatonormative relationship? Creepy 😬"

"Sorry but I'm just not comfortable seeing talk about 'homophobia' on my post. I repressed my aroaceness for a really long time by trying to convince myself I was gay and it was super traumatic for me. But even if I hadn't you should've known how this reblog might come across to any young aspecs struggling to accept themselves."

"DNW: gay/lesbian characters. No offence but they're always boring ass issue fics written by teenagers trying to prove how Progressive they are. It's always so ridiculously forced and ooc. Like who CARES if you're gay anyway lmfao just go to a bar and have Good Allo Sex or something, you ain't special."

"Mmmm personally, I think that 'homo' and 'hetero' are more like modifiers, really...? I mean, what matters most is whether or not you're actually IN a relationship. The kind of relationship itself just doesn't really matter all that much. I mean, that makes sense, right? 'No shirt' is a wayyy bigger difference from 'blue shirt' than 'red shirt.' So personally I think homosexuality is valid but it's not an identity, it's just a modifier for allosexuality. :)"

"...ugh, look, what's probably going on here is there's some kind of confounding variable at work, like gay people are more likely to be younger (since it's a pretty new identity) so of course their overall wellbeing is lower. That's just logic. But it just doesn't make sense for gay people to be oppressed: they have their identity validated by straight people all the time. So unless you can explain how you can be constantly validated, but still oppressed, these numbers mean nothing."

[floralovebot]

i’d love to hear your thoughts about nabu/helia’s dynamic 💔💔

dude,,, WELL fair warning this might get long i'm not sure yet this is all based on vibes but knowing me and how much i can spin about helia it's probably gonna be a feast

,,,

ANYWAY dude i'm obssesed with them. i think what really makes them interesting is how they bonded over helping riven! like,, the funny thing about helia is that you think he'd be the kinda guy to really only get close to people who are like him. maybe it's because he's an artist, maybe it's the pacifist comment, who fucking knows, but you see him and you think "he probably won't get close to people that are very different from him". BUT THEN!! it ends up being the complete opposite!! helia is much closer to riven and timmy than he is sky and brandon who, for all intents and purposes, are much more similar to him in terms of personalities and morals.

and while we didn't get a good handle on nabu, i think he's similar in that regard. which is fucking hilarious!! you'd think they would get really close since they have similar personalities, morals, and even interests. but they're really only friendly to each other because they aren't assholes, not because they're drawn to each other. and they only end up getting close because of riven being a mutual friend and wanting to help him

the way they go about helping riven is also really similar! they help when he asks, but try not to push him too hard. they give emotional advice and prep talks, as well as advice to fix things with musa. and they try to amp him up when their advice doesn't work (which also as much as i love s4 for all the interactions,,, the oocness for all of them really peeves because y'all know damn well helia's great advice wouldn't be Give Her Presents).

i just think it's so cute how they bonded over their shared interest of Must Help Riven!! like they really adore him so much, despite nabu knowing him for like a year at this point and riven being incredibly pissy with helia at first.

and then,,, the out of universe explanation is obviously just rainbow being rainbow but IN UNIVERSE the death scenes and mourning scenes are really interesting with helia? when the specialists are running toward everyone, helia is at the same pace/ahead of the others but when they pan the shot to when everyone is stopped and staring, he's behind the over guys. which means he either stopped before them (probably in shock) or took a step back. AND THEN during the mourning scene, he straight up isn't shown! everyone else is shown being sad except for florelia which is so weird to me??? but if i'm really thinking about in universe reasons, i'm thinking it's because helia is probably used to this, knew it was gonna happen at some point but was just shocked that it happened to the New Guy first, and someone as powerful as nabu for that matter!

i really do think helia knows the risks of being a specialist/hero in a much more realistic way than some of the others (like when sky says he never thought it would happen to them). they're just so used to being the Heroes That Save The Day and only come close to dying but don't actually die. and they're all just so young yknow? they've thought about it, they've been scared because of it, but there's always a hint of "not us though right?". but helia really doesn't have that. however, i don't think he ever expected it to be nabu who went first.

ANYWAY i just think they're so interesting!! and in my head, nabu is still alive so i love thinking about them in the future too. i have sooo many hcs for how they're relationship could've progressed (as well as them + riven) if nabu hadn't died and bro... i am mourning :')

[organic-guacamole]

*inhales slowly*

*shakily exhales*

My thoughts about episode 208:

spoilers below

The recap was funny, and honestly Antoine is short enough to be Napoleon...

get it?

anyways I think I mentioned this before but did Big Red want Ashlyn to fall? or what? because why is he acting like Antoine catching Ashlyn is such a big deal.

"singing and dancing: good"

"breaking and entering: bad"

"but ms Jenn, we didn't break anything"

DID MS JENN REALLY JUST THREATEN SEBBY LIKE THAT-

jeez when is Rini gonna break up? this is too painful to watch.

the writers really just said

✨ palette cleanser ✨

Portwell

the portwell banter is what I live for

Big Red's pathetic "oui oui" is me when my sister asked if I was ok after this episode 🤡

Woohoooo Seb's big moment pressing the space bar🤩 he's so talented 🥰🥰

ooo are we shipping Rico and Big Red now /j

Gina mouthing the lines and managing the choreography gives me such "controlling mom at her kid's dance recital" vibes.

Kaden is so pretty. Now all he needs are lines. Yes, this is a threat to the writers.

"I have no notes" flashback to when they sang stick to the status quo in season 1 and Carlos said that

"The monkeys"

Good ol' Mr Mazzara

HOW IS SEB STILL SO INNOCENT-

he's dating Carlos for crying out loud,you'd think he'd catch on by now.

he's so cute though so keep being you sebby.

again with the Sebastianh

y'all treat him like he's 5😭

why is this like, the first Kourtney and Nini interaction in school-

anyways moral of the story, never trust a guy that won't let you meet his friends, he's either lonely or shady.

you know who *slowly pushes Voldemort behind the curtain*

"what does you know who have to say about this?"

ma'am is this episode 101 again?

"Yo Nini"?

what's next? he says he hung out with a few girls over the summer and- *stagehand runs on stage and whispers in my ear*

oh wrong episode. my bad. you may proceed.

Nini: "it's not a big deal"

that random kid holding a violin in the hall: "this is my time to shine"

"it's not about you, Ricky"

okayyy so, talk to him.

he obviously thinks he did something wrong based on how you're acting rn. Like yeah, he could be happy for you because it's not about him, but the way you're treating him makes it seem like it actually is about him.

He can't read your mind, Nini.

yknow when you show your parents a picture on your phone and they grab it and start scrolling?

Ricky is your parent.

this isn't gonna end well I can already tell....

SON-

DID YOU JUST PULL A SEASON 1 EJ-

ok now sing a billion sorrys

What's this? a classroom? in a show? set? in? highschool????

this is a first.

Gina's snort is so cute I can't

He and Gina are the happiest they've ever been.

Argue with the wall.

"that was just pretend" who are you trying to kid here EJ?

"Did she say something?" HE LOOKS SO HOPEFUL OMG

I'm screaming.

that was too cute, way cuter than any Rini scene imo

anyways

"Cash Caswell"

well at least I have a new name for the devil.

hehe did you see that eyebrow raise when Cash said "pride", anything you wanna say EJ /hj

ok so he "talked to some people", does that mean he slept his way to getting EJ in? or paid?

we may never know👯‍♂️

Gina looks so proud of EJ, we love supportive girlfriends 😌

I mean-

besties, supportive besties... totally.

Ok so my headcanon is that Gina's mom calls her Gigi, and when EJ finds out, they tease eachother with EJ calling Gina "Gigi" and Gina calling EJ "eej"

uhh Ms Jenn? you literally went through 2 guys in 2 weeks, can we take a break?

poor (?) Mr mazzara😔

don't break his heart, please.

not the seblos tension 🥲

#sebdeservesbetter

#sebisthebeastinmymind

#sebisgoingtogetglitter

Please Big Red listening to a podcast instead of listening to Ricky is literally how my old friends treated me🤠

this just in: Big Red is listening to the Sunset Drive podcast and wondering who Larry saperstein is and why he sounds so much like him.

Mailman Biggie is literally perfect

I can see him being so content to just make little kids happy by putting super colourful stickers on their letters before handing it to them or something aw.

ok Ash I love you but how about you don't assume that he's not happy with the test results.

I love how Kourtney's mom in the show is Dara's mom irl

She gave great advice. I love her.

Aww Biggie really likes serving people and it's so sweet to see.

yeah you tell him Kourt!

I totally understand why Howie did what he did but still-

poor Kourtney literally sacrificed everything she stands for concerning relationships to be with him.

Ricky needs serious help-

the test said he has no profitable skills?? what the heck he needs counseling.

the test basically said that he's worthless-

And now he thinks even more that he's nothing without Nini.

The Rini fight-

Does Nini not understand that he's making assumptions because she won't talk to him and explain why she's doing some of the stuff she's doing. obviously she doesn't need to run everything she does past him but still, this stuff relates to him because it's making her distant.

he deserves to know why.

what he said on that video call was strange but she didn't need to make him think she stayed in salt lake just for him to "spare his feelings".

Nini you're obviously not happy with him anymore so please stop dragging him along, only to get upset when he's still around and asking questions about why you're not really with him anymore.

break up with him.

I mean, at least it's all coming out....in the middle of a pizza shop...

Can they sit down and communicate properly? they both are reacting harshly and assuming the other knows why-

JUST TALK.

right so we're back to redlyn after that.

did- did Big Red just say pillow talk-

HELP??

Ask what he wants please Ash.

"the only other thing that makes me happy is you"

AWWWWW OMG

ok so big red is the purest little sweetheart and he's now tied with Gina for my 3rd favourite character. only below EJ and Seb.

Benjamin is so sweet I don't understand.

This is how we know Jennzzara is superior, when the hug feels more meaningful than the kiss with Mike or the dance with Zach.

Mr M really just basically confessed his feelings there-

"you don't get enough credit around here"

I agree. give my man more credit please and thank you.

Couch scene time!!!!!

Gina in sweats is prettier than me at my best- how?

my expectations for the couch scene:

my reality for the couch scene:

NO THEY'RE KILLING ME, I AM DYING IM DECEASED YES, PLEASE HELP, GOD BLESS PORTWELL😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

did they really just jump from portwell to...this?

rewatches the couch scene 5 times ok, now I'm ready

scribbles notes furiously

braces ✍🏽can ✍🏽interlock ✍🏽

look at hsmtmts, being all educational and teaching kids how to kiss🤩

are they actually communicating rn??? this is new-

but I'm not complaining 🍿

See this is what I've been saying, Nini wants to keep Ricky but also be herself, Ricky doesn't even know himself outside of "Ricky and Nini".

He wants the security of being with her, while she wants to be free and take risks.

Sorry y'all but this isn't gonna work rn. He needs more than a relationship. he needs his parents to actually see him and notice that he's not okay.

He needs a lot of help, because now it seems that the only person he had left is leaving him.

Oop there it is... Oh well they had a good run...but it's over.

Here's to the hope that Ricky finds who he is and that Nini thrives doing her thing.🍻

anyways

Why are Kourtney and Howie always alone together? aren't there other workers that can help close up? isn't Howie just a pizza delivery guy???

TELL ME HE DID NOT JUST START SINGING OUT OF NOWHERE-

theatre kids™ 🙄

oo an "Out of the Old" type montage (why were there so many callbacks to season 1 in this episode)

YES SHOOT YOUR SHOT MR M

EJ covering her with the sweatshirt-

don't touch me🥲

I swear if Gina wears it at some point I will cry

yes EJ! you tell him! stick up for yourself!

Ricky crying when Big Red hugs him hurts so bad

it's like it's only now hitting him

and the third wheeling-

why do I feel like he's gonna be 3rd wheeling a lot now-

but if the writers try to have him go back to Gina after this, I will throw a proper fit.

THE PILLOW HUGGING!!!!!!!

the parallels between parts of this episode and episodes in season 1 are so cool- I kept getting deja vu and honestly, seeing how much changed between when it happened in season 1 vs when it happened in this episode, was incredible.

great storytelling technique imo.

this episode was insane and it's hard to believe that the next few episodes could be any better. I honestly wish the season started off as strongly as this because now it's just like from episode 7 onwards we're just being hit with action and drama.

Tumblrs annoying and deleted most of this post so if it doesn't make sense or doesn't flow right, blame Tumblr /hj

[billhaderlovebot]

beep beep (5) - richie tozier.

@ceruleanrainblues @the-star-above-you @a-second-hand-sorrow @shockwavee @socially-unaccepptable-dameron

the usual sexy stuff and swearing and weed. y'all know the drill.

"i've never been... uh... good at the whole, um, serious thing. but, this is us. this is... our wedding. and i put real effort into this shit. so, get ready, fuckers, because this is a real tearjerker. um, yeah. okay..."

you honestly hadn't trusted richie to write his own vows, but neither of you had wanted them to feel... artificial. you wanted them to be your own. and now he was standing before you, holding your hands in his and tearing up already. big softie.

he had also teared up as you walked down the aisle on wobbly legs, mike on your arm.

"we were... we were owed more time, i think." richie lamented. "we should have done this years ago. i should have married you years ago."

---

richie had known, for a long time, that you were the one he would marry.

it was 1993, and the sun was setting over sleepy little derry, giving the quarry an orange-pink glow and bathing you all in its warmth.

you were all pruning up a little, and it wasn't as warm as it was when you'd come down a few hours previously, but summer was coming to an end, and you wanted to make the most of your last couple weeks of freedom with your favourite people in the world.

richie watched as you sat in the shallows, taking a hit of the sizeable joint between your fingers. you exhaled loudly, leaning your head back toward the watercolour sky.

shades of blush pink and peach and apricot illuminated your skin, the low sun setting a warm glow across the water, and oh, god, he was in love.

you laughed, loud and beautifully obnoxious, at something stan had said, passing him the joint and wiggling your legs in the water. your laugh just so happened to be the losers' favourite sound in the whole world, as it was one of those wonderfully infectious laughs you can't help but laugh along with.

richie had always tried to make you laugh in the hopes that you'd like him, but when you did laugh, he found himself falling in love.

eddie watched on in disapproval, sitting cross legged on the bank behind you.

"when you get lung cancer i will laugh and i will spit on your grave." he grumbled, but took the joint anyway when it was passed back around to him, just as enthusiastically as the rest of you. perhaps he was trying to protest in hopes that it would lessen the guilt he would feel later as he frantically sprayed himself with deodorant to get the smell out, and applied the emergency eyedrops he had bought.

ben, bev, bill and mike were in the middle of a very intense game of chicken. beverly had toppled off of mike's shoulders at least twice, but she had pushed bill back into the water more than four times, shrieking with laughter as, arms flailing, he disappeared under the surface of the lake.

"rich! c'mere." you had caught sight of him and held out your arms in his direction, making cute little grabby hand motions toward him. the look of utter joy on your face warmed him from head to toe, and he smiled as he swam over, dodging bill, who had once again been knocked into the lake by bev. ("stop being such a little bitch, billy.")

you came to meet richie halfway, leaving stan and eds to finish the joint and sinking into the water up to your neck. you immediately attached your lips to his, running both of your hands through his hair because you were stoned and everything felt better under your fingertips.

kissing him was like... a whole other plane of existence. you were joined at the lips, joined at the heart. the sun was going down and it was getting cold, and you were both shaking, and he noted the way you tasted of smoke as he kissed the life from you, the water rippling against his chin. you groaned quietly, and richie smiled into the kiss, ignoring everyone else's exasperated groans because ugh they're making out again ew look at them they're so disgustingly in love.

"you're both whores!" stan all but screamed, and you flipped him off, kissing richie all the more enthusiastically.

and richie broke away just to look at you.

the sun, now casting a deep orange-red light behind you, was almost set, and you were beautiful.

the quiet "hi, babe." that tumbled from your lips made him feel as if everything was right with the world, and, then, staring at you, drinking you in, in all your red-eyed, swollen-lipped, soft-grinning glory, like he was seeing colour for the first time, he knew that if he didn't marry you he would probably die.

---

"but now we're here."

richie cleared his throat, his eyes darting around because if he looked directly you he had no chance of keeping it together. "and i have you for the rest of my life. it took a lot for us to get here, too. god knows how we managed to plan all this. thanks, bevvy."

---

eddie was your best man.

obviously.

eddie was your best everything, to be honest, so it was an easy choice while wedding planning. eddie had been the essential third to your group of three ever since you were kids, and he meant so much to richie, and so much to you that you hadn't even had to think about it.

eddie was going to be the best man. that choice was a no-brainer.

all of the other choices, however, were not.

richie and yourself, apparently, were completely incompetent at any sort of planning whatsoever.

you tried, though, you really did.

you got out the big notebook and a pen and richie pulled up pinterest and you had some serious talks about colour schemes and flower arrangements and the like.

well, sort of.

("can we have, like, yknow, like, those worms..."

"worms?"

"like those worms on strings... yeah, those."

"the googly eyes?"

"the eyes.... yeah, and just..."

"hang them?"

"from the ceiling... yeah. "

"richie?"

"yes?"

"i think that's the best idea you've had since i met you.")

but after consuming copious amounts of alcohol, and only having made one useful decision, the two of you decided that you were not in any state to plan your fucking wedding.

("so... s-so if we get- richard, stop trying to take my clothes off- if we get the worms, do you want the pink- rich, i swear- do you want the pink ones or the blue ones...?")

turning off whatever true crime show was playing in the background, you stumbled, leaning against one another, to the bedroom.

"sex?"

"that's the plan."

but any attempt to undress each other only got half way before you were both asleep atop the bedsheets, snoring lightly, an intoxicated tangle of limbs.

the planner notebook you had been using to write down the essentials lay open and abandoned on the coffee table, the only thing in it being one line of richie's chickenscratch handwriting.

it read: set a place for stanley.

---

richie was really, properly crying now, and the only think keeping him from losing his shit was eddie's hand on his shoulder, and your thumb running across his knuckles.

everyone else was crying, too. not a dry eye in the room.

"almost losing you again... so soon after we had found each other... really put shit into perspective for me, yknow? hospitals, um, suck. and i was so pissed... because... fuck, sorry, fuck... i was, uh, pissed, because all i could think was that we were losing time again."

---

(before the sewer fight)

"kiss me." richie's quiet, shaky voice came from behind you, and you whirled around from the suitcase from which you were trying to put together an outfit more suitable for clown killing.

he took you in his arms almost immediately, bending down to kiss you, but the kiss almost scared you.

it was too tense.

there was too strong an edge to the way he held you close, kissing you as if it were the last time.

"what's wrong?" you murmured, centimetres from his lips, your breath ghosting across them.

"i... i don't know if we'll both come out of this." he admitted in hushed agony, kissing you again, slower. "i won't be able to live with myself if something happens to you." richie kissed you again and again, such raw emotion behind each soft crush of lips that he had to swallow the quiet, broken gasps that spilled from you.

"whatever happens," you breathed, running your thumbs along his cheekbones. "i love you."

"show me." he pleaded, red rimmed eyes locking onto yours with such intent that you almost fell over. "please, just-"

"we have to be quick." you said, and he nodded, pulling you into another long, searing kiss. there was a sort of burning desperation to the way his lips moved, now.

richie shifted your shorts down and slid his hands under your thighs, whispering a low "jump" in your ear. your legs wrapped around his waist, and you gasped as your back hit the wall.

"fuck, rich, hurry the fuck up." you mumbled, tilting your head so as to give him better access to the skin of your neck, to which he was already leaving marks.

"okay, baby." and then he was all but tearing off your shirt, immediately exploring the newly exposed skin with his mouth, teeth included. fuck.

"you're such a prick." you hissed.

"and you might just be the most beautiful thing ever to have existed, sweets." said richie, pushing his glasses up his nose and looking at you with dark, dilated, sex-me-up eyes.

"do something about it then." you challenged.

"anything for you, doll."

richie was pushing you so hard against the wall, that you were surprised you didn't go right through the drywall and topple into eddie's room.

you ran your tongue along his bottom lip and he groaned so fucking loud.

"i love you." you whispered the sentiment against his lips, fumbling at his belt buckle.

"i love you more."

---

richie took a moment to compose himself, allowing you to do the same. your eyes drifted about the room. the absence of both yours and richie's families bothered neither of you.

at the front row, the losers and stanley's empty chair, reminded you that they were the only family you'd ever need.

---

"you fucking what?"

"it was an accident!" richie held his hands up in defense, slumping down next to you on the couch.

"richie, do you ever imagine what it would be like if you'd have gotten enough fucking oxygen at birth?" you snapped, raking your hands across your scalp.

"watch it, or no sex." he said.

"i will never have sex with you ever as long as i live unless you uninvite my mother right the fuck now."

"i couldn't say no!" richie was now flapping his hands about in frustration, looking a little like a cartoon character. "she called me up yelling about the divorce and then i told her about the wedding--"

"my life would be so much easier if your dad had just pulled out." you deadpanned.

"--and i didn't know how to tell her she couldn't come--

"we have to change the venue. she's not coming."

"but that's the beach grease was filmed on, babe, there's no way i--"

"richie, if you don't change the venue, i will fucking castrate you in your fucking sleep."

---

it was raining that day, anyway, so a beach wedding wouldn't have been possible. it was okay, though. richie quite liked the little chapel you had picked out, and the coloured light that filtered through the stained glass windows danced across your skin in a way that reminded him so much of quarry sunsets. it was perfect, really.

"we could have had... so much more, yknow? a normal life. but, instead, we grew up in fucking derry... like idiots from some dumb horror book." you laughed at that. so did the losers. you were the only ones who knew what it really meant. "i promise... i'm going to, um, spend every moment of the rest of my life, the rest of however long we have, showing you how much i love you. and i do... love you, that is. every moment of the rest of fucking time, baby, because god knows we've lost enough."

and you kissed him before the priest even said the words, knocking him backwards into eddie.

your first dance was unconventional.

of course.

richie was nervous. he had practiced this dance so many times, with beverly, with eddie, with fucking bill. (that particular endeavour had been a tough nut to crack.) and you pretended you didn't know, for his sake, because he had tried so hard.

his hands shook as he positioned them on your waist where beverly had taught him.

"i can't dance, babe." he snorted.

"i know you can't." you giggled, kissing his cheek.

you held him close to you, blinking back tears as the first chords of billy joel's vienna drifted quietly from the speakers in the corner.

richie lay his head on your shoulder, murmuring the words softly in your ear and pressing light kisses to the soft skin under it.

about halfway through the song, you realised you didn't actually know how to dance either, which was a relief to him. whatever you ended up doing had to have been acceptable, because, once again, everyone was sobbing.

bev cried, mike cried, ben cried, bill cried. eddie shoved almost his entire hand into his mouth to stifle his tears, because there was no way in fuck richie was seeing him cry.

richie would sooner find himself down in the sewers again than admit it, but he could carry a damn tune.

when the song faded to its soft end, the two of you didn't move for several more seconds, eyes gently closed, foreheads together. (admittedly, richie was quite a bit taller than you, and to lean down a fraction.) it seemed almost wrong to open your eyes and join the rest of the world, but the losers' over-enthusistic applause and cheering pulled you both from the trance as they drowned out everyone else.

"you're beautiful." richie whispered, and your eyes snapped open. you had a feeling he wasn't just talking about your dress. eddie, of all people, had helped you pick it out, following you around the wedding dress outlet centres, hissing profanity at the disheveled women who got in his way and muttering furiously about how he'd sterilise the fuck out of whatever you chose to buy.

"you're beautiful." you sniffed, wiping your watery eyes and pulling him down to kiss you softly.

"why are you two like that?" eddie whined when you sat down at the table you'd put them all on. he was only half joking.

"it is their wedding day, eds." bev shrugged, remembering how gross her and ben had been at their own wedding a few months previously.

"what can i say?" you arranged the skirt of your dress comfortably around you before slinging your legs over richie's. "richie's a whore."

the rest of the party was... eventful.

most notably, the losers club's exclusive, very enthusiastic (and frankly quite dangerous) group dance to uptown girl in which your shoe ended up across the room in the wine cooler on the table you dubbed "friends from work" and bill and mike accidentally threw eddie half way across the room at the final chorus.

there was also the matter of richie and yourself insisting on recreating the "come on eileen" dance from the perks of being a wallflower, but then not remembering any of the moves. losers club exclusive group dance part 2 ensued.

eddie's best man speech was a wreck, mainly because he was absolutely bladdered.

("trash-mouth... trash-mouth fuckin tozier got the girl. nobody thought it would ever happen, i mean ever-")

---

(6 months after the wedding.)

"are we gonna pretend we have kids?" you pondered, crumpling the empty juice pouch in your hands and tossing it onto the steady-growing pile in the corner of the living room. "or are we just going to have to own up to the fact we drank twelve boxes of capri suns between us this week?"

a quiet slurping noise came from beside you as richie drained his own capri-sun, throwing it onto the pile with a flourish of his arms.

"i think that they've come to expect this of us." he said, shifting your legs out of his lap and standing up to answer the door.

"alright!" you heard him call down the hallway, as who you assumed was bev began pounding the doorbell aggressively.

and then the door swung open, and you heard a chorus of cheerful greetings and borderline yelling. ah, your best friends.

the losers came over to the tozier residence almost weekly for drunken antics and the spilling of long overdue tea.

"MRS TOZIER!" mike hollered jovially, bill in tow. they'd been seeing more of each other recently. none of you were able to miss how mike looked at bill when bill wasn't looking. it was how beverly and ben looked at one another, and how you looked at richie every morning you woke up to his face, and all throughout the day when he wasn't looking, and even when he was looking.

"MIKEY!" you yelled back with equally as much gusto, stretching your arms out for a hug, which he gladly returned.

"novelty not wore off, yet?" mike asked, gratefully taking the capri sun you offered to him as he settled next to you on the couch. "you've been married long enough, realised you don't love him yet?"

"oh yeah, no, this is purely a marriage of convenience. he's not that ugly, and i get laid like every day, and all i have to do is pick up his socks and share a bed with him."

richie wasn't impressed, storming back into the room in front of bev, ben and eddie.

"hey, um, ok, well, i actually am having a passionate affair with ben, and, ben's fucking hung. so, there."

richie slumped on the other side of you, grabbing you and blowing a raspberry on the side of your neck.

"seriously, bitch?" you whined, but you wrapped your arms around him all the same.

eddie bustled over to the towering pile of capri-sun packets, a plastic refuse bag in hand that you assumed he'd just pulled from his fanny pack.

"you guys are disgusting." he shoved the packets into the bag with unnecessary force. "you fucking deserve each other."

"tell them why we got kicked out of the drive-in theatre last week, rich." you smirked, leaning into your husband's side. he cleared his throat.

"i, uh..."

"tell them." you pressed.

"we saw titanic-" richie started, quietly, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him.

"oh, god." eddie groaned, storming out of the room in search of a recycling bin.

"-and i, uh... was yelling diving scores as they, uh, jumped off the boat."

"for fucks sake, richie." ben sighed. beverly was borderline cackling. mike and bill just looked disappointed.

"it's not my fault!" richie whined. "my beautiful wife was the one who insisted we recreate the sex scenes as they happened. hand on the window and everything."

"the toziers, everyone." eddie came back into the room, sitting on the ground on a beanbag near the coffee table. "you two should never have been allowed near each other."

"ah, but we were." you chimed in. grabbing richie's face and kissing him obnoxiously. "what say we get piss-drunk and, like, play dumb drinking games. for old times sake?" you suggested when you tore yourself from him, your lips separating with a wet pop. "it's been a while."

---

1993

"what's up, fuckers." you threw up a casual peace sign as you descended into bill's smoke-shrouded basement, stumbling slightly down the stairs and sitting between richie and stanley in the circle that the losers had formed.

richie immediately attached his lips to your neck, pulling you into his side.

"hello to you too, trash-mouth." you grinned. richie looked fucking good.

he'd only gone and got his septum pierced the day before, and you were wary at first, but the little silver horseshoe ring that hung between his nostrils now looked amazing, glinting in the low basement lights. richie wore a deep red, oversized, cable-knit sweater that you could have sworn was yours but you'd smoked a huge joint on the way here and weren't too sure. a black beanie sat on his head, a few errant curls poking out by his forehead and around his ears.

"you're hot." you mumbled.

"you're hot." he grinned against your neck, and lifted his head to kiss your lips, his glasses bumping against your nose.

"yo, whores, truth or dare." beverly said, throwing back about half of the bottle in her hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"i fucking hate this game." richie hissed, leaning against your shoulder, sulking.

"truth." you said.

"what's richie's biggest kink?" she leaned forward in the circle, her tongue poking out from between her teeth.

"beverly!" richie was not amused.

"he's really into hair pulling." you sniffed, taking a blunt from between stan's fingers.

"babe!" richie exclaimed. you exhaled in his face.

"is he loud?" bev asked, leaning to take the joint from you.

"BEVERLY!" richie was shouting, now, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"oh, yes. he is." you nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"FUCK!"

"a bit like that, actually."

"this is actual abuse." richie put his head in his hands, edging away from you.

"i love you." you tried, tugging on his sweater and leaning against him.

he had crawled into stanley's lap at this point, curling up like a baby.

"i fucking hate truth or dare." richie sat up and reached for another bottle, allowing you to wrap your arms around him.

---

most of the losers were asleep, curled up in various, not so comfortable looking positions on your couch and beanbags and weird hanging egg chair thingy that you'd insisted on buying.

"where did you come from, babe?" richie sighed, snaking his arms around your waist from behind as you brushed your teeth. "you're fuckin'... perfect."

one thing richie had always remembered, if a little vaguely, was your smell. the smell of sleep and fabric softener and your shampoo. his memory hadn't done it justice, he decided. when he took you in his arms in the chinese restaurant and inhaled deeply as if it were his last breath, filling his lungs with the smell of you and trying to sear into his brain the memory of how you felt inside his arms. because he would forget again, surely.

he hated himself for forgetting you.

"we're married, rich." you pointed out, rinsing your toothbrush and dropping it into the holder. "you're not too bad, yourself."

"i mean it, though." he muttered, pressing the softest of kisses to your jaw. "you're so fuckin'... doll, i, fuck-"

"don't go all shy on me, babe." you teased. "come to bed, yeah? im cold."

he watched as you shuffled off to your shared bedroom, doing that thing you always did when you stretched, making an unnecessary amount of noise. he smiled. that's my baby.

"hey, rich." another voice came from behind him. at the door of the bathroom, small and tentative.

"oh, hey, eds." richie smiled, taking his own toothbrush from the one next to yours, continuing the conversation through the mirror. but there was a somewhat uncomfortable silence in the small room, made worse by the hollow rattling of the toothbrushes.

"i, uh..." eddie shifted his weight, leaning against the doorframe. "i, uh... gotta tell you something, rich."

"knock yourself out, eddie spaghetti."

"im getting a divorce."

"oh, yeah? good, she was a fucking-"

"im with someone. a guy."

"a guy?"

"yeah. his name is, uh, richie, as it happens. well, richard, but, yknow."

"eds-"

"i loved you." eddie blurted. quiet. barely there. "for, uh... so long."

"you-"

"when we were kids. and, and i... you were never out of my head. not for one fucking second. and my mom... god, my fucking mom, she knew. i think she knew. every time you came round she made sure to scrub me a little harder. the soap burned. fuckin, i don't even know, some carbolic shit, or something. but... it was always her, wasn't it? you and her, um, you loved her and you continued to love her for... for fucking ever. and i wanted it to be me, rich."

richie was almost choking on his heart.

"eds, you know i-"

"no, actually, i don't."

"well i-"

"im not... bitter. if that's what you think. because i think the world of her. she's... my best friend, i would do anything for her, rich. and it wouldn't have made sense for you to end up with anyone else.

and im not... pining anymore? this was uh, what i needed. and im with someone, and he loves me, and i love him. so much, i do. and i love... you... and her... "

"eddie, i loved you too, yknow."  richie muttered. the words hung in the air between them like the sword of fuckin' damocles.

"you did?"

"yeah. course i did."

"well, fuck."

"yeah. fuck."

"can i-" eddie held out his arms.

"yeah.",

richie was so used to hugging smaller people that it was natural to rest his chin on eddie's head, enveloping him almost completely. he noted how eddie gripped his shirt a little tighter than was probably necessary.

"you gotta let me meet this guy, yeah?" said richie, muffled against eddie's hair. "you're, like, small and shit. so i gotta make sure he won't break you or something."

"okay, rich." eddie laughed quietly.

when they broke apart, something had changed. there was closure. eddie could go back to his loving boyfriend and richie could go back to his wonderful wife and it was okay. all of it was okay.

it was okay.

---

"g'morning, doll." you had woken up to richie going to town between your legs. which was, um, always a good time.

after he had finished, wiping his lips, wiping you from his lips, he mumbled the term of endearment lowly into your ear, kissing the spot just underneath it, and you almost grabbed his head and pushed him back down there. however, it was cold, and he was warm, so you melted against him, pulling his arm over you.

"hey, baby." you weren't sure if the words had come from you, because you were floating. and half asleep. but they must have done, because richie kissed the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him, if that was possible. "what time is it." you continued, yawning.

"uhh, like, nine." he yawned back.

"ew."

"i know."

"why did you- and not that i'm complaining, because that was great- why did you wake me up, you fucking insane person."

"because they all left, and woke me to tell me they were leaving, and then i was awake, and you weren't, and i was bored, and i wanted to wake you nicely."

"mission fucking accomplished." you sighed, a sleepy grin spreading across your face. "but can we go back to sleep, now?"

"yeah."

"love you, stinky." you mumbled.

"love you more."

[jising-jisang-jisung]

Truth or Dare | Kim Seungmin

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: hi I did this instead of everything else I was supposed to do and I think it's really cute and I love Seungmin and I hope you like it

"Cmon y/n, when will you confess to Seungmin?" Your friend, Kate taunted you again. She has been on your case ever since you filled her in on your little crush. She only knows that you've liked him since freshman year, but really it's been since like 7th grade. "It's senior year, what's the worst that could happen if you confess? You move away in a few months and never have to experience the awkwardness of seeing each other everyday? How awful." You don't laugh at her joke, so Kate takes that as a sign that it's time to change the subject. "Well, yknow how my birthday is in like 2 weeks. My mom is letting me have a party with my friends and she won't even have to be there to supervise. Since I'll be an adult and all!" She emphasizes adult as if being 18 suddenly makes her mature.

"Sounds great, Kate," you rhyme. You're hardly paying attention because something, or rather someone, caught your attention. "I'll see you after class," and then you're off to math while Kate had biology. She definitely noticed how hard you were staring at Seungmin while she was talking with you. Of course, you know nothing of what's to come.

~

"Hey! Felix!"

"What's up, Kate?" Felix was friends with Seungmin and some other boys. He also tended to be seen with Kate. Most people just assumed they were dating, and maybe they were, not even they know for sure.

"I'm having a birthday party next weekend and you and your friends are invited! Especially Seungmin." She adds a wink with the last statement.

"Will Miss y/n be there?"

"Of course. Why do you think I'm specifying for Seungmin?"

"It's so painfully obvious that he likes her so why can't he make a move already?!"

"Y/n is no different," Kate admits. "That's why I have a plan."

~

"H-hey y/n, " Seungmin stutters as he sits in his seat next to you.

"Oh, hi," you manage to reply, blush evident throughout your face.

"Um, did you get number 27 on the homework? I was super confused."

"Yeah, the equation for that one is different than the others because..." you explained the concept to Seungmin while he stared at your face unbeknownst to you. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes. I get it now!" He smiles and you actually die. You caught a glance at his homework to see number 27 done correctly but you were to affected by his smile to put two and two together.

~

All the days seemed to be same, passing by until it was finally Kate's birthday party. Obviously you went super early to help her set up. There was no alcohol allowed since her mom said she would let her throw it all by herself under that one condition, not that Kate would ever underage drink anyway we are good children here.

Kate left to answer the door as you pulled some cookies out of the oven. "Kate! Happy birthday!" You heard Felix's voice ring through the entryway. You weren't surprised she invited him, but then you heard more voices.

"Your house looks really nice."

"Happy birthday, Kate."

"Where should I put this gift?" Your eyes widened. You could recognize that voice anywhere.

"Kate! Can you come here for a moment?" You shouted for her.

"What's up, buttercup? Are the cookies okay?"

"I can't believe you invited Seungmin. Bro, I thought we were cool." You overreacted.

"Chill, y/n, all his friends are here, along with our friends. There's so many people, don't even worry about it." She tries to reassure you.

"Well... do I at least look okay?" You ask shyly.

"Look fine to me." You jump at the boy's voice. "But I suppose I'm not the one you want to look good for."

"Jisung, you scared the crap out of me," Kate smiles as you nearly died of embarrassment. Had he heard your whole conversation?

"No. Only the last part." He answers. It's only then that you realize you asked that out loud. You face palmed with bright red cheeks as more boys filed into the kitchen.

~

"Now that everyone is here, let's get this party started!" Kate announces as she turns on some speakers and blasts some upbeat music. She and Felix dance on the coffee table while everyone else is jumping around on the couches and dancing on the floor. The mess of people was starting to become overwhelming when you felt someone push you from behind. Unluckily, you fell directly into Seungmin's arms.

"Wow. Falling for me this early in the night. I hate to say I'm not surprised, y/n," Seungmin says in a low tone. "I'm just kidding," he quickly adds when he sees your eyes bulging out of your head.

"Oh, yeah. Right! Haha! So sorry I fell into you. There are so many people."

"Since I have you here, wanna dance?" He smiles again. How could anyone say no to his perfect smile?

"I'm sorry what was that?" He looks confused, like a puppy.

"I said yes!" You lie trying to cover up your thoughts that you must've spoken out loud, again. You and Seungmin begin to jump around, laughing. Kate gives you a knowing look which you return with a glare. Little did you know Felix and Seungmin were in the same boat.

~

"What else do you have planned?" Felix asks sounding very rehearsed.

"Hmm. Why don't we play truth or dare?!" Kate suggests. That was not on the schedule you had for the night's events. You knew something bad was going to happen when Kate smiled your way.

Everyone sat criss cross applesauce in a circle and Jisung volunteered to start. "Minho, truth or dare?"

"Dare." The boy responds with a brave look in his eye.

"I dare you to," he pauses, thinking of something good, "do a sexy dance for everyone."

"Pff. Okay." Minho continues to grind on the ground, not minding the looks he's getting at all. In fact, Jisung had to stop him, because it was getting too out of hand too quickly.

"I didn't dare you to strip, MinHOE!"

"Whatever, you know you liked it," he teased back. "Hmm let's see. Kate, truth or dare?"

"Uh, I'll pick truth."

"Do you like Felix?"

She furrows her eyebrows together, looking confused. "Felix and I are dating. So, to clarify, yes I like him very much." Everyone is so lost as to how they hadn't known that the two were official. I mean, y'all obviously could see that they liked each other duh. "Felix, truth or dare?"

"Dare." He adds a wink to Kate.

"I dare you to kiss me." The crowd shouts a bunch of ews and grosses as Felix briefly pecks Kate's lips.

He turns to Seungmin with a devilish look. "Seungmin, truth or dare?"

He must not have been paying attention yeah cuz he was admiring you face again whore because he is completely oblivious to the grin on Felix's face right now. "Why not? Dare."

"I dare you to kiss y/n" Felix sticks his tongue out at Seungmin as everyone turns to look at you. You tried so hard to keep your face from looking like a tomato but you knew it was no use. Seungmin gulped as he stared at you.

"I- I can't." His words made you frown without thinking. "Y/n, should have a say in this too. I can't just kiss her without her consent," he elaborates.

"Fine then," Felix speaks again. "I dare you to go up to Kate's room alone with y/n. Anything you two might do in there is all up to both of your consents." Felix smirks at you and then back to Seungmin. You both kept eye contact as you stood to head to your friend's bedroom. There were lots of hoots and hollers following you two as you made your way up the stairs with faces painted with crimson shades.

~

You both sat on Kate's bed. You face was on fire even more now because he was so close. When I mean close,, like your legs were nearly /touching/. And you can't handle being so /close/ to your big phat crush. However, the feeling seemed somewhat mutual for Seungmin.

"Do you like me?" You squeaked out. It was completely random and Seungmin even flinched slightly at the sound of your voice.

"..." the boy stayed silent and you refused to meet his gaze.

"ohmygosh that was so rude of me to just ask. I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything." You began to get up to walk away when he grabbed your wrist.

"Do you- like me?"

"..." it was your turn to mimick the silence you'd not heard moments earlier.

"Did we both not say anything for the same reason?" You opened your mouth to respond when the door opened, revealing Jeongin.

"I was told to come make sure you two weren't doing anything," he narrows his eyes on Seungmin, "gross." You both sat there like deer in head lights. Jeongin looked at your hand and then back at Seungmin. You hadn't noticed that Seungmin's and your pinkies had been laced until Jeongin's judgy stare pointed it out. "Also, you are both welcome to rejoin the party." The younger boy smiled and walked back down the stairs without a care in the world.

~

"Wow look who's back," Jisung announced. "You two didn't have too much fun did you?"

"Don't be icky!" Jeongin defended you. "They weren't even talking to one another when I walked in. But- they were basically holding hands!"

"Not true! He's lying!" Seungmin shouts back. You laugh, looking down to see that you, in fact still had your pinkies intertwined. You broke away and returned to your seat to continue the game.

"Anyway, it's my turn," Hyunjin claims. "Seungmin, truth or dare?"

"Me already again?" He looks a bit freaked out before taking a breath and choosing, "truth."

"Wrong choice, buddy. Do you like y/n?"

He makes deliberate eye contact with you as he answers the question. "Yes. Y/n, pick truth."

"Truth." Everything was happening so quick, you didn't have time to react to what Seungmin was even saying before you responded.

"Do I have your consent this time?" It took a moment for you to figure out what he meant. When you put together that he was asking if he could kiss you, you shook your head quickly. He wasted no time before softly pressing his lips to yours. They were sweet like honey and warm and soft and you thought you could get lost in the moment forever. That is, until he pulled away. It was much to soon for your liking, until you remembered where you were. You both looked around to see everyone's jaws dropped in shock. You timidly smiled and your friends began to cheer. They were soon followed by Seungmin's friends screaming, Jeongin in particular.

Needless to say, you remember very little of what happened after that moment at the party. All you do know is that your friends set you up and Seungmin's friends set him up and now you two are in love. Senior year sure was going to be interesting.