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TRIGGER WARNINGS : angst, depressing topics, self harm, derogatory terms, talks about sexual harassment, ANGST

Emile POV
I sighed and stood up, the loud bell ringing in my ears. As easy as psychology classes are, the classes and courses are extremely long.

I gathered my books and laptop, shoving them back in my book bag. Then I picked up my textbook and held it in my arms.

Before stepping outside the classroom, I peaked my head out. But the bullies were no where in sight. I have no clue what their names are, but a group of senior football players keep picking on me. They figured out I was gay and now they love to yell obscenities at me and trip me. It's not near as bad as Jackson was so I'll be fine.

When I didn't see them, I stepped outside. This was my last class of the day so I headed home quickly. The sky promised rain which isn't good.

I quickly headed home, leaving campus and walking the rest of the way. I don't have money to pay to ride a bus home. So I'll walk the half hour back to the apartment. I don't have an umbrella I realized as rain stared to pour from the sky.

Eventually I made it home. I pushed open the door to the apartment complex and headed up four flights of stairs. A trail of water followed me. I stepped around the piles of trash and headed down the hallway. It smelled horrible in here.

I grabbed my keys and opened the many locks Remy put on our front door. It makes sense when I think about how scary this apartment is. But it's the closest to my college and the cheapest.

We don't have a lot of money and I'm drowning in student debt. College is way too expensive. I shouldn't have to pay so much for a book I'm only going to use one year and for an education I need to get the job I want.

I opened the door and stepped inside. I locked the door and sighed. Do I take a shower or just change. Usually Remy and I shower together to save on money. But he won't be home for a couple more hours. But we're short on money and even one extra shower could screw us over.

The fear of loosing more money won over. I headed over to the makeshift bedroom. The apartment had one room and a bathroom. So the bed is in the farthest corner from the door. I dug through the dresser and pulled out my only pair of sweatpants, one of Remy's sweatshirts and a new pair of boxers.

I stripped completely and dried myself off with the towel hanging on the bathroom door. I pulled on the clothes and sat down on the bed to brush my hair. The bed was the one thing we splurged on, everything else sucked.

I stared out the window at the rain pouring down. I let my mind wonder before I had to start homework. I wish Remy was here.

But he's working. Right now should be his shift at Hot Topic. Remy works four different jobs. I don't think he should be working so much because I know it stresses him out. He works at Hot Topic, Starbucks, a gas station and as a bartender.

I work at a Barnes and Nobel and basically as a servant for one of my professors. He's not nice, he yells at me a lot, and he's extremely picky. But it's the best paying job between the two of us so I'll put up with it.

This apartment sucks. And with that thought the roof started leaking. I sighed and grabbed a pot and placed it under the leak. No matter what I tried, I couldn't make this apartment feels like home. It's better when Remy's here with me but nothing I do makes it feel better.

Somehow we'll be okay.

~•~

"Hey baby," Remy mumbled, hugging me from behind.

"Hi yourself," I said, moving a bit so I could press a kiss to his cheek. His hair was a little wet from the rain and he seemed tired. Well, more tired than usual.

"What's dinner," He asked, kissing my neck and then burying his face in my hair.

"Canned chicken noodle soup," I sighed, motioning to the small can next to the stove.

"That's okay baby," Remy told me.

I sighed, knowing full well it wasn't. We don't have enough food. We have breakfast and dinner. That's it. We don't have the money to pay for an adequate amount of food. College tuition takes everything.

"Go get changed into lazy clothes," I suggested. Remy doesn't have any more work tonight...and neither do I.

This is a miracle. We can finally spend the night together. I couldn't help but smile to myself slightly. We can cuddle and hang out.

I turned off the stove and split the pot of soup into two bowls. I gave Remy more than me since he needs it more than I do.

Remy walked back over and sat down at the little breakfast bar. I sat the bowl in front of him and sat on the seat next to him. I started eating, extremely hungry.

"Emile you gave me more," Remy said, looking back rand forth between our soup bowls.

"You need more than I do," I told him. "You work so much while I just sit in my classes."

"You work too," He argued.

"But not near as much as you," I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder. "You take care of me and work so much so I don't have to. It's not fair."

"You take care of me too," Remy said, pulling me into his lap. "We take care of each other."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"No I'm sorry," Remy whispered, setting his sunglasses down. "You shouldn't have to live like this. I didn't want you to end up living like me."

"It's kinda inevitable," I sighed. "College just costs too much."

"Why are we the only ones suffering?" Remy asked with an annoyed glare at the picture of our all friends.

"Damien's a millionaire that'a become one of the best lawyers in the country, Logan's famous for discovering an element, and Roman's a broadway star," I said, unable to keep the jealously out of my voice. "I'm a broke college student and your my boyfriend who's struggling to support me."

Remy was silent for a few seconds, seeming to be deep in thought. Then he smiled down at me and gave me a kiss.

"We'll be okay," Remy promised. "We'll get out of this eventually."

~•~

Remy POV
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

Well, I don't hate Emile. He's the only good thing left in my life. I promised him a couple months ago that I'd get us out of this.

Instead I did the opposite. We're still in this shitty apartment. We're hungry but we don't have money for food. Literally everything goes towards Emile's tuition in the hopes that him getting a job will get us out of this job.

Also I lost my job at Starbucks. Apparently I was too grumpy and people didn't like how I treated them. I know I'm not super friendly and I tend to be rude. But I need these jobs.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Emile's stomach growled. I desperately need another job so I can get Emile out of this place. I hate this.

I pushed myself slowly out of the bed, tucking the blanket back around Emile. It's cold since we don't have heat. The floors creaked badly but I managed to grab Emile's laptop and get over to the breakfast bar.

Sighing, I rested my head on the countertop. Then I opened the laptop and started searching for jobs. Before I knew it, angry tears were rolling down my cheeks.

I don't know how to get out of this mess. I don't give a shit about myself but I don't like Emile living like this. I love him so much and to see him suffering just makes it hard to look at him. He's skinnier now and I can see the bags under his eyes and how he's become shakier for some reason. I can't figure the last one out.

The laptop wasn't helping. There's no available jobs. My three jobs won't be enough money to keep an apartment even as crappy as this one.

My tears increased. I'm failing Emile. I just want him to be happy and how can anyone be happy with a life like this.

I gasped as a sharp pain went across my wrist.  I looked down to see that I had dug my fingernails deep into my wrist.  Little beads of blood started to appear.  I pressed my fingernails into my wrist again, desperate for the pain.

"Remy," Emile mumbled, yawning. I quickly turned back around, slamming the laptop shut. Emile sat up on the bed, his hand running over my side of the bed.

I quickly darted back over before he could grab his glasses. I wrapped my arms around him and made him face the wall. Emile made a small noise of surprise.

"Remy what's wrong?" He asked. "You're crying."

"No I'm not," I mumble, burying my face in the back of his head. Emile's hair is so soft and it smells so good. I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.

"Remy," Emile said sternly, turning over. I kept my arm around his waist. "Tell me the truth."

I didn't really know what to say. I'm failing him. Emile must hate me. I'm dragging him down with me. I don't deserve him.

"I got fired," I mumbled shamefully. "I don't have a job at Starbucks anymore. Costumers though I was too rude."

"That's okay," Emile told me, moving his hand to run it through my hair in a soothing way. I couldn't help but relax against him. "It's just a job."

"But it could cost us everything," I cried. "I promised you I'd take care of you. And I failed you. Now you're stuck living like me."

"I don't mind," Emile said, giving me a kiss. "I'd be homeless if it meant being with you. I don't care about money or having a fancy house. Yeah, it sucks, but we have each other. Which I know sounds sappy but whenever I'm here by myself, I hate this place. It doesn't feel like home unless you're here. Remy, you're home to me. I love you and you aren't failing me."

"I love you too," I told him with a smile. "Marry me," I mumbled before I could realize I said it out loud.

"I would," Emile laughed. "But I don't see a ring." He pressed a passionate kiss to my lips.

"You're amazing," I smiled, pressing kisses all over his face.

"One day," I mumbled, pulling Emile even closer to me as much as I could. "One day."

~•~

Emile POV
I hurried back from the coffee shop with the cup of coffee in my hand. I hate working Saturday's but I don't get a choice. Remy and I need money so I'll put up with this job.

Mr. Devitt just texts me in the morning whenever he wants me to work that day. There's two of use secretaries but I've never met the other. And secretaries is just a formality so that the school can sanction it. I'm basically just a servant for him.

The coffee almost split as I tripped slightly while running up the stairs. I pushed open the door to the science building and speed run past other students leaving for the day.

I ran up two more flights of stairs and pushed open the door to the chemistry lab. Mr. Devitt was sitting at his desk while grading papers. His black hair was beginning to grey and a few wrinkled covered his brow. He had grey-blue eyes that always managed to make him look mad. He was marking large F's on each paper while sighing angrily.

"Your coffee sir," I said softly, setting the coffee on his desk.

"You're five minutes late," He chastised. "And what did I say about the mumbling Emile?"

"The coffee shop was extremely crowded," I apologized in a louder voice.

"Excuses, excuses," Mr. Devitt sighed. "I'm docking your pay for being late."

My face fell. Remy won't be happy about this. I'm not happy about this either. This is the third time he's docked my pay this week.

"Clean up the labs from today," He instructed, pulling his wire glasses down to read a paper in tiny font.

I sighed and turned to the large chemistry classroom. I gagged upon realizing they did dissections today. Dissected rats laid on each table. How long have they been laying there?

"How do I dispose of the rats?" I asked, my voice trembling, worried he'd be mad at me for not already knowing.

"Wrap them in one of those bags and then put them in the trash. Then take the trash out, along with all the other bins while your at it." Mr. Devitt told me, pointing at a box in the front of the classroom. "Don't ask again."

I quickly turned away and went over to the box of bags, but I still managed to hear him mumbled 'idiot' under his breath. That's not the worst he's called me at least.  I took a deep breath and then slipped gloves over my hands.

I grabbed one of the rolling trays and set the box on the tray. I started moving from each table to the next, putting the rat in a bag and collecting all the little scalpels.

Leaving all these rats out can't be healthy or safe. I thought the students were supposed to clean all this up. I gagged again upon coming to a rat that had been very brutally torn apart. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the rats.

There was a good forty desks in this room, each with at least two rats in them. I hate this job. There's no way this is sanitary. I'm going to need a shower once I get home, even if Remy isn't home too.

"Hurry up!"  Mr. Devitt snapped.  "I have a long list of things I need you to do today."

"Yes sir,"  I mumbled, pushing the cart over to the sink.  I washed off all the scapulas and put them back in there place. 

My phone dinged multiple times so I pulled off my gloves to check it.  They were all from Remy and I couldn't help but smile upon seeing his name popping up on my phone.

💕Remy🖤 - hey babes

💕Remy🖤 - u at work???

💕Remy🖤 - I just got home

💕Remy🖤 - is mr d-bag being bitchy as usual????

💕Remy🖤 - when u getting home

💕Remy🖤 - i need cuddles from my bb

💕Remy🖤 - i looooovvvvveeeeeee youuuuuuuuu

Me - Yes, I'm at work right now with Mr. Devitt.  I love you too and please lots of cuddles tonight when I get home.  But I have to get back to work so I don't get in trouble.

💕Remy🖤 - fine love ya see ya soon

I couldn't help but smile again.  I slid my phone back into the pocket of my cardigan and slid the gloves back on.  I turned around, forgetting that the tray of dead rats was right behind me.

With a loud crash and then a thud as I smacked fast first against the floor, I tripped over the tray.  The dead rats went flying, one even smacking against the side of my head.  It was a mess now, rat guts everywhere.

"What in the great laws of physics was that?!"  Me. Devitt yelled, standing up from his desk. 

I tried to scramble back up to my feet but I didn't make it in time.  Mr. Devitt marched over angrily and glared at me.  Fear filled me. 

"What did you do you goddamn idiot?"  He yelled, looking at the mess.

"I...I'm sorry sir,"  I said quickly, feeling embarrassed tears in my eyes.  "I didn't mean to.  I just tripped.  I'll clean it up.  I'm sorry."

Mr. Devitt sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.  But then he looked between me and the mess again and the anger returned to his eyes.

"Get out of my classroom,"  He growled angrily.  "I'm docking your pay half of what it is now."

"W-Wait,"  I stuttered.  "Please-"

"Out!"  He yelled, pointing at the door.  He stormed back to his desk and picked up the coffee to take an angry sip.  "Who the fuck puts soy in their coffee?!"  He screamed, slamming the cup down on his desk.

I quickly headed to his desk, pulling bits of rat guts out of my hair and then tossing the gloves in the trash.  I gulped, my heart pounding. 

"Sir, please,"  I begged.  "I can clean it up.  Please don't fire me."

He turned around angrily and grabbed me by the collar.  I couldn't help but let out a little squeak.  There was a lot of anger in his eyes.  I think he has anger issues. 

"You were late, you messed up my coffee order, and then you spilled dead rats across the floor,"  Mr. Devitt seethed.  "But I can't fire you until the semester is over.  Now get out of my classroom right now."

"I can clean up the mess,"  I offered, once he let go of my shirt. 

"Are you fucking retarded or something?!"  Mr. Devitt yelled in my face before slapping me.  I gasped in fear and shock, lifting a hand to my burning cheek.  "I knew you were a fag but I didn't think you were this stupid!"

"That is a horrible word to use,"  I mumbled.  There was anger in me but I didn't dare lash out at the person paying me.  I can't believe he said that.  It's horrible for people to call each other that. 

"Out,"  He said lowly.  I kept my hand to my cheek because of how badly it hurt.

"But-"

Before I knew it, Mr. Devitt picked up the coffee and threw it at me.  I squeaked as the coffee drenched the front of my shirt and cardigan.  Tears started welling in my eyes.  My cheek really hurts, there's rat guts in my hair and now I'm covered in coffee. 

"I don't want dumb crybabies in my classroom,"  Mr. Devitt said, sitting back down at his desk and running a hand through his hair.  "Now go compose yourself and come back here to clean up this mess."

"Yes sir,"  I mumbled, grabbing my bag and leaving.  I stood in the empty hallway for a few seconds, breathing heavily and trying not to burst into tears. 

The only other person in the hallway was one of the janitors.  He was looking at me but upon noticing that I saw him, he turned back to his work.  He probably heard the entire incident. 

I turned and left the building pretty quickly.  I didn't even bother stopping at the bathroom to try and compose myself.  I just wanted to go home.  Mr. Devitt will probably dock my pay again for this. 

I walked the half hour home, getting strange looks from strangers on the sidewalk.  I just continued to cry quietly and walk home with my head down. 

The apartment for once felt like a safe haven.  Remy was here and he'd make me feel better.  But I need an excuse to tell him to explain all this. 

Maybe I could say I tripped on the way home and spilled my coffee.  I desperately shook all the rat chunks out of my hair.  I sighed and started the walk up to our apartment.

I knocked, not feeling like getting all the keys out.  A few seconds later, Remy opened the door.  He smiled, obviously happy to see me but them he frowned. 

He pulled me inside and shut the door, making sure to lock it.  Then he looked at me for a few seconds, taking it all in. 

"What happened?"  He asked.  "Why are you covered in coffee?"

"Just being me clumsy,"  I laughed awkwardly.  "I spilled coffee on myself by accident."

Remy raised an eyebrow in disbelief.  I couldn't see his eyes because of his sunglasses but he didn't look happy now. 

"You're lying,"  He said.  "You wring your hands when you lie."

I looked down at my hands in fear.  Sure enough, I was wringing my hands.  Of course Remy knows my tell for lying. 

"And there's a hand shaped welt on your cheek,"  Remy added, placing his hand against it.  I hissed in pain and jolted away.  "Your face is all blotchy from crying.  Emile what happened."

I tried to smile and laugh it off.  But I couldn't think of any excuse.  I started sobbing heavily, my entire body was shaking. 

Remy quickly took off his sunglasses and pulled me in for a hug.  He pulled me over to the bed and we sat down.  I crawled into his lap, just wanting to be held right now. 

"Mr. Devitt hit me,"  I sobbed.  "He was already mad with me for being late with his coffee and then he made me clean up dissected rats.  But then I tripped over the tray and spilled the rats everywhere and he yelled at me and called me names like the r-word and the f-word for gays and he kept calling me dumb and stupid for messing everything up.  I offered to clean it up but he just kept getting more mad and then when he drank his coffee it was wrong so he was even more mad.  He told me to get out and when I didn't he hit me and threw the coffee at me.  And this has been going on the entire time I've worked for him.  He's a horrible boss and he's so mean and he makes me call him sir and sometimes he tries to grab me because he knows I'm gay and he's single and he often makes remarks about my clothes, my weight, my looks and he likes to dock my pay at the slightest offense and calls me all these horrible names and he's just mean."  I took a deep breath, all the anger pouring out.  "And I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry or be mad and it's the best paying job we have so I told myself to just put up with it."

Remy looked absolutely horrified.  I let out a shaky sob and clutched onto his shirt tightly.  I just cried silently now, too afraid of what Remy was going to say. 

"You're not working there anymore,"  Remy said sternly.  "I don't care if it's more money.  You are quitting that job as soon as possible."

"But we need the money,"  I tired to argue, sitting up to look at him.  "I can put up with it." 

"No,"  Remy said sternly.  "If he's hitting you and calling you names and criticizing you body  and...touching you, I don't want you around him."  He had to force out the word 'touching'. 

I didn't really know what to say.  I sighed and laid my head against Remy's chest, more tears rolling down my cheeks. 

Remy wrapped his arms tightly around me, pressing kisses all over my face and rocking back and forth slightly.  I relaxed into his touch, just happy to be held.

"I'm sorry,"  I whispered.  "For not saying something sooner."

"It's okay baby,"  Remy whispered.  "You're okay."

For a while we just stayed like that.  I calmed down while listening to the thump of Remy's heartbeat.  I'll be okay.

"You should press harassment charges against him,"  Remy said randomly.  A jolt of fear filled me. 

"Remy no,"  I whispered.  "I'll be the one that gets in trouble.  He's a professor and he'll get out of it."

"Do you have any classes with him?"  He asked. 

"No,"  I answered. 

"Then quit the job right now,"  Remy told me.  "And never talk to that creep again."

He turned me around and sat me in his lap and then put the laptop in my lap.  Remy wrapped his arms around my waist and watched as I quit the job.  I sighed and shut the laptop.

"You smell like those animals used for dissection,"  Remy commented.  "You smell like the bio lab from high school."

"Thats the formaldehyde,"  I sighed.

"I don't know what that is,"  Remy said.  But then he stood up and carried me to the bathroom.  "Shower time."

I nodded wordlessly once Remy put me down.  I changed quickly, Remy doing the same.  I turned the shower on, waiting for the warm water to kick in.  I spent a lot of time cleaning the bathroom when we first moved in so it's fairly nice in here.

Remy got in the shower and I followed.  For a while I just worked on getting the horrible smell off myself while Remy bathed.  But then Remy started kissing and sucking on my neck.

"What are you doing?"  I hummed. 

"I was thinking about that creep touching you in way that only I can touch you,"  Remy growled, bitting down on my neck that made me squeak and moan at the same time.  "You're mine.  Not his or anyone else's.  Mine and everyone needs to know that."

I let out little breathy moans as Remy continued to mark up my neck.  He quickly got all the soap off both of us and then pushed me out of the shower. 

Remy then led me to the bed and drew the curtains.  Then he crawled over me and pressed kisses the entire way up to my face. 

"Stay quiet,"  Remy said, grabbing one of my hands and put it over my mouth. 

We have to stay pretty quiet while having sex.  After the first time we did the do in this apartment, our neighbor started directing a bunch of lewd comments at me.  We then discovered these walls are paper thin and then Remy got possessive and mad that he should be the only one to see me like that.  Which is fine because it was utterly embarrassing and I don't want anyone besides Remy hearing me like that. 

Remy pressed a kiss to my forehead and started.  And we all know what happens now.

~magical time skip~

I smiled happily, laying happily in bed while watching Steven Universe.  Remy said we can splurge tonight to make me feel better after the incident with Mr. Devitt this afternoon. 

Remy was trying to figure out how to make pasta.  He went out and bought some spaghetti and sauce, saying we can eat nicely for once.  But I can tell he's struggling.

But I stayed in bed, in just my boxers and Remy's hoodie.  It smelled like him and it was calming.  

"Dinner is finally done,"  Remy declared with a triumphant laugh. 

I turned off the tv and got out of bed.  I walked over to the breakfast bar on unsteady legs, Remy helping me the last bit.  He tends to be rougher when he's mad. 

We ate spaghetti and goofed around, joking and talking about Remy's day at work.  This is nice.  If the rest of my life is like this, I'll be happy.  Maybe not this house, but joking around with Remy made me forget about everything bad from today. 

This is happiness.

~•~

Remy POV
I started down at the little box in pure horror.  This is it Remy.  The one date night of the year.  Emile's about to graduate and then he'll get an actual job.  Things are looking up and there's one thing left to do.

Propose to Emile.  Marry the love of my life.  Well, I guess two things than.

I opened the box and looked at the crappy ring.  I tired to save up to buy Emile something nice since he deserves it.  But I still didn't have enough.

So I ended up with a silver band and a little white diamond on top.  It's not much but I hope Emile likes it.  I hope he says yes. 

I tried to get a little dressed up, even putting on what's left of my makeup.  I was wearing black skinny jeans, my leather jacket and a white t-shirt.  I decided to wear my combat boots today. 

Emile stepped out of the bedroom with a smile and a blush.  I smiled instantly upon seeing him.  He was wearing white jeans, a light blue t-shirt and a coffee brown cardigan. 

We embraced and kiss a few times.  I quickly tucked the little box into my coat pocket before Emile could see. 

"Love you,"  Emile giggled, looking up at me. 

"Love you more,"  I told him.  "You look adorable."

"Not as much as you,"  He respond with a laugh. 

"C'mon, lets go for the walk before the sun sets,"  I said, holding my arm out to him. 

Emile took my arm with an excited grin and then we left.  One once a year dated consist of a romantic walk through the park and then going out to eat at a nicer restaurant.  We have to save up a lot for the restaurant.

I decided to propose in the park, try to make it a little romantic.  Then we can go to the restaurant as fiancés instead of boyfriends. 

We walked the way to the park.  It's much nicer than the one back in our home town.  We are in a college town so we weren't the only people here. 

Large cherry blossom trees were blooming along the walking path.  Pretty flowers were littered along the way.  Spring is beautiful this year. 

I turned towards Emile right as the winds picked up and blew the cherry blossom petals around us.  Emile laughed and blushed, watching the pretty pink petals.

My heart softened while I looked at Emile.  He's just so beautiful.  I love him so much. 

We continued walking down the path and eventually we reached the little foot bridge that crossed the creek.  It was beautiful right here.  Looking down the creek at the setting sun. 

I looked over at Emile and my heart started pounding.  This is the perfect time.  Just ask him.  Just ask him. 

Emile turned to me and I blushed profusely.  He laughed a bit at me and pressed a kiss to my lips.  I took a deep breath and held his hands in mine.

"Emile,"  I started with another deep breath.  "When we met in freshman year, I feel head over heels for you.  I don't know how you did it.  I was always so closed off and rude but somehow you pushed past that and marched your cute little ass into my life.  My heart was really cold because of my mom and slowly you managed to melt it.  With your kindness, your laughter, you happiness, and just how you never gave up on me even when I pushed everything away.  You always manage to make me so happy.  You're so special to me in so many ways.  I'd loose sleep for you and on that note, I want to always fall asleep with you and wake up with you in my arms.  You cross my mind multiple times throughout the  day.  You can make me smile so easily and you always know how to help and pick me up when I break.  I just love you so much.  I can't explain with words how much you mean to me, but you're the one afraid of loosing and the one person I want to keep in my life.  I know life isn't great for us right now but I promised myself that I'd protect you and make you happy.  And this is how I'm going to do it."

Emile was crying when I finished, a happy smile on his face as well.  I got down on one knee and pulled out the little box.  I opened it to show the ring to Emile. 

"Emile Picani?"  I asked.  "Will you marry me."

"Oh my goodness, yes!"  Emile yelled happily, throwing himself in my arms.  "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

I fell backwards into my ass but I didn't mind.  I held Emile happily, giving him multiple passionate kisses.  When we pulled apart, I took the ring out and slid it onto his ring finger. 

Emile smiled happily at it and gave me another kiss before trying to wipe all his tears away.  I helped, gently wiping the happy tears away.  But then we kissed again. 

This is happiness.

~~~~to be continued~~~~