#i'm not spending $30 to ruin two pairs of pants

[the-everqueen]

i asked the tailor to take 5'' off the legs of two pairs of trousers, and ngl, i was kind of hoping when i tried them on they'd be Too Short. instead they just hit the floor, as trousers are supposed to.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 2.5/5

Book Blurb: #1 New York Times bestselling author Tessa Bailey delivers a sexy, hilarious standalone holiday rom-com about the adult children of two former rock stars who team up to convince their estranged mothers to play a Christmas Eve concert…

Melody Gallard may be the daughter of music royalty, but her world is far from glamorous. She spends her days restoring old books and avoiding the limelight (one awkward tabloid photo was enough, thanks). But when a producer offers her a lot of money to reunite her mother’s band on live tv, Mel begins to wonder if it’s time to rattle the cage, shake up her quiet life… and see him again. The only other person who could wrangle the rock and roll divas.

Beat Dawkins, the lead singer’s son, is Melody’s opposite—the camera loves him, he could charm the pants off anyone, and his mom is not a potential cult leader. Still, they might have been best friends if not for the legendary feud that broke up the band. When they met as teenagers, Mel felt an instant spark, but it’s nothing compared to the wild, intense attraction that builds as they embark on a madcap mission to convince their mothers to perform one last show. 

While dealing with rock star shenanigans, a 24-hour film crew, brawling Santas, and mobs of adoring fans, Mel starts to step out of her comfort zone. With Beat by her side, cheering her on, she’s never felt so understood. But Christmas Eve is fast approaching, and a decades-old scandal is poised to wreck everything—the Steel Birds reunion, their relationships with their mothers, and their newfound love. 

Review:

Two children of former rock stars have to team up to convince their estranged moms to play a Christmas Eve concert but might find love along the way. Melody Gallard and Beat Dawkins are the children of the infamous rock band known as Steel Birds, their moms were music royalty until the huge mysterious band breakup, and ever since then their moms have hated each other. Melody and Beat met only one time when they were sixteen for five minutes, but that one hug, that one meeting was seared into their brains and now 16 years later when they are both 30, they are about to meet again. Beat is being blackmailed, and has been blackmailed for the past 5 years and the price just keeps getting higher and now he's running out of money, he hasn't told anyone and if the secret gets out it could ruin his mom and his family's lives and reputations and thats not something he's willing to risk, but the only way to come up with the money this time around is if he accepts a tv producer's deal that he and Melody are filmed on their journey to getting their moms to reunite the band for a Christmas Eve concert. From the moment Melody and Beat meet again it's instant attraction, it's more than their 16 year old selves could believe, but Beat has a secret that he's afraid will ruin this friendship and potential relationship with Melody, he only likes being edged and only finishes alone, he doesn't feel comfortable enough to give himself to someone fully and prefers to just be edged. Yet being constantly surrounded by Melody is not helping at all because he's become obsessed with her and now he'll have to ask if he's ready to finally give himself fully over to someone, to let someone in and to trust them, with all of his secrets. Can these two find a way to get their mom's back together, save Beat, and work out the relationship between each other? This one was a lot if I'm going to be honest, it laid in THICK with the whole "Beat and Melody" are a pair, they are two parts of one whole rockstar kids vibe. Then there was the insta love (which can be great at times), the communication issues, and it felt a bit cringey at times and not enough of a cute Christmas read despite it being set during the festive time, it really did not read as a Christmas romance. Overall it was just a bit much for me personally, but if you like rockstar children romances mixed in with reality tv show vibes then give this one a go, maybe it'll be right for you.

*Thanks Netgalley and Avon and Harper Voyager, Avon for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[nathank77]

6/9/24

6:53 p.m

People may wonder why I went through the attic to grab like 6 pairs of skinny jeans and one pair of volcom shorts. And I was looking for my size 32 volcom swim shorts they are plain black like the ones pictured below (but those are fox) but i couldn't find them. Well it's cause I'm poor. That's the reason I dug through a mess of dust and got dry mouth and am suffering a slight depression bc of seeing the state my stuff was in. I got a lot of those pants from savers. I think most of them but the DC ones someone got me for Christmas. I think my aunt. And the levis.

Either way, it's bc I'm poor and I prob spent 100$ or more on the collection of pants. Although that's not a lot when some jeans can cost 60$ and I mean I could replace them at savers. Two pairs of those Levi I bought from Macy's I think for like 30$ each at least... and the American eagle and bullhead were from savers. The bullhead dillions aren't being made anymore which is why they are one of a kind. So actually adding this together between the levis and the bullhead, volcom regular shorts and the American eagle it's about 90-100$ in pants..

That's why I didn't just buy new ones, throw in the fact that I don't know what's going on with my thyroid. Am I Hypo? Or is 180 my true size on this diet? Am I going to stay in size 32 or am I going to go back to 36-38? It's a lot to gamble spending money on stuff when you're poor and your size is Questionable. Some people spend their whole life being thin. Never fluctuating. Some people stay like 180-200 their whole life and they don't have to worry about what if I buy these in small and can only wear them for 6 months?

That's what I have to worry about. Cause I've never been consistently one weight. I've always fluctuated between like 175-200, that range is enough to make clothes shopping a disaster when you're losing weight and gaining weight due to treating your thyroid.

The volcom swim shorts are plain black and nothing special but they were special to me bc I wore than at my skinniest... and I wanted to find them so badly but I can't, I know they are somewhere up there but where? And how bad does my allergies have to get to go up there to get them? It's not worth it. At least I got my skinny jeans ranging from 34 waist to 31... I had 36s already down here and I have a pair of 38s that are and were like garbage bags... I got to get a pair of those in skinny jeans so I can at least have something I'd wear if that happens again....

Anyways I decided to shop around for swim shorts in 32 cause if I'm being real the volcom ones were plain and I could find something much nicer. So I did, these camo fox ones I LOVE. But they are fucking 60$..... this is why I keep fat clothes, skinny clothes and medium clothes in the attic and why it's so depressing that all my shit got ruined. Cause I'll always be a fluctuatiator.... I mean even if I am going Hypo and go into remission 2/3 people go hyper again.

Even if I'm the 1/3 of people I mean if I ever find a girlfriend and a family and she likes to cook. She will fatten me up. My diet at the moment if I stay normal for my thyroid I will stay at whatever my true weight is. My thyroid throws me through a loop. And it's true if I find a girl and a family, a dad bod will likely become a thing even if I stay in remission... just one meal at 1000 calories can make me get up to 200 pounds lol

So yea this is why this poor person dug through the attic. I fucking love these camo swim shorts but for fucking 60$ in a size 32 which could be a couple month thing a couple years max.... that's the sad part... it's like yea I want them if money was no issue I'd buy them but I fluctuate a lot. Also I prob won't find a girl but I could be hyper.. I doubt it but that's the problem with my thyroid.

Beyond that- I bought XL Under Armour boxer briefs that felt a little tight just a little. I spent like 130$ on them. Then I bought 2XL Under Armour boxer briefs another 130$. They were so comfy and then they turned into boxers instead of briefs bc of weight loss and the XL are still a little tight but not really. Just not as comfy in the waist. So this is why I don't want to buy clothes until I stay normal with my thyroid and find my true size and then stay there for a while.

Not to mention I got to buy that frame for my masters of science cause I want to hang it up. And cbd costs an arm and a leg... so I mean money is tight.

I'd buy these in 32, but am I going to be a 32 for long? Will I get thinner? I mean I have 4 pairs of swim shorts, 38, 36, 34, and 34s... variety of sizes for a reason. It may be 38, 36, 36, 34. But yea the black ones I won't buy but I'm trying to remind myself the volcom ones in the attic are basically the same as these and although I want them and replacing them would cost me 60$ I mean, I could find a better pair. One of kind ones.... despite not having the funds to pay for them:

[skzdreams]

Surprise Visit | HyunBang x FemReader

pairings: hyunbang (hyunjin and bang chan) x femreader.

warnings: cursing, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex in real life please!), semi public sexual activity, slight brat taming, voyeurism.

summary: you get a little needy while being while being a guest on chans room.

word count: 2.3k

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Chan had announced that you guys were dating recently and STAY seemed to be so happy for the two of you so he thought it would be a great idea to bring you on an episode of Channie's Room. You thought that was a great idea. The idea of chillin with Chan in the studio, listening to music, having fun and chatting with STAY, would be a good way to spend your Saturday night.

Chan usually does his live room in the wee hours of the morning, powering off of barely 4 hours of sleep. But this time, since you were his guest for this episode, he started the live around 9.PM because he knew that after about 11:00 you can barely keep your eyes open.

He started the live stream and it was so much fun! Way more fun than you expected. He played lots of fun songs, you and him laughed at cute comments STAYs left and overall just hung out and had a great time. He'd been live for about 30 minutes, so you knew the live was far from over.

Chan began going on a cute little rant about how much he loves and cares about STAY and how much he appreciated them, and something about seeing him be so happy and proud of his fans did something to you. You just stared at your boyfriend with love filled eyes and a small smile on your face as he went on and on.

After he wrapped up his sappy speech, he decided he would spoil a bit of tracks he and the rest of 3RACHA had been working on. You were having fun but you could feel yourself getting tired, and most of all needy.

You loved how much fun you were having with Chan and STAY, but the longer and longer the live went on, the hornier and hornier you became. Chan can always tell when you're needy for him by certain small actions that you do, and only he can pick up on them. You ALWAYS rub your toes together, squirm in your seat, and if he's close, tug ever so gently on the arm of Chan's shirt. You were doing it all. Chan picked up on what was happening to you right away.

Chan has been on live now for about an hour and a half so it wouldn't be strange to end the live there. "One more song guys…and then I'm going to have to say bye-byee!!!" One more song. You couldn't wait for one more song. You began squirming uncontrollably on the black couch that sat against the back wall of the studio. Chan's office chair halfway covered your body so hopefully STAY couldn't see how bad you actually are.

Chan turned around and shot you a look that was very familiar. It was a warning for you to stop. If people caught on, it could get both you, and him in big trouble. It would be completely inappropriate and unprofessional to be caught trying to find friction between your legs and dry hump your way to cumming on a fucking live stream with over 100,000 people watching. It could ruin Chan's career. You knew this but you just couldn't stop. It felt way too amazing.

Chan sitting right there with his strong arms flexing trying not to let out grunts at the sight of you in the viewfinder of his camera. That sight alone drove you insane. You let out a whimper that wasn't loud, but loud enough to be heard. Chan quickly told STAY, 'I'm so sorry STAY I have to go right now something very important came up, I'm so so sorry, I promise I will make it up to you. Bye everyone." He quickly turned the camera off.

Without even saying a word, he was towering over you within seconds. You couldn't help but take in his handsomeness. His perfect face looking down at you, topped with a smirk that drove you absolutely insane. Still not talking he slipped his hand in your pants in a matter of seconds. You were so soaked. Chan let out a loud moan as he glided his finger up and down your wet slit.

He finally spoke. "You could have gotten us into a lot of trouble. I know you wanted me, baby, but you have to be patient okay? We can't do reckless things like that. We have to stop, breathe and think carefully first, alright baby?"

You nodded your head slowly, looking at the ground in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry but you looked so good and I couldn't-" You whined quietly before Chan cut you off.

"Shhh baby it's okay. I'm not mad. You looked so cute trying any possible way to make yourself feel good. I love seeing you like that."

He pulled his hand away from your pants and sat down next to you on the couch and looked into your eyes for a few seconds before leaning in and kissed you. He placed one of his hands on the back of your neck while the other rested gently on your thigh.

His lips felt incredibly soft and tasted like the new cherry chapstick he bought recently. You never wanted this to end. You didn't want your lips to pull apart from his at all, you wanted to stay just like this forever.

Chan pulled away from your lips which made you whine.

"Let's go home baby. If we get caught in here, I don't even know what could happen to me." It's a serious thing but he laughed a little bit so that eased your nerves.

When you guys arrived at his apartment, Changbin and Han weren't home yet. Chan suspected they were out eating with some of the other members. Hyunjin hasn't been feeling like going out a lot recently unless it was for work so he was sound asleep with his body sprawled all over the couch and he was snoring so loud to the point where it was over powering the TV that was playing reruns of random dramas.

Chan opened the door to his bedroom. You took off your shoes and pants so you could be more comfortable in his bed. You laid down and could feel your entire body loosen up. Every time you lay on your boyfriend’s bed, your body automatically relaxes and reaches maximum comfort.

Chan took off his shirt and pants so the only thing left were his boxers. This is how he always sleeps but this time, it awoke something in you. Seeing his defined body in the dim lights of his room, you just couldn’t control yourself. His abs, his arms, his legs, the bulge of his huge cock trying its hardest to push its way through the fabric of his underwear.

He climbed into bed with you. He immediately started kissing your neck. It felt like electricity was shocking through your body every time his soft lips touched the smooth skin of your warm neck. He adjusted himself to be on top of you so he could get better access to both sides of your neck.

His kisses became more passionate and intense. He took one of his hands and slowly started lifting up your shirt. Luckily for him, you weren't wearing a bra so he just squeezed and tugged at your nipples and tits with ease. You yelled out in pleasure at that sensational feeling.

“Shh you could wake up Hyunjin. We have to be quiet. Unless you want to get caught.”

The idea of getting caught turned you on a bit but you were not gonna let Chan know that. You reached one of your hands down and rubbed the palm of your hand on his aching bulge. He let out a muffled whimper and thrusted his hips into your hands, trying his hardest not to just pull his cock out and rail into you.

He leaned down a bit to pull your panties down. You both were way too worked up for any more foreplay. You needed each other now. He pulled his boxers down and squeezed his way into your pussy. It all happened in a matter of his seconds.

“FUCK” you both shouted loudly at the same time. He stopped moving in you just to see if he heard movement from the living room in worries that hyunjin might have heard you and woke up. You both still heard him snoring so Chan began moving again, picking up his pace after every thrust.

You knew you had to be quiet but you just could not. You were moaning so loud, his dick going in and out of you so fast like that, god it was all just too much.

“Baby jesus, fuck, you have to be q-quiet, o-oh god.” He was struggling to get his words out. You felt way too good with your pussy clenching on his cock like this. At this point, you were practically screaming, because even though Chan wanted you to be quiet, he just would not fucking slow down. It's like he wanted you guys to get caught.

Chan just kept fucking into you faster and faster. All of the sudden, you both heard a moan, but it wasn't yours, and it wasn't Chan's. Both of you looked at each other in confusion then turned to look at the door and it was wide open.

Hyunjin stood there with his cock just barely out of his pants, stroking his dick that was leaking with so much precum that it was dripping to the floor.

You and chan just stared at him in awe, you could not believe what you were seeing. When did he wake up? Why the hell did he open the door? Of course he knew what was going on, you and Chan were being so loud. Why didn't he just move on about his day?

You never thought of Hyunjin as anything more than just a friend of your boyfriend. You and Hyunjin don't talk often but when you do he's really sweet. You never thought he was attracted to you this way.

"I'm…sorry. She just sounded so cute screaming for you like that. I just couldn't help myself." Even when he was admitting that to you, his hands hadn't stopped. He was still touching himself, legs quivering.

Chan finally spoke. "I see. Well, do you want to fuck y/n? Is that what this is about? You wish you were in my place right now?"

Hyunjin stopped moving his hand. He began looking down in embarrassment. "Yes. I want to fuck her. I want her to scream like that for me. It takes everything in me not to steal her away for just a few moments behind your back."

Chan looked at him for a few moments before he got off the bed and stood up.

"Okay then. Fuck her. And I'll just sit right here and watch."

You could not believe what was happening. Of course you've always fantasized about fucking someone else in front of your boyfriend but you never thought Chan would actually allow it.

"Is that okay with you baby?"

"Yes it's very very okay with me. Come here Jinnie. How come you're only just now telling us you've been feeling this way?"

He crawled in your boyfriend's bed with you. His breathing started to pick up. And his dick was getting harder and harder leaking with more precum by the second.

You laid back down allowing him to mount on top of you. He was already whining and you haven't even started touching him yet.

You reached down and pumped his hard dick in your hand. He let out a loud moan. Since Chan had already been fucking you all this time. He did not need to prep you.

"Fuck me Hyunjin. I want you. Please.

You guided him into you with your hand. His dick was a bit shorter than Chan's but it wider so you weren't so used to the stretch he was giving you. Your breath hitched to the unfamiliar feeling of him.

One thing you've learned about Hyunjin from these past few moments is that he's VERY vocal in bed. He yells, moans, grunts, screams and he doesn't give a fuck who's listening.

He was already a moaning mess, trembling over you, already so close to cumming and he only just now started fucking you.

You felt so good he just had to go faster. He started railing you so fast all of the sudden. His cock was hitting you in all the right places and you were loving every second of it.

You dug your nails into his back as he thrusted into you. It felt so good you couldn't even make any noise. You just laid there, taking him with you mouth agape because the feeling was just too much.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum y/n please please please ugh oh my god" He was practically screaming the words at you.

You looked over at Chan and he seemed to be loving seeing his best friend fuck his girlfriend. He was enjoying himself so much. So you knew for sure anything you wanted, you get right now.

"Of course you can cum. But, can you and Chan please cum all over my body together. Please?"

Hyunjin and Chan both bolted from their places almost immediately. You guessed you underestimated how close they both were because they got up and immediately came on you.

Chan came on your tits while Hyunjin did on your pussy. You are all worn out and tired and Changbin and Han could be coming home any second. Chan and Hyunjin quickly got up and put their clothes back on.

"Please go get y/n a damp, warm towel from the bathroom please." Chan said to Hyunjin. Hyunjin headed to the bathroom as Chan leaned down to kiss your lips one last time before you fell asleep.

Right before you fell asleep, you felt a warm cloth cleaning up all of Hyunjin and Chan's cum off your body.

You drifted off to sleep exhausted from all the fun you just had.

[i-arch-my-backula]

Could I please order a number 5 with Thomas, extra smooches? I just love the thought of a smol s/o beating the shit out of someone for this huge mountain of a man-

 Of course, I would fight most anyone for these men and I am always down to give Tommy boy more loving. I guess he’s a fan favorite right now. So I'm gonna make Thomas younger. In the movie I think he's 30 but I'm gonna make him 19 which puts this in the 50's. I'm setting this back in time because some other guys in town would be making fun of him and you'd be the one to stand up for him. I hope that makes sense. Anyway here's a protective reader and loves of kisses after for you my dear friend.

Warnings: Violence, strong language, blood

Thomas had the day off and you knew you wanted to spend it with him. You two became friends as kids and started dating when you were 15. Your parents never approved of you loving him on account of his facial deformities and the fact everyone thinks he's a bit slow. The boy just can't talk, doesn't mean he isn't smart. You packed up some food for the two of you and took him out to this lovely little park no one usually goes to. Thomas doesn't like being around a lot of people and you don't push it. The most you'll do is take him into town for a little bit while you run into a store.

You set up a blanket, put out the food and popped open some sodas for the two of you. People always give him weird looks for his mask but you could care less about what he wears. Sure he’s a huge man but he’s real sweet if you get to know him. Despite what most of his family’s like. “So Tommy my daddy went out to New York for a trip and he brought me back these sweet pair of shoes and some sweet pants. They’re this lovely purple color and I can’t wait to wear them out in town. He talked all about the big buildings and the busy streets. Oh and there’s this underground train that goes all over the state and take you places. It’s so neat.” Thomas has a smile on his face as he listens to you talk about his trip. He loves hearing your voice. 

“Would you wanna go there some day? I can take ya. Daddy said there’s all kinds of people there. There’s this part of it called Chinatown full of Chinese people. He saw people with bright pink hair and tattoos and I’m sure no one would bat an eye if they saw you. You’ll fit right in.” You take a sip of your soda and Thomas thinks for a bit. As long as he comes back home he’ll go anywhere with you. He nods and your smile grows. “Oh that’s wonderful to hear. I’m sure you’d love to see the world, but I promise we’ll always come back. I know how important home is to you.” He nods and writes something down in a journal he brought with him. He often writes things on paper if he has something to say to you. ‘Home is very important’ it says. 

“Of course Tommy. But as long as you’re with me I’ll be at home.” You grab his hand and give it a good squeeze. The moment is broken up when you hear a truck pull up. You look over and see trouble. Danny, Oliver and Dale hop out. These guy are trouble. You and Thomas stand up and Danny has a wicked looking smile on his face. 

“Guess the freak shows in town this week boys.” His friends laugh and you cross your arms. 

“How about you beat it Danny. We don’t want some spoiled brat to ruin our day.” Tommy is getting nervous. You give him a ‘I can handle it look’ and go back to Danny. 

“Wow the little freaks toy wants to talk shit? I know you don’t have the guts to back up that tough talkin.” He takes a step towards you, you take one towards him. 

“His name is Thomas. Maybe if you took a bath once in awhile you’d be able to hear me. If anyone’s a freak here it’s you.” His smile only grows and you can tell he’s really enjoying himself. 

“That thing shouldn’t have a name. It belongs dead on the table in the slaughter house it works at. You morons should leave town and save everyone some trouble.” You feel rage bubble in your chest. 

“We’ll leave when you stop fucking your sister. Everyone can hear you at night pumping away. Oh and let me tell you she says I’m way better in bed then you ever were.” Danny’s face goes red and he punches you straight in the nose. You stumble back a bit and feel warm blood pour out. You see the smug look on his face and you’ve had it. You jump on top of him and the two of you exchange blows on the ground. Small rocks and broken glass tear at your body while you try to pin him down. He hits your face and chest over and over and you hit him back. You get him good in the eye and on the lip. The last blow comes from you when you hit his jaw so hard a tooth is knocked loose. 

You get off of him, your face and body bloody and bruised. Blood is pouring out of his mouth and you see the tooth laying on the ground. Thomas quickly rushes over to you and checks your body. God he’s so worried about you. You watch as he stands up staggering. Dale and Oliver help him up, boy is he pissed. “You’re gonna pay for this you fucker!” He shouts at you. 

“Just go ahead and leave before you get your shit rocked again mother fucker.” You nose is still bleeding and your cheek is busted. Thomas holds you close to him as the three of them get back in the truck and leave. Oliver flips you off as they drive away. Once their gone Thomas turns to look at you again. “I’ll be fine we just gotta clean me up. Let’s go back to your house ok?” He nods. You stand on your toes and give him a kiss on the cheek of his mask. You clean up the picnic and put a cloth you brought to your nose. You can feel it start to swell. Once you get back to the house Thomas takes you straight to his room and looks over you again. He plants kisses all over your face and hands, making you notice your bloodied knuckles. “I got him good huh Tommy. That’ll teach him to mess with people.” 

He fetches a bowl of water, a rag and some medical wrap. He cleans up your cuts and wounds and wraps them up. Once your hands are wrapped up he kisses them all over again. “Tommy look at me please.” He looks up at you and you cup his face. you start to give him kisses all over his forehead and cheeks and a few on his leather lips. He sits on his bed and moves you on his lap. You cuddle into him and he lays down, you resting on top of him. All the pain washes away as you lay their with you amazing boyfriend

[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

[ahsxual]

Perfect Day

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

Summary: You and Arthur are excited for your first date, since it's an essencial key for your relationship.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: sexual harassment (literally one sentence, nothing too serious)

Word count: 2,7k

A/N: I don't know how to feel about this one... I wanted it to be romantic and cute, yet I feel this isn't enough to express my feelings for him... anyways, I really hope your opinion is different! :)

Gif Credits: @arthurflecc <33

Today is the day I will finally find true happiness, Arthur thought. Last day, you invited him to have dinner at your place, since none of you could afford an actual date, and that way you could spend some time alone. You work with him as female clown for a couple weeks now and that's where you met him: he, besides Gary, was the only one who's truly kind and respectful, not some jerk like Randall who would always make some unwanted comments on how pretty you are. With that, Arthur got the courage to defend you, a gesture you noticed and really appreciated. That's when you decided to invite him as a thank you gift for what he has done (and maybe because you thought he was really cute and a real gentleman).

To Arthur, that morning seemed brighter than any other he had lived: he could swear that the birds were singing to him, like it was a sign from nature and destiny telling everything was going to finally be ok... as long as he was by your side. This time, the sky wasn't covered by depressive and heavy gray clouds like every other day: instead, it was replaced by the sweet scalding yellow sun and the gorgeous shade of baby-blue. Even the stairs weren't painful to walk anymore and the runs to the bus weren't as stressed and tiring as they used to be. He came down the stairs bouncing with joy, like he was a kid who just got his favorite ice-cream flavor for free. People even looked at him awkwardly, but he couldn't care less. Nothing could ruin this day to him.

Once he entered Haha's, his heart started to beat way too fast once he realized he would see you in a matter of seconds. He couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly ran to the room of clowns, hoping for you to be the first thing he would lay his eyes on once he got there.

"Hi, Arthur!" you happily said as soon as you saw him, realizing that he had been standing there for a while, staring sweetly at you. However you didn't mind: you knew his intentions were utterly good.

"H-hi Y/n! You... you are very... b-beautiful today." he finally got the courage to praise you, to speak his mind out loud, even if he stuttered meanwhile. He was with his red waistcoat and pants, and a white social shirt, an outfit that suits him just perfectly.

"Oh, thank you, you look really good too! And I'm glad you liked it, I want to look good for our tonight's date." you teased him, just to see his cheeks turn redder than they already were. You were with your date's outfit on, because you were planning to go home right after you left Haha's. You wanted to surprise him, however he arrived sooner than you expected, so you didn't have the time to change into your clown's work outfit.

"A date??" he seemed surprised for you considering your meeting an actually date.

"Yeah, sure. Don't you want to call it that way?"

"Yes!! I mean, i-if you want to..." he correct himself, after realizing he sounded too excited than he should.

"Ok, great! Can't wait for tonight." you said gladly, earning a sweet tooth wide smile from him.

"Me too Y/n, me too..." after sharing an intense and intimate exchange of glances, you decided to break the reconforting silence between you. That silence told and shared way more emotions than any possible spoken word, but you couldn't risk any other coworker complain about you two to Hoyt.

"Well, I'm going to get ready now. Talk to you later, ok?"

"Uh... sure." he understood, giving you once again a thin, shy smile.

You both did your work for the rest of the day, not wanting your secret love to interfere and prejudice your professional life. Both of you knew how demanding your boss could be, so you better not test his limits.

The day was finally near to its end, so you went to your locker to collect your belongings and then change into your clothes, before joining Arthur who was already waiting for you outside.

"Are you ready?" you asked once you got near him.

"Absolutely." he calmly, yet enthusiastic answered. You wanted to overcome your shyness, so you slowly interlocked your arms with his. You could tell that he was a little hesitant by the sudden affectionate gesture and seemed to paralyzed, looking intensely at the spot where your arms found each other.

"Arthur? Are you ok?" you were scared that you crossed the line without meaning it.

"Y-yeah! I'm sorry, I'm just... not used to being touched..." he got upset, remembering how miserable and lonely his life was... but not anymore. That's the past, and now you are more then willing to change radically his and your future as well, putting all that suffering and intense pain far far away behind him.

"It's ok Art, you are safe with me, I promise you that. But if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, please let me know." before your lovely night started, you needed to make sure that he would be comfortable: you wouldn't forgive yourself if anything bad happened to the man who supported you and made you feel like the only beautiful woman alive, and you being the responsible for it.

"Thank you, Y/n. That's really nice of you... I really appreciate that." he made that sweet stare towards you, one that makes you melt right away every time.

"Come on Art, my stomach is already complaining." he happily laughed, and you acknowledged his smile.

When you arrived home, it was impossible for you not to notice: he was quiet, yet so observant with everything: sometimes he would even touch so softly your belongings, and you would just smile, feeling nothing but comfort and acceptance. How can anyone consider me as someone so essential and special in their lives?, you deeply thought. But that's just how Arthur was: he always manages to feel like it's only you and him against the world, the rest being irrelevant.

"What do you want to eat? I can make your favorite plate... or at least I can try." you softly laughed, feeling a little nervous by your kitchen skills. You really wanted to impress Arthur... especially on your first of many dates. He then looked at you with wide eyes, swallowing his dry throat from growing anxiety. "What's the matter? Did I do anything wrong?" you started to get even more nervous than you already were, now being you having your mouth and throat dry.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong! I-I just..." he paused for a moment, not being able to look at you since he felt very ashamed. "I'm not hungry... I'm sorry..." he said slowly with a low voice, derived from his embarrassment.

"Oh..." you felt a little sad if you were honest: you bought a bunch of food so he could choose freely what he wanted to eat and make this day special by making him a surprise... but you couldn't blame him: you knew about the secondary effects from the meds he takes, the lack of hunger being one of them. "It's fine, don't worry about it." you tried to relax him, which you did since he offered you a kind smile right after, just like his big, yet fragile heart. You tried to think of something else: you couldn't miss this opportunity to be with him, both of you being so busy with your lives that the time you spend together is absolutely rare and precious, being as valuable as gold, or diamonds, or even more. "I got an idea!" a cliche, yet romantic idea came to your mind. "What about... seeing a movie? Or a tv show that you really like? While eating popcorn, obviously." you winked at him.

"Sounds like fun." he smiled. "But... I-I never... ate popcorn. Never had the chance to try it..." he shyly said. You felt bad for him... in our childhood, it's the most delicious thing to eat, a sweet that brings us joy, happiness and even peace, for some. But now, him being in his middle 30's, how has he never eaten or at least tried it?

"Then seems like you're going to have this delicious experience with me instead!" you gently laughed, trying to make him more comfortable. This time he gave you a toothy grin, staring at you like he was in heaven and you were the only pure angel in it. You blushed at his staring, so you decided to look away and do the popcorns instead. "Make yourself at home! You can sit on the sofa if you want." you offered while pointing to the most comfortable furniture you had. He instantly obeyed you, sitting on it awkwardly since he was afraid of doing something wrong that could annoy you. Yup, that was definitely the last thing he wanted to do... mainly on this special day.

Once you finish the popcorn, you sat right next to him, being way closer than he expected. Not that he minded, no no, not at all, but he couldn't help but to shake unstoppably by the complex emotions he was feeling from the warm and soft human contact... from the most perfect human being in his eyes.

"Before we watch it, I want you to prove this delight first. But you have to close your eyes! It will taste better, I promise." you grabbed one popcorn kernel and signaled him to open his mouth. He instantly felt tenser and his frail heart started to beat furiously because of your gesture. If someone had told him when he first saw you, that he would come to your house and spend these moments with you, he would've laughed by the immense unlikelyhood. But here he is: in your house, with you. He shakingly opened his mouth, slowly closing his big ocean eyes right after. When he tasted it, it was like he was 7 again, living his lost happy childhood: it was sweet, crunchy and tasted like happiness, this feeling amplified with you by his side. "How is it?" you curiously asked while smiling by his reaction.

"This is so... wow." that's all he could say.

"You want more? This bowl can be just for you, I will do more for myself." the moment you got up, you felt your arm being gently, yet firmly grabbed.

"Wait!" he suddenly said, removing his hand from your arm right after, not wanting to scare you away. "I-I'd rather share them with you... i-if that's ok..." His shyness was something you could never be tired of: it's one of the words that describe him the best, making him look immensely cute to your eyes. You felt genuinely happy because he was making a move on you: as little or even insignificant that gesture was to everyone else, it meant the world to you.

"Sure, sharing is always better, right?" you shared a glare that spoke the untold love for each other, yet not unknown. "So... what do you want to see?" you finally asked.

"I don't know... maybe-" suddenly he noticed the tv, that was already on, presented the Murray Franklin show, catching immediately his attention. "Murray!!" once he saw it, it was like his shyness was never there: the carefree and excited Arthur who you never had the chance to meet, was now shown. You even felt jealous for a moment, seeing all his attention was now in the show.

"Oh, you like Murray? I watch him from time to time, the show is really funny." he turned his attention to you again, seeming surprised by your answer.

"You do...?" his grin shined even more once he discovered you had more things in common, one of them being something he admires and even considers as a dream, the main goal in his professional life.

"Of course! Who doesn't like to laugh and relax after a tiring day of work? Laughing is the best medicine for happiness." his smile broke, slowly decreasing into nothing. "I mean, when you really want to laugh, not when you have to." you remembered his condition, so you corrected yourself.

"I heard that my whole life, so I guess you're right..." he seemed mindful, looking and playing with his own worn hands. You gently grabbed his hand into yours.

"Don't worry Arthur, I'll make sure you really laugh, not just because you can't control it or because you forcely have to. I promise you... I will do my best to make you happy everyday." these moments and words were unforgettable to him. He couldn't see his life without you anymore: the only way he could be truly happy is by your side, the only way he could survive... is only by your side.

"Thank you, Y/n. I... I-I really enjoy these moments I spend with you. They're the only thing that make me feel happy and alive. You make me feel like... like I'm real and seen... and you have no idea how much that is important to me." you felt so proud of him for being able to speak from his mind and heart without hesitance, and utterly special for being the only one who entirely owned his trust.

"You don't need to thank me, Art. It's my pleasure to be with you, a man who's so kind and respectful like you. If others can't see it, it's not your fault. Like I use to say, it's their loss for not seeing someone so good in front of them. But I can see it... and we all only need the ones who really care about us in our lives, the rest is just the rest. They don't matter." now was your turn to speak the honest truth. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand how right and perfect he thought you were: it was like destiny was telling him to not let you escape... because you are his soulmate, his one and only person who came to this world with the purpose of filling him, to fill his heart with pure love, compassion and comprehension. "Oh, the show has already started!" both of you were so distracted or, should I say, so concentrated on each other, that you didn't even notice what was happening around you: the world always stops when you are together.

Once you decided to see the show, you shared the made popcorn and some laughs, Arthur always making sure you would laugh when he would. Every time Murray made a joke, Arthur looked at you, concentrated on your expressions while admiring your beauty. It was an incredible spent night: you laughed, ate popcorn together, supported each other... with time, you even hugged him softly, only for him to gladly return it, yet shyly, as predicted. If you two were honest, you would admit that you wanted so badly to share a sweet, passionate and meaningful first kiss... but that has to be preserved for your future dates, since the respect you have for one another it's incomparable to any other: you want things to happen naturally, without hurry, because what begins fast... ends quickly as well, and that's the last thing you want to happen, for sure.

This was the last piece of the puzzle that was needed to finally go forward your relationship: you belong to each other, like your hearts are attached and only function correctly when you are together, like the universe had and still has wonderful plans for you... and both of you are so glad to finally be able to be by your soulmate's side... forever.