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The Marriage Project (16)

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Okay I've actually been here this whole time, but I got caught up in a bunch of other projects that I'm working on (mostly on AO3 @mcwriting like here)

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Word Count: 3063

Warnings: slight callback to chapter 12 but unsubstantial; teenage rudeness (?)

Tom had told you to wear something nice but comfortable, so you tugged on some baggy jeans and tucked in a sweater, looping a belt around your waist and donning your feet with ankle boots. You did a little hair and makeup and put on simple jewelry and once you were done, you paced the living room expectantly.

“Honey, you look like you’re going to throw up. It’s just one little date!” your mom said when she passed by you to enter her office.

“It’s not just a little date, mom! This is the first time I’ve ever been out on a real date with a guy who I call my boyfriend, and I don’t want to mess this up!”

Your mom set down some papers and came back into the room.

“Based on the way that boy looks at you, I don’t think there’s a single thing you could do to mess things up,” she began, giving you a kiss on the head. The doorbell rang and you looked at each other. “Well go on, then. Don’t want to make him wait in the cold.”

You rushed to the door, taking one last deep breath before opening it. In front of you stood your boyfriend, holding a bouquet of dark red roses. You both smiled.

“These are for you. You look wonderful,” he said immediately, holding out the flowers, which you took happily. You led him inside.

“Wow, thank you. You don’t look half bad yourself,” you replied, going to set the flowers in the kitchen.

You weren’t lying, he really did look good.

He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a fitted black tee, and a grey felted coat over top. On his wrist was a silver watch you’d never seen and he’d finished the look with a belt and some black dress shoes. His curls were extra curly today and he’d pushed them back out of his face.

“It’s nice to see you, Tom! Congrats on the win last night,” your mother greeted. “And look at these! A man of good taste, I see.” she added, gesturing to the flowers before pulling a vase from the cabinet.

“Nice seeing you as well, Mrs. y/l/n. Is your husband around? I’d like to chat with him real quick,” Tom replied, earning wide eyes from you. Why would he want to talk to your dad?

“Oh, yes, he’s just in the office. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind chatting with you for a moment,” she said.

You led him down the hall to where your father was. The two men greeted each other with a handshake.

“I just wanted to say, sir, that your daughter is in good hands,” Tom explained. You mentally rolled your eyes.

This boy.

“Well that’s good to hear, but I know she can handle her own pretty well. That being said, you’re a smart young man with a good head on his shoulders, so I have no doubts that you’ll treat her right. Now go, have fun,” he said, then turned to you. “See you later, kiddo. Be safe.”

He kissed your head as Tom led you to the front door. You picked up your bag on the way out.

“So where are we going?” you asked the second both of your car doors were shut. He gave you a look.

“I was thinking that we go play a bit of topgolf, and then I’ve planned for us to have dinner at the steakhouse down the road,” he explained, cringing a little before quickly adding, “Is that alright? We can do something else if you want.”

You laughed lightly.

“Tom. That’s perfect. And you don’t have to spend all this money on me if you don’t want to. I’m very easily entertained.”

“That’s the thing. I really do want to do all this for you. You’re like, the woman of my dreams and I think you deserve to be treated as such.”

With that you headed off to the golf place. You were excited to know that his competitiveness wasn’t being threatened by your relationship.

“Alright, now I’m sure you know by now that I play golf on the side, so don’t be too discouraged if there’s a learning curve,” he explained confidently, a driver in hand. “Watch how it’s done a few times first, alright?”

He swaggered up to the tee box and hit a few balls, landing two in a far target. Even dating, you couldn’t help the natural banter between you.

“And that’s how you do it! Do you want some help on your swing?” he offered as you picked up a hybrid club. ‘You sure you wanna start with that one? Might be easier with an eight or nine iron.”

“Let me get one out of my system and I’ll go from there, alright?” you said. You lined up the club and looked out over the targets. With a smirk, you pulled back and swung through, sailing the ball right into a target.

“Huh. Must’ve been a lucky shot,” you said. Tom was looking at you suspiciously. “Maybe I should try another.”

You sent 3 more balls right into targets before Tom said anything.

“Now hold on here. Your form is perfect… Do you play golf? ” he asked. You burst into laughter.

“My dad taught me when I was a kid. I thought I’d be a little rusty since the last time I played was over the summer, but guess I’ve still got it,” you explained. His jaw dropped.

“You little shit! Just letting me believe you didn’t know what you were doing! And to think I was going easy on you. Well not anymore. No ma’am, the game is on!” he exclaimed, pulling you in to press a kiss to your cheek and tickle your side.

“Say you were letting me off easy all you want, I’m still gonna win,” you taunted.

“We’ll see about that.”

Between all the games you got in during your hour time slot, you and Tom had been pretty evenly matched. He had a further drive than you, though you were the more accurate one, so he ended up beating you by only a couple points.

You were joking around as he went to pay when an older couple from the family beside you came up to you.

“Hi there, sorry to bother. We just wanted to say that you reminded us of ourselves back in the day, and it brings us joy to see you two have so much fun together,” the man said.

You beamed at Tom as he pulled you tightly beside him.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet. This is our first real date together,” you shared happily.

“First date! Well, if you’re anything like us, you’re in for a wild ride,” the woman said with a wink. You exchanged a few parting words before heading back out and towards the steakhouse.

Your conversation with the couple had you thinking, though. Were you and Tom going to end up married like them? You hadn’t even dated a week and suddenly you were thinking about marriage?

Maybe this is moving too fast. But do I even mind it?

When you made it to the restaurant, Tom checked in and you waited for your reservation.

You were standing off to a corner watching the videos and commenting on the pictures you’d taken of each other at top golf when he had an idea.

“Oh, hey, we should get a picture together!”

He scanned the room and saw that nearby was a couple in their thirties just talking, so Tom approached them.

“Hi there, sorry to bother you, but do you mind taking a picture of my girlfriend and I?” he asked.

Your stomach fluttered. This was the first time he’d explicitly introduced you to anyone as his girlfriend. The woman grabbed his phone and you posed together in front of a decorative stone wall.

He thanked them and you were looking at the pictures she’d taken when the hostess called Tom’s name, leading you to a table towards the back of the restaurant.

The dinner was going well, the both of you laughing and talking like you had been in the past couple of weeks, except that now everything had a different intention behind it. You got a few glances as stares when you laughed a little too loud over Tom accidentally clinking his knife on a plate.

As you ate your entrees, you thought back to the pictures and videos you had taken of each other so far but not shared.

“When should we tell people about this? Us? I mean everyone already thinks we’re together, but… you know,” you trailed, stabbing your fork into your food and grabbing a bite.

“That depends on when you want to tell people. I’m happy to go shout it from a rooftop right now or wait until you’re comfortable. I only care about you.”

“Honestly, I want nothing more than to put your picture up on my instagram and tell everyone, but another part of me is afraid of what kind of rumors we’ll fuel.”

Tom chuckled as you went in for another bite.

“I’m pretty sure every move we make is under the microscope right now, but it's still your call. Who cares what other people think?”

You thought about it for a moment as you chewed.

“Yeah you’re right. I’m pretty sure it would be worse for us to tease it than just come out and tell everyone. I mean… you don’t think we’re moving too fast do you? Of course, I’ve never been in a real committed relationship before so I don’t really know what the normal speed is but… I don’t know,” you blurted.

“I don’t really know either. We’re in this boat together. Do you think it’s moving too fast?” he asked apologetically.

“No! No, I like the speed we’re moving, I just don’t want to be the one to scare you off.”

“Babe, I’ve told you before, I have liked you for so long that it would take a lot to run me away. I like this pace too. It’s our pace,” he reached over to grab your hand, rubbing his thumb over it.. “We’re doing things on our own time and that’s what matters, okay?”

“Yeah… yeah,” you breathed, then spoke in a normal volume. “I think we should go public. Everyone will get to gossip about us in their groupchats before school Monday and I’ll get to show everyone my incredible boyfriend.”

You both laughed at that last part.

“Well I am pretty incredible, aren’t I?”

You sat together in Tom’s car in your driveway picking through pictures to post on instagram.

Tom chose his cover photo to be one from homecoming night that his mom had taken of you two smiling at each other, along with the one from the date and a video he’d taken of you golfing. He captioned it “Been waiting too long to show off my lil disco ball” in reference to your silver dress.

You instead made your cover image one of him tossing you over his shoulder from your senior pictures and also added other pictures from the dance, homecoming parade, and your date. Your caption read “Finally decided to start dating my husband because married life just wasn’t cutting it,” knowing full well you’d get lots of surprised comments.

Both of you hit post and quickly turned over your phones so people could freak out while you talked some more. By now it was dark out (that darned winter sun) and the only light illuminating the car’s interior was from the moon and your house lights shining in.

You looked at Tom. Sure, you’d been on a few casual dates with guys before, whether it be a group thing where you and a guy just sat next to each other at the movie theatre, or maybe the one time you’d met a dude at the coffee shop only for him to freak out about you and Tom’s rivalry, or yeah, the foreign exchange student who’d asked you to freshman homecoming.

Either way, you didn’t really know how to end a date. So you mustered up the knowledge from every romcom and blurted out the one line every character seems to say:

“I had a really great time tonight.”

It’s true, you did. But, geez, could it be any more cliche? Tom smiled back at you.

“Oh yeah? I did too.”

“How is it that we were so awful to each other for years, but now I know that you’re one of the sweetest guys ever? I mean we were both total assholes,” you said, earning a laugh.

“The world works in mysterious ways, princess, but I realized a long time ago how incredible you are. It just took awhile for you to see it in me.”

“Why did you even like me? Obviously, yeah, you weren’t afraid to fire back, but what did you see when I was making passive aggressive comments and even sometimes actually insulting you?”

“It’s not hard to look past your tough shell and see who you really are inside, especially when we’ve been in the same classes and clubs and sports everyday for this long. When I look at you I see someone who is smart and beautiful and strong and funny and a million other things. That’s what I saw back then, too. I still can’t believe that you feel the same way about me. Since when did that happen?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. Consciously, I admitted it to myself, like, last weekend, but I’ve been denying it for a long time. I think I became aware of my feelings back when I got my period at your house and you were really cool about it. But I also think there’s a part of me hidden behind everything else that’s been attracted to you for years. I think that’s why our rivalry became this big thing between us.”

Tom hummed in response and reached to grab your hand, fingers interlacing.

“Well, whatever brought us here... I’m glad it did. I’m glad that I’m the one by your side through everything that’s gone on this semester and I hope things stay like that for quite a while.”

You both sat in silence for a while, just looking at each other much like you’d done that one evening in his room. After a while, you sat up to lean over the console and kiss him, your hands resting on his cheeks.

After your lips broke apart, his arms wrapped around your back and you snaked yours around him, too, resting your chin on his shoulder. With a little shifting, you were eventually sideways on his lap, legs stretched across the console and the passenger seat.

He started to press his lips to your neck when you gasped and stiffened. It was where Harrison had done the same thing. Tom immediately pulled his head away and squeezed your waist tighter.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I forgot,” he whispered. You buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, it just. It’s still fresh. Try my shoulder.”

He moved the neck of your sweater a little and brushed some hair away, now kissing above your collarbone lightly. Eventually he moved up to your cheek and lips. After a while, you pulled away.

“You know I’d love to stay and do this for… ever, but I think I need to get inside and get some rest. I think Lex is coming over tomorrow. By the way, she mentioned that you guys made out at a party once?” you smirked. His eyes widened.

“Years, I mean years ago. I- I was drunk and basically imagined it was you and-”

You laughed at his small panic.

“It’s okay! She told me everything. I don’t blame her either. You’ve got some pretty kissable lips, Holland..”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“I could say the same for you. And don’t tell her this, but I much prefer kissing you than her.”

You sat on your bed looking at yours and Tom’s instagram posts, reading the comments. Most everyone just said “knew it!” or “finally!”, but there were a few shocked commenters. Your dm’s were filled with people wanting you to spill tea, which you either ignored or gave a generic “we finally figured out we were right for each other” reply.

What stuck out to you was the text Grace sent you about it, reading:

Hey, y/n. I saw your post on instagram and just had to say that I can’t believe you and Tom actually got Harrison expelled just to turn around and start screwing each other (as if you weren’t already). Obviously I saw the damage on you, but he doesn’t deserve to have his high school experience ruined for that. I guess you two are meant for each other since you’re both snakes.

Your jaw dropped when you read her text and you were seeing red. After a few moments of contemplation, you realized something.

From the catcalling incident up until now, you realized how she had always seemed to defend Harrison for the smallest things. She liked him, and you were now the one responsible for “taking him away from her.”

It took you a few minutes to come up with a reply that wasn’t too mean and might prove her point about you, but you finally thought of something.

Look, Grace, I get it. You like Harrison and are pinning the responsibility of his expulsion on me, but he’s a dangerous person. He threatened to do a lot worse to me but luckily the right people were there to help me out. He’s the one who ruined his own experience by being a predator. As for Tom and I, we aren’t just “screwing around” and there’s a lot more to our relationship than what you or anyone else has seen and if you care to know about it why don’t you just be straight up and ask me? Now please, if you’re going to make unsubstantiated claims, at least do it to my face

In return came another angry reply that you just left on read. With that, you and Tom sent each other a goodnight and you let yourself fall into restless slumber.

A/N: lol remember when I said I was gonna finish this over the summer? yeah Top Gun: Maverick happened so that went out the window but we're nearing the home stretch, I promise

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saphirdevil · 28 days

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i am dante. they are me. we miss our wife verg-

#limbus company #project moon #lc dante #lc vergilius #fanart #xavi art #almost tagged as ocs cuz they could be...#when marriage is actually going well guys

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larkoneironaut · 11 months

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The Kaer Morhen theme plays in the distance

Nah, I’m kidding, it’s actually Drink Up, There’s More, because that’s the only tune my last brain cell plays on it’s tin whistle

#The witcher #The witcher 3 #The witcher wild hunt #CD project red #Cdpr #Andrzej Sapkowski #Geralt of Rivia #Geralt z Rivii #gwynbleidd #White wolf #I'm asking for his hand in marriage #He'd be the perfect husband #Infertile protective empathetic badass skilled attractive af great lover #If yen and Ciri never happened...#He'd be mine and that's a fact #He's such a malewife #He's everything #My art

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sentientsky · 5 months

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part 4???

Ineffable bureaucracy ft. my real-life text messages

(Part 1 - it’ll lead u to the other parts, if u want to read the rest of this ridiculousness)

(Part 5)

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yoku-yukihime · 24 days

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Does anyone else ever think about how junko was married to hou yi and he killed his own son to go elope with another woman. cause she was so right for being so seethingly angry she essentially became a god, killing the guy, and marrying a goth bad bitch from hell. like go girl go GO!!

#touhou #touhou project #junko touhou #junko #Shes so fucking raw.#thinking about how touhou mixes two legends of hou yi together and makes him the worst fucking person by total accident #like “yeah okay hes the hou yi that forced xuan qi into marriage” “but hes also the hou yi that shot down the suns”

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arewedoneyet · 5 months

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via gdh559 @ twitter | 30112023

#jeff satur #the marriage #project d

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amugoffandoms · 2 months

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Woo!! It's time! It's time for the gift exchange!! (@milgram-valentines-exchange) Happy Valentine's Day to @mrcrazyvillainvillainn!! I had such a fun time writing your gift!! Truly gotta let Mahiru and Mikoto be silly and happy! I really hope you enjoy!! I've never written a ship fic for any of the prisoners, so I guess we ball?? (Also, let me know if you want the art without the titles!!) JIAWODJIAOW Anyways, here we go! Please enjoy...

do i dare love you? (i have always loved you)

Is this selfish? This isn’t too much, is it? I just love you so much. How long would this dream go on? I guess we can just say that this feeling is happiness~ Do you really think you know what love is? You don’t have to keep it in and hide it away. "I love you", the reason why I'm here This is how "I" will love "you"! --- "To be honest, Mikoto Kayano didn't know what to expect." "Mahiru Shiina fixes the flowers in a bouquet and hands it off to the customer." (Mikoto Kayano and Mahiru Shiina love each other in the smallest of moments.)

To be honest, Mikoto Kayano didn't know what to expect. Getting a mysterious call out of the blue? Well, ah… That’s sure to scare him.

No, no, everything’s fine. No need to resort to anything crazy.

Mikoto exhales and splashes some water on his face. Turning off the sink, he looks up at the mirror and flashes himself a smile.

…ah, okay, that was a little embarrassing. Mikoto laughs to himself as he walks out of the bathroom and back to his desk.

He drums his pen against his desk as he moves his mouse around to turn his computer back on. Placing his head on his hand, he scrolls through emails and emails.

…

It’s just the same emails. “Fix that.” “I liked the original design better; can you do it again?” “The deadline moved. Make sure your designs are ready for–”

Ping!

Mikoto blinks and glances over at his phone.

New Message: make sure to come soon!

Right, yeah. Mikoto has to head back home soon. Okay, he should really get a start on his work so he can head home early!

Sitting straight, Mikoto pulls up some designs on his computer and grabs the small stack of papers.

With one more glance at the ideas given, Mikoto starts designing.

Mikoto leans back in his chair and slumps back. The design… is done! This is where Mikoto pretends to hear a soft achievement noise. Ding!

Anyways, Mikoto exhales and looks at the papers on his desk. The design is nice! One of his finest designs, actually. He flips through the papers and nods to himself, happy with the result.

In the corner of his eye, he notices his boss and quickly waves him down. The second his boss looks at him with a small smile, Mikoto realizes his desk is an absolute mess.

Ack–! Why did he leave his energy drink can here? Oh, these papers need to be in a folder–

Right after Mikoto finishes rearranging his desk, his boss finally makes it to his desk.

“Chief! I finished the design you wanted me to make!” Mikoto hands the stack of designs with a small smile. His boss blinks, clearly surprised at how fast Mikoto finished the designs. He flips through the small stack, checking each design.

His serious expression seriously doesn’t tell me anything… Mikoto internally groans.

“Good job, Kayano.” His boss places the stack underneath his arm. “These will probably suffice for our client. Do you have other designs that need to be completed?” “Ah, um–” Mikoto looks around at his desk. He doesn’t think he does. “...No…?’

“Oh?” His boss asks, surprised for some reason. Hey, Mikoto knows how to finish his work if it isn’t being constantly changed! “Ah… Alright then… I guess you…” His boss looks around the office. “...Actually, it looks like everyone is preoccupied.”

Mikoto shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Please don’t give him more work. Please don’t give him more work.

His boss lifts his wrist and looks at his watch. “Hm… It’s seven. Earlier than I would like to let anyone out.”

Oh, please. Please. Please-!!

His boss sighs. “Alright, Kayano. You may head home early today. I’m only doing this because you’ve got most of your work under control and I unfortunately don’t want to bother your coworkers with giving you their work.” You would anyway, but you seem to be in good spirits today…? “Thank you, Chief!” Mikoto smiles. “Don’t expect this often from me. Have a good night.” His boss turns right around and walks away, going over to a different cubicle. Mikoto watches as his boss walks away and pumps his fist.

Woo! I’m free! Mikoto grins to himself as he packs his stuff into his bag. Standing up, he shuts his computer off and looks around. To be honest, he feels really bad for his coworkers…

But, he promised to get home as soon as he could. Mikoto glances at his phone, specifically that one notification.

make sure to come soon!

He doesn’t want to break his promise. So, with a quiet exhale, he walks to the elevator and clicks the button to go down. The elevator doors open.

He walks in.

…

“…oh, I forgot to press the button to the lobby–” Mikoto mumbles as he quickly clicks the button down.

Mikoto hears the key click in the lock and turns the doorknob. As he walks into his apartment, the lights are all out.

“I could’ve sworn I left the lights on…?” Mikoto mumbles as he takes the key out of the lock and shrugs off his coat. He slowly walks through his apartment, fumbling for the lights.

His hands land on the switch and Mikoto flips the lights on–

Arms wrap around Mikoto’s neck. Something makes Mikoto twitch. “Surprise~!”

Mikoto jumps.

Mahiru laughs above him as Mikoto lies on the ground, dazed. “Ma– Mappi???” Someone relaxes.

“Hehe~ Did I scare you?” Mahiru giggles, absolutely beaming. “A… a little, yeah!” Mikoto dusts himself off. “I think I hit my head… Ow…”

Mahiru’s laughter immediately stops. “Ah– did I hurt you? Hey, let me see–” Mahiru quickly kneels on the floor and scoots next to Mikoto. “No, no. I’m okay, I promise– Please don’t worry!” Mikoto gives a weak smile. “Let me just look, okay?” Mahiru says, with a soft voice filled with concern. (Her voice is always soft, but these moments, they're just a little bit more comforting. Maybe it’s Mikoto being too detail-oriented recently, but he’s decided to notice the smaller things.)

Mikoto swallows. “Okay.”

She looks at the back of Mikoto’s head, checking for any bumps or bruises. The moment is silent as Mahiru looks all over Mikoto’s head for anything and Mikoto sits there, quiet.

To be honest, he doesn’t want to say anything. He doesn’t want to ruin it. It’s… those small moments, right? When you know someone loves you. Those are the moments you want to hold in your hands because they’re so fuzzy and warm.

“I love you,” Mikoto whispers.

There’s a pause. Mahiru stops checking his hair. Her hands are still. She’s not moving.

Did he ruin it? Maybe he should apologize and–

“I love you, too,” Mahiru whispers back.

And, they’re back to silence.

Mahiru scoots back in front of him. “You’re okay. Nothing too bad, okay?”

She says it with a voice that makes him know she cares: a warm, loving voice. It makes him want to cry just because she loves him.

And, he loves her. And, he'll make sure she knows that.

“Okay,” Mahiru says, her voice oddly strained. Is… is she about to cry? “Um… Okay, I made some food for you. I– I know you don’t usually like big gestures and I really shouldn’t push myself, but… I think you deserve it, okay?” “Okay.” Mikoto nods. He stands up and gives a hand to Mahiru, who takes it with a small giggle. “Hehe, this feels like a fairy tale~” She hums.

“Hey, can I…?” “Eh? Do what?” Mahiru asks, with a tilted head. “I mean, whatever it is, I don’t mind~”

Mikoto places a small kiss on Mahiru’s cheek. “Ah–!! Hey–! Oh–” She’s red, blushing from ear to ear.

Mikoto laughs. “That was payback.” “Oh, you-!!” Mahiru has an angry look, but her smile says otherwise. “Fine, fine! That’s fair. Okay, come on, let’s eat~ I don’t want our food to be cold!” Mahiru grabs Mikoto’s hand in hers, trying to drag him over to the table.

Her hands are warm. Mahiru quickly pauses as she looks at Mikoto and their hands. “Is everything okay…?” Mikoto nods.

“Everything’s perfect.”

Mahiru Shiina fixes the flowers in a bouquet and hands it off to the customer. “Have a good afternoon~” She grins.

As the shopkeeper’s bell rings to show the customer has left, Mahiru sighs and melts into the counter. “Shiina…? Are you alright?” One of her coworkers asks as they walk over. Mahiru mumbles something into the counter. “Uh…” They laugh. “Okay, I’m guessing you’re not okay. Um…”

Mahiru keeps her head on the counter as she hears her coworker’s footsteps slowly disappear.

Mahiru sighs. She’s really tired… She wasn’t able to get any sleep last night. She doesn’t even know why. She just couldn’t sleep. A lady like her should be getting her beauty sleep!

Oh, well… She’ll just have to brave the storm!

Mahiru quickly lifts her head up and instantly gets hit with a fit of dizziness.

Ah, that was a bad idea…

As Mahiru quickly blinks away the dizziness, she notices her boss and coworker walking over.

“I wasn’t doing anything–! I mean, I was doing something, I promise!” Mahiru awkwardly laughs as she waves her hands around defensively. Her boss shakes her head. “Mahiru, you can head home. We don’t expect that many people today, and you seem tired. I can cover whatever is left of your shift.” “Ah, but–” “I’ll pay you for your full shift, alright? Just head home.” “Okay.” Mahiru hesitantly nods and takes off her apron as she heads to the break room to grab her stuff.

When Mahiru returns with her belongings, her coworker hands her a small bouquet with lilyturf, dahlias, forget-me-nots, and red lilies.

“I know you’ve enjoyed taking these kinds of flowers home recently, so here you are!” As Mahiru opens her mouth to speak, her coworker continues, “And, don’t worry about the charge. I already paid for it.” Mahiru blinks, taking the bouquet and looking at it. “Ah… Oh. Thank you.” Mahiru smiles at the flowers.

“Of course! Now, rest well!”

Mahiru smiles at her coworker before leaving the store, the shopkeeper’s bell ringing behind her.

Mahiru hums as she enters her apartment and quickly walks over to her table near the couch, grabbing water from the kitchen. She places her bag on the floor next to the couch.

Sitting on the couch, she pours some water into a glass vase. Then, she places her bouquet in the vase.

Mahiru looks at the bouquet for a few moments, admiring each flower.

When she yawns, she finally lowers her head on a pillow and slowly…

Closes…

Her eyes…

There’s a smell of food cooking in the air. She feels warm.

Mahiru slowly blinks the sleepiness from her eyes and looks around.

…why is there a blanket on her…? Is someone cooking?

Confused, she pushes herself upright and glances at the kitchen.

Mikoto.

Mikoto is cooking.

“Huh…?” Mahiru blurts out, sleepy and confused. Mikoto looks over at Mahiru. “Oh, hey! You’re awake! Sorry, I tried calling you, but you were asleep. Um, so I let myself in with the spare key!”

Mahiru glances at her bag on the floor and quickly picks it up. Opening it, she searches for her phone. When she finally finds it, she turns it on and sees the notifications flood her lock screen.

3 Missed Calls

10 New Messages:

hey, mappi ^^!!

i’m off from work so i’m coming to visit!

Ah wait you might be at work

Go back to work!!

i think your door is locked??

hello?

mappi??

i’m letting myself in, ok?

oh dear where’s your key

found it!! Coming in now :D

Mahiru rambles as she stares at the notifications, “Ah– I didn’t realize you were calling. I’m so sorry, please forgive me–”

“Hey, hey. It’s all good!” Mikoto smiles. “You were tired, so I let you sleep. I grabbed a blanket from your closet. Hope that’s okay!”

Mahiru nods and sits there for a moment, not sure what to do.

She glances over at the table, spotting the bouquet. She looks at Mikoto, who has a smile on his face as he tries to cook some soup.

She knows why she likes getting these flowers.

They remind her of Mikoto.

They remind her of how much she loves him.

She loves him.

“Hey, let me help you, okay~?” Mahiru sings as she hops up and skips over to the kitchen. “No, I’m okay. I can cook, see?” Mahiru looks at the small pot Mikoto is using to cook soup.

It’s… hm… not the best soup…?

“Just let me help you, alright?” “Alright, alright.” Mikoto, stepping back, raises his hands. “Show me what you want to do.”

Mahiru quickly slides in front of Mikoto and glances at the pot. "Can you wrap your arms around me?"

"Eh–?" Mikoto coughs in shock. "Yeah, yeah– Um…"

Mikoto quickly wraps her arms around Mahiru and looks over her shoulder as he tries to stir.

“Mhm~” Mahiru hums. “You’re stirring a little too harshly. Relax, okay?” “Alright.” Mikoto slowly stirs the soup. “Still too tense. Okay, hold on.” Mahiru places her hands on his. “Okay, now… We’ll do this together, okay?”

Mikoto is quiet. Mahiru takes that as his yes.

Mahiru, with Mikoto’s hands in hers, slowly stirs the soup. She murmurs some small compliments.

Mahiru lets go of his hands and smiles. “See, you’re doing it now!” Mikoto breathes a sigh of relief. “Is it better? Honestly, I really couldn’t tell the difference.” “Hmm… Well, I guess there really isn’t.” Mahiru shrugs. “But, I think the amount of quiet, slow care you put into something will show itself." She's made herself learn that love can be soft and strong. Ever since her last boyfriend and she broke up on... amicable terms, she's tried being better. For love, and for who she loves. “I see.” “...I know it really doesn’t make sense. I’m sorry.” Mahiru shakes her head and slides out from in front of Mikoto.

“No, no. It makes sense, I promise.” Mikoto looks over at Mahiru with a smile. “It shows that you care.”

Mahiru smiles back.

After a few moments with Mahiru helping Mikoto cook, they finally eat together at the table.

“Mappi?” Mikoto fidgets with his spoon. “Hmm?” Mahiru hums, food in her mouth. “Thank you.”

Mahiru blinks and just nods. “Y-yeah, of course…!”

Ah– That was so embarrassing…! Not at all lady-like! I should’ve just…!!

“I really don’t cook often, so that was really helpful. Haha…” Mikoto rubs his neck with a smile. “I mean, I do cook! It’s just… noodles and stuff.” “Well, now you know how to cook one more thing!” Mahiru smiles.

“Yeah.” Mikoto looks at Mahiru with a loving smile on his face.

His smile is so sweet. He even tries to do stuff he’s never done before for me! Ack… My heart can’t take it–!!

I love you.

Mikoto stares at Mahiru before laughing.

“E-eh?? What did I do??” “Nothing, nothing. I love you, too.” Mikoto grins.

…she said that out loud…

Mahiru is instantly embarrassed. She feels warm again, but she’s not wearing a blanket. “Oh… Ah–” “Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s sort of cute, I think…?” Mikoto rubs his neck. “Ah– If you say so…!!”

The two of them continue eating when Mikoto suddenly speaks up again. “Hey, did you mean to make you help me feel like one of those scenes from a movie…?” “E-eh?? No, no, wait– Ah. I really didn’t, I swear!!” Mahiru frantically shakes her head. Mikoto blinks, seeming to realize Mahiru is a little panicked. “Hey, no! I thought it was sweet–!”

Mahiru awkwardly laughs. “I’m glad you do… Um… Maybe I was subconsciously inspired by something…?”

“That’s okay.” Mikoto shrugs. “Everything you do is sweet.”

Mahiru beams.

“If it’s for you, I’ll make sure it’s worth everything.”

#mug writes #mug draws #milgram #milgram project #mikoto kayano #kayano mikoto #mahiru shiina #shiina mahiru #milgram fanfic #milgramvalentine's2024 #milgram valentine's exchange #we're going to have some afterward notes so let's see uhh #the notes are more detailed on ao3 so you can also check int out there lol #i wanted to have small references to what their crimes were #so you can see John pop in for a moment because he believed Mikoto was about to get attacked but once John realized it was Mahiru he relaxe #I wanted Mahiru and her boyfriend to break up amicably because their relationship is really crucial to Mahiru's character #I think actually beans' break-up fic they wrote was REALLY good and was what I was thinking about when I wrote that #I wanna say that Mahiru and Mikoto are both trying to get better at the things they messed up at #They should go to therapy actually /j #I wrote this before Mikoto's interrogation came out so that marriage question came flying back at me #he probably hasn't accumulated a “track record” yet to make his own business but i'd say mahiru might get him to quit early and go work #elsewhere because of how much his job is putting him through #Mahiru checking Mikoto's hair was supposed to be Mahiru carrying Mikoto to the couch but I didn't know how to write it without making it #awkward so I'm sorry wome #Looking back on it I think I realized that the lines that end both sides of the fic kinda...#go straight back to MILGRAM but trying to be better?#Everything's perfect - Mikoto said his life was fine; that he had done nothing wrong (An unconscious lie)#Here you have Mikoto actually believing he's doing okay; that he's fine and everything is okay #And while work is a hassle at least there's some aspect of his life that he connects to #If it's for you I'll make sure it's worth everything. - Mahiru wants to love perfectly she wants to love because it's the reason she elives

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Context: Tsukasa invited Ena for the first time to one of his shows, where she meets with Akito along with Toya (both having been invited as well) and in the middle of their confusion (almost interrogation) in the audience seats, the show begins with TSUKASA BEING A PRINCESS?!

#tsukasa tenma #tsukasa project sekai #ena shinonome #ena project sekai #akito shinonome #akito pjsk #aoyagi toya #toya project sekai #project sekai #pjsk #prsk #the play is about the princess wanting to break up the arranged marriage along with the prince who’s emu #I have a whole story behind #akito and ena where about to thrown hands bc ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!’#they all are speechless/pos #this is so random

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seawherethesunsets · 6 months

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I do this all the time. I feel anxious if I don’t. And I get this discomfort as if I have indigestion. This is OCD, right?

DAILY DOSE OF SUNSHINE (2023)

#daily dose of sunshine #kdramaedit #kdramadaily #userdramas #asiandramanet #dailyasiandramas #asiancentral #bysya #dailydoseofsunshineedit #ep 1 #i missed himmmm #im glad to see him here with this character cos it's making me want to watch more #the last good project with him was marriage not dating for me #the last one had me soo good lmao that was soo random

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mcwriting · 2 years

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The Marriage Project (17)

Y'ALL. I just realized we are nearing the end of this fic and tbh it's got me a lil bit emo after spending soooo much time fleshing this out, however I am SO excited to start posting my next series once this is done.

YAY

Masterlist

Word Count: 3392

Warnings: high schoolers bein high schoolers

% approximately the 3rd week of November %

Walking into school Monday, the normal congratulations people would be giving the football team for winning their first round of finals was overshadowed by yours and Tom’s situation. People watched you walk down the hall and you could hear some of them faintly talking about you.

Tom was clearly annoyed when he met you at your locker after his morning workout, so he decided to put on a show.

You had shut your locker when you heard him say “good morning princess” in a breathy tone. Before you could say anything, he tossed a hand behind your back and pulled you into a deep kiss that ended in you staring at him wide eyed as everyone around watched closely.

“What was that?” you whispered, aware of the other students once again mumbling to each other.

“Just wanted to make our relationship clear to everyone since they all wanna talk so much,” he replied, speaking louder than normal with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You rolled your own and from the corners of your eyes could see students shifting awkwardly and turning away.

“Yeah well if anyone didn’t know by now, they must’ve been living under a rock. Now come on, let’s just get to class.”

In home ec, Grace sat on the opposite side of the room as you and your other friends, shooting glares often to which you just rolled your eyes and tried to ignore. What did she know about anything, anyways?

Caroline and another friend had been filled in about her texts and were frustrated at her behavior as well.

You didn’t want to be mad at her forever or for her other friends to just drop her, but you were comforted by the thought that the others actually cared and would defend you.

You also hoped the week would turn out uneventful since Thanksgiving break would be the next week and you’d get to spend 9 whole days at home not thinking about school.

Thankfully, it did.

Despite the anger with Grace and the whole school turning your relationship into their own personal reality show, not much actually happened. Most people were too busy with all of the tests and quizzes being given out before break to stir up drama.

You also luckily did not have to work on the project. Mrs. Flynn was aware of the academic load everyone had along with another football game that weekend which would determine whether the team would get to go to the state final.

Friday night, everyone packed the bleachers in anticipation for the game, happy that because of their record, the game had been on their home turf.

It went well and Tom played fantastically. The game ended with only a touchdown lead but regardless, they won. They were only one step away from being state champions. In your excitement, you’d hopped over a wall and ran to Tom, hugging and kissing him in front of everyone.

After whistles and whoops rang out, you looked around sheepishly. You had just shown PDA in front of not only your fellow students, but teachers, parents, and siblings from both schools.

It was a little awkward at the very least.

The moment was over as quickly as it happened, though, and not long after, families were making their way home for the night, ready to start their Thanksgiving breaks and get out of the nipping winds.

Tom, sweaty despite the chill, now had you cornered over your car like you were in a typical football movie. Helmet hanging down his side as his other arm pinned you to the door.

“I still cannot believe I ran up and kissed you like that. That’s so embarrassing!” you exclaimed, ignoring the fact that you were still very much in public.

“Is this your way of saying you’re embarrassed to be with me?” Tom prompted, to which you playfully shoved his chest.

“Way to fly right over the point, genius. Of course I’m not embarrassed by you. I’m just not the PDA type, you know? Feels wrong.”

Tom laughed and glanced around.

“Well… we’re kind of private right here just in case you want to prove you aren’t embarrassed of me.”

You raised a brow as you looked just past him. Though the two of you were somewhat wedged between your car and the one next to it, you could clearly see more people leaving the football field.

“This really is not that private but… I guess I’ll let you get away with it this time,” you teased, not pulling back when he leaned in for another sweet kiss.

You stayed there for a few minutes, hopeful that the moment wouldn’t be ruined.

But of course it was.

The car beside yours alarmed and you and Tom pulled apart with a jump, heart racing from the surprise. Tom whipped around and you shifted to the side to see what was going on. At the driver’s door was Chris laughing.

“Dude, what the hell!” Tom exclaimed as you breathed out your own chuckle.

“Sorry, dudes, I was trying to get you out of the way so I don’t run you over when I pull out. Figured it was better to do that than say your names. It was at least funnier,” Chris shrugged.

“Are you really that bad of a driver that you think you’d hit me while leaving this parking lot?” Tom rebutted. Chris looked like he was weighing his response.

“I mean… maybe.”

“Fair enough,” you laughed, standing from your leaned position on the car door. “We should probably head out anyways. Got that NHS thing in the morning.”

Tom groaned, tossing his head back and loosening his knees.

“I forgot about that. I’m gonna have to wake up at like 10. That’s sooooo earlyyyyy,” he complained.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll end up okay,” you amusedly reassured, patting him on the chest. “Now go rest up and I’ll see you in the morning, alright?”

∆

Tom was late.

To be fair, you were early, it was to be expected, and it wasn’t by much. But still.

While of course you knew people in the National Honors Society (it’s not like it was that big), you weren’t friends with many of them, and the ones that you did know couldn’t make it due to family obligations. Back in sophomore year, you had wanted Alexis to be in NHS but she refused, and despite not wanting to join, your parents had made you.

It’s not like membership was that taxing. A monthly lunch meeting where food was provided plus service hours each semester wasn’t asking a lot of you, but now you had hoped that Tom would be there on time to give you someone to talk to.

In the past, that someone had been Grace. Now, the two of you only shared awkward looks from opposite sides of the large group.

Since it was fall, the group’s task was to rake up and bag leaves from people’s yards so that they could be composted. The spring task was always using that compost to make gardens around the community look pretty and stay healthy.

As you were standing around a neighborhood park getting grouping assignments, you heard a car door shut, then fast paced crunching through the leaves.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know that it was Tom. This was further confirmed when a shoulder came and brushed up against you and the panting of your stressed boyfriend was clearly audible.

“Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find my coat,” he whispered and you just smirked, shaking your head.

Despite the awkwardness before, Tom’s lateness somehow ended up in your favor as he was put in a group with you and two others. They were both younger than you, the teachers wanting older and younger students to work together and get to know each other.

That sentiment went down the drain though, as the junior and sophomore who trailed behind you and Tom to your assigned lawn seemed too scared to talk to either of you. They had only introduced themselves (despite you knowing who they were since the NHS was so small) and told you to lead the way.

As you were leaving, a teacher called out from the meeting spot.

“By the way! There will be a competition to see who can rake the fastest and neatest! Pace means nothing if it looks bad!”

You and Tom looked at each other with wide eyes and opened mouths. Neither of you could resist a competition, and while in the past you were always happy to try and beat Tom, working together with him was just as appealing.

As your group picked up the pace, you saw Grace’s group across the street, starting on their lawn, and she sent you a look, one that said “I’m going to win.”

She’d see about that.

You took charge once you reached the house you’d been told to go to. The subdivision you were working in housed mostly elderly people who lived on only a few variations of the same plot. In general, the playing field was meant to be even.

Each group only had two rakes, so you and Tom began gathering leaves furiously in a large pile in the front, allowing the younger students to bag them together. As the number of leaves on the ground dwindled, it became harder to gather them as smaller debris just passed through the rake tines.

Next, you moved to the backyard, which only housed a small shed and paved deck. You used the same method as before, piling together the leaves until no small ones could be gripped by the rake.

Now, you were looking for a solution for the smaller leaves and twigs that didn’t take up much time.

Soon enough, all four of you were on hands and knees, laughing as you got to the ground to push leaves with your hands towards the center of the backyard. It didn’t take long for the majority of remaining debris to be bagged and you were again back in the front lawn doing the same thing.

While you hadn’t talked much while raking due to the physicality of it, doing such ridiculous movements together had finally broken the ice, the entire group now conversing like good friends.

After a final scan of the front and back yards, you were satisfied with the work and now needed to bring the bags of leaves back to the meeting spot, the last step in determining who would finish first. It was probably unfair to the people in houses furthest away, but it didn’t matter now as you ran.

Thankfully, your younger group members had been smart enough to compact the leaves in the bags, allowing you to stuff only 4 of them full. They were heavier than they would’ve been otherwise, but this meant that you only needed to take one trip back.

You all lumbered towards the meeting spot, bags thumping against your backs, when you saw Grace’s group with 3 full bags do the same. Their front yard looked great, so you nervously picked up the pace and called on your group members to do the same.

After a few more moments, you realized it would be futile despite your efforts. They were traveling at a faster pace, one that your group couldn’t match, but you encouraged everyone on anyways, hoping that there might be perks for second place, too.

As soon as Grace’s group dropped the bags, she turned to you, who was panting as you tossed your own bag down a few feet away.

“HA! Suck on that! We won and you lost!” Grace yelled.

Instead of acting disappointed or offended, your first reaction was to snort in amusement. You could feel Tom looking at you in confusion.

“Wow. Very graceful of you,” you deadpanned, shooting up a brow and then chuckling after.

The rest of your group snickered as well, giving you low fives in appreciation of your comment. Grace only fumed more as she stomped off.

It didn’t take much longer for the rest of the groups to finish up, those who were waiting sitting at picnic tables or messing around on the playground. The teachers had wanted everyone to finish before they judged the yards.

After everyone was back in the meeting place, the entire cohort walked back down the road towards the house Grace worked on.

“Wow, this yard looks great. Looks like you all are the winners after all,” one teacher started, but you quickly raised your hand slightly to interject.

“Are we not also being judged on the backyards?” you feigned innocence, but with the way the corners of your mouth turned up, you couldn’t hide your agenda from the other students. You could see Grace pale from your peripheral.

“Oh right! Of course, I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me, y/n,” she responded as the other two teachers nodded to you as well.

Everyone was then led to the back gate, where the other side told a very different story than the front.

The backyard hardly looked like it had been touched. There was a pile of leaves left in the corner and still some spread around the lawn.

“Oh, wow. Everyone, this is what we meant by saying that finishing first doesn’t mean you will win! Let’s head over to the second place finishers and see if theirs is any better,” another teacher said.

Your group members looked at each other in satisfaction as you headed towards your group’s house, the front yard also looking spotless. All of the teachers were nodding their heads in approval before turning towards the back yard.

“Look at this! It’s perfect! You all did an amazing job here and are the clear winners!” One teacher said.

“How did you finish this so fast?” another asked.

You tossed one arm around Tom while high fiving your other group members.

“I guess teamwork makes the dreamwork,” you laughed.

“But seriously, we dug around on our hands and knees to fill the bags,” Tom explained.

“Well, it paid off. You four are the lucky recipients of free meal vouchers for the diner. Spend them wisely!”

You all “yessed” and fist pumped as you were handed the coupons and started to disperse. As everyone walked back to their cars, they grumbled that there hadn’t even been a point in trying against you and Tom.

Back in the parking lot, you were saying bye to the younger two of your group when a voice called from behind you.

“Hey, y/n. I hope you’re happy,” Grace spat, clearly trying to rile you up. Again, instead of giving her the reaction she wanted, you snorted and held up your meal voucher.

“Oh believe me, I am. Lookin’ forward to a free date with this guy,” you responded, jutting a thumb towards Tom and winking.

Again angered, she only stomped and turned around, leaving you happy to not have to deal with her for the next week.

“Soooo… about that free date,” Tom started once she had slammed herself into her car. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

You and Tom sat in the diner conversing over your order of cheese fries, the only thing you’d be paying for since they didn’t come with a meal.

“So you’re gonna be at the G-parent’s all week?” you asked.

“Well, Monday through Friday, but yeah. My mom likes to go early to help prep food, and my cousins always come up on Wednesday. We all have a giant sleepover in the living room. No one actually sleeps since the floor isn’t all that comfortable, but it’s always the best part of Thanksgiving. Usually one of my aunts comes and yells at us from a bedroom for laughing too loud.”

You chuckled at the image of Tom and his family getting told off for disturbing the peace before replying.

“I can’t imagine. I’ll be out of state through Friday at my own grandparents’. I’m super excited for Black Friday this year because these rhinestone boots I want are going to be on sale. They’ll be perfect for the color’s day dance in January and maybe even graduation. I have a feeling my mom is gonna try to pass them off as a Christmas present, but I plan on spending my own money on them. Probably still gonna wrap them, though.”

“So we’re both going to be back after Friday? We should meet up then. Two weeks out and I’m already pretty nervous about the state final buuuuut,” he reached forward to grab your hand, “hanging out with my pretty girlfriend will hopefully make me feel a little better.”

“Hmmm. While that alone would be great, this pretty girlfriend has a better idea. What about a spa day?” you offered with brows raised.

“Spa day? Like nail polish and makeup and stuff?” Tom asked, confused. You chuckled and shook your head.

“First off, no, I mean like facemasks and massages. And second, don’t knock nail polish till you try it. I personally think it looks hot when a guy wears nail polish. Shows he’s secure in his masculinity,” you winked. Tom’s brows raised in newfound interest.

“Oh yeah? I’m open to trying new things,” he started, making you grin. “Seriously, though, that sounds amazing. We should definitely do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You ate your fries in silence for a bit before Tom cleared his throat.

“Um, actually, there was something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” he said with eyes down. Your stomach dropped and heart picked up pace. Now what was going on?

“Oh? What is it?”

“Well… I met with Mrs. Johnson again Friday and…”

“Friday? When? We were together pretty much all day,” you interrupted. Tom stretched out his fingers, gesturing for you to pause.

“Before the game, before warm ups. She pulled me aside and well… I’m back in the running.”

You perked up. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold on, what? Like… the academic running or..?”

Tom rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Yes, princess. The academic one. You’ve got competition for valedictorian again, so you’d better start stepping it up.”

“Ohhhhh nice try, pal. We both know you can’t beat me,” you teased.

“I guess we’ll just have to see,” he shrugged, earning the toss of a fry right at his face. “But seriously, she said she won’t hold any of what happened against me after all’s said and done. I’m no longer on probation either. Your amazing boy is off the hook.”

“Well my amazing boy had better try staying on the hook because doing this without a semblance of competition was starting to eat away at me.”

“Don’t think that just because we’re dating now I’ll take it easy on you.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, babe.”

A/N: like I said before, it's hard to believe I'm finally getting close to the end. It's like a light at the end of the tunnel. There are definitely still a few more chapters left and the epilogue but it's close!!

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saphirdevil · 1 year

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please dont divorce me...

#limbus company #project moon #lc dante #lc vergilius #verdante #?#fanart #xavi art #save their marriage please #they are on their knees begging that their wife doesnt leave them w the kids

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dollypopup · 12 days

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y'all can all cancel me (again) for this, but if there's even a SHRED of 'who should I pick?' from Penelope in season 3, I am tuning out SO fast because like. . .sorry not sorry, there IS no choice. Debling is some crusty OC suitor she barely even knows and Colin is a man who she has been so supposedly in love with to the point where she'd ruin her entire family's reputation to have a potential love story with him. Penelope and Colin have background, years of knowing each other, intimacy that few people in the Ton can boast of having (letters, conversations about purpose, fights and arguments and makeups) and her and Debling have. . .a dance or two at a ball because he's a rebound for Penelope's broken heart. he means nothing. he has no nuance, he has no weight to the story, he is such an afterthought to me. either I wanna see Penelope going 'you know what? I don't even LIKE this dude. he's. . .fine, but I don't care about him even a shred as much as I care about Colin' or the INSTANT Colin's like 'you know what? we should get married' if it's not an immediate 'say less, you're already my husband, try returning me without the receipt, Debling whomst?' then I don't want it!

like. . .it's just so frustrating to see all the 'I hope Debling sweeps her off her feet and she rejects Colin's proposal and she makes him work for it and and and-' nonsense from the fandom and it's always tagged and no matter how many times I block it, it just keeps popping up. I go into the Polin tag for POLIN. I don't give a SHIT about a male love interest other than Colin. Not one. Not a shred. Not an iota.

and also. . .Debling has the 'benefit' of not having depth, or character traits, or HISTORY, so peeps can project onto him however they want, but I'm calling it now, there is NOTHING he could do or be that would make me like him more than Colin. Colin will always hit different, and I will always love him more. and if Pen's not on that same page? lol bye

you want me to believe Penelope and Colin are soulmates and it's romance for her to hem and haw about how difficult a decision it is for her to marry a stranger who knows barely anything about her. . .

when Marina was out here dropping banger lines like 'You were the only man with which I could see myself being happy' and 'I do not care about any of these men, where is Colin?'? like hello??? and she wasn't even fully in love with him!!!! but we'll demonize her until the cows come home in our fandom and make her the villain in Polin's love story for DARING to get in between Polin, yet Debling, a white man, is a darling dear perfect prince for getting in between Polin? existing in our fandom solely so Penelope can be like 'lol, Colin ain't shit, let me entertain any and everyone else'?

if that's the direction it goes then, ten toes down and on my mama, she doesn't deserve Colin and she can move because I'm on my way to court him my damn self

and that's that on that

#you know what? lol it's been a bit since i've posted a controversial opinion #tagging it #polin #sorry not sorry i ship polin. . .so i wanna see. . .polin. . .and i'm getting damn sick and tired #of all the bullshit pen/oc pen/other dude theories and stories in the polin tag #and i don't want polin to lose screentime over a frankly bleh male oc #you can't change my mind #if i don't see at least marina's 'you've seen him with the little bridgertons!' level of squee and 'i only want to talk to colin'#levels of devotion then i don't fucking WANT IT!!!!!#yeah definitely try out the marriage market #realize that NO ONE has a good time on the marriage market #try to get over him w/ whomstever #but then be like 'i don't even LIKE this dude where's colin i miss him' about it!!!!!#because otherwise i am not here #i am asleep #and i am courting colin in your place pen #i'm coming for your man #anti debling #if debling has 100 haters i am one of them if he has 10 haters i'm one of them if he has 1 hater i am the hater if he has 0 haters i'm dead #it's incredibly obvious that 'pebling' is half rooted in a revenge storyline fueled by anger at Colin and his complexity #and half a projection of wanting Penelope to have 'choices' because she is a representation and manifestation of the fans themselves #and so people think an OC that can be 'perfect' for them- whoops I mean Pen (because he doesn't have any real depth or interest)#he's a cardboard cutout we can throw whatever you want onto #so we can make him 'perfect' instead of the much more meaningful storyline of pen and colin both being messy and loving each other more #and part of it is bitterness over Polin not being insta-love #which. . .if it was i wouldn't like them as much as i do #anyways y'all ain't slick #and it's fucking WEIRD to be in a fandom that's like 'i ship this couple but i hope she gets with ANYONE else'#maybe you. . .don't ship the couple??#like. . .to the point of wanting her necklace to be from debling. . .and her wearing it everywhere??? WHAT??

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