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Firewall!

(A warning before we start with this essay: This got really really long. So sorry about that. I also wrote this before watching a lot of the later episodes again, so if I get any facts wrong, assume I realize and correct my mistakes over the course of this monstrous dissertation on Mega Man Fully Charged. I also included some more pictures down there! Have fun reading! Also TW for implied self harm, but it's really mild this time.)

Hey everyone, welcome back to the next episode of "Mega Man essays with Jenny"! Oh hey, would you look at that, the essay even comes with a little picture attached to it. ;)

This time, the title of this piece was also inspired by a song. I recently discovered the band TWRP. Their newest album, "Digital Nightmare" is a must-listen for all robot enjoyers such as myself. It's really really good. "Firewall" is a song that immediately made me think of Fireman and Waveman. Fireman building up a wall and not letting anyone get close, only for Waveman to come by and break it apart with a wrecking ball of love? Truly beautiful.

With that out of the way... I'm glad I finally get to talk about these two, since I didn't get the opportunity to write something about them on my last few posts. I gotta say that some of my headcanons for them kinda build onto the stuff from my first few posts, so if you haven't read them yet... Now's your chance to do that.

Time to analyze some episodes!

Let's start at the very beginning with episode 1 and 2, most people's first exposure to the series and also Firemans debut:

Fireman used to work as a welder, but lost that job after he caused some property damage at the construction site. He also almost pushed his HR guy off the roof, but only after he insulted him, telling him he should be a fry cook if he can't do his job properly. So after facing workplace discrimination and getting fired (pun not intended) because he retaliated in a pretty bad way, Fireman joined Lord Obsidian, who for sure offered him some way to get revenge on all the ignorant humans who only see him and all the other robots as tools to use.

Headcanon time! I honestly don't think Fireman caused the damage on purpose, I actually imagine him to be quite diligent, hardworking and reliable. The perfect worker one could say, if it weren't for his terrible anger issues. He probably had a particularly bad day back then. The HR guy insulting the abilities he had honed over years of honest work was probably the last straw for him.

Another headcanon is that he's so massively pissed off every time we see him because Lord Obsidian just keeps stoking the flames, by which I mean, he's just continuously insulting him while keeping him in check with his giant mech suit. Fireman just can't catch a break. And because he's so stressed out and irritated all the time, he let's that anger out on innocent (puny) humans. But as you probably know, he gets better later on in the show.

After watching that first episode again, Fireman also seems to care a lot about his personal space, as he angrily yells at Aki to get off after he climbs on his back to get a hold of his schematics easier. While on top of his tank, he also tells Fireman that he's got a lot of issues and to see someone about that. I mean, we knew that already. He also tells him to take up yoga or something.

On to episode 2. And oh man, Sgt. Night really told Fireman to wreak havoc in the city so that he can spread his anti-robot propaganda among the panicking townsfolk, with a speech that sounds as if he practiced it in front of a mirror the night before. At that point in time, the viewer doesn't even know who Lord Obsidian is, neither do they know that he and Sgt. Night are the same person. Night is probably riling Fireman up on purpose, since he already knows about his fiery temper, hoping that one or two injured humans may be enough to throw the town into disharmony again, or even better, start another war between humans and robots.

After shenanigans ensue and Aki, his family and Sgt. Edgelord vanish down a manhole cover, Fireman visibly struggles to get it open with his torch arms. A problem he has in common with Drillman, who's also missing his hands. But I've already talked enough about Drillman and his personal problems on my other post. Maybe he and Fireman bonded a little over their shared plight, even though the red bot doesn't let it affect him as much as Drillman. For Waveman, my personal headcanon is that he actually has at least one retractable hand, as in, he can replace his blaster or his harpoon with a hand at any time, just like Mega Man can with his arm cannon. There is a reason for that, which I'll explain when we get to episode 12.

Skipping forward a bit, at the very end of the episode, when the Lights and all the school kids (human and robot alike) surround Sgt. Night to protect him from Firemans wrath and show him the power of love and friendship, we find out that Firemans main goal was to burn that big robot racist to a crisp. All the other humans would have just been collateral damage, lol.

Now here start the questions. It's been a while since I've watched these two episodes. So color me surprised when in the last few seconds, as Fireman is carefully tiptoeing into Lord Obsidians office, his personality completely flipped from when he was fighting Mega Man in the city, Sgt. Night just sits there in the chair with his whole human mug out. I thought the bots didn't know he was a human???? Wasn't that the whole point of the season finale??????? Well, he was sitting in complete darkness, so I don't know. I'll need to investigate this further...

Pausing that line of thought for a second, let's continue with episode 5, otherwise known as Wavemans debut episode.

Compared to Fireman, Waveman has his very own bundle of problems to deal with. As we come to know over the course of the episode, the guy has some extreme attachment issues. And also an extreme fixation on cleanliness. In a desperate search for his only friend, he's giving the city a nice makeover along the way. Even if that makeover includes flooding a dozen basements and costing the city millions in infrastructure damage. Compared to the other robot masters we've seen this far, Wavemans powers are by far the most powerful and destructive. If his powers weren't so dependent on his current emotional state, Lord Obsidian would have a terrifying bot on his side. (I'll come back to that thought later) Sadly for him, this is Waveman we're talking about. The same guy who got beaten up and thrown into jail by a literal dog.

Speaking of animals, Waveman seems to have a huge soft spot for them, immediately stopping his hostile behavior towards Mega Man when he spots Rush next to him. This is also the point where we get to know that "his only friend" that he's been trying to find for the entire episode is a literal alligator he found in the sewers.

At the very end of the episode, when Waveman is already behind bars in the police cruiser, he and the viewer actually catch one last glimpse at Alligator (that's the name he decided to give it.), who's randomly wearing a top hat, monocle and holding a walking cane. It shakes its head at Waveman disappointingly and then jumps back down into the sewers it came from. I'm gonna be ignoring its sudden fancy getup.

Knowing Waveman, the true story of his alligator friend was probably a little different from the one he told Aki. I firmly believe that he found the little guy injured and/or starving and nursed it back to health. So far, so good. Any normal person would have released an animal like this back into the wild, or at least given it into the care of a wildlife rescue organization. But not Waveman. He must have been really, and I mean REALLY lonely if he came to the conclusion that he should keep an alligator as a pet to combat that loneliness. The alligator probably "got lost" on purpose, as I can imagine that Waveman must have been pretty overbearing regarding his only friend. That poor little bot. If he just had someone to give all his affection to...

And with that we're back to Fireman, who graces us with his presence once again just one episode later, in the sixth one. In the first few seconds, he already drops a bombshell on Aki (and us), as he reveals that he's actually seeing a robot therapist to work on his anger problems. Good for him. He also really took Akis advice to heart and started doing yoga as well. Fireman might be the only robot in this series who's actively trying to work on his problems.

The things he says in this episode are a little worrying though: Opposite to Sgt. Nights anti robot propaganda, Fireman is constantly trash-talking humans in this episode, trying and failing to convince Aki to join the "right side". The phrases he uses sound to me as if they were made up by Lord Obsidian and Fireman is just repeating them mindlessly.

And with that, we've finally reached episode 12, the long awaited Fireman/Waveman special. As you may know, Waveman and Fireman are the only robot masters who had the privilege of sharing an episode (If we forget about the finale and the few one hit wonder scenes later on for a minute), which may be one of the reasons a lot of people ship them in the first place. I am one of them, lol. I mean, the episode is literally titled "Opposites Attract", like come on.

From the moment they first interact, it's not looking good for us Fire/Wave truthers, since they can't exchange a single word without insulting each other or shooting each other in the face with their blasters. I have a suspicion that their animosity is mostly fueled by their current terrible living and working conditions. They both know that in the case their assigned mission fails, their asses are toast. Episode 2 already established that Fireman is scared of Lord Obsidian. And if the biggest, baddest bot out of the bunch gets all skittish whenever he's in the presence of his employer/benefactor (Was it ever established if they get paid for this? Or if they get anything else in return except maybe a shitty warehouse to stay in?), it's not looking good for the rest of these robots. Most of all Waveman, who's already emotionally unstable to begin with.

This episode is set up in a way that Fireman and Waveman act as a sort of foil to Aki and Suna, who are also having a fight about their differing opinions at the same time. After the two siblings split up and try to deal with the problem at hand on their own, the scene shifts back to the two bots, with Waveman actually trying to bury the hatchet, calling Fireman "friend" and helping him calm down a little by getting him to do breathing exercises with him. Fireman appreciates this gesture, but immediately gets stressed again because Waveman isn't tuning his machine fast enough for his liking.

Speaking of this machine... It has a very similar color scheme and pattern to the water bot, so it's probably safe to assume that Waveman is the one responsible for building it. That's why I think he actually has retractable hands. How else could he have built this giant, highly complex machine? How does he even know how to construct things like this?? One more fact to add to the "Waveman is secretly really capable" list. Or he just stole the thing from his old job. I dunno.

One skipped Rush scene later, Suna is beginning to clog the pipe the two robots used to drain the lake with junk she found lying around, agitating Waveman, who then says (And I quote): "Hey! She's- she's touching my machine! Oh, I hate it when people touch my machine... E- except for you, new friend." He says that last part while looking back at Fireman with a goofy expression on his face. It's so damn cute. He's just so happy to finally have a friend that isn't a wild animal! (Well...) The feeling doesn't seem to be mutual quite yet, as Fireman is still sporting the same sour expression he had before.

Now this next thing was just thanks to my impeccable hearing. The first time I watched Fully Charged, I did so in my living room, lying around on the couch while my TV was on the other side of the room. The actual line Waveman says after they get interrupted by Mega Man is "We got this, Fireface!", which, yeah, makes a lot more sense than the thing I heard. I kid you not, I really thought I heard him say "We got this, Firebabe!". I was actually flabbergasted, scrambled for the remote and had to rewind the video. Kinda disappointed that he didn't really call Fireman his "babe", but whatever. Moving on.

Fireman isn't exactly happy about being called "Fireface", but Waveman just tells him that friends normally give nicknames to each other. He really could have picked a better one, though. Like... you know... Firebabe? No, I guess that would have just made him even angrier.

This scene also makes me think that Waveman is just a tiny bit overenthusiastic about making a new friend, trying to force Fireman out of his grumpy shell a little too fast for the red bots liking. (This will also come back later when I get into heavy headcanon territory.)

The next scene, where Waveman slides down the pump cable like freaking Shadow the Hedgehog and then flips around in the air like a star athlete, only to stick a perfect landing directly in front of the clogged pump is another piece of evidence to me that Waveman is just all in all a really badass, capable bot. If his emotions allow him to be, that is.

When he and Fireman reunite at the bottom of the drained lake, still trying to find Suna, Fireman returns the favor and also gives Waveman a nickname, though his one seems to be a little mean spirited, as he's slowly losing his patience with the water bot. Waveman is completely oblivious to Firemans cold attitude, calling him "chief" and complimenting his leadership skills. Even Suna is grossed out by Wavemans continuous (bad) attempts at flirting, which results in her saying the truly amazing line "Eugh, it's an evil robot love fest over there." Seeing Waveman try so hard to be Firemans friend is actually a little sad to watch, even more if you factor in the knowledge we uncovered in his debut episode. But lucky for him, Fireman is actually warming up to all the compliments, saying that he never imagined himself as a leader.

And now for the most homophobic moment in Mega Man history: As Suna and Aki finally make up, they hatch the ultimate plan to stop the two bots from completing their evil scheme: breaking up their newly blossomed friendship by riling them up against each other! Truly, truly evil of them. Tactically speaking it's a good plan, but ruining all that character growth that happened in the past two minutes just to stop this weeks evil scheme? Genuinely diabolical. As the two robots fight over who of them is in charge, Aki actually finds out for the first time that there is a "boss" controlling all these wayward robots.

Aaaaaalso huge lore drop: I didn't remember this fact from my first watch-through, but Fireman actually seems to be the guy who got Waveman on Lord Obsidians team of robot outcasts in the first place, i.e. breaking him out of prison for causing millions in property damages. He's reeeeaaaally holding that fact over Wavemans head in this scene. Their little fight gets broken up by Suna starting the pump once again, sucking both of them in and spitting them out over the skyscrapers and into the cloudy sky, where you can still hear Fireman cursing even after they've flown out of sight.

Post episode / headcanon time: While the two of them may spend most of the episode arguing due to their different personalities (and after the siblings tricked them into fighting again after they had actually began to tolerate each other), I firmly believe that since the episode ends on the note that people can still get along great even if they have very differing opinions and worldviews, they eventually get over their disagreement and make up. Maybe even start talking outside of their very important Obsidian-assigned missions. Maybe even become real, true friends.

But before we can even think of that happening, the two of them are still free falling over the city. Now the writers probably thought this Team-Rocket-esque takeoff was a fun little bit to end the episode on and most people wouldn't even think about what happens to them afterwards, since this is a god damn children's cartoon we're talking about and falls from great heights aren't taken very serious in this show in general, but I'm weird and I love overthinking stuff, so I thought of an aftermath to that scenario:

Metal is pretty heavy. So if a 1000 kilo robot like Fireman hits the concrete from 30 meters in the air, that's not gonna end well. He'd probably be reduced to a million tiny pieces. That's why I'm gonna throw them a bone and say that they crash-land in the forest, where their fall at least gets absorbed a little by the branches of the trees.

While they're getting launched through the air, Fireman is still cursing up a storm, thinking that this is gonna be the end of him. Waveman on the other hand spontaneously decides that he would rather die than let his new friend get hurt, so he grabs onto Fireman and just hopes for the best. They do thankfully land in a tree, so they at least don't get blasted to bits. Waveman breaks most of their fall, getting skewered by twigs on the way down and then crushed by the red bots bulky frame, but other than that, they're both okay.

As soon as he recovers from this near-death experience and once he realizes what just happened, the first thing Fireman does is angrily yell at the other robot next to him on the ground, but not out of anger, but out of genuine concern. What does he think he's doing? Why would he use his lanky little body to shield him from the fall? Is he insane???

Waveman meanwhile is just glad that they both got out of that situation kinda unharmed. He also immediately starts crying, but only because he's so touched at Firemans concern over him.

In the end, Fireman has to carry both himself and the other bot back to Lord Obsidian's shack for wayward robots, where they're probably gonna get an additional asskicking for failing their mission so spectacularly.

Headcanon scenario over. Let's carry on then...

Okay, now the next Waveman episode is number 21, but before that, we need to make a very important pit stop at episode 16, since it basically unravels half of my headcanons. So. It turns out the robot masters DO know that Lord Obsidian is a human. Then why are they following him??? Why are they surprised when it turns out that he wasn't just pretending to be a turbo robo-racist? They're all so freaking scared of him, Jesus Christ! In episode 19, Fireman is visibly shaking after Sgt. Night premieres his giant mech suit. Why are they following him? I know for a fact that Sgt. Night threatened Blastowoman into joining his side, but what about the others?

I mean, most of the robots Lord Obsidian recruited have no other place to go. Chemistryman lost his teaching job and was probably facing homelessness, same as Drillman, who was probably disowned by his father after trying to take revenge on Skyraisers Inc. Fireman was deemed unhirable after almost killing his HR guy, Waveman is literally a wanted criminal after flooding half the city and so on and so on. The only exception is probably Cutman, who just likes being evil for the lulz. (I'm joking)

So is this like one of these cults that you can't get out of once they have you in their hands? And even when you try to leave or show signs of disloyalty, you get endlessly harassed or even killed? (We'll come back to that last thought after we reach episode 43.) Okay, maybe I'm just interpreting way too much into this children's show once again. Now let's get into episode 21.

This is for the most part a Rush episode. The pooch gets some awesome new upgrades after almost getting turned into kibble by Lord Obsidian, so Aki and Suna spend the whole episode building a robot from scratch to help Rush overcome his fears. While they are hard at work, Waveman is just casually trying to flood the financial district. Kinda based of him. (His puns while he's being shown on TV are also fantastic. Aquaman could learn a thing or two from him.)

Aki and Suna ignore Rushs pleads for attention, so the brave little dog decides to go battle the aquatic robot master on his own.

While Rush is busy saving a kitty and some civilians falling off of roofs, Waveman is once again spinning and flipping around in the air and swinging around the houses with his harpoon like freaking Spiderman. God, he can be so awesome when he wants to be. After getting his ass bitten by Rush, he almost immediately gets distracted again because he just can't resist the doggo's adorableness, due to his already established weakness to cute animals. Or all animals, I guess. Alligators aren't exactly what I'd call cute...

He regains his senses and starts fighting back after Rush gets out his laser eyes, however. Unfortunately for Waveman, afterwards, he just gets thrown around like a rag doll for the rest of the episode. By a dog. And to add salt to the injury, after Rush flies him over into the waiting hands of the good guild, the police bots hang him upside down by the feet and pose with him like he's a particularly big fish they caught on a fishing trip. There's even a reporter taking pictures for the newspaper. Ouch.

This probably means Fireman had to break him out of prison again after this episode ends, but that shouldn't be a problem, since the good guild bots are hilariously bad at their jobs.

I imagine Lord Obsidian wasn't very pleased that one of his robots got himself beaten up so badly by Mega Mans pet dog on live television, so Fireman actually had to plead with his boss to keep his friend on the team at all. For all Sgt. Night cared, Waveman could have spent the rest of his life in prison. Thank god he's got Fireman on his side now. Anyway, carrying on...

In between this and the next Fireman episode (34), nothing really happens related to them, so I'm just gonna skip forward to one of my personal favorites of the show, "Fire Man in the Hole":

This episode takes place on and in a freaking active volcano, that's apparently right next to the city. Aki, Suna and Ashley are filming a documentary for a school project, but accidentally drop their camera down the title-giving hole. It lands right next to Fireman, who's powering up his fire powers with a machine created by Lord Obsidian, with the goal of heating up his flames to a high enough temperature to melt right through Dr. Lights doors. This is accomplished by somehow converting the lava into energy that turns Firemans flames blue and therefore much more dangerous.

The big bad boss warns Fireman not to go too far with the machine, as using it too much could cause the volcano to erupt. Somehow. You can tell he doesn't have any faith in Fireman, as he yells at him not to mess up again. You can visibly see the robots face dropping at the particularly emphasized "again".

After Aki jumps down into the volcano to search for their camera, Fireman can be seen using his newfound power completely recklessly, even disregarding his bosses orders. This is the first time in the series where he just openly disobeys Sgt. Night, possibly foreshadowing that he's had enough of being pushed around by the human. He repeats "And nobody can stop me!" three times in a row (the first two times Sgt. Night even hears him say it), before Mega Man comes around and does try to stop him. But not because he cares about his evil plan or anything like that, he simply wants the camera back to impress Ashley and Fireman happens to stand right next to it. The robot sees this as the perfect opportunity to try out his powered up blasters, so he gleefully moves the camera out of the way and tells Aki to fight him for it.

During their fight, you can clearly see that Fireman has gone mad with power, not even sparing one thought to the warning Sgt. Night gave him about the volcano erupting. He fires at Mega Man in reckless abandon, who desperately tries to plead with him and get him to calm down, but without avail. This destabilizes the walls around them even more, causing the lava to rise and stones to fall from the ceiling. A particularly big one eventually traps Aki, causing him to be unable to move, making Fireman celebrate his apparent victory.

He was completely on board with the idea of just leaving this poor robot child to boil alive in the erupting volcano, only stopping in his tracks after he realizes that there's no way for him to get out as well. After lamenting that no one told him this could happen (seriously?), Aki chimes in as well, saying that they were too busy fighting each other to notice the rising lava.

Fireman doesn't take this comment from Aki very well, yelling at him that he was doing totally fine until he showed up, basically blaming the kid for all the failures he suffered under Lord Obsidians command. The stress from the situation makes him break into an entire monologue, venting to Aki that all he wants is to make his boss proud for once in his life, yet all he does is fail him again and again. There's a scene at the end of his little montage of failures where he tries to cook something for Sgt. Night and all the robots on his team, but ends up burning the whole thing to a crisp right in front of their eyes. Thank god he didn't really end up becoming a fry cook. Because he would suck at that job too. (Too far, Jenny. Too far.)

The voice acting during this moment is impeccable, by the way. You can just hear Firemans frustration and anger at his own continuous failures come to a (literal) boiling point in this scene. After he finishes his tirade, he just let's himself down on the ground next to Aki, seemingly left with no hope and willing to spend his last moments with his greatest adversary, getting swallowed by the rising lava.

Our protagonist hasn't given up however. He tries to appeal to Fireman one last time, telling him that if they work together, they could still try to stop the volcano from erupting and save the city. After some convincing, the red bot eventually agrees to this, blasting away the rocks that were pinning Aki to the ground and helping him up.

As they're blasting the cave wall in a desperate attempt to redirect the flow of the lava, Fireman starts doubting himself again, saying that they're never gonna be able to do this before they get their feet melted off. The little blue bot is determined, though. He encourages Fireman and tells him to believe in himself, which eventually leads to them successfully breaking through the wall, saving not only themselves, but also the whole city.

Fireman visibly relaxes after this, even laughing and giving Aki a fist (blaster?) bump, glad that he finally did something right. Mega Man even praises him, saying that his boss might not be proud of him, but he sure is. You can tell that Fireman is completely taken aback by this, clearly not used to being complimented (Let's just disregard Waveman for a minute, who absolutely showers him with compliments every opportunity he gets), but he greatly appreciates this regardless, even if he doesn't show it. He kicks the camera they've been fighting over back to Aki and then leaves as quickly as he can, before any of them have to acknowledge what just happened between them.

This encounter probably planted a seed inside of Firemans processor. Why should he settle for someone like Obsidian, who doesn't appreciate a single thing he does? Who terrorizes him every single day of his life? Maybe, just maybe... The good side isn't so bad after all?

And with that lovely thought in our heads we finally get to Fireman's last canonical appearance, episode 43.

We start out in Dr. Lights lab, where he and Mega Man discuss the identity of the mysterious bot who's been bothering them for basically the entire season. Dr. Light brings up second chances and asks Mega Man to consider giving the little edgy guy another try to become a good bot. Even though he has only ever shown hostility to everyone he's ever interacted with. Oh well. But as Dr. Light goes on about second chances, the scene switches to the dark warehouse Sgt. Night and his bots call their home and Fireman storms inside the command center angrily.

If we compare this scene to some others from the first few episodes, you can immediately tell that Firemans entire attitude towards his boss has shifted completely. Instead of cowering away and keeping his voice low, in this scene he's just openly berating him, complaining that he and the other bots still don't know what his plan entails and that they're still just standing around talking to each other instead of actually doing something to take over the city.

Sgt. Night doesn't let these harsh words phase him, instead linking their stagnant efforts to Firemans incompetence. To say he doesn't take that well would be an understatement. But now, instead of just accepting this mistreatment and swallowing his pride, Fireman actually gets so mad that he charges at Sgt. Night, intending to attack him. He only gets stopped by his bosses (child) body guard, who loudly proclaims that Fireman will have to go through him first.

The fiery bot takes that as a challenge and announces his willingness to duel the other robot. Sgt. Night suddenly turns around, having just thought that a battle right in the middle of his office would make for good entertainment. And since he's grown tired of Firemans disobedience anyway, he probably thinks this is a good way to test out his child's fighting capabilities on someone other than Mega Man.

Before Namagem can even begin to shit-talk him, Fireman already hits him over the head with one of his blasters, officially starting their fight. The animation during this fight and in this episode in general are really freaking good. Man of Action living up to their name, finally.

After Sgt. Night lets out a cartoonishly evil laugh, Fireman and Namagem continue exchanging blows and insults, until one particularly heavy punch by the smaller bot sends Fireman flying up into the busy streets of the city, seemingly coming out of a manhole? This implies that Sgt. Night and his bots just live down in the sewers?? This is even worse than a shitty warehouse!

This also puts the conversation between Fireman and Waveman at the end of episode 12 into a completely different light: Fireman was mocking him for the fact that he used to clean sewers before they recruited him... While currently living in the sewers himself? Not that much of a moral high ground, my man...

Anyway, now that their little kerfuffle has reached the city and the townspeople are panicking, Mega Man decides to investigate. Unsurprisingly, the fighting bots don't want to be interrupted and shoot at him, even momentarily pausing their fight for this. The shot where they both fire their blasters at Mega Man also made me realize something: I called Namagem the "smaller bot" before, since I assumed he was just as tall as Aki (Y'know, cause they're twins and all that. Oops, Spoiler.), but it turns out he's actually the same size as Fireman, if not half a foot taller! (I have no idea how much that is in centimeters. Okay I looked it up and it's like 15. That's a pretty big difference.) But since he's cheating with his "battle armor" I'm still gonna call him the smaller bot.

After continuing their battle through various parts of the city, including an art museum and Dr. Lights garden, where yet another gardener gets traumatized by the destruction of a prized bonsai tree, they eventually end up in the forest, where their fight finally reaches its climax.

Aki and Mini discuss the possibility of winning Fireman over for the good guys, since he helped them back in the volcano, but are interrupted in their planning by Namagem just absolutely wiping the floor with the fire bot, causing Aki to jump to his rescue and punch his dark counterpart in the chest.

Apparently, Namagem inherited some of his "fathers" more cruel traits, like standing above Fireman and holding his blaster straight to his face, very slowly powering it up, watching with delight as his victim awaits his final moments. Well, until Aki comes in.

The blue bomber quickly explains that he's only helping Fireman to save the city. After the other bot takes a second to recover from yet another near-death experience, he also tells Aki that he's only "letting him" save him because he hates the other guy more than him. These are good enough reasons for them to work together for a while.

And wouldn't you know, it's like they're naturals working with each other, because only a few moments later, they're absolutely tag-teaming Namagem, hitting him with fire blasts from every possible angle. Sadly, this strategy only works for a short while before Namagem brings out his own fire powers, throwing them into the air in the process. After they land back on the ground, there's even more shots coming straight for Mega Man, but Fireman actually gets in front of him to shield him from the attack, completely unprompted.

After that adorable display of camaraderie, they get right back to the battle and actually manage to overheat Namagems blaster, which gives them the opportunity to trap their enemy in a fiery vortex. A little goofy and over the top, but who cares. I'm not gonna spend any time talking about this episodes reveal related to Akis brother, since this is an essay about Fireman and Waveman and not him. And these episode summaries already take up a lot of time and space. Man. I really hope there isn't a word limit for tumblr posts.

Before Fireman can return the earlier favor and blast a hole into the defeated bots head, Mega Man obviously stops him, saying something along the lines of "Don't let anger make you a monster like him! Give him the second chance you want yourself to have!" This combined with the downed robots gasping breaths, suddenly sounding much more like a young boy than the scary guard dog of his boss, makes Fireman slowly lowers his blaster, eventually powering it off completely.

Mega Man is visibly relieved, flashing Fireman a genuine smile. But then... Before the episode can end on this happy note and officially kick-start the fire bots redemption, Namagem musters the last bit of his strength, shooting Fireman straight into his exposed back, instantly punishing his decision to show a little bit of vulnerability. He collapses into Akis arms, who can't help but scream in terror. After laying him on the ground and realizing that Namagem escaped while he wasn't paying attention, he softly reassures Fireman, telling him that Dr. Light will fix him up "in no time". Mega Man also tells him that he's finally free of his "master". All the red bot has left in him before he passes out is to groan in pain and mutter a defeated sounding "Uh huh."

Standing over his companions still body, Mega Man suddenly develops a taste for revenge, saying that he'll take Namagem down by any means necessary.

And this, ladies and gentleman, is the last thing we ever see of Fireman. For all the rest of the season cares, he might as well be dead. If you were one of the people who thought that he would heroically save the Light family out of a tough situation in the finale (like me), you might have been a little disappointed. "He'll fix you up in no time" my ass. But the one good thing about this is that it leaves me with much more room for headcanons.

So what happens after this episode? Fireman gets taken in by Dr. Light for repairs and Namagem returns to Sgt. Night with the news that the traitorous bot has been taken care of. (He leaves out the part where he got his ass kicked.) There's just one little problem with this: What do they tell the other robots? If they tell them that they had to get rid of Fireman for becoming a little too disobedient, I don't think that'll go over well. Especially when it comes to one bot in particular...

So to avoid Waveman going absolute sicko mode on them, they come up with a different story. They call the robot masters together for a meeting, where they tell them with a (not so) heavy heart that Fireman sadly perished in a fight against Mega Man, who showed no mercy in executing him.

Waveman is utterly devastated. Just as he finally found a true friend in this world, he gets taken away again. Why does the universe want him to be alone so bad?

The other bots take the news equally as bad. Fireman may have been a short-fused, grumpy hothead, but he was the robot that's been at Sgt. Nights side the longest of them all, someone dependable they could ask for advice when they needed it. And that Mega Man supposedly offlined him? Was his usual friendliness all just an act to hide his true nature as Dr. Lights killing machine?

But before Sgt. Night can actually celebrate the fact that the robots really believe his made up story, he has to ban Waveman from the base, as he slowly begins to flood everything with his tears.

As Sgt. Night has come to realize over the short time of working with Waveman, his emotions are usually very fickle, so he hopes that he'll come back to his senses in the next few hours. But the hours eventually turn into days. He's not gonna stop crying, isn't he?

Waveman gets so comically depressed after Firemans apparent "death" that he floods entire stretches of land with his tears, with no signs of stopping. It's only after Sgt. Night has to get out his row boat that he sends the other bots to try and cheer him up. Pictured here: The grouchy evil mastermind a second before kicking Drillman into the water.

Please disregard the random gray warehouse to the side, as I drew this exactly one day before finding out Sgt. Night and his gang live in the sewers. (It also felt so freaking wrong drawing Elecman without his ever-present shit eating grin. Feels kinda out of character.)

Anyway, in between episode 43 and the finale there are just a few more episodes, but we can basically skip them all because Fireman bit the dust and Waveman is too busy being taken over by an all-consuming sadness over losing his only friend yet again. He does appear shortly for one episode, but he doesn't say a single word and just gets absolutely blasted by Mega Man. Sgt. Night was probably hoping for him and the other robots to try and take revenge on his blue adversary, but since Fireman isn't there to shield them from all of his abuse anymore, maybe they're starting to doubt his plans and the story he told them about the fire bots passing?

(Side note before we talk about the finale: I know I said this was an essay about Fireman and Waveman, but I just rewatched "This Is Not A Drill", which comes two episodes after Firemans demise and it's sooo much worse than I remembered. At the end, Drillman Senior literally says "I never should have had kids!", which is just. Yeah. A great thing to say to your depressed child, who's probably at the lowest point in his life and stuck in a criminal organization whose boss is taking advantage of him and his insecurities. The "moral" this episode ends on just makes me so unreasonably angry. But you already knew that. Anyway, tangent over.)

I'm not gonna talk about the finale that thoroughly because this essay is already way longer than I ever imagined it would be. Sorry, this got really out of hand for some reason.

So Lord Obsidian brought the entire gang to Dr. Lights doorstep, where they do everything in their power to blast down his doors to get to the Mega key. But before they can even make it past the first glass door, they get a taste of the Light families awesome teamwork. I can't imagine Lord Obsidian wasted much time on maintenance for his robot army, so at this point, half of them are already battered and falling apart thanks to their repeated defeats at the hands of Mega Man. This would also explain how three people and their dog can successfully fend off an entire brigade of armed battle robots.

Waveman barely gets any moment to show off his hidden battle prowess, instead getting used more as the comic relief in this tense battle sequence. The one time he aims his hook straight for Akis head, it gets snatched away by Rush and he's thrown around in the air yet again.

As the battle continues and Aki ends up facing off against Lord Obsidian and Namagem alone, the remaining Lights wipe the floor with the robot masters in the meantime, tying them all up into a nice package for the good guild. After that comes the massive lore dump at the end:

One very important fact that gets revealed here (except for the brother thing) is that Daini was stolen away "shortly before the hard age ended". So that means, I was completely off with my 30 years. I know that they were originally built to be used as weapons in the war, but were given a second chance by Dr. Light wiping their minds clean. Which is.... uh... kinda fucked. Dr. Light out here just casually building child soldiers. But nevermind that, I guess the hard age wasn't that long ago after all. So instead of 30 years, it was more like 15 years? That's my new estimate, at least. I'm going off the fact that Aki and Suna are still in middle school.

This doesn't affect my existing headcanons as badly as I thought at first. One final side note before I get back to Fireman and Waveman: As I headcanonend on one of my last posts, Woodman and Drillman Senior actually used to be friends before the wooden bot went MIA. This 15 year shift means that Woodman actually got the chance to meet Drillman Junior as a child. That's actually kinda sweet. (Which reminds me of something, do all the robot masters have actual names like Cutman and Chemistryman? If Drillman were to have one, his parents probably called him something stupid like Drilliam. Lol.)

Anyway, now back to the post finale headcanons: After spending a moment to cope with all the stuff that happened with Sgt. Night and Daini, the Lights make their way to the good guild to tell the robot masters the truth about their boss and set them on the path to rehabilitation.

Surprising them, Waveman just straight up refuses to listen, still thinking that Aki killed his beloved Fireman. The two kids are kinda shocked at this revelation, since they thought the two robots despised each other after the stunt they pulled at the lake. Clearly not. Aki also finally makes sense of the fact that Waveman definitely tried to kill him with his harpoon in that last battle on purpose. A little concerning.

But the misunderstanding soon gets resolved, as Dr. Light had the foresight to bring Fireman along with them, who was understandably pissed off that they didn't get him out of stasis before the showdown with Sgt. Night occurred. But it all happened so fast, what can you do?

The second Waveman catches sight of the fire bot, he immediately breaks down the force field of the cell that's holding him, shocking not only the Lights, but also the good guild bots who were standing close by. (Seems like it's not the first time he's broken himself out of jail...) Before the police bots can do anything to stop him, Waveman is already jumping into Firemans arms, who barely has any time to react, but catches him regardless. It doesn't take two seconds before Waveman is already bawling his eyes out yet again, though this time out of relief that his friend is okay.

Fireman is a little bit overwhelmed with the situation, feeling guilty that his reckless battle against Daini and his subsequent disappearance apparently left his friend so horribly depressed.

Speaking of horribly depressed: Aki and his family finally get to tell the other robots the truth about Lord Obsidians plans while Fireman and Waveman are busy with their reunion. The robots are clearly disgusted with the things Sgt. Night had planned for them once he got his hands on the Mega key, questioning why they were even helping such a monster in the first place. To help speed their rehabilitation along, Dr. Light puts in a few good words for them, since he and the good guild work together quite closely. While he, Aki and Suna are busy getting the rest of the robot masters out of their cells (and patching up Drillmans arms...), Waveman has finally shed enough tears and calms down again. Kinda. He's so glad to finally have Fireman back that he accidentally blurts out a love confession.

Huh.

Fireman is at a loss for words. Needless to say, he's also glad to finally be reunited with his friend again, but isn't he moving a little too fast? Before he can think about it too long, he tells Waveman that he feels the same way.

I imagine this is going to become a common theme over the course of their newfound relationship. Waveman being way too overenthusiastic about the stuff they do, taking everything way too fast for Fireman to comfortably keep up with. If they don't talk about this, this could potentially lead to problems.

But they will make this work. I believe in them.

And that's where I'm gonna stop with the headcanons. I have plenty more, possibly enough to fill another one of these essays, but man, I have a full time job. I really wish I could just write about funny robots all day... But alas, the students want their books.

Before I sign off, I wanted to share this sketch from 2 years ago with you:

Please don't think about the horrible alligator-eel monstrosity that's gorging itself on Firemans arm. Drawing animals is hard, okay? This stupid little sketch was long abandoned, but the idea served as a sort of inspiration for the final image.

And that is all I wanted to say. Man, discovering layer modes in Gimp has really upped my art game. See you on the next one when we continue our quest to draw every single robot master in the classic series. (Next up are Tornadoman and Windman!) And maybe at a later point, when I draw the last of my favorite robot masters from Fully Charged that I haven't talked about yet: Airman. I have a fun idea for an image involving him and Blastowoman.

Jenny out.

#i have a lot of feelings and opinions on this show okay #and i may have gone a little overboard with the essay this time #but this was still a lot of fun <3 #mega man #megaman #mega man fully charged #mmfc #mmfc fireman #mmfc waveman #fireman #waveman #i love mmfc so so much there will be more i promise #is there a ship name for waveman and fireman?#firewave?#wavefire?#i think the the first one sounds better #firewave #im not tagging the other guys but theyre also here

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Y/N-General Reader! X Marco

ANGST/Pining After One Another/Food Play/Fluff/Revenge/Cheating By Rival Love Interest/Proposed to/Marriage/More FLUFF/Consensual Sex

Reader is God. Who Falls For Marco Years Later Whose In A Relationship

Summary: Y/N boards the ship 20 years ago. Y/N can’t age Y/N is god. Y/N has had a crush then fell in love with Marco during those years. Marcos started dating a woman named Annie [Name picked from a Tove Lo song from the Annie 3000] for 2 years (hes pan sexual) whenever he goes to dock at that town. Then one morning he goes to her house since Thatch and you sent a fake letter to Marco and knocks, a guy answers while she goes up to the door in shock that Marco caught her cheating. (She and Marco have only kissed) And breaks his heart. Eventually the loving god Y/N breaks down Marcos walls and their love blossoms better than any possible. Along with Thatch’s secret help. Includes proposal and marriage!!!!!! Music will be provided at the right times please listen! But all is age restricted so please look it up at the right times in the story. MINOR MISTAKES. This is 31 pages 12,500 words.

“I’m off now, see ya guys tonight” Marco says as ah walks off the Moby Dick into the rural part of town where his girlfriend waits for him. You turn to Thatch and sit on a bar stool at the cantina crossing your arms head down hidden as you tear up, he gently pats your back.

“It’ll pass Y/N...” Thatch whispers into your ear. You bang your hand on the table after a couple minutes of knowing Marco is gone then retort.

“If it’s just a phase then why hasn’t it left by now its been like 20 years I’m around 20 years too late he’ll probably marry her and settle down. He’ll at this point I’m way deep over my head Thatch. Thatch he’s forty-three now.. and I’m just the exact same…I’ll never change unless, I give up my god hood.” You sit up and presume.

[Listen To Tove Lo – No One Dies From Love On Loop]

“Gimme vodka and keep em coming ill pay out of pocket so better go into town and stock up.”

“Here come with me.” Thatch shuts down the cantina and drags you along into town.

“What you need is a drinking buddy. Now I’m no Marco where alcohol doesn’t affect him or you but I’ll listen to ya. Somewhere where we can talk privately.” Thatch says dragging your arm by his hand then plops you down in a quaint little bar. Sitting opposite of you he calls over the bartender.

“What will you two be having tonight?” The bartender asks politely.

“Give us your finest sweet wine, no make it starting around four bottles.” Thatch says as you set a big bag of berries on the table.

“Right away!” The bartender runs off to pick a selection of wines for you both.

“Ya know they could even break up, I mean you never know...” Thatch says while maintaining his frow. You just rest your chin on your elbow listening but not wanting to talk until you’ve gotten some alcohol in your belly. Eventually the bartender comes back with four of the fanciest looking bottles and two glasses. He quickly goes back to the bar table then returns with a charcuterie board. He pops the corks properly on all four bottles then says.

“This is on the house, seems like your friend will need it.” He says to Thatch as Thatch nods a silent thank you and the tender leaves. Only a lantern separating the both of you between the four bottles and the cheese, fruits, crackers and meats board. After a while of getting through two bottles.

“So now that your warmed up tell me … what’s on your mind?” Thatch asks concerned as hes the only one you go to about your love problems. With tears running down your face you let your feelings pour out.

“I really... love him not just like but love Thatch! She hasn’t been in combat or partyied or seen him wounded or him working that's like ninety percent of his life ughh fuck….. I’ve got it bad Thatch. I think I’d even die for him to live.” Thatch tries to point secretly behind you, but tears streak down your face as you jump slightly then bury your head in your arms.

“Did I catch you both at a bad time?” You heard Marco’s voice behind you then a feminine voice.

“Oh Marky~ Leave them alone their clearly on a date!” She chirps from behind you making your whole frame twitch at the nickname.

“Annie, I know them best this is Y/N the one with their head down, and this is Thatch the one across from Y/N. Their not dating with four bottles of wine trust me. Alright what happened Y/N little bird? Hello?” Marco inquires. As you stand then snap around

“Why are you so suddenly interested in my love life now big bird?! Beat it doc! Before I beat you! And you [pointing at Annie] beat it!” You yell at them then take in her features hair long to her bottom, chocolate brown, with green blue eyes, taller than you at about five feet ten inches. You about [feet] [inches].

“Whoa alright God. Well leave now. At least check in with me later.” Marco says as they inter join arms and walk past you going straight down the road with you reading their thoughts. Annie clearly confused but, you caught a glimpse of another man in her thoughts in a romantic way kissing with tongue, while Marco seems to be very very concerned about you, hes only seen you like this one other time when he got injured in battle and you drowned your sorrows for being the reason why he got injured after you healed him. That night he was worried even god would get alcohol poisoning. After they left you couldn’t hold it in anymore you started balling your eyes out hands covering your face. Thatch knew you were inconsolable right now so he just sipped on his wine. After you’ve cried out most of your tears you felt exhausted.

“That bitch acting all innocent...” Stating making Thatch raise an eyebrow clearly interested. Frowning you explain

“I know I promised not to read anyone's minds but I was too curious, so I read their minds and little miss perfect seems like she has another romantic interest. Marco doesn’t know.” Your tears still streaming down your face.

“I would never treat him like that, he’d be my national treasure!” You blabber out as Thatch nods as you both just stare at one another unsure of how to proceed. Then it hits you.

“Ugh fuck! I have to face him after that little outburst!” More tears stream down your face as Thatch seems to think deep in thought. After about five minutes of doing and saying nothing except tearing up Thatch speaks.

“You know what second division commander I think I have a solid idea for you.” You just nod looking at him with eyes that say what now.

“You could just tell him the truth but omit details of who its about since your god and can’t lie and all that. Like when I ask what was that all about you’d said…..?” He infers. You compose your self eating part of the fruits and cheese then gulping your new glass of wine down.

“I’d say…. That…. I’m in love with someone on the crew but …. they don’t know I am… and I just found out they have…. A girlfriend…on an island… far away..” Shifting uncomfortably in your seat he exclaims.

“Exactly! That’s exactly what you should do and say it broke your heart and your dear old buddy Thatch was hearing ya out. Then things should blow over. Since we have over five-hundred men on board, he wouldn’t suspect it’s him out of everyone. How about that?” Thatch asks cleverly.

“He’s gonna suspect somethings up though when I don’t tell him who it is..I mean twenty years Thatch and he’s my best friend...” Retorting Thatch’s statement. “Ah but that’s the beauty of it all, you can just say since he has a girl now he wouldn’t understand. He honestly should leave it at that. But if he pry’s more say its someone close to you and that should satisfy his curiosity. He seems to ponder for a minute before speaking.

“You think you can become invisible and silent, go to this woman's house and grab one of her letters with her handwriting on it? Just need her exact handwriting.” The cogs in your diluted mind start to spin as you stop then refer.

[Listen To Tove Lo – I like u On Loop]

“Well its nearing midnight they should have parted and she should be home by now and asleep. I’ll have to make a copy of myself then go to her house and search her house, then slowly walk with you in case we run into Marco who always burns the night’s oil. It’s driving me mad I can’t let him ruin his life with a skank two timing whore! In my vision she was kissing the other man with tongue and all! He would have to see for himself. I’m sure he won't just take my word for it.” Thatch nods then after you both polish off the wines and snacks you copy yourself into an invisible and silent version but still tangible. Second version you, fly’s over to Annie’s house. Being god and all you still follow some rules of the human realm but when it comes to love, you couldn’t be bothered right now four bottles of highly fermented wine actually made you slightly tipsy. The first version of you with Thatch are walking at a snails pace first version you is completely tangible, seen, and heard.

‘Ahh I remember secretly following Marco and her to her house about nine months ago when we ported here for him to visit.’ Secretly thinking to yourself as you follow a path towards her house. Luckily you weren’t a vampire or you couldn’t gain entry. Floating through the upstairs window on the balcony intangibly you see her and that man from the vision on the second floor.

‘Oh shit this may be harder than I think. I’m not allowed to make other things besides myself invisible and intangible. I’ll just have to search then wait- WAIT their going down stairs no, she just closed the window, but now’s my chance.’ Quietly thinking to yourself.

[First Version You With Thatch]

“What’s taking so long?” He asks under muttered breath.

“They were fucking and she closed the window I need to escape. I need a way out to get anything out like a window or the now lit fireplace …… great” You state/mutter back. Only hoping for an exit and to find what you so desperately needed to make this plan work of Thatch’s.

[Second Version You]

Flying around upstairs you look all around her desk but everything is put away except for one unwritten letter which you grab.

‘I can’t just rummage through her things or she’ll probably tell Marco someone broke in fuck’ You curse in complete silence as something catches your eye.

[First Version You]

“Were coming up to the deck now. Please tell me you have it?” Thatch whispers as you whisper back.

“I just need a way out.”

[Second Version You]

Picking up a crumpled letter not in any envelope from the garbage can next to her desk. You quickly read another fake ass love letter. This time asking him to move in with her.

‘NO! I WONT LET THIS COME TO PASS!’ Screaming silently in your head. You slowly crumple it back into a ball then float down the stairs. Hiding the letter behind the pillar.

“Whew what a fuck session its so stuffy in here!” Annie exclaims as their both naked having done the dirty deed.

“When do you think he’ll propose? I’d hate to have a kid on the way. But your plan is coming along nicely Annie. He’ll never suspect anything since were both blondes. So when you think he’ll finally fuck you so I’ll be off the hook?” The blonde haired man asks which makes your blood boil. Having to stop yourself from killing him, otherwise I’m sure she’d come up with some excuse for that too.

“All in due time I barley just became pregnant silly, but it has to be rushed since he is a doctor and all he’ll defiantly know otherwise. I plan on giving him that letter by my bird tomorrow pushing for marriage” She points on top of the fireplace where you spy the letter.

‘Great another thing I have to dispose of. What a stupid woman Marco wouldn’t just fuck anyone in all the years I’ve known him.’ The cog wheels turning in your head.

“Gosh it’s too stuffy in here let me open a window.” Annie says as she opens the window the opposite side of where you are their in between you and your exit.

“Come here babe I want to feel you up” The man says as she obeys within seconds. This was your only chance so you fly over grab the letter, as their eyes were on each other and fly out of the open window.

‘Fucking freedom from that wretch!’ Thinking as you fly back to the Moby Dick.

[First Version You]

As you and Thatch reached the cantina he opens it as you both spy Marco come down from his lit now extinguished office and walk towards you both. Once to the cantina you say,

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier...” Marco seems understanding and waiting for a full response.

“I’m in love with someone on the ship but found out they have a girlfriend…who lives far away...” You remember vaguely what Thatch said over the wines. Marco crossed his arms and sighs a relief.

“Well no one here deserves you first off, and whose the poor smuck that has no idea a god loves them?” Marco enunciates uncrossing his arms.

“Marco it’s probably best you leave it alone and lets all have a drink instead.” Thatch interrupts Marco.

“I just don’t feel like talking anymore Marco I’ve already cried over this long enough. Besides I thought best friends were supposed to be there for one another… you weren’t there for me, but Thatch was.” Stating you gesture for Thatch to make you a strong cocktail. You spy from your perefrial Marco slightly flinches at the stinging words. Marco gestures for an ale, and Thatch pours himself a wine. After bullshitting for awhile..

“I should get back to work and you both should get to bed we have stocking still tomorrow then were leaving at night.” Marco commands as you and Thatch says simultaneously

“Yea yea First Commander Marco” You both chuckling as Marco heads away from you both, as you turn to Thatch hold up a hand low in front of you as three letters fly into your hand two written on and one empty one.

“Ahh great job Y/N...” Thatch whispers as he takes and reads both then a look of shock dawns over his features.

“Surly he wouldn't agree to this?” Thatch asks you, then you fill him in on Annie’s, and the man she’s been cheating with Marco on plans. His jaw drops as he composes himself.

“Okay here’s what were going to do… I’ll write up a letter in her handwriting telling him to come over straight thing in the morning. Which she and that man will not be expecting. And we all know Marco will go. Then well watch the chaos unfold in your god portal. As long as we don't enter the portal we’ll be fine right?” Thatch says softly as you just nod and nod.

“I can’t wait… but that means...” You whisper.

“Yea no sleep for the wicked. Were going to have to pull an all nighter in order to make this happen. We can’t shirk our duties, we need to fill out those supply lists for our divisions. I’ll meet up with you early early and give you the letter to go to her place. Use her carrier bird to send the letter to Marco so he doesn’t suspect anything.” Thatch agrees. Thatch puts the papers in his pocket then perfectly folds the empty paper and puts it into his shirt pocket hidden from view as he swiftly goes to his quarters to write up a fake letter. After all your duties are done you meet up at the cantina later in the morning, waiting for Thatch before even Marco is awake.

“Hey there Y/N. After practicing I finally have a believable letter. Now hurry before anyone wakes up.” Thatch says quietly and hands it to you. Nodding you turn invisible and silent then fly to her house and float by the still open window. Bending down you pluck a worm from the ground. You float inside upstairs to find her bird which you didn’t see yesterday. Softly opening the cage the bird looks shocked by a new smell, your smell.

‘I guess it was asleep yesterday when I came in.’ Thinking as you offer the bird the worm in your hand. Thankfully the birds food was empty and it graciously took the bait. Then it hopped onto your hand. You very gently closed it’s birdcage then went down stairs.

“Hmm hmm Cody...” You suddenly hear Annie whisper, stopping dead in your floating tracks, then turn over and wrap an arm around the man.

‘Perhaps he’s Cody? Never mind I have to get out quickly.’ So you float out of the window up to her roof then attach the letter and say

“To Marco!” As you swiftly lift the bird to go fly. You gently float down and walk briskly to town to the same bar who had serviced you last night before you were so rudely interrupted by Marco and Annie. Luckily for you you just had to wait thirty minutes for the bar to open into a cafe. Going up to the counter, some people are coming out of their houses, but only mainly old people the early risers.

“Ah my friend back for more? I’m afraid you took our best wines but we still have more.” The bartender says as you nod.

“Could I please have three bottles of your next best wines, and a big mocha almond coffee to go?” Polightly asking as he nods then heads to the back storage room and returns, then makes the coffee. You just set down a big bag of berries.

[Listen To Tove Lo – Borderline On Loop]

“Here’s a tip for not seeing me last night” You imply as he gives a wink and you take the bag. Without a word you both exchange nods then you head back to the docks to the Moby Dick. Suddenly you spy Marco come jogging down the docks.

“Whoa there whats the hurry Marco?” You ask innocently. He stops for a second and reply.

“Annie sent me a message this morning. I’ve got only now to see her before stocking then leaving the island again.”

“Ahh well good luck with that.” You retort and smile as you noticed he didn’t seem to notice that you were up all night from his rushing and walk away from town which was unusual for you since your god you can make anything appear or disappear and can control anything and everything. You both wave then go your separate ways. Hurrying to Thatch at his room you gently knock with the wine bag and coffee in hand. He opens the door as you extend the coffee towards him.

“Thanks I’m beat. Come in how far is he?” Thatch asks and sips the coffee with a hmm, you as you set up your portal of observation in Thatch’s full length mirror.

“He’s almost there lets see.” Retorting you turn the volume down enough so you and Thatch are sitting criss cross apple sauce right in front of the mirror. You both see the front slightly to the side of Annie’s front door as you and Thatch wait for Marco to get there. Both of you sipping your drinks. Finally you both turn in all the way to the scene.

“Annie!” Marco softly yells knocking on her door. Then the door opens revealing the other man in his boxers. They just stare at each other for a moment before Annie comes to the door with a blanket wrapped against her frame naked otherwise.

“Babe who is i-” She just stares in shock hands to her mouth, at Marco as you and Thatch giggle like evil geniuses. Annie does and :O face as Marco inhales sharply then exhales.

“Great! You must have planned this to get us both to look after the baby!” The man yells as Marco looks shocked.

“I got your letter. Baby? So you and this asshole and you were planning on making me marry you am I right? To think it was my own? It seems it was someone elses doing for this letter. Thank Nika for this. Annie we are over! Goodbye don’t bother talking to me don’t even look at me!” Marco slightly yells as he transforms into hybrid form and fly’s back to the Moby Dick.

“We actually did it!” You exclaim as Thatch says.

“Okay now lets hurry on out to the cantina he flies fast.” Thatch explains as you nod.

[Listen To MOTHICA – SENSITIVE On Loop]

“Just act as casual as possible.” You state as you both hurried to open the cantina. Once you sat down you both heard a whoosh as a pissed looking phoenix transformed back into his human form. He sulked over to the cantina and just says

“Brandy, double.” Marco sulks now. As Thatch was cleaning a glass for him he asks.

“Why the long face Marco did something happen?” Thatch asks as Marco just grunts then responds

“Someone sent Annie’s bird so I’d discover that she had been cheating on me….. and she’s pregnant and tried to get me to think it’d be my child. The smuck was there and she was naked. This means it has to have been someone close to me. Because barely anyone cares about her.” You and Thatch didn’t think THIS far ahead.

“That sounds kinda over the top don’t cha think Marco?” Thatch says as Marco reply's.

“I don’t know what exactly were you doing in town that early Y/N? You usually never leave the ship since you can summon anything. I mean you can make [anything] happen you are god after all.”

“Am I not allowed to leave the ship now First Commander?? I really liked the wines they had at the bar, me and Thatch went to and thought I’d get him a coffee as thanks for talking with me. And me some more wines since we’d be leaving tonight.” You retorted as Marco raises an eyebrow as you pull out the wines from the bag and Thatch sips the rest of his coffee.

“Okay what about your supply runs? I never saw either of you do anything today which is out of character for both of you.” He says while cocking your head to the side.

“Well for me I just must have woken up way earlier than you. Must be a consequence.” Thatch says as you follow with

“I just couldn’t sleep but the places I needed to stock up on were open so I did mine during the night in town, then thought I deserved to actually sleep tonight so I bought myself these nice wines. Which I will chug tonight.” Marco lowers his eyebrow and accepts defeat. You could basically almost hear Thatch give a sigh of relief but he stayed silent. Thatch picked up on a lighter mood chuckling.

“Enough of suspecting your best friends now Marco. I guess it’s a lesson learned right? Just glad to have you back. Haha”

“Yea a lesson learned alright… Another double” Marco whispers as Thatch prepares it and you gesture for a hard cocktail.

“I know your going through a tough situation but maybe take your own advice doc, and not drink on the job? Me and Y/N have already done our jobs for today.” Thatch says concerned.

“You both are well aware that alcohol doesn’t effect me.” Marco responds as he gulps down his second double shot.

“Yessss, buttt you should slow down or go to town and drink. Save some for the rest of the crew Marco. Come on I’ll pay and listen.” You say and gently pat his back. He looks broken, it pains you to see him like this.

“Come on I’ll even do your supply run. So come on.” You say cloning yourself in a visible and tangible and heard form. Your second form heading off to the medical wing to grab the supply list then to his division to complete the supplies.

“Alright Y/N I give lets go...” Marco consents and gets off the bar stool following you into town. You know exactly where to go too, that same cafe/bar.

“Ahh welcome to my cafe/bar what can I get you both?” The bartender asks with a smile.

“Ale, spirits and coffee please.” You set down a bag of berries on the table.

“Yes right away!” He scurries off to pick the best of the best. Once you have everything Marco starts chugging as do you, waiting for him to speak first.

“She seemed a good match for me...” Marco says softly as he chugs a double shot.

“Yea but you both have only seen each other less than five times in these past two years Marco… that’s not enough time to really truly know someone. For example we’ve spent twenty years together I know how you like your coffee and even how you fold your laundry, she has no clue about ninety percent of your actual life. You both might as well be strangers to be honest.” You try to explain gently. He takes a sip of coffee then a big gulp of brandy.

“You know what your making a lot of sense Y/N. I don’t even know her favorite color …. haha…...” He inhales sharply as he wheezes out a forced laugh.

“But the one I truly love doesn’t love me back...” He states sadly. Thinking who it could be you ask

“Well tell me who it is and I could help somehow?”

“You can’t help me Y/N their in love with someone else.” Marco sadly says.

“Well how do you actually know that?” You question.

“Look they told me themselves!” He shouts attracting some attention from passerbys.

“Do they even know that you like them? Look I’m your best friend of twenty years you can tell me anything.” You question further.

“No, they have no clue I love them. I thought I could find someone else to be at least generally happy with but you found out how that happened. Now I’m embarrassed.”

‘Him embarrassed why? Nothing he’s saying makes sense but I wouldn’t tell him I liked him either I evaded the questions.’ You think as he drinks coffee waiting for you to speak again.

“There’s absolutely no reason to be embarrassed Marco it could have happened to anyone of the crew in fact it has happened multiple times to some of them. But I won’t push anymore sorry. I kinda got carried away just worried about my best friend.”

“Best friend, hnhn yea” He mutters under his breath but you heard it.

“What was that big bird?” You question.

“Oh nothing” He retorts.

[One Year Later On Board The Moby Dick In The Ocean Some Where]

[Marco’s POV]

[Setting: Marco and Thatch are talking at night while Y/N’s coming back from a mission. Everyone besides some stragglers have gone to sleep.]

[Listen To Tove Lo - 2 Die 4 - Jax Jones Midnight Snacks Remix On Loop]

“So spill already! Do you want to be single forever Marco?” Thatch says currently kinda annoyed.

“Okay fine their currently on a mission. There happy?” You blush as Thatch smile widens.

“I had a gut feeling but now I know yes! Good for you buddy!” Thatch says enthusiastically.

“SHHH I don’t want anyone overhearing, and promise you wont tell them? It could destroy our friendship...” You say quietly.

“Okay okay I got chu buddy.” * winks *

“No, no winking that your gonna tell them anyways this is a command.” You emphasize.

“Okay okay geese but um I have valuable information you may want to know...” Thatch says coaxing you, but before you could ask.

[Y/N’s POV]

You fly downward to the single lit torch of the cantina of the Moby Dick and land near who you make out is Marco and Thatch.

“Hey guys! * yawn * I’m finally back from that mission. Hey Thatch be a darling and hook me up?” You ask kindly.

“Hey Marco how are you doing? Burning the midnight oil again?” You ask with a cheery smile to him as him smiles back.

“Yes the books wont write themselves Y/N.” Marco reply's. Marco suddenly makes an excuse that he needs to get back to work but you grab his wrist causing him to freeze, making him turn his head in wonder.

“Can’t you stay a little longer Thatch can be so boring you liven things up.” You ask with a cute face making Marco scratch the back of his head with his other hand and give a soft smile.

“Um … But the paperwork?” He tries to feint ignorance.

“Welll what if I help make up the lost time? Then there should be no problem right Thatch?” You corner Marco. Both you and Marco stare at Thatch as he slides you a mug and nods.

“I really should hit the sack too. Been a busy day for all of us.” Thatch says as he cleans the last glass then brakes down the cantina so it’s out of service now. Grabbing your mug you state

“Splendid now lets go onward big bird!” Holding his now hand as you walk him towards the medical wing. After ten minutes while sipping on your drink.

“How are those numbers coming along Y/N?” Marco asks in a professional manner.

“Excellent First Commander hehe” You chuckle slightly causing Marco to raise an eyebrow.

“And what’s so funny little bird?”

“Your just cute when you go into doctor mode...” You notice him blush but cover his face by raising his hand looking down at paperwork. After another two hours.

“I think I’m sleep deprived we should hit the hay Marco. You need your sleep in order to work better tomorrow. And that's an order from god.” You state as he gives a sigh.

“Your right Y/N. Lets leave this where it is I’ll finish it up tomorrow or I mean today but later.” Marco says seemingly exhausted. While he’s still sitting your gently massage his shoulders as he exhales a soft moan of pleasure.

“Are you- no you are using your powers to help me… Thank you Y/N your so kind.” He admits then says

“But if you keep doing that I’ll fall asleep where I’m sitting. So come on let’s go to sleep.” Marco stands forcing you to let go slightly frowning you turn a smile so he wouldn’t suspect anything when he turned towards you.

“Okayyyyy…… so ill be by tomorrow morning sharp to help again.” You state which causes him to raise an eyebrow.

“What we didn’t finish the paperwork and I always keep my word.” He sighs then says in defeat.

“Alright tomorrow morning sharp.” He admits.

“Whats wrong with your best friend wanting to help you out??” You gest.

“Uh nothing it’s perfectly normal. Thanks for you help tonight though you really didn’t have to help, and thanks for tomorrow too.” He says as you both exit the med bay he locks up.

“Goodnight big bird!”You exclaim.

“Haha goodnight my little bird.” He smiles as you both go across the hallway to your doors and enter getting ready then going to sleep.

[The Next Morning]

Leaning against the med bay door you spy a shocked Marco coming out of his room headed to the med bay. (Since he’s the one with the key)

“Well someone’s up early. Did you report-” You cut off Marco

“Yes sirree I already reported in and I’m ready to work too!” You hold up a peace sign. As he unlocks to med bay he mentions.

“Your mood and energy has returned over this past year it seems.” This catches you off guard as you caught full blush.

“Haha well I guess I just overall feel better.” You scratch the back of your head chuckling nervously.

“And I suppose your secretly with this love of yours now or they at least broke up?” Marco deducts. Blushing harder you just admit

“Yea they broke up so I feel better there happy?”

“Well lucky for you. Does he even know you love him?” He asks.

“Umm.. no actually I’m not sure how he feels… about me at least..I mean I know there’s pan sexual guys on the crew. We had a talk long ago about it.” You admit.

“And when did you have this talk with him?” Marco asks knowing as god you can’t lie just omit the truth.

“Um aroundddd ten or so years ago...” You admit as his eyes widen just a tad then back to normal.

‘Please just drop the subject….’ You think as he speaks

“Right…. let’s get working then.” He states somewhat quiet and lets you enter the med bay office first. You both eventually finish up and you decide to take a nap while Marco goes to the cantina.

[Marco’s POV]

You walk up to the cantina and ask Thatch for an ale.

“Soooo how was it working with Y/N?” Thatch asks in a cutesy way.

“Sushh you set that up didn’t you?” You point at him as he responds.

“Actually no our dear Y/N wanted to do that on their own. Why did something happen?”

“I asked when the guy they loved told them they were pan sexual and they said ten years ago. That’s how long ago I told them I was too. And two thirds of the crew weren’t even here for that long yet which narrows down the possibilities to….” You explain as Thatch goes ouuu face.

“Did you ever maybe think they were talking about you? Crazy …. right but the facts are all there.” Thatch explains as he chuckles at your blushing face that your trying so hard to hide.

“Give me another ale Thatch.” You ask as he slides on to you then you begin walking to your room to think.

“Hey where ya goin?!” Thatch yells.

“To think!” You yell back and sip on your ale.

[Y/N’s POV]

You awake in the late afternoon only to see a letter slid under your door. Picking it up you read

Dear Y/N,

I must confess something to you at midnight tonight.

At the back of the Moby Dick’s deck.

From,

Marco

“Holy shit is this real?” You exclaim as you are giddy now with excitement and nervousness. You put the letter in your keep sake box which is twelve by twelve by twelve inches then head out the door with a skip for dinner. You grab your mug of ale and lug of meat then sit right next to Marco in your seat. You kept your eyes straight forward as does Marco.

‘He must be nervous if he has something important to tell me later.’ You think silently in your head. Finally Thatch and Izo sit next to you both someone else to chat with. As you chat with Izo, Marco chats with Thatch. Then after dinner you all chat for a bit more til you excuse your self to your room. Getting ready doing your hair and changing clothes your finally ready once the time comes. Heading out of your room you lock up then head towards the back of the Moby Dick on the uppermost level.

‘It’s a full moon out tonight.’ Thinking then startled by a cough. Looking up and to the very back of the spot Marco’s sitting. Stepping slowly over to him you sit right next to him.

“You-”

“I ha-”

“You go first Y/N..” Marco gets out.

‘Well I’m here and not stupid I have to confess now or never’ Thinking you finally manage to get out.

“Marco it’s … it’s been you the entire time. I’m completely in love with you...” You hide your massive blushing face in your hands. Suddenly it starts to sprinkle rain drops, but neither of you seemed to care now this was too important.

“It’s always been you as well Y/N. I tried to move on because I never knew you felt the same. I realize now it must have been torment to see me with Ann- her…. I’m so sorry Y/N. Let me make this right.” He explains as you raise your head his fingers caress your chin as you both lean in till plush meets velvet lips. Moving in sync you both give off soft moans as both of yours and his hands caress each others faces and necks slowly working both your ways down. Kissing so passionately a guard of twenty years built up finally released in a hot steamy now make out session which lasted about ten minutes before breaking to fully breath.

“You should have just told me when I told you I was pan sexual Y/N.” Marco says with hot breath tickling your face and neck huffing.

“I should have but didn’t… I didn’t think anyone would want to love god truly...” You admit as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Also about that part being god I don’t want it anymore. I’d rather be with you in this life if you’ll have me?” You admit also as you feel Marco tense around your frame.

“You really want to become human? For me?” Him disbelieving what he just heard. You just nod your head.

“Your the only one for me Marco” You state as he stands helping you up.

“Stay standing Y/N” He commands and you follow stay standing. Suddenly you wonder what he’s doing when he kneels on one knee and holds up a golden sapphire ring.

“In that case will you Y/N, marry me?” Marco asks with confidence but you could sense a nervousness in his voice. Frozen for a second you respond.

“Ye-yes of course there’s nothing more that would make me happier! I do!” Exclaiming you let him place the ring on your finger as he smiles from ear to ear. He stands then hugs and pulls you upwards to his head height for another passionate kiss. Tongues intertwining hot breath, saliva, sprinkles of rain when you break for air.

“I love you Y/n and I always will” He whispers as you respond back

“I love you Marco and I always will too!” A silence between you two erupts as you stay still until you crack it.

“You know Thatch wrote that letter to send to you when you were dating her. And I’m pretty sure he forged letter to give to us so we would confess too.”

Admitting your let down and a pout forms but it replaced with a kiss.

“Well I’ll have to thank him he’s brought us true love.” He says while rubbing your back.

[Listen To SG Lewis – Call On Me (With Tove Lo) On Loop]

“Now come with me I’m cuddle deprived” Marco says as he picks you up bridal style and heads toward his door. Once there you unlock it for him by digging in his pocket then open the door as soon as you both enter he sets you down exchanging the key and locking the door.

“Come here” He suddenly picks you up and twirls you round to his bed, stops then plants a delicate kiss on your forehead. He sheds his shirt, jacket and shoes then rolls over in bed motioning you to follow. You undo your shorts dropping them, leaving your dress shirt and under ware on unzipping your shoes then crawl into bed next to him. He throws his comforter over you both as your nose to nose.

“I’ve had dreams of this...” Admitting to him as you cup his right cheek.

“This time it’s not a dream my little bird. And I have had dreams of this also.” Saying as he leans in for a kiss taking both your breath away. Tongues fighting for dominance his is too strong or you just let him win. After some many minutes of a make out session breaking for air which you don’t need to but he does. Huffing he states

“You sneaky devil you let me win!”

“Haha if you were in hell, I’d be Satan silly. Besides if you consider this hell then whats haven?” You quiz him.

“Well… I’m not sure is there a haven? And what’s it like?” He ponders.

“Well it’s much like Skypeia except no one can feel anything negative there's nothing bad at all that happens there. People just coexist and have fun and live their dreams unless it breaks the rules. In which case if they were to act on their bad decisions, they would be cast out down to hell.” Explaining to him the vague basics of how haven works. He seems to be deep in thought for a moment before speaking again.

“What will happen if you give up your god hood?”

“What? Well a new god will be created from pureness in haven and take my place. I can never go back to my status I will become fully mortal.” You state.

“Well will you forget anything? Or just your powers will dissapear? Will you become different from now?” He asks concerned.

“Yes… unfortunately I will forget how I ended up here and the god parts so my memory will be patchy but if you could … help, and fill me in on the missing spots? I’ll still remember everyone when I wasn’t in god mode so I’ll remember things like this and us. My powers will dissapear too. I guess I’ll just change because some of my memories will be gone like that time you got hurt because of me in battle…. Things like that...” You explain with a whisper in your voice.

“I’ll still have the same personality but things will be missing from my life, it’ll be your job to fill me in even if I don't believe it.” Continuing your explanation then going silent until he speaks next.

“If this is what you really want..Is there no way to avoid giving up your god hood?”

“No there isn’t if you really want to be with me and marry me then I have to give it up. Marriage and intercourse automatically give up godhood, but I can choose first to give it up at any time.” You keep explaining.

“It’s completely your decision Y/N. Just know I’ll support you no matter what.” He comforts you, rubbing your back as you both adjust so your cradled in his big strong arms. Wrapping an arm around his waist you both gently fall asleep to each other's heartbeats.

[The Next Morning Early]

Your awoken by a familiar feeling, someone’s hands gently petting your head awake.

“Ohh Y/N…. time to wake up… Y/N… come on now” A very familiar voice coed.

“Umm … Marco?” Asking confused then a flood of last night came flowing back to your head. Feeling the ring on your finger.

‘No it’s not a dream. It really happened oh gos-’ your broken from your thought as you now being picked up and carried then placed on his couch? Groggily opening and blinking your eyes you realize it’s the next day and you have work along with him. Looking around the room you see your shorts and shoes placed neatly on the arm rest and floor for you to change. Once dressed you feel arms and hands around your waist from behind and embrace the feeling wrapping your arms around his as he pecks your head from above.

“You should go to your room and change clothes or…. People may get the wrong idea about last night.” He says as you nod and break away from his grasp but not without another plush kiss first. Unlocking his door you quickly hurry to your room and change into your preferred clothing. Once done you exit your door to see Marco waiting for you.

“Ill see you later my little bird” He coos into your ear softly causing you to shiver.

“Okay sounds good big bird… Also I’m planning on it being today this afternoon..” Nervously saying as you shuffle your feet looking down. Feeling two fingers pick up your chin he opens his mouth to say

“I’ll support you no matter what I love you Y/N, and I want to marry you regardless of everything. Now, see you when your ready.” Both of you part ways, him to the med bay and you to train your fighting division.

[Later That Afternoon Before Dinner Time]

You slowly walk up to the First and Second Divisions table on deck nearing dinner. Seeing Marco wave at you, waving back you near him now.

“I’m ready to get it over with but first.” You think then pop up a semi translucent purpleish golden devil fruit in your left hand.

“Here tell me to eat it once the ritual is done.” Handing the fruit over to Marco you step away from him and anyone within a five foot radius.

“I relinquish my godhood!” Yelling to the sky causing everyone in the area to stop and stare in shock. Soon a blinding white light shoots down from haven into your core ripping a reverse shadow from your body as you float above deck a foot.

“Aghh!!!” You scream out in pain which you see Marco move forward to aid you but you scream.

“Stay back or you’ll be killed! Agh!!” soon the reverse shadow turns into a ball of pureness and white light as it shoots up back to haven. Dropping to the floor eyes closed about to pass out.

“Regenerative Flames!” You hear Marco yell as he pours his warm healing flames over you. Making you feel better enough to open your eyes.

“…………..” A long silence as you just stare at him as he does the same nervously. A circle of crew has formed around you now asking questions but there drown out by your memory flooding and splitting. Grabbing your head clenching your jaw closing your eyes for the longest minute ever, eventually the splitting stops. Looking back to Marco.

“Marco… what happened?” You ask meekly. He checks yours vitals and pulse.

“You seem alright now. Eat this, then I’ll explain over dinner.” He says as he helps you to your feet the crew become noticeable which Marco seems to realize it’s overwhelming you.

“Give Y/N some dam space that’s an order we’ll explain eventually.” He yells with a slight frown which makes the crew understand this is important and they disperse. After helping you to your feet you see he’s holding a mythical devil fruit.

“Here before you uhm…. passed out you told me to make you eat this.” He explains as he hands it out to you.

“Well if I told you something it must be true, and your the only one I trust completely.” Taking a huge bite and keep on gulping it down till it just stem. Throwing the stem over board you feel suddenly more powerful better enough to feel normalish. He leads you to your seats as everyone else settles in along with Thatch and Izo at your guys table after everyone’s been served. Your just leaning on Marco for balance and support since your tired from that fiasco.

“So tell us Marco since you seem to know what just happened. What happened to Y/N?” Izo asks curiously as Thatch also raises an eyebrow.

“Y/N gave up their god hood to … be with me… it’s also why they can’t remember a lot of things involving when they were in god mode. Also Y/N? Do you remember umm.. that I proposed to you?” He whispered to you as the other two commanders gasped. Them about to ask tons of questions you answer.

“Oh how could I forget that Marco? I can’t wait to marry you. I’m never taking this ring off. But what’s this about god hood???” You say happily which makes him relax wrapping his left arm around your shoulder. They all except Marco tense up at the fact that you can’t remember you were god.

“Well you and me met twenty years ago correct?” Marco asks you as you just nod yes.

“When we met you were god of the universe. But all the questions I asked you couldn’t tell me as I’m mortal. You said you would find out when it’s your time to ascend. You’ve lost all your memories of being god because you chose to marry me. Once you came to I knew you had to gain your strength back so I used my healing flames and obeyed what you told me to do, which was to slowly remind you of things, and make you eat the fruit which you made it easier than I thought haha. Also to remind you of things you can’t remember or things that are fuzzy to your memory.” He explains as he rubs your shoulder. Cocking your head to the side you question

“I was god? No way, but it does sound like me to give up everything for love. I mean I have been in love with you for years Marco.” you blush deeply which makes Thatch and Izo chuckle.

“Well that explains why Y/N is acting different.” Thatch speaks plainly.

“Y/N is still the same person Thatch there’s nothing different about them just they lost a lot of memories and can age and get hurt now.” Marco snips quickly to your defense.

“Alright Marco we get the idea. So your expecting us to spread the word so you don’t have to make an announcement?” Izo asks polightly.

“Well yes. Because I have to announce the wedding tonight. And oh by the way Thatch thanks.” Marco retorts then stands and yells as Thatch seems confused.

“Listen up guys!” Suddenly all attention is on a standing Marco and you since you had passed out.

“Me and Y/N are going to get married soon! You can ask Thatch and Izo about why Y/N passed out and doesn’t remember much that’s all!” Marco exclaims then Thatch stands.

“This calls for a celebration! It’s not everyday just our First Commander gets married but also our Second Commander to our First Commander! Break out the nice booze! But save some for the wedding!” Thatch yells to the crew as everyone erupts in applause.

“Congrats you two!” Crew member 34 says.

“Congratulations you both!” a group at a table yells raising their mugs.

“It’s about dam time!” Crew member 29 yells. The congratulations go on for awhile til most of everyone has said something, assuming those who didn’t say anything most likely will on the wedding day.

[After Celebrating]

Most of everyone turned in for the night leaving just you, Marco, Izo, and Thatch. Bullshitting, and telling old stories about you and Marco to remind you of the times you may not remember, which turns into reminiscing.

“-Then Marco started kinda stalking you is when I first noticed he’d taken an interest.” Izo says as he finishes off his mug.

“But I noticed before anyone else since he was younger.” Thatch says trying to top Izo.

“This isn’t a competition on who did what first Thatch. Now I may as well turn in it’s late. Goodnight everyone.” Izo states to shut up a tipsy Thatch.

“I should hit the hay too gonna feel it in the morning.” Thatch exclaims loudly as well as tipsy. As you and Marco say goodnight to them both, you feel yourself become light as your realize Marco picked you up easily. Him standing with you in his arms, he walks to probably his room as you wrap an arm around his waist. Once at his door he sets you up right as he unlocks the door.

[Listen To Tove Lo - Pineapple Slice On Loop]

“Ouuu a second cuddle time, or something more~” You pose the indirect question. Raising an eyebrow at you he cocks his head slightly to the side, in a suggestive manner. While you both enter his room while he lock’s his door, and goes by his bed railing you about three feet from him.

“Well there’s nothing stopping us is there? It’s all up to you now isn’t it Y/N my sweet little birdie.” He smoothly jests.

“I’ve prepared for tonight~”

“Wait are you tipsy? Y/N you know I’m a doctor, you can’t consent while intoxicated.” Marco says concern slipping into his voice. You hear him but aren't listening. Quickly grabbing something from your back pocket you slip it into your mouth him not seeing just, what it was.

“What did you put in your mouth spit it out now!” He commands as you close the gap softly put down the can down behind him on his night stand. Jumping on him he catches you as you make out with sweet juice being swallowed by you both. Tongues intertwining ripping, sucking the sweet fruit apart, you start undressing his shirt and jacket as he does the same since you clearly want him. You both break apart the fruit swallowing each half breaking for air huffing.

“I guess this is your consent? Hmm what a pleasant surprise, a pineapple slice.” You just nod

“Yessss I consent Doctor~” Undress the rest, shorts and shoes into your supple skin is glistening in the full moons shine. Softly jumping on the bed you say

“I lift my hips that’s your go head, you gotta taste what’s in front of you~” Slightly humming as you grab another slice of pineapple as he undresses out of his sash caprices, boxers, and sandals. You slide the and softly squeeze the juicy fruit from your mouth to your nipples downwards to your pelvis and sex.

“Your so much more than what I imagined Y/N. Humanity has made you a little devil and your all mine~.” He whispers as he crawls over you kissing your sweet juicy lips first, while massaging your nipples making you twitch slightly. Slowly going down licking up and kissing the juice off your plush skin then to your left nipple stimulating your right one.

“Ahh! Marco~~” A hand runs through his lush silky hair then other gently squeezes his cock with the fruit generously lubing it up. Once the juices were lapped up around your nipples, he goes further as you take him by surprise turning him over going down, down, and down to his member sucking the pineapple slice into your mouth. Starting at his tip swirling your tongue around his mushroom head going further slowly as you squish the fruit with your tongue.

“Fuck yes Y/N!” He yells loud enough for some of the crew below his room who were usually playing poker to yell

“Atta Marco! Get em Y/N!” Going deeper and deeper you swallowed the pineapple slice as some juices leak out on his dick. Backing up for air then going back down even deeper to lick the juices up you accidentally start deep throating him making him moan loudly.

“Aghh! HUFF huff Y/N your so great at this you sure your a virgin?” Marco questions your livelihood.

“Was I before I passed out? I’ve never once done this now so~” You retort.

“Ahh you were and still are a virgin but maybe not for long. Your making it so hard to hold back.”

“I gave you my consent silly big bird~ Now hold your head with my thighs. Your weight on me feels good~ Make me moan~ You deserve to fill me up endlessly~” You seductively whisper to him as he twitches all over then gently yanks you upward turning you over, him on top going down on you.

“AHH yes! Marco! I know your a doctor and all but dam! Straight away?!” You shout. He comes up using his hands to work on your groin and sex while his heads up.

“Is my little bird complaining?” You just shake your head no viciously as he smirks then heads back down. Making you moan so loudly your sure some of the crew will be talking tomorrow about it all. He laps up the pineapple juices like it’s a smoothie, licking your groin and sex continuously squishing the juicy fruit into your sex then swallowing both juices, making you twitch uncontrollably.

“Marco~ Marrcoo~ I need you~~” You whine as your hands are intertwined in his sheets.

“Are you ready my sweet little devil?~” He asks as you just nod yes quickly. Using his index and second fingers he takes your chin while his thumb enters your mouth softly. His mouth up to your ear

“Say please” As he releases his hold on your mouth you obey.

“Pl-please Marco take me, I’m ready~” You managed to get out as he is so fucking hot like this.

“Good devil” He responses as he positions himself at your opening. Black eyes meet [colored] ones as he warns.

“We should be sufficiently lubed up just let me know when to stop.” You just nod to him as he slowly starts to insert his eight inch cock into you.

“Ahh SO big!” You moan as the juices and saliva help him to slip in more comfortably. You can only guess he was a quarter of the way in when you beg

“Please wait… just let me adjust a minute it kinda hurts, so tight.”

“Okay dear Ill wait but come here let’s make it not hurt so much.” He says as he uses his tongue to enter a kiss with you making out, you can feel his dick twitch partially inside you. After breaking for air you beg again but,

“Please more I need you fully in me Marco fuck me!”

“Say no more my little birdie.” He responds. See sawing with his cock in and out getting more juices to flow cause him to slip all the way inside of you causing you both moans as you lock lips to muffle your loud sounds from any more crew hearing. Though you know your only halfway to most likely cumming, you let him take the lead. He starts pumping as he intertwines his big callused hands with yours forcing you down, taking his punishment of teasing him earlier. First he goes slowly as to not hurt you and to make sure your efficiently lubed up. Then continues to go incredibly slowly seemingly waiting for you to get annoyed.

“Marco please you’ve teased me like I did you please go faster please… you just feel so so good!” You whine shaking your head from side to side as he consents in defeat and speeds up. Huffing now both of you he continues to speed up and up until he deems whats a good pace. Quickly finding your G spot you moan out uncontrollably.

“YeS MarCO!!! RighT TherE!!” You try to catch your breath as hes now fucking you ragged.

‘I never knew this much pleasure could be had its wonderful’ Thinking quickly, as your body is bouncing off the bed while he has you pinned by your hands. It seems like at least two hours passes before you can’t take it anymore.

“MarCO I ThiNK I’m GoNna cuM!” You yell out with tears streaming down your face in pleasure moaning loudly.

“Cum Baby Bird!” He yells as well as moans. Letting go your G spot tightens making sounds come from Marco.

“YoUr CummINg AlriGHt FUCK YOUR GONNA make me cum too!” He yells breathlessly as you feel his cock swell up against your orgasm making it more intense.

“I’m CumiNG toO MaRCo! YeS YoUr CumMIng IN Me!” You sex drunk tears blurring your vision as you feel his semen flow into you filling up your cavern to the brim some leaking out. Both of you grinding against each other to get that last intense great feeling out. Huffing harder than you he releases your hands and slows down his pace and props himself on his elbows above you pecking your sweaty forehead while still in you.

“Well seems like ill have to change my sheets anyways.” He says panting his hot breath tickling your face and neck. After a couple minutes he whispers in your ear making you shiver from the lack of warmth

“Okay now let’s get cleaned up my sweet birdie.” He starts to pull out very slowly making you frown slightly at the loss of warmth from his member. Noticing this he asks

“What baby bird? Honestly your not ready for a round two yet. Let’s get cleaned up watch out when you sit up just let our juices get on my sheets I’ll replace them after we shower.” You just nod realizing just how tired you are.

“Um your right I’m so tired and I didn’t do much.” You admit as you take his hand he’s held out for you.

“That’s why I did all the work. And your human now I wasn’t expecting you to do a marathon for your first time but I’m extremely flattered it’s with me.” He holds onto your shoulder and arms to steady you as he helps you into the shower as he follows and closes the glass door turning on the water, your combined juices leaking down your legs. Shivering at the nights air realizing how stuffy it is in the room you comment.

“We should open a window after our shower big bird.” He just nods.

“I was planning on it but that means we better cuddle close tonight since its cold weather tonight now don’t want my sweet little bird to catch a cold. Now come here.” He grabs the soap and lathers up on his hands as he reaches down to clean out you hole and groin making his way up to your shoulders. Next you decide to do the same for him lathering soap then clean his cock, groin abs where the pineapple juices were mixed together by your bodies then around to his back where he probably sweated the most back around to his pecs and chest to his shoulders. You both wash off the soap and he asks

“Does this scent of hair shampoo matter?”

“No it’s fine thanks” You take some and you both lather your hair then rinse off. Opening the shower door Marco grabs his giant towel and helps dry you off first then himself. He hands you one of his sleep shirts which you put on flapping the sleeves as its huge on you.

“Its so big Marco haha.” you giggle hopping on his couch as he puts on clean boxers and nothing else. Eyeing his pecs, abs, chest, back muscles, arms, and ass he seems to notice.

“And what are we staring at now?” He asks with a wide smile glancing at you as he changes the sheets then opens the window to air out the sex smell.

“Your just so sexy and handsome… I can’t believe someone like you want’s to marry me even if we were best friends all these years.” Admitting sprawling over laying on his couch. Hearing footsteps then feeling plush lips upside down behind your head you reciprocate meshing lips on lips it only lasts for a minute or two before hearing.

“As I said before your the only one for me. I fell so hard for you. Well I might as well have fallen from haven for you.” He states blankly.

“Awwwhh that is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me! Why thank you my sweet big bird~” You say in a high tone. He pats the bed as you get up and shiver, quickly jolting to the bed jumping into his waiting arms then rolling over near the wall, him hugging you close. Pulling over the comforter on top of you both you snuggle closer to his giant chest still with a shiver.

“Here love rest your head on my arm.” He whispers in your ear then pecks your cheek and turns into his hybrid form wrapping his wings around you.

“Ahh so relaxing, warm, and loving. Thank you Marco.” You coo, nose to nose as he nods then gives you a kiss on your forehead as you plant a kiss on his neck.

“I also can’t believe this is real.. It all seems like a dream still.” Your ears perk up at his words.

“Well I’m sure when were married on one of the next islands we’ll feel more normalized with everything.” Cupping both his cheeks, making out saliva squishing that sweet nectar of that pineapple slice as you both almost swallow each other. Feeling his wings on your ass and back bringing you closer, inhaling his after shower musk feels intoxicating. Breaking for air after minutes of making love with tongues he asks.

“That reminds me, do you even know what devil fruit you ate?” Raising an eyebrow his glasses fall slightly but he doesn’t seem to want to move from his position. You gently take off his glasses and place them on the end table.

“Thanks love, that was bugging me.” He admits with a chuckle.

“Anytime big bird~” Cooing to him then you respond again.

“I ate the Gravi- Gravi Fruit. It lets your control all gravity. Meaning I can still fly, or in this case fall in a certain direction, with you. I only remember what it is cause I read the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia a lot.” Admitting he nods then gives your cheek a kiss his stubbly beard tickling your cheek making you laugh. He gives a chuckle in response as you let go of his face placing your hands on his neck and chest.

“Time to get some much needed sleep dear.” He says sweetly and softly.

“Okay sleep well .. my lover” You blush deeply as he chuckles holding you close legs intertwining.

“Oh I will my lover I hope you sleep well too~” He pecks the top of your semi-wet head. You slowly place your hands in their original position on his chest as you both drift off into the night.

[On One Of The Next Islands, You Eventually Found Marco A Perfect Ring]

[The Night Before Party In Town Square]

[Listen To Oliver Tree – One & Only On Loop]

Everyone slowly makes their way to the town square for the before party where its open invitation. You and Marco are dressed in formal wear that was planned out on the previous island. After arriving at the venue Town Square where there was numerous tables set up and carts of different foods. Half provided by you, who had hoarded gold in your room as god, and half provided by the people of the town. You felt kind of strange to be in the same town as the break up that Marco went through, but he reassured you everything would be okay. After snacking, drinking and mingling with most people and the crew, you grab a mug of alcohol then spy Marco. Talking, laughing with Izo and Thatch and has his signature smile upon his handsome face. Walking over to him intertwining hands with his free hand which he naturally knew it was you now as of the months of being together everyday except when on missions.

“Ah perfect timing little bird.” He says smile adorning his face turning his head towards you as he takes a sip of his mug.

“Who do you want to be on your side for the wedding dear?” He asks as his smile was replaced by a frown. Suddenly you glance to see what or who Marco’s looking at only to see long brown hair and blue/green eyes along with a big belly passing out candied apples among various other goods for money. Marco moves along with you in tow the others begging him to just drop it.

“Don’t worry guys, I’ll be civil.” He says softly dragging you in tow one free hand in your free hand. Once a couple feet away from Annie she hands out a candied kiwi in an audible gasp as she drops the fruit making the shell crack and crumble in front of her on the stone pathway.

“You must have know whose party this was for? Surly?… So why is your presence spoiling my ale?” Marco asks her as she just puts a hand up to her mouth muttering out.

“This is the only way I can pay for the necessities for my baby….. So you both?…. How’d I have a feeling that it would be you two ending up together you both have since that day I met you had chemistry. Just a feeling… I mean it’s even made the daily mail. Marco The Phoenix and Y/N The [Last Name] to be married aboard Whitebeard’s ship….. Of course the ship part was just so no one would think to crash the wedding. Well you don’t have to worry about me I learned my lesson. I won’t ruin anything rest assured.” She explains trying to bend down to pick up the broken candy. You just use your gravity powers to pick up the pieces for her and place them on her cart.

“Thank you Y/N.” She says gratefully. Suddenly a jingling of coins can be heard and splat down on her cart by Marco.

“Don’t get it twisted I don’t still care for you or care for your baby. Just take this as a nights pay and go home so we can enjoy ourselves.” Marco emphasizes “we” and holds your hand to his heart to show he didn’t want to see her. With her nod of defeat she takes the coin bag with her head hung low and locked up her stand then slowly wobbled home down the path to her house.

“Well she’s about to pop. Didn’t know you had a mean bone in your body Marco my love.” You admit as he squeezes your hand.

“She made her bed now she has to lie in it, darling.” He says with was that a sinister smirk?

After that scene the joy returned to Marcos face as he led you back to your table and sat down with food, snacks, and deserts galore along with spirits. After awhile the ghost of Annie wore off and you all were having a great time.

“Oh Marco you asked earlier but was interrupted. Id like to have Izo help me as my mate he does great hair.” You exclaim on your sixth mug tipsy now. Marco just gives you a loving smile while drinking his mug.

“Alright Thatch looks like your with me.” Thatch just looks at you with his hands up to his heart.

“And all that buddy buddy heartfelt stuff about Marco all those years were for nothing? I’m quiet offended Hahaha!” Thatch jokes as you all laugh. Eventually Marco has to carry you away, from getting drunk. The night ends with cuddles in bed aboard the ship in the First Commanders room.

[Down The Isle]

“Are you ready Y/N? Don’t keep Marco waiting or he’ll think you ran away.” Izo scolds you in your private dressing room.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine Izo we’ve been apart longer than this haha.” Retorting you adjust a rose on your outfit.

“Okay ready Izo!” Exclaiming as he puff’s.

“Finally! The song’s started already hurry take my arm. I can’t let either of you down or I’ll never hear the end of it.” He states in a panic like if he messes up Marco mainly won’t ever let him live it down. Taking Izo’s arm n arm you begin walking around the corner of the dressing room to the long red carpet all eyes on you, glancing up eyes meeting Marco’s unmoving. Keeping his gaze you feel like hot butter melting, legs feeling weak. Izo whispers.

“Don’t fall on me or I won’t hear the end of it.” He tries to keep you up as you try your best to walk to the music to the alter.

‘Finally made it in one piece!’ Thinking to yourself as you gaze at Marcos tall stature then meet his eyes.

‘He looks so dashing today and all the time too, but a little more today’ Thinking quietly before hearing.

“I do.” Come from Marco.

“And do you Y/N The [Last Name] take Marco The Phoenix to be your lawful wedded husband in sickness and in health to death do you part?” The reverend asks.

“He wont be able to escape even in death. I’ll bug him forever.” You state making everyone including Marco Laugh.

“Well death would be too soon anyways.” Marco states with his charming smile adorning his features. Turning back to Marco you state

“I do very much!”

“Then the rings please.” The reverend exclaims as Thatch hands Marco your ring and Izo hands you Marcos ring. Marco slips on your ring as you slip on his then the reverend speaks.

“By the power vested in me by god I deem you both married. You may kiss.” The reverend states as he closes his book on the churches podium. Taking a step forward you become nervous with all the eyes on you. But stare back into Marcos loving fiery eyes, and close the gap as does he to which you both meet in the middle plush on velvet then as soon as they meet they parted. Suddenly an uproar in applause happens with the whole crew and some villagers among some allied crews that came just for the wedding who were invited. After cutting the cake which Thatch generously made extra big everyone parties and celebrates deep into the night. Taking the party mainly to the ship with some others still in town. Eventually Marco drags you away from the uproar to be more private while the partying is so loud you both can make as much noise of your own as you want without being interrupted.

[After Your Sexy Time]

“Thank you Marco for choosing me. I’ll love you till I don’t exist here anymore~ Your my one and only~ I love you~” You kiss his stubbly chin/cheek nuzzling his neck in bed, as the party is still going on.

“Your my one and only as well Y/N thank you for being so patient with me. I love you too~” Marco says as he pets your hair

“Do you want to go back out there to celebrate? It’s only once in our lifetimes.” He mentions as you nod. Both of you shower together then get dressed and head back out for more festivities~

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I know it’s not the interpretation generally accepted by the fandom (or is it? I swear I’ve seen several meta posts say Stede was in Barbados several weeks) but I’m certain Stede was at most 4.5 to 5 days on the island (counting from the night he last sees Edward, to the afternoon he finds his crew marooned)

We know Ed arrives on the Revenge at the break of dawn, and Stede arrives home later in the morning.

We don’t see what their return is like on the first day. We quickly jump to the next day. I’m certain it’s the very next day both because of Stede’s bed-hogging (we see he’s back to curling up on his side of the bed the night Mary tries to kill him-- it took him 1 or 2 nights to readjust his sleeping habits), and his comments about still not having his land-legs & having forgotten how much he liked his bed.

This was his first night/sleep back home.

During breakfast he starts telling his kids about his adventures and showing them his beloved treasure, the petrified orange. It makes sense that this is their first real breakfast after the commotion of his return the previous day.

That same day he meets Doug & is seen wandering his house alone, noting he’s been painted out of the family portrait, dining alone, then finally seeing Mary & Doug going at it.

All this happens on day 2 of his return.

We immediately jump to day 3.

Here Stede confronts Mary about Doug, she defends her right to the happiness she’s found, and let’s him know her showing is that night.

She leaves to get everything ready. He goes to the tavern, gets drunk, crashes her show, and Mary tries to kill him that same night.

Since Stede’s never been one to half-ass shenanigans, everything to do with the fuckery happens on day 4

He tells Mary his plan, they go to Evelyn, prepare the blood, the bloodied clothes for the decoy body, and execute the fuckery.

I want to say he leaves that very evening, it looks like a sunset to me, but w/e, it could also be a sunrise.

Which means either Stede left Barbados the evening of his 4th day back & finds his crew the afternoon of his 5th day.

Or he left the morning of his 5th day back & found his crew that same afternoon.

Either way, Stede was gone for 5 days TOPS.

Meanwhile, Ed’s days don’t entirely match Stedes’ the way they are shown in the episode.

It seems Ed spends 2 days in his room. He calls Lucius on the 3th day, feels better after their talk & decides to share his song with the crew, feels well enough to pick up around the cabin, gets sent on a downward spiral by Izzy’s words/threat, and decides to put on the front of “the Kraken” that night (shoves Lucius overboards/gives himself a make-over/feeds Izzy his toe)

He tells Izzy to come find him right after feeding him his toe because they have “work to do”. That means disposing of Stede’s things started that very night.

They finished on the morning of the 4th day, the crew gets marooned, and they sail off.

Stede finds the crew on day 5.

(though it’s also possible [if slightly less likely] that Ed spent 3 days in his room, the talk with Lucius--deciding to become the Kraken happened on day 4, the crew was marooned early on in the 5th morning and Stede found them late that same afternoon.

Like, I do not put it past Buttons to resort to cannibalism after spending 5 or so hours on a deserted island At All. He was willing to resort to cannibalism on a large, inhabited island, with a ship full of food, in less time than that)

If Izzy had just kept his mouth shut one more day, Stede would have arrived the afternoon after the talent show, with Ed in a better headspace. He’d probably have been able to apologize & they would have talked it through & gone from there.

If everything happened the same, except with Ed spending 3 days in the blanket fort & Stede had arrived just after Ed decided to go all “Kraken” on the crew, I think his appearance would have taken the wind right out of Ed’s sails & (because of the vulnerability/whirl-wind of fragile emotions Ed would have been going through) they’d have made out on the deck right then & there. Then probably talked it through the following day.

#ofmd #ofmd meta #stede bonnet #edward teach #this isn't ed slander btw #he was barely coming out of a very fragile place when izzy decided to get up in his face & threaten him #they were 1.5 days away from a happy ending!!#stede figured it out as quickly as he could & rushed back to ed's side before the week was even up!#if only 1 or 2 things had gone differently it would have all been alright </3 #wolf's posts #never you mind #sorry i dont have more images of ed's 4-5 days post-kiss #i got tired of screenshoting /=#long post

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starvinginbelair · 1 year

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speak now tv lb!

mine - might be because i wasn't listening with headphones for the first bit but her vocals sound a bit choppy (and her yeahs are not the same lmao). don't think i'll revisit this one a lot, but i usually don't listen to mine anyways lmao

sparks fly - if you listen closely, you can hear the cuts on the vocal track at the beginning, BUT OVERALL i am obsessed!!!!!! i feel like the original is more energetic especially in the "drop everything now" part but def got me back into it with this one. also "fireworkSSSSS" instead of "firework"

back to december - guitars are a bit off-putting right at the beginning but this one sounds almost IDENTICAL to the original. and yes i still love it. she mumbles less on this version lmao compared to the original, which is good! THE BRIDGE STILL HITS!!!!! breathiness on "nothing" kills meeeeeeeee

speak now - oh the instrumentals on this re-record are VERY distinctly different from their original. probably because of a lack of nathan chapman as a producer on it, when he produced most if not all of the original speak now. the lack of palm muting on this track is very evident and they brought up the instrumentals a lot (like they brought it more forward). will say vocally, this is the one that sounds the most like the original! pe-e-eace got me laughing lmao. AND HER GIGGLE LIKE THE ORIGINAL! love it. feels the most authentic so far. aside from the "back door" in the last chorus.

dear john - falsetto on "fine" is ethereal. this one is most similar to the original and i like that. i wish she was more angry on the "sad angry town" part though, although i get why she doesn't sound so vocally. i miss nathan chapman on backing vocals too (sorry christopher rowe)

mean - the banjo is a JUMPSCARE. she sounds ANGRIER on this one this time!!!! i like it!!!! it feels like a fuck you.

the story of us - the way she says twist >>>> the way she says next chapter :/// i wish she would've leaned HARDER into the pop rock/pop punk on this one. it's SO violently country compared to the original i feel like, she could've gone harder !!!! the softer vocals have worked until now, but grrr where's the BITE

never grow up - i thought i was mentally prepared for this one but NOPE i am not, not at 12:30 AM as a girl going into her 20s soon!!!!! skipped for my mental health, thoughts later

enchanted - hello ennuciation in the first verse! she def brought her all to this one production-wise because it went viral. i still miss nathan chapman, come back king :(( "blushinGGGG" instead of "blushin' ". BRIDGE HITS! definitely the best song on the re-record so far sonically and vocally, and aside from some of her weird pronounciation issues,

better than revenge - don't love the lyric change :/// but this is like THE VIBE I WANTED FOR THE STORY OF US. the bite is THERE. the instrumental is BEAUTIFUL, like the guitar is gritty and distorted and cuts to the bone. the way she cuts off "think" too is a bit iffy for me. she really made this one PERFECT so we'd forget the lyric change. wish the vocal was pushed more forward but OTHERWISE i love it. i'll be revisiting this one!!!!!!!!

innocent - never a fan of this one but it sounds the same as the origianl which is the whole point. i might even enjoy the production on this one more! although the bridge feels like someone stripped you bare to your last nerve (it's that isolating)

haunted - WOAH THAT BASS!!!!! the instrumental is SO far forward in this one, i can hear EVERY note on the piano. THE BREATHING IN THE BACK. inchresting that she doesn't cut out everything but the vocal before the chorus. it's not as theatrical as the original but somehow, it feels more real? like if i played bass, i could probably figure out the notes and how to play it. vocals on this one are stunning, best on the album so far

last kiss - guitar is FORWARD. i am not sure i'm mentally prepared for this one. i don't think this will ever replicate the way i sat contemplating life after listening to the original last kiss the first time, but it's close. the second guitar playing one chord very loudly in my left ear is ANNOYING though. the bridge doesn't hit the same :(((( because the pain isn't there which is GOOD but also it doesn't hit the same :(((

long live - no notes. best song sonically and vocally on the album. (but also i miss "and long live" vs just "long live")

ours - oh this one might get me. here come the tears. yes i do cry to songs with happy guitars AND SO WHAT. i don't mind the instrumentals being pushed so forward on this one. going on the playlisttttt

superman - not superman being the song that is the most sonically accurate??? okay princess. might be a new favourite idk...kinda eats! think i need to eat my words about long live being the best now.........

electric touch - verses sound like long live (that's so pop-punk to have songs that sound similar because of the same chord progressions). again, i wish it just would GRRRR go harder. just KICK it taylor, embrace the pop-punk. patrick stump sounds great, but the cut into his verse is choppy. oh actually if this had more pop production vs the pop-punk they're going for, it'd be more catchy. like if it was a little bit more 'I like it when you sleep'. it'll grow on me though!

when emma falls in love - oh yeah, this is classic taylor and i love it!!!!!!! she's TWANGY on this one and it's perfect perfect. i think this will be a favourite for me from the vault tracks. lyrically fantastic too.

i can see you - oh HERE'S the new wave influences (I like it when you sleep). i'm not sure it fits with speak now, but i love it. sounds a bit like "tied to you" from the next step season 2 soundtrack tbh. kinda gives mine structurally as a song, again with the pop-punk "every song sounds similar" thing. actually i take back the "tied to you" thing, it's VERY damned if i do ya, damned if i don't by all time low. it's all the same structure-wise. i like it though!!!!! i'll be revisiting this one (but it's far longer than i think it needs to be).

castles crumbling - okay carly rae jepsen far away????? i'm trying to think of more source/time-period accurate material, but i don't have any.................maybe "let the flames begin". i like the feature more on this one than electric touch. not a fave of mine so far but could grow on me!

foolish one - oooffffff this is a "standing on the street busking" song. very simple musically, but i like the lyrics. there's just nothing special that stands out to me on it. it's very fearless vault tracks lmao, that no one talks about......going to be forgotten, and definitely will be by me (unfortunately). weakest song overall on the album -> giving that's when but less exciting because i love that's when lmao

timeless - aweeeee this is cute. gives don't you mixed with that's when. it's very fearless i admit (and these vault tracks lowkey give fearless too in terms of selection rip welcome distraction). red vault still her best vault songs. i love the lyrics on this one though, will revist like i revisit that's when i think.

#anyways that's all for the lb #enjoy it friends!!!!#taylor swift #sntv

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6, 8, 13, 14, 21 and 27 for the writing wrapped!

Sure! Thanks for asking!

6. Favourite line of dialogue this year?

hmmm... I really love this line from The Sacrifice (my unpublished Demon Slayer fic).

“Are you kidding? Look at yourself. You’ve been asleep for weeks! You lost an eye! You got lucky that I showed up and got involved! If I hadn’t caused enough of a distraction, you would have died!” "Then I should have died! As I was meant to!" The sound she lets out is somewhere between a scoff and a huff of laughter. "Wow. You have no idea, do you? Do you know how many people have thanked me for being there, for helping, all because it ensured that you lived? People I've never met before have thanked me. Your brother begged me to watch over you as you recover and you think you should have died? Out of everything I've heard about you, Rengoku-san, no one has said that you're selfish. I guess they are wrong.”

8. Did you find yourself repeating a word or phrase in your writing this year? If so, what was it?

I repeat myself a lot, to be honest. @vixenofcourse could probably tell you better because I don't remember.

13. Who was your favourite character to write for?

ALL OF THEM! I can't pick just one.

14. Did you have a song on repeat while writing this year?

I have playlists for all my fics that I usually listen to on repeat when I'm writing that fic. Otherwise, sometimes it's specific songs. It all depends on what I'm writing and the mood, so it's nothing on repeat all year.

21. Were there any ideas you wanted to work on this year but you didn’t?

No, because I don’t limit myself and my muse wanders off regularly, (as we all know). If I want to write something, I just write it. I will leave it and come back to it later, which is why I have so many WIPs.

27. What was your favourite fic to read this year?

Hmm... I have so many. Here are some that I've reread multiple times this year.

no one is what they were before by ohmytheon The world broke when Gojo Satoru turned on jujutsu society. It's not the hopeful place it was before, but Utahime has never been one to give up. Until she's placed in a dangerous position directly in his path, and she finds herself trapped in a web that doesn't seem intent on ever letting her go.

Echoes by YanderexBabydoll There’s a sadness that hangs thick and heavy in the air around you. Grief and pain etched into the very foundations of this house. But you’re broken, too – hollowed out with emotions still too raw to touch. Maybe that's why you were drawn to it.

(Tokyo Revengers. Sano Siblings x Reader. involves ghosts)

surrender (whenever you're ready) by OfMermaids (@ofmermaidstories) You first meet Ground Zero when he’s thrown, unceremoniously, through the glass window of your florist shop. (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Pro-Hero AU; in which Bakugou cannot stand flowers but finds himself coming back, anyway)

Plunders of war by MaryaMorevna "You for Shouto's life." Ivory-haired villain continued, his tone saturated with wicked delight. "I'll let him live, promise-" he made the obscene gesture of crossing his heart and laughed again. "What do you mean me?" my voice was barely above a whisper, afraid of its own sound. "You..." he stood up straight, as tall as Shouto. "Willing," -first step, "Pliant," -another step, "Wanton-" Dabi closed the distance, his rough hand lifting my chin up. "-In my bed." ... Villains win the war AU. Very dark so be warned.

The Pack Survives by ihopethelightwillshineupon When a simple C-rank mission turns into a straight-up nightmare, the members of Team Seven narrowly escape with their lives. They end up stuck in the middle of nowhere, each of them injured and forced to rely on one another for help. They’ve only been a team for a couple of weeks, still distant from one another, still trying hard to prove themselves. But when they’re all hurt and struggling desperately to survive, they have no choice but to lower their walls. Stranded far away from the village, Team Seven fights to get back home safely – but with help impossibly far away, with their food supplies shrinking and with their injuries slowing them down, their journey becomes more difficult with every step. In the wake of their struggle, though, their bonds grow steadily stronger.

fingerprints by andypantsx3 (@andypantsx3) When you’re outed as pro hero Shouto’s soulmate on national television, there are really only two sensible things for you to do: blame someone else and run. (Deceiving the Duke and in cinders by andypantsx3 are also on the list of ones I've reread. They're so much fun, omg. But I'm trying not to expand this list too much lol) you can tell where my mind has been this year...

and, of course, any fics that are tagged under my "fic recs" tag.

Thanks again!

FANFIC WRITER WRAPPED 2023

#fanfic writer 2023 wrapped #fanfic writer wrapped #fanfic writer asks #fic recs #asks #mariedemedicis

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lucky-fy · 1 year

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~ mutuals I want to know better ~

That was quite the surprise @easy-revenge ! Thanks for the tag!

Last song I listened to: Breezeblocks by alt-j and the whole time, I was thinking about Falin and Marcille from Dungeon Meshi… I mean… “Please don’t go, I’ll eat you whole, I love you so […]”

Fav colour: hmm, tough choice. I’m more of colour-hater than a colour lover (I don’t like purple, even if I use it all the time for shading, lol). I guess I do like brown a lot, when accompanied with blue. Nice combo, no matter the shade. I like brown tabby cats best (I’m more of a blue eyes lover, though)

Currently watching: some seasonal anime, like Mushoku Tensei season II.

Currently reading: I’m giving Dungeon Meshi a re-read, with the official French translation this time around. I’m taking notes for fanfic writing. Otherwise, Brave New World is waiting on the nightstand.

Sweet/savoury /spicy: never heard of savoury as a flavour, aha. Is it umami? Probably is. In any case, I’m not picky and I like them all. What I’ll eat will depend on my mood.

Relationship status: single and not really looking for a partner. I’d prefer to be well on HRT before trying to find someone, if I ever bother to go looking. I’m more of a “ride or die” type of person, so casual stuff is out the window in any case, lol.

Current obsessions: *looks at my blog* Dungeon Meshi, ahaha. I can’t wait for the anime, I’m sure Trigger will do well. Kinda hoping for a full-series adaptation! Otherwise, Chainsaw Man is still on my mind, always. I have a bunch of CSM Beastars!AU WIP, fanart wise.

Last thing I googled: “Akita Inu”, as I was talking with a relative and they said they saw a tall Japanese-type dog. I showed them pictures, to which they said “yes, that’s the dog I saw!”

Currently working on: many things… Completing my current sketchbook for student credits, writing a “scientific Pokédex” for student credits (an excuse to look into many animal species and expand my own knowledge for work later on, all while having fun with speculative biology), re-reading Dungeon Meshi, analyse the characters and write fanfic for them (starting with a Laios and Lycion thing… I haven’t decided what yet), learn basic video editing so I can make the Dungeon Meshi edits I want to see (Talk by Hozier with the Winged Lion *cough*), write for my OC on Master Poké (RP forum, there’s a summer writing event going on). I've also had this idea for a Skyrim fanfic, featuring a werewolf Khajiit who has lived a big part of their life in Falkreath. Shit happens. Anyway… I won't be able to complete all of this before classes start again *sigh*

tagging: @catcrow236 @rachaeltad @brn-t if you want, of course. No pressure! :D

#about #first time doing this

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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34 & 44!

Connie!!! Thank you!! 💖💖💖💛💛!

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

This is where the Autism kicks in akdnfkgng, even if I dislike a song (like actively hate lmaooo) if I hear it enough it will be stuck in there, fully remembered, forever. I can't remember my cousin's bdays without it being marked already on a calendar, but if someone asked me to sing any song I hate for karaoke? (Let's go with Blurred Lines because I watch an old Big Fat Quiz ep and guess what they played more than once 🙃): I could do it. It might not sound good, but by god every word would be there.

On the plus side, songs I love also stick in there easily, which means there's also a selection of MCR, anything that's ever been on a Saints Row soundtrack, the entire OFMD soundtrack (literally have not relistened to The Chain because it's been in my head on repeat since I watched it 😂)

Fuck the Autism also kicked in on this answer (and the next im so sorry ilu) what a book, forgive me for these lmaooo

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

Okay so I'm v stoned and got waaay too deep into this question ngl like. considering who and the concept of revenge and vigilante justice and would seeking the other person's death really create an overwhelming sense of fulfillment and peace, or simply mutate the current grief into something twisted and painful that haunts one until their death? Then thinking if I undertook manipulation to ensure the death of someone else but had to spend time in their company as a result am I then no better than them for having taken their hospitality which comes from their horrific actions?

Then I realized the best answer is probably Thomas Hardy or (and hoo boy am I a little scared to note this one hence writing it to evade tags) J./K./R./

The first because I hate having to read his sad sack books and like. I think it would be a mercy to kill him and put him out of his fucking misery. "Because we are to meny" fuck u Tommy Boy that shit destroyed me

And the second because her work was a huge part of my childhood. I loved that shit; I still have merch from my middle school days even that is in storage to be burned later. At one point I had planned a tattoo of a fave line even (I'm glad I waited, but had I gotten it I think now I would just be figuring out a good cover up design. That's just me personally tho cuz like. who tf gets a fun fandom tattoo and then expects This Shit from the author, ya know? I didn't as a kid, planning for that tattoo while I reread the books.)

As a result of who she's revealed herself to be and what she believes, I've cut that part of myself out like a cancer (tearing up the old books and using them for art projects, the merch burning is probably going to be done this or next summer or whenever we aren't in a damn drought with bonfire bans) but bits of it linger, ya know? Like I'll think of a song from middle school and then be blasted with the memory of how I played it on repeat while reading the latest in the series, and then remember Why i haven't been able to listen to the song in years

I wish i could literally erase all of it from my memory, never see the books or merch or the movies (on streaming sites too) ever again. But since I can't, though I keep on trying, I would settle for doing to her what she thinks should happen to people like me

However she also seems like a scrapper and she's taller than me so tbh I dunno if I would be successful or if it would be a mutual fight to the death, but I would be fine with that too. Not a win-win, but not every situation is in life lol

#text post #ask box things #the killing one got dark lmaooo but im v stoned so i actually took the time to consider it and #briefly got stuck researching ppl to choose best #sorry connie u brought out the English major/history minor in me ajsbfjgna #cringe but hopefully im still as kissable and fuckable as before to everyone interested #just maybe bring a bar gag and don't talk abt literature at all lmaoooo #or history which considering someone info dumping abt their historical knowledge is a turn on...u see the problem

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samcal-official · 2 years

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I got canceled?

Another SamCal official post incoming! And a serious one at least.

Well, I have mentioned sometimes before that I like to write songs as a hobby. A thing of my own. These songs I write can be considered poetry too since I'm just going to write lyrics based on my experiences, and the melodies of the songs are all in my imagination, coming from the top of my head. I just keep repeating the same damn melody for so long that I end up memorizing it.

I wanted to share and open up a bit about something with this new one I have been writing. It's not full, but here's what I've written:

"Piece by piece, it starts up small, then big.

Watch, me fall, from grace into defeat.

Am I that, irredeemable?

So much that you want, to drag my face through the mud...

I'm not perfect, I'm human, I also make mistakes

I feel guilty, please forgive me, I want to make amends

Not for my own reputation, I want peace to be set.

Why would you hurt me in revenge?

Should have stayed silent

Not one word spoken

Why couldn't I shut my fucking mouth?

I am not evil

And no saint either,

Nobody bothers to understand,

If I plead guilty,

Will you be happy?

Would you be fine? Would that be enough?

What more can I do?

You don't have to do this,

I am really not who you think I am

There is no crime here,

Rules weren't broken,

Just used my mouth before thinking twice

What is the point,

Of pointing my mistakes,

out to the world, and to drag me down?

We could have fixed this,

Only us both but

No, you chose to push me to the crowd

Did I deserve this?

To let somebody

To think two wrongs make it for a right?"

That is all that I have at the moment. You could probably tell already what is this song about. The thing is, I decided to write it after I had after a personal realization of mine. There have been several times in my past where I've been trying to redeem myself and own for mistakes I made to certain people, and unironically but coincidentally, all of these people have told others, "outed" me to the world, about the bad things that I've done to more people that didn't even need to hear about this. What is more intriguing is that, if I was being the one affected, I never asked for help unless I really showed I wanted it, because I always thought that closing myself, my emotions and my heart was the right thing to do, so everyone else would not have to deal with my pain and so, they didn't have to end up worrying about me.

Story 1

One situation was when I called this female classmate a bitch two years ago (It was two classmates actually, but one of them I ended up in better terms with after the incident, and for the rest of the year). It was a slip of the tongue and I meant to say it ironically since I was kinda tired of seeing them dance jokingly but "sexily" to some vulgar music while we were in a small public park for our PE Class at the time. No doubt I made the first wrong here. But holy shit I really look back and think "The fuck did I get myself into?" That time I really followed the saying of "fuck around and find out". Remember that I said it was 2 girls that I said this to? And that with one of them I ended up in better terms with? Well the other one... A piece of work I tell you, and she was bigger POS to me than I was to her. Sure, I screwed up first (and later that day I really felt guilty and said to myself "I really shouldn't have said what I said there, but why does it feel so exaggerated? Isn't like every teen alive cussing at each other very casually nowadays? Why is this any different? Were my words uncalled for? Ok let's assume someone hurt me the same way I did to them, what would I have done? I would have felt slightly insulted since I was taught to not take those insults to heart", but holy fuck she kept on dragging that small goddamn situation for ONE year. And it's not like I was a bully or anything like that. Sure, my opinion/impression of her after the incident wasn't positive by any means, but I did never went on my way to attack her or destroy her emotionally.

And something I wished that someone could have told me before in that moment is the emotional gender difference between men and women. The fact that us men TREASURE compliments (aka take to heart) because we rarely get them, and we receive insults more often (regardless if they're light or heavy hearted), so we tend to be desensitized from them when they're said more casually, but for women it's the opposite. They take insults to heart since they rarely get them, and become desensitized to compliments most of the time because they're often told positive things about them. And I mean all of this objectively because it's true to a general overall scale, and a certain extent too ofc bc not everyone's the same but still, you get my point.

Going back to the story, the next week I asked for her forgiveness and whatnot. I really felt guilty and tried to involve the least people as possible because I was dealing with both anxiety and past victim-blaming wounds too. With the help of one of my teachers I really wanted to apologize myself to these girls in front of him. I did and even asked for the "good" girl to give me a hug because the tears ran down my cheek and I didn't want this to repeat ever again. I was reckless and stupid. It was just a slip of the tongue that really showed what I thought of them in that moment, but I never thought anything bad about them before. I used my mouth before my mind in that moment, and that was it. I messed up and later owned the guilt of it. But the guilt would still be there, because the second girl would actually make an effort to drag me down even after 1 year of that stupid mistake.

She brought it up later one day, one year later almost, during virtual class (pandemic and shit) and she mentioned it to my social studies teacher at the time. I barely remember what happened afterwards this brand new incident since I have tried to ignore it all. She told the SS teacher, he arranged a date for us both to talk it with our parents and the school psychologist, the parents-teachers convo with us happened, we tried to solve everything and no further damage was done after the whole thing happened. Everything finally calmed down. We both recognized our wrongs and while it took me a lot of strength of will to forgive this girl, I did. If things apparently didn't end last year, then I wanted to get this over with asap one year after.

Nowadays to me that one situation is confusing and blurry. I remember the pain I caused and the pained I went through. Internally I carried so much guilt, and not only from that situation, but from past mistakes I thought I could forgive myself for. That's why I resorted to fix things as quickly as possible to avoid the emotional reactions. Get this over with and move on to make everything right. That's how I slowly started to behave with the most minimal things. I became stoic and tame. I would pay no further mind to how other people were or acted unless they actually damaged me emotionally. Now all of this affected me deeply because it happened in my real life, despite me not having a physical encounter with any of these people involved so... What about online?

Story 2

This song/poem I wrote was also based on me being canceled online. Yes. Me. A normal internet user being canceled. On Twitter (of course) of all places. Not here in Tumblr but in my other social medias I have a pretty decent amount of followers. So much that now it was possible for me to be "canceled".

This second story was between me and some nonbinary mutual I had on the website. We weren't online friends or anything. But oh man, the feels. The anxiety. My poor fucking mental health.

This is basically a recap in DMs of the whole story because telling it fully from scratch is completely tiring:

Yeah, I had an issue with someone on twitter. Fucked up with one person by saying something I shouldn't have. Took my time to properly apologize while still keeping my beliefs and expectations low. Offered them time to think about this before coming back to me again since I'd understand they'd be angry with me.

They twisted my words completely and posted the private DMS to the public, ruining a bit of my online reputation aka cancelling me for hurting their feelings. And when I posted my apology people said I was doubling it down and asking them to apologize to me (which is definitely a fucking absurd statement btw) since I never asked for them to do that if I was accepting I fucked up in the first place?? People left and right just kept nitpicking parts of the situation to still make me look bad. The mistake? Apparently trying to say to someone nb that being misgendered was expected of them since they were fem-presenting and AFAB and I said to them 'well, that makes you not any less valid than a woman'. (I saw this as also 'comforting then out of a label because that didn't define truly who they are regardless of gender) Take it as how you will but I'm not in the mood for gender neutral discussion neither do I care for that at the moment. I reflected and thought 'ok maybe I DID mess up so I'll see how to apologize' but no. they just instantly labeled me as transphobic when all of this happened.

Considering this could have been solved private, it's extremely petty despite my actions. Like sure I made the first wrong here, but it's just not worth it if it doesn't impact you in a way that it changes the whole fucking trajectory of your life. This wasn't cyberbullying, harassment or grooming. This didn't cross beyond the line of what was legal nor inmoral. Maybe hurtful yes, but I made the effort to make amends and gave it a few hours or days so the other person responded back more calmly and civilly.

Even the people that pointed out the situation were like 'hey I know what this person did wasn't right but exposing them like this is not right as well' and these people with actual common sense still got doubled down for speaking the truth.

I talked like to 6 friends about this whole thing. All of them agreed that I didn't deserve this and they all saw both perspectives of the matter while I still showed empathy for whom I hurts and brought me down.

Thanks to them, and my strength of will, I didn't let myself drown in the negativity and focused instead of living normally.

Even when I showed my apology public people still got fucking mad at me for no reason like "you're stubborn, go educate yourself, grow up" et fucking cetera.

And I was like "I can't afford to care anymore. I'm not submitting to the negative comments of others. I did what I could do the most, and while I wished that I could have done more, unfortunately my life doesn't revolve around social media and twitter. I have school, family, friends, teachers, class assignments, homework, food, pets, health habits and other needs to attend" rather than what people had to say online. And they called me selfish and told me things like "you only care about yourself and your reputation eh/you're selfish". So it's selfish to apologize, move on and live my own life. Ok. Got it.

That's my queue to leave the twitter side of the Minecraft community. I honestly love watching others play the game, but I'd love to engage more into other communities in which I'm actually active as well (like music, FNF or Just Dance ones since I do content based on those 3 different things). This person happens to be friends with some Minecraft CCs I like watching so I'm staying of their YouTube comment sections and Twitch streams for a bit, regardless of what they think of me were they ever spot me online.

Also no, I'm unironically, genuinely and very much definitely not transphobic. There's a few trans people out there I do admire and like following, but not because they're trans either. People who i actually find interesting for what they do and how they are more than for who they are.

I just saw the amount of attention that fucking post got. I want to be KO'd on the head be led unconscious.

I need fucking help or some shit bc Idk how the fuck to deal with hate.

More than 100 people saw this shit. Im fucking scared to be harassed. Think it was the right call to lock my accounts but still man I feel like shit.

This was the first part of the story. Then I said this after I had a realization:

Yeah... I messed up even more and realized too late

Apparently I said 'asking you to apologize', when I actually meant 'asking you for forgiveness' instead

My dumbass stressed brain threw the word so much around in my own mind that made me seem like the person I hurt *owed* me an apology. And I was like 'the fuck? I am the one in the wrong so why would they do that?'. Then I realized my grammar mistake.

perdonar in english has two translations = apologize & forgive. Same meaning, different uses for different contexts. My brain wired itself to just use one meaning of the word without even thinking about the other one.

(For further context, yes I'm English/Spanish bilingual so even if you hear me speak fluently or redact text pieces very accurately, THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M INMUNE TO MAKING ORTOGRAPHIC, GRAMMAR, VOCABULARY OR SEMANTIC MISTAKES. Also this day I was being cancelled I had some serious business to attend with my family involving our stay in the United States, which I rather won't speak about but had I let myself drown in negativity that day, I'd have ruined the errand I was in)

This last story made me learn a few new things: Never tell nonbinary people the truth and stick to theirs to appease them and make them feel good or if not they'll just throw a tantrum and make you look like the most absolute scum of the earth. Maybe it's an exaggeration, or maybe it isn't, but still, my point stands. This doesn't mean go harass nb people instead of respecting them like any other human being deserves respect.

While I talked with some LGBTQ+ friends about this thing and they told me things like "be more inclusive/be more accepting/it doesn't cost that much to respect others" and they're right, that's not what concerned me the most. Like, yeah, I know I should treat others with respect and all what I could have done was done, but the fact that many other people I was in good term with just, instead of giving me a second chance or reaching out to me they just either unfollowed me or blocked me because of what this person said. I was stressed, embarrassed, humiliated, and all those feelings that I felt from Story 1 were coming back to my gut. I wasn't about to apologize to them all individually since I never hurt them myself in the first place. Sure they can be disappointed in me but like... You can't instantly believe I'm some sort of asshole who treats everyone like this? These people are mostly from MCC The Show (which obviously, I don't mod for anymore), and knowing that some of them are from Noxcrew that probably means I have zero chance to ever make it into MCC or to be accepted in the MCC community ever again (maybe I'm exaggerating here idk). Even if the stress of the situation has dissipated a lot, the lingering anxiety of a 'what if they bring this up again' outcome is unbearable. I did talk to a couple of the ex-fellow mods who were still my friends and told them how I messed up, that I felt guilty and regretful for not shutting up and needed to destress myself after being canceled. That the amount of hate I received I couldn't deal with, so I focused on what truly matters in my life as I listed previously. One of my friends said she let herself do be drowned in the negativity, and I understood why would she felt like that. Maybe I was more strongly willed to keep my head up than she was, but I understood her sympathy too. She checked up on me and we spoke for a bit a few days after this thing went down. Our conversation was profound and I will always be thankful for her concern and approach.

Now I don't care if this person I hurt in Story 2 accepts or refuses my apology. All they did to me, stress me out, making me sink into my old sins and past errors, I have found in myself the will to give them mercy and forgive them what they did to me. Sure it wasn't deserved, but regardless, I can't hold a grudge against them forever; because if I do, I'll just grow ireful and vengeful. Hell, I even understand perfectly what does it feel to being other people down, because even I tried to do that to Trobinguy in defense of Handzy (these 2 people were creators of two different pairs of OCs of Ruv's parents, Ruv being the character from the Friday Night Funkin mod called Mid Fight Masses) since Robin hurt Handzy and I tried to step in and defend her by bringing this guy down to the public thinking I was in the right when I had no business in interfering. Weeks after this cancellation attempt both Robin and Handzy made peace with each other behind the scenes, which brought me to approach to Robin and ask for his forgiveness after I said what I said about him in negativity, with awful regret. Thankfully he accepted it and we also stayed in good terms afterwards since no further harm was meant to be.

I understand blaming others. I understand suffering the insults of others. I understand insulting others. I understand interfering rightfully. I understand interfering where I shouldn't be. I understand every damn role in these troubles and conflicts and how, when, where and why I should or should not act. I understand being the cause of other's' suffering, and being the one who suffers. And regardless of all that, even when I try to humble myself to abide to what other people want me to do in order to fix things, there's always someone willing to believe I am truly heartless and evil.

Hey, maybe I am exaggerating, maybe I am not. But I wouldn't have written all of this if I didn't feel guilt-ridden for all I did. This post in also no way of mine trying to affirm that things didn't happened, because they did and there was both causes and consequences. I do firmly believe those consequences may have not been fitting for the size of my actions, but nonetheless, something it's better than nothing. I reflected on what I did and I have moved on from it completely. If someone in the future wants to bring this up I will just show them this post.

Also this post is no reason to condone illegal/inmoral behavior or to make of them easy subjects to deal with. These are my own experiences, mistakes, errors, troubles, feelings and reflections. In no way I am condoning the same behavior to other kinds of bad actions about anyone else, which I hope I will never be the cause or victim of them anytime in the future.

#canceled #cancel culture #twitter cancel culture #samcal #twitter discourse #twitter

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sunball · 3 years

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WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR PERSON'S LIFE RIGHT NOW + A MESSAGE FROM THEM

𖦹 this reading includes what is going on in your person’s life right now, what they (or their higher self) want to say to you at this moment and songs they'd like to give you. this reading is more about your future spouse or your future partner, someone who you may not be in contact with but you're curious about what they're doing.

𖦹 so there will be two paragraphs for each pile (what your person is doing and what they want to say to you). you can choose more than one pile. ex: pile 1 for what your person is doing and pile 2 for the message.

𖦹 how does this work? close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

𖦹 take what resonates.

THE PILES

PILE 01

now playing:

pile 01's songs

THEIR LIFE

hello pile 01, welcome to your reading. I'm getting a lot of fire energy here, especially leo. I'm hearing Leo in 1st and 10th house, aries in 8th house, aries mars, mars in 10th house and also Venus in 2nd and 3rd house. I'm also getting gemini and capricorn. capricorn mars, aquarius venus. If these aren't your placements then they're most likely your person's placements. or perhaps, those are their transits. I feel a lot of confident energy from your person, I think they are at a good place right now. Your person has been betrayed and heartbroken quite recently but I feel like they're not trying to let that get to them. they're keeping their head high, focusing on their goals and working really hard. the pain motivated them to work hard, maybe as a way to get revenge? In their head, they may think that if they work hard, they can show off their success to the person that broke them like "hey, look at me now!". for some others, it's possible that they're working really hard because the work distracts them from the pain and the situation. they're acting like the pain isn't affecting them, I'm seeing them just laughing and hanging out with a group of people (their friends?) acting like theyre not dealing with any problems. your person is definitely at a period of time where work is only on their mind, they're hungry for success. success is the only thing your person is heading towards, it's the only direction they see. love isn't on your person's mind at all so I doubt that you've crossed their mind. but little do they know, the direction that they're heading towards will also lead them to you. your person may have travelled somewhere recently or maybe they're thinking of travelling somewhere else. there is change on the horizon for your person, maybe they will be promoted soon or moving countries, going to university, etc. they are so ambitious. I'm seeing piles of paper on desks, papers stuck on walls with dates and notes on them and also quotes. motivational quotes perhaps. your person is also working out, they could be getting up quite early. 6 am? I'm getting mad mars in 6th house vibes from your person. they're feeling burnt out, they have so much on their plate but they're not stopping anytime soon because they like it and also because they have no choice. they're also taking many responsibilities, I'm hearing house chores, work and looking after their parents or siblings. your person could be a student, a business person or they could work in an office. they're organizing their workspace and keeping track of their schedule, getting ready for the next chapter of their life. laziness is not in your person's vocabulary!

THEIR MESSAGE

you know, I am so busy right now. I'm too exhausted to even think about love, to think about you. I don't think about it anymore unlike before. I know at times you feel like we're nowhere close and you doubt my existence because of how distant I feel and I'm sorry. It is partially true, we're nowhere close to eachother and we're both individual human beings. let's live in the present and experience things and meet new people without having to think about eachother. I don't feel right about thinking of the future and just hoping for something to happen, hoping to just end up with someone like you. It doesn't feel right. I need to do something, I need to take action. that's exactly what I'm doing now. It gives me a sense of stability knowing that I'm taking action and there's a high possibility of my dreams coming true. I've promised myself that I won't stop working until I've achieved everything. I can't do all of this by myself, I need your help too. I'm asking you a favour, do your part. I'm doing mine. work hard and don't slack off. I'm sorry again for sounding cold, I'm not like this on a daily basis. I'm just really tired. I need to get my point across. don't slack off. please. I'll keep saying that. oh, that reminds me. at times I will definitely sound like a teacher or a boss, it's just a habit I got from work. It's not my intention to make you feel stupid, I know you're smart. I wanted you to know that because I don't want you to think I'm generally a cold person. I'm not. when tarot readers or psychics or astrologers or whoever says that I'm cold, they only mean when I'm at work or when I'm busy or serious. I would never be like that to someone I love, especially you. truthfully speaking, you don't know much about me at all especially if you think I'm a cold person. that thought you have of me stops now. I'm guessing that you're curious about me now. I like to look neat and clean, I don't like bright colours, they look unprofessional. I hang out with my friends sometimes and we just have lunch at a café or a local restaurant. I'm on my computer a lot so my back always hurts but I'm doing exercises to help me with it. I have too many cookbooks that I don't use because I don’t have much time, I end up freestyling my food and cooking up some eggs. I need to get better at managing time. I don't like people that don't practice what they preach, it irritates me. now for my appearance. this, in no way is useful information that will help us in any way but I suppose I'll just tell you. I have a sharp nose, it's pointy and a little wide. I don't have any piercings. I don't have bangs. as for my eyes, they're brown and deep-set. my lips? they're just lips. you'll love them anyway so it doesn't matter. my hair? neat and brown. you'll love it too. that's enough. you can stop trying to get to know me now, leave that for when we meet. you can know me more yourself when the time comes, I like the process of getting to know someone and the effort someone puts into getting to know me. until then, keep working hard.

PILE 02

now playing:

pile 02's songs

THEIR LIFE

I’m getting cancer energy from the pile, also pisces and gemini and libra. I’m hearing cancer/pisces/ libra venus, venus in 5th/7th/12th house, pisces moon, mercury in 7th house, cancer in 2nd house, gemini rising. if these aren’t your placements then they’re most likely your person’s, if not then these may be their transits. right now I feel like your person is trying something new, especially a hobby. I’m getting ‘painting’ for some of you. for others, your person has started something new like a project or they moved to a new house, something like that. there’s this feeling of ‘newness’ in your person’s life right now. they have so much passion for whatever this ‘newness’ is. they’re excited for this change, they can’t wait to move to the next stage. I’m feeling a positive energy coming from your person. their creativity is flowing through their blood, they feel inspired and joyous. some of you may not like to hear this but your person may have gotten in a relationship with someone or they want to get into a relationship with someone. they have a crush. I feel like there’s still an important choice to be made and your person has waited such a long time for the next stage, the relationship stage. I feel like their crush or their partner isn’t showing them that much attention, it feels quite one sided (your person giving more), they’re doing so much for their crush/partner but I feel like your person isn’t seeing it right, they’re just so blinded. like a little kid when they have a crush. If you don’t like what you’re hearing, don’t worry, they’re your person for a reason. anyways for others of you, I’m seeing your person listening to music while they’re doing their new hobby. painting is coming really strong, I’m seeing an easel. If it’s not a hobby then your person is feeling in love, whether it be a person or something else. their head is in the clouds, they’re listening to love songs, feeling so inspired by everything around them. love and venus themes is really important in your person’s life right now. If you’ve been listening to love songs recently or if you just feel all lovey-dovey, it’s most likely because of your person, you’re connected to your person. or if you feel inspired out of nowhere, it’s probably because of your person too. I just felt like I had to let you know that. sooner or later though, your person will realise that the relationship is one sided and they will give up on it. this will hit your person really hard, it will be a hard lesson for them. perhaps even the last lesson because I feel like your person has always done too much for people that don’t deserve their love. your person has experienced a lot and learnt many lessons except for this, when they learn this though, they will have learnt all the lessons. they can tick this off their box. I’m getting such wise Pisces vibes from them. for lots of you, your person is already in the 'realisation' stage and there's about to be a change in their life.

THEIR MESSAGE

It’s been challenging these days, maybe even these past few weeks and maybe even months too. It’s fine though, I can get through it. you don’t have to worry about me. I have a gut feeling that something is going to happen soon, disappointments? I’m not surprised, I’ve been so stuck in my own head. I don’t know why I keep giving people more. so stupid of me. maybe it’s not my fault? maybe it’s their fault for giving less, who knows. I don’t know how to stop. why do I do this? I keep getting disappointed over and over again, I’m starting to not have hope anymore. despite this, I still think love is beautiful. with the right person. love is not only limited to romantic love though, which is what I’ve learnt recently. I’ve been so fixated on romantic relationships that I’ve forgotten about the beautiful things around me. surprisingly, there’s love everywhere. do you know what I love? I love the stars, I love flat white coffee, I love the smell of fresh grass, I love nature and the sun, I love dogs (especially small dogs) and I love experiences. experiences that shape me into a better person, painful or not, I love those. not to sound masochistic – but I love pain. I learn from pain. love has always been painful for me but I’m still giving people my all, wrong people to be precise. Is that why I keep falling for people that don’t care about me? because I love getting hurt? now that I’ve thought of it, it sounds terrible. I need to fix that. I feel embarrassed now that you know this, please don’t shake your head. I will fix it. I want this cycle to end. don’t be worried about me. you should continue living your life, there’s yet so much you can experience. places to go, new people to meet, new activities to do. so much. I’d love to experience so many things with you. do you like road trips? I’d love to go on a picnic date too, does stargazing sound good? we could travel around the world, that’s on my bucket list. so many ideas but there’s still so much distance and time between us. I feel excited thinking about it, I want to do so much right now and experience so many things. by the time we meet, I might already have a long white beard because I’ll be so wise *laughs*. who knows, white hair does look awesome. I think it might suit me actually. on a serious note, I want you to know that you should not be afraid to try new things. don't be afraid of change. regret is scarier than change, staying in the same place and not growing is scarier than change. you may lose something good but what if you gain something even better? I’ll be there for you every step of the way, I’m always there for you even though I’m not there with you physically. do you feel me? I’m so proud of you. If you see an opportunity, take it or you’ll regret it later. don’t be afraid of saying no or saying yes, you deserve to be heard, assert your dominance *laughs*. I love you, take care of yourself. you can do it. [:

PILE 03

now playing:

pile 03's songs

THEIR LIFE

I'm getting mutable and fixed energy here, especially scorpio, virgo, leo, sagittarius. maybe scorpio rising and sagittarius rising with pluto in 1st house. I'm hearing saturn in 8th house, saturn in 22°, scorpio sun or moon aspecting saturn, pluto and sun or moon sitting in the same house. if these aren't your placements then they're most likely your person's. these could be their transits too. your person is going through a transformation, something had recently happened in their life that has caused this transformation. I'm thinking it's death, a death of a loved one like a family member, a friend or a pet. someone close to them. If it's not a death of a loved one then it's a death of a cycle, a death of a job, a relationship, something like that. something that came to an end. it's affecting your person badly and they feel so much guilt. they're missing and mourning over whatever this is. they're pessimistic, they feel like the whole world is against them and that their would turned upside down. they have no hope anymore, they're not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm seeing that image of Yuu Otasaka from the anime Charlotte. I think your person is exactly like that right now. depressed. I see tissues, dark rooms and hoodies and blankets. also gaming for a number of you (interesting how the picture you chose is a picture of keys). they're going through it right now and they need support. your person is not communicating with many people or interacting with anyone at all, they're pushing people away. looking at the picture of the pile you chose, I realised it says "wish you were here". now this could mean that they wish that the person they lost were still with them or they wish that someone could come and support them or comfort them, or for a few amount of you, this could be meaning you. they wish you were there with them. however, I don't think love is a thought that comes in their mind in this period of time. it's more like, they're screaming into a void wishing someone could hear them, not directly meaning you. for others of you, I'm getting a different situation. your person may have gotten fired or they tried something but it didn't work out and they had so much hope for it. they badly wanted it to work out and now your person is feeling disappointed in themselves, like someone just ripped away something really valuable to them. your person doesn't know that the reason this, whatever this is, didn't work out is because it wasn't meant to. It's not part of their divine plan. It honestly saved your person from future problems but they don't know that. It's a blessing in disguise. I'm strongly feeling it's something related to their job or maybe love, 'right place, wrong time' is what I'm hearing. your person is blaming themselves for it all, thinking it was because of time, lack of planning or they didn't try hard enough. It isn't true, they should be easy on themselves.

THEIR MESSAGE

I don't know what to say. I don't feel like saying much. why do you want to know anyway? do you care? am I interesting? I'm not all that special, you know. here I go again, making sh*t sad. I'll try and make this light-hearted as possible because you shouldn't see this side of me, not so soon. not like this. *silence* I'll start off by saying that you can't control whatever life throws at you. but you can control your reactions and how you deal with it. I'm not doing very well, not dealing with it the way I usually do. It hit me hard and I don't like being sad like this and not doing anything, not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting to talk to anyone, not finding joy in the things I love doing. I hate this f*cking feeling and the way I'm dealing with it. I heard that you should let yourself feel everything once in a while. I'm f*cking feeling everything alright. why did I not let myself feel before? now it's all consuming me. all of my problems and emotions, this darkness inside of me, erupting. I regret this. I regret acting like I was fine before, finding distractions. now I know that being distracted doesn't necessarily mean that it's gone, the problem is still there. don't do what I did. let yourself feel. or it will all build up and eat you alive. you don't want that. I don't want that. I don't want you to be sad, god no. definitely not like this. but if being sad will help you then that's certainly fine by me, just don't act like you're fine. that will hurt me much more. just do what I say. showing emotions is not a sign of weakness. look at me, I'm so f*cked up because of not thinking that. this feeling will go away, right? right. If you need to let it all out, do it. I can feel your sadness, the nights you cried, I felt them. those tears of yours, I want to wipe them away but I'm not there. it sucks. I need you here. I need a good f*cking hug right now. I want you to be happy but I don't know how. I'd do anything to see that smile of yours. that precious smile that I have yet to see. I know it's precious. listen to me. I need you. I need you to stay strong. you're so strong and much more emotionally intelligent than I am. I am so in awe. your strength gives me energy, you give me energy. you're the light of my life. I hope our kids will be as beautiful and as amazing as you. I'm glad I was given the chance to talk to you like this. I love you, sunshine.

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well... if you want...

cherry actually hates cherries and cherry-flavored things. joe also hates cherries, but he likes cherry-flavored things. it's okay for cherry to not like cherries but it's homophobic if joe doesn't

cherry kissing joe's acne scars send tweet

(wait no literally i was on call with my internet friends and was subconsciously picking at my acne and then suddenly blood was dripping down my face and they saw and went "don't pick at your acne it'll give you scars" and i kid you not i almost went "... well then maybe i should so i can look like joe" uygfcgyhuio)

anyways ahem

matchablossom seeing themselves in reki and langa,,, but cherry is too caught up in the tournament and wanting to beat ad*m to notice but joe notices and some part deep inside of him is worried that maybe both langa and cherry (for the second time) will get swept away by ad*m and there's nothing he can do...

they are the epitome of i think i got you beat from shrek the musical while being take me back from black friday at the same time and no i do not accept criticism combine both those songs and that's matchablossom in a nutshell

i still think about cherry yeeting joe over his shoulder to shut him up because it always does without fail

and the whole joe was the good boy and cherry was the bad boy thing iuhygtfdxftgyuio but cherry goes along with what everyone thinks and tells the kids and shadow about stuff he did in high school but says that joe did it instead and he gets away with it for so long because he was like "don't tell him i told you because he'll get embarrassed"

joe probably once coped with his feelings for cherry by writing destiel fanfiction where he was dean and cherry was cas. cherry read it once later in life. he laughed. he told joe it was the "worst thing i have ever read, you idiotic gorilla your handwriting is terrible too". he kept it. reads it sometimes.

cherry and shadow made joe soup one time. it didn't go well (aaaand that was part of a prompt in my inbox that i am working on lol anyways cherry making joe food when joe's depression gets really bad not just cause he wants joe to eat but because he knows that he's a terrible cook and it'll make joe laugh)

what if to get revenge on reki and langa for dressing up as them for halloween, matchablossom dresses up as renga. but joe calls being langa because he wants to see cherry act like reki and when cherry says "no, reki would be easier for you and your hair and personality and langa would be easier for me it's just a silly costume" and then joe goes "oh so you can't pretend to be reki, i get it. i guess i'm just a better reki than you" and cherry loses it and then does it.

what i'm saying is cherry never backs down from a dare so all joe has to say to make him do stuff is "well ig you just can't do it then" or "oh so you don't want to try because you know i'm better at it"

any time joe sees any kind of pink flower, he either takes a picture of it and sends it to cherry with the message "it's you😁💕" or he picks one to give to him

but on the flip side, okay so this is something my sister and i do, if they go on walks together (which they do), joe will point at a pretty or pink flower and be like "it's you😁💕" and then cherry will find the thinnest most near-death tree he can and go "that's you" and then joe will find the most "puny" near-death tree he can and tell cherry it's him and that's how they spend the whole walk

cherry learned italian when joe was in italy because he missed him

cherry asks joe if he can practice doing eyeliner on him and joe combusts because that means cherry will be very close to me but little does he know, cherry just wants to be practically sitting in his lap / wants to see how beautiful okay he looks with eyeliner

okay i should probably do some homework, but here is some matchablossom for you as requested <3

oh corey i love you thank you so much

so many wonderful thoughts wow...

cherry hating cherries is fantastic and also "it's okay for cherry to not like cherries but it's homophobic if joe doesn't" made me laugh, thank you

CHERRY KISSING JOE'S ACNE SCARS YEAH

renga / matchablossom parallels,,, owie

i have not yet seen shrek the musical but i will take your word for it bc i trust you

yes cherry lifting joe is my favourite thing ever, i love the idea that he's just like *yeet* and joe's like "oh"

CHERRY PINNING ALL HIS BAD BOY BEHAVIOUR ON JOE SDFHJSKDF im just imagining joe mentioning something cherry did offhandedly and reki/langa/miya being like "?? he said you did that" and joe being like "WHAT"

joe writing destiel fanfiction <3 cherry keeping it <33

awwomg he cooks for joe to make him laugh,, i could cry over that honestly

oh i absolutely agree with cherry never backing down from a dare, he is so competitive; i definitely see him as the kind of person who's about to do something and then someone tells him to do the thing and he's like "well now im not going to" (especially if joe is the one telling him to do it) or he'll like,, say no but then do it anyway

that's really sweet actually, both versions of it,, bullying each other by pointing at weird things and saying "that's you" is a timeless love language

cherry learned italian... yeah. i have my own headcanon that cherry researched everything he could about where joe was studying in italy, and had carla include the town/city on his daily weather/time checks (eg: "it is 11:38am in Okinawa Japan and 4:38am in [town/city] Italy")

the inherent gayness of doing someones eyeliner for them

thank you very very much for sharing your matchablossom thoughts with me, i loved them, i hope you manage to get some homework done <3

#matchablossom #nanjo kojiro #saurayashiki kaoru #asks #corey #that-was-anticlimactic #mutuals

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kithtaehyung · 4 years

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Room 3 | PJM

summary: it’s just another normal day for you at the wellness center until it suddenly isn’t. note: standalone for now! part 2 is semi-written but no solid plans atm. note 2 (june 7th, 2021): this will be revamped in the future! i really enjoyed this premise so i won’t get rid of it completely. pairing: idol!jimin x massage therapist!reader genre: fluff word count: 9,188

Thirteen.

The sidewalk underneath your feet has thirteen cracks in the little square you stand in. Sliding a small rock into one of them provides you with something to do until you hear the squeaking, screeching brakes of a bus struggling to a stop in front of you.

You adjust the strap on your shoulder as the doors open with a hydraulic hiss, and you give the driver a small smile before finding a place to stand. There aren’t many people commuting today, so it’s a pleasant surprise that you get to sit down for a change.

It was just another day in your life. You got up this morning and did your routine, listened to your wake up music on repeat, and checked that you had your wallet, phone, keys, and earphones before heading down to the bus stop. The very same earphones are still on as you now have your library on shuffle, and you hum along to the “na na na’s” of the current tune.

Living in Seoul for about a year now, you were pretty settled in. The people were accommodating, the quality of life was much better than where you were before, and you felt like you could live here for the rest of your days. It was insanely tough at first, but the initial culture shock and feeling of loneliness lessened as you made friends and befriended coworkers. You don’t have many people close to you here, but you can count on the ones that are.

You turn your head to gaze out the windows. Shimmering glass buildings tower over you, shops and street signs whiz by, and people look like they’re walking in slow motion as you follow them with your eyes. Blips of pastels and bold colors mingle together and you look down to observe your own monochrome uniform. For the place you worked at, you didn’t expect the clothes to look luxurious, but they’re actually designed very well. And they’re soft.

That’s enough for you.

Your stop is next, so you hook your arm around the nearest pole to prep. The steel has a coldness that seeps into your sleeve, but your only thought is wondering what you should eat for lunch.

Why do you feel so tense?

The sign right above you emits a sense of relaxation, but there’s a tightness in your shoulders. Odd. You lock your phone with one hand and grip the strap of your pack with the other before taking a deep breath. You count down from three before letting it out.

The hiss of your exhale mingles with the standard sounds of the city, and you concentrate on the flow of life both inside your body and the environment around you. You did this often when you felt out of place, and it served to recalibrate you and your thoughts. Storing your phone away, you make your way inside the frosted glass doors.

Working at one of Seoul’s prestigious wellness centers was definitely something you were proud of. If there was one thing you’ve wanted for years, it was for a way for you to massage yourself. Everyone seemed to love your massages, but no one knew how to massage you. That is, until you came here. You’ve never experienced people knowing exactly where you were hurting and effectively working out all of those kinks during one session. It was magical.

What is even more magical is the fact that you joined the ranks of those same angels from above. You love them, and they love you.

“Good morning! I hate you!”

Well.

“Morning, Yoon,” you respond lowly as you take your earphones out and store them. “Love you, too.” As you walk around front reception, Yoon smiles at you and comments,

“No, really, I think you legitimately repulse me now.”

You shoot her a look of pure terror. “What the hell did I do?”

“Nothing,” she sighs, dropping her eyes to the papers in front of her.

In a state of panic, your mind speeds through any events that happened since the last time you saw her. Did you accidentally ignore her once? Look at her funny? Yoon was big on body language.

You didn’t realize you were still staring at her until she tapped the glass counter between you two. “Hey, I’m sorry. I know you’re nervous. I just thought jokes would help.”

What?

“I’m not nervous, just tense for some reason. Although, you definitely made it worse,” you admit, “I might need to take a longer break today and somehow get Jay to rub my shoulders. Maybe I can bribe him with samgy--”

“--Uhh, forget him; have you even checked your client list for this week? I’ll do anything if you switch your schedule with me.”

Double-what?

“Okay, now you’re just being weird,” you chuckle, “But also, no, I haven’t checked yet. It’s Monday!”

In a sing-song manner, Yoon warns, “You better check your schedule before I snatch it...”

You laugh again and wave her off, but her words only mess with your head. As you make your way to the back room, you fidget and check your phone for any notifications you missed between when you exited the bus and now. You don’t know what you expected: still nothing.

As if you feel the weight of eyes on you, you glance up and notice some people are giving you looks.

What in the hell is going on? It’s 7am on a Monday and therefore way too early for people to be this upset with you. Yoon may have said she was joking, but by the looks of everyone else...

A hand claps onto your shoulder, causing you to yelp and feel like you rocket right into the ceiling. Only the hearty laugh beside you clues you in on who you were getting revenge on later.

“Geez, someone’s not looking forward to today.”

“You better sleep with one eye open tonight, Jay,” you seeth, hands rubbing your temples as you struggle to steady your heart rate. “Also, what’s so special about today? Yoon was being strange just a second ago, too.”

Your coworker looks at you like you have seven heads. “Okay, first off: if I had the amount of adrenaline in your body right now, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. And second: you didn’t check your schedule yet?”

They didn’t know it, but they were going to be the death of you.

“No, I ha--It’s a Mon--you know what, I’m going to check now; you guys are killing me.” You leave Jay in a rush and race to the employee lounge. The anxiousness in your chest is bubbling over.

Jay’s on your heels, whispering loudly, “I can spoil it right now if you want!”

You respond in a low voice, “Don’t you have a client to see?”

“Nope!”

You round the corner and see the back room door is already open, so you power through and head straight for the docking table on the other side. Everyone working here has a personal tablet, and you unplug yours from the charging port. Pressing through the menus as quickly as the tablet allows, you feel a thin layer of sweat on your skin. Touch ID. Login. Main Menu. Scheduling. Weekly Outlook. Confidentiality Prompt.

Shit.

Confidentiality Prompts are for the therapists that have huge clients scheduled. They’re put in place for celebrities and business executives to have guaranteed privacy.

With a start, you wonder why the hell Yoon wanted your schedule. Everyone here is wary of high-profile people. It’s a whole different experience since they basically hold your life in their hands in each session. You recall a horror story that happened when you first started working there, and still don’t know where that employee ended up.

Your only problem is that you’ve never had to deal with this before. Jay, Yoon, and a bunch of the veterans have, but this is going to be your first.

“Damn, yours is longer than mine was,” Jay observes before you squeeze your tablet to your chest. “That looks intense.”

“Umm, snoopy much?” You shift your body away from him and speed read through the very long, very wordy window. When you hit Accept, another window pops up that you have to read through. This one is even more fine print. You suddenly realize something and dart your eyes up. “Wait, you got one, too?”

Jay nods and looks away, and he actually looks nervous. “Yeah, we all got them this time.”

Now that is alarming. This client must be something else.

Window after window comes up and you wonder if you should probably read these in earnest. It’s starting to genuinely scare you.

If this is that big of a deal…

You banish that thought from your mind as soon as it appears. Elephants would have to fall from the sky before you believe someone from that group is booking you here.

You hit Accept before you realize you didn’t actually read and instead mindlessly scrolled through the prompts. As the screen buffers, you bite your lip.

The screen goes back to normal and presents your schedule for today. Your coworkers are living their normal lives, putting their stuff in their lockers and getting materials ready for various sessions. Jay is being completely normal as he can’t stop laughing at your expression.

And your life is anything but normal anymore because elephants are dropping from the clouds and the words Monday, 8am, Park Jimin are staring you right in the face.

“You mean to tell me that you cleared your morning schedule just to see my reaction?”

Jay laughs in earnest. “Yes, and it was so worth it.”

You are failing to stop bouncing your leg as you wait at one of the tables in the employee lounge. There’s a cup of coffee in front of you, but you already know you aren’t going to drink a drop of it. You are about to be in close quarters with the equivalent of a royal family member, so coffee breath is out of the question.

Suddenly self-conscious, you ask, “Do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?”

“I actually do. Let me grab it.”

As your friend gets up, you scrutinize the table in front of you to avoid peoples’ lingering stares. How everyone somehow knew your upcoming client before you did was a mystery, but you don’t really care enough at the moment to find out.

Jay hands you what you asked for and you thank him before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. After you brush your teeth like a madman, you check your face for discrepancies and sigh at your choice of almost no makeup today.

You can’t help but wonder if the thirteen cracks in the sidewalk are laughing at you at this very moment.

Checking your smart watch, you realize you have either the longest or shortest 30 minutes of your life left before your appointment with Jimin.

You huff out a laugh at how ridiculous that sounds. You refuse to believe this is real until you physically see him in the room. Confidentiality forms or not, the name Park Jimin or not, you still can’t wrap your head around the situation.

Speaking of the forms, you assume that they were printed out for company records as soon as you submitted yours to sign. You decide to head back to the front desk after throwing Jay his spare toothbrush, to which he responds with pure disgust.

It was like Yoon was waiting for you because as soon as you open the glass doors, she’s hounding you, “So what did you do in a past life? Did you save an emperor? Rescue a prophet?”

“I don’t know about a past life, but I did save a turtle when I was five.” You tap your fingers on the reception desk and stare at the orchids on the counter. “Or at least I thought I did. I probably just made his life harder. Can I see a copy of the forms I signed?”

“I’m gonna go with the saved prophet. Which one was it?”

“Yoon,” you beg, desperate as you glance at the abstract clock above her and see that you have 20 minutes left. A mere 20 minutes until he is supposed to arrive to check-in.

“Okay, okay! Hold on,” she chuckles and rolls her chair away from you and towards the printer. “By the way, if I wasn’t the one checking him in, I would’ve hijacked your entire day already.”

Her words are garbled since you are laser-focused on rubbing an orchid petal between your fingers. Its soft and supple touch is calming you, and just for a second, you are able to clear your thoughts.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when Yoon hands you the forms. The paper is still warm as you thank her and head towards the doors.

“Oh, wait,” Yoon calls behind you, and you turn to see her grabbing another small stack of papers. When she extends them over the counter, she explains, “I was waiting until you saw your schedule to hand these over. Read through them carefully.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, even more anxious than before.

Your heart jumps into your throat when you see what Yoon handed over. You don’t even remember the walk to the back lounge and to one of the secluded tables; all you can focus on are the papers in front of you. They look like they were written on and scanned before being sent over to the wellness center.

It’s Jimin’s handwriting.

You’ve seen his penmanship before. There is no mistaking the neat, determined strokes. Even the way he checked the boxes and circled the pain points on diagrams proves very... well, him. Any other uncertainty dissolves after you see his birthday filled in, as well.

This is really happening.

You gently slam the papers on the table and hunch over to commit the information to memory. Months and months of schooling have sharpened this ability of yours, and you are determined to imagine this as just another client you have to memorize.

Light to medium pressure. Avoid anything above light pressure around the spinal area and lower back. Shoulders, calves, and feet are pain points. Facial area priority.

A trip to the countryside right at this very moment sounds like a fantastic idea.

Jay plops into the seat in front of you, and that thought bubble bursts. “This color on your face suits you. Reminds me of what’s-his-name, Edward.”

“How much time do I have,” you question, not even acknowledging him.

“Seven minutes.”

“Of course,” you mutter before standing, the irony not lost on you. “I’ll go prep now.”

You don’t see Jay waving you off. “If you survive, I’ll see you on the other side!”

A laugh escapes you. Personally, your only goal is to make it through five minutes. If you pass away after that, you would have no regrets.

You stand behind the reception doors with your tablet to your chest, staring at the wall across the way. The subtle wallpaper pattern is a great choice for this place, you decide.

Indescribable anxiousness and fear aside, you have a job to do. As long as you keep your outside actions professional, your inner turmoil can be whatever the hell it wants. You’ve been in this profession long enough and you know you’re ready to do this. You’ve seen the whole spectrum of human emotion in this line of work. No matter how well of a job you do, there are still people that are never happy. As long as you focus on keeping the client’s wellness and health in mind, you keep your consciousness clear.

Then again, you haven’t had to deal with a client like Park Jimin before, let alone a high executive or well-known actress.

A muffled “Good morning and welcome” reaches your ears and you push yourself off the wall. The frosted glass only allows you to see so much, but you can make out a few guys standing in the front area. Two are taller and only wearing dark clothes, and the other is a bit shorter. The latter is looking to be wearing a beanie, light colored top, and dark pants.

You can’t hear anyone talking other than Yoon, but suddenly the shorter one makes his way to your doors.

It’s him. You’re absolutely sure.

Steeling your resolve, you pull your side open. With a smile, you look straight at your client’s sunglasses-and-mask-clad face and greet him just like you would anyone else, “Good morning and welcome. Am I speaking to Mr. Park?”

He stills for a second before he nods.

“Nice to meet you. We’ll be in Room 3.”

Jimin bows to you slightly and whispers a thank you, and you follow him to your room. Your heart is rattling nonstop as you note the height difference between the two of you. It isn’t as bad as you thought it was.

The door to Room 3 is already open, and when Jimin enters you stop at the entrance.

You lied earlier. None of this feels real. He’s physically in the room, and you still don’t think this is happening.

You let Jimin put his bag down on the corner chair before gliding into the formal greeting, “Since this is our first session, please let me know if there’s anything you need. I did go over your forms, but if there was something that wasn’t specified, feel free to ask. I want to make sure all of your needs are met today.”

“Your name?”

You falter. “What?” Did he just...

Jimin takes off his sunglasses, and you feel all oxygen leave your body. He’s still wearing a mask, but you can see that his eyes are creased just a tad. “It wasn’t specified on the forms. Your name?”

A part of you just chalks this up to being standard Jimin behavior, but the other part of you wonders if he really didn’t know whom he was getting a massage from. Did Yoon not tell him? Check-in is supposed to confirm your specialist.

You also note that his voice is infinitely softer in person. TV and recordings did not do this man justice.

Keeping it professional is all you must do. You tell him your name, apologizing for not introducing yourself already. It’s also on your tablet, so you show him while you talk.

Jimin leans forward to read it and smiles again. “Ah. Pretty.”

Are your five minutes up? Can you pass away now? He’s a mere six feet away from you but it feels like his presence is engulfing you.

All that escapes you is a tiny thank you. “So, mhm,” you clear your throat and yell at yourself to get it together, “Go ahead and undress down to your comfort level and lie down on the bed with the sheet on top of you. That remote there is connected to my tablet, so just take it off the charger and bring it to the bed. You can press the green button whenever you’re ready.”

Jimin looks towards the console table next to him and sees the white remote. It’s docked in a sleek charging port and stands out against the light wood. He nods, and you give him one last smile before reaching out and closing the door.

The only words your brain can process at the moment are not work appropriate, so you just go on autopilot to the employee lounge. You expected Jay or even Yoon to be chomping at your heels as soon as you left Jimin by himself, but neither of them are around. That was completely fine: employees aren’t allowed to divulge anything that goes on in client sessions unless it’s dangerous to either of you.

You help yourself to a cup of water and down it before pouring another. The fruit flavor for today is strawberry, and you watch the fruit and ice swirl around as you stir the big glass container. There are pastries and assorted breakfast foods calling your name in the clear cabinet next to you, but you refuse. Your adrenaline is hindering your appetite.

People are still giving you daggers for stares, but after seeing Jimin in person you really can’t blame them. Even when you couldn’t even see his face, you felt his presence. His aura filled up that entire room and he only spoke around ten words. It would be a lie to say that you aren’t intimidated. You can already count the number of times you almost bolted out of the room on two hands. But you made yourself proud: as long as you keep your outer actions calm, you can get through this. Your voice was fairly level for someone whose heart was bouncing out of their ribcage. In the end, you want to make him feel comfortable and safe. Emotions cannot exist right now.

Self-deprecation comes into play as you wonder if this is a huge mistake and if Jimin is already out the door to find a better therapist.

Oh, well. At least he said your name was pretty.

Your doubts are casted aside as your tablet dings.

Jimin’s ready for you.

When you enter the room, you can see that your client followed your instructions completely. You glance at the corner chair and see that he even folded his clothes and set his jewelry neatly on the thin, long table. Since Jimin can’t see you from his position, you allow a warm smile to grace your features.

You close the door as softly as you can. The way the room is designed, the clients lie down so that their head is opposite the doorway. It takes you a few steps until you reach the head of the bed. You gingerly take the remote from where Jimin placed it next to his neck and turn around to redock it, and start to dim the lights with your tablet. Per standard, you ask, “Mr. Park, is this okay, or would you like the lights lower?”

His voice is projecting straight towards the floor, but it still sounds so light, “This is good, but please, call me Jimin.”

That’s definitely not what you expected, but you are touched. You nod before realizing that he still can’t see you. “Do you have a music preference for today?”

“Whatever you prefer is fine.”

Jimin is being so agreeable that your nerves start to dissipate. You were expecting him to at least be a little particular at some things, but he is being really easy to work with. The atmosphere starts to feel safe enough for you to joke, “Well, it does depend on my mood, so for now I’ll play Standard Spa Chord Progression, No. 5 instead of No. 3.”

The small chuckle you hear melts your heart. “Ah, is that the one with the harp?”

“No, that’s Spa Concerto, No. 4. We don’t have that one in our library, but I think it’s terrible anyways.”

Jimin’s head lifts from the table in an earnest laugh, and you can’t help but laugh with him. It’s infectious.

You select a random song on your tablet, and you weren’t lying when you said it was standard. The song is less of a song and more like a bunch of reverberating chords in slow succession. That’s one thing you noticed about this place: modern tech but very outdated music. Get with the times! At least have some nice piano covers to choose from.

“Not having Spa Concerto, No. 4 may be a deal-breaker for me,” Jimin comments, a hint of a smile in his voice.

You’re still tapping on your tablet to get to his file, and you make your way back to the door. There’s a clear slot on each room’s door to hold employee tablets, and as soon as you store yours, you can finally start. “I don’t blame you, even though I think it’s awful, that one still topped the char--Oh, shit!”

You aren’t watching where you’re going, so you don’t see the shoes in your path. It’s so dim in the room and his shoes match the floor color but none of that matters because right now you are falling and you are falling fast. Your first instinct is to grab the table, but that would risk pulling the blanket off of Jimin and you would rather die than do that to him.

So, floor it is.

Your hand not holding the tablet breaks some of the fall, but your face definitely makes contact with the ground. You can feel the slight burn on your nose and hand, and a sharp lingering pain follows.

Okay, now can you pass away. Someone from the heavens can come claim you now.

Drowning in shame, you don’t help yourself off the floor right away. Not only were you breaking your rule and joking around, you also weren’t paying attention and now possibly ruined Park Jimin’s shoes.

You’ll look up good resigning practices later tonight. You have enough money saved up to make it a couple months without a job, you reckon.

When you finally lift yourself off the floor, you turn around and see Jimin pushed up on the table. His whole upper body is bare and twisted towards you, and this is the first time you see his entire face. It’s more beautiful in person, you conclude, even though it conveys nothing but concern right now. “Are you okay?”

You nod furiously and stand up completely. Your voice is shaky as you apologize, “I am so sorry. One moment.” Before checking yourself, you check your personal tablet. To say it was worth more than you isn’t that far of a reach. No scratches, though. Praise be.

“Don’t apologize… Did you trip on my shoes?”

Embarrassment washes over you as you nod, not looking at Jimin. Placing your tablet gingerly on the console table, you dust your uniform down and inspect your hands and feel your nose. Luckily, there’s no blood, only slight rug burns. If there was blood, you would have to postpone the appointment until you effectively sanitized. With what you have, you just need to go wash up.

Jimin is still watching you intently, which makes your face burn even more. What a mess. He’s probably second-guessing this whole thing.

You bow, feeling tears at the corners of your eyes. “Mr. Park, I am so sorry.”

“Jimin.”

“I’ll just need to clean my hands and then I promise we will start as soon as I get back. I know your time is valuable so I’ll make up for the minutes we lost.”

“I… Okay. Thank you.”

You make your way out of the room, still courteous enough to shut the door quietly. Rushing to the nearest sink, a small sob leaves your throat as you wring your hands under the water. Life is kind to you at this moment because no one is around. You would never live it down if someone saw you coming out of Jimin’s room crying.

After splashing water on your face and drying it, you take out a cotton pad from one of the glass containers on the counter. You press it onto your eyes, decreasing the evidence of your current state.

So much for making Jimin feel safe and comfortable. You’ve only made it awkward.

With a deep breath, you enter the room.

Jimin turns his head and puts it in the crook of his arm to look back at you. “Are you sure you’re okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t help you…”

You go over to his shoes and move them under the chair, wincing when you see visible tears on them. Guess you’re withdrawing a chunk of your savings to pay Park Jimin for damages.

“I assure you, I’m fine,” you state firmly, but soften, “But I’m really sorry about the shoes; I may have torn them. I can pay you back.”

You hear sheets shuffling, and when you face him, Jimin’s fully on one elbow and turned towards you. “No, please, don’t worry about those. I should’ve put them out of the way. I feel bad.”

“It’s definitely my fault,” you countered, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jimin uses your name, which stops you in your tracks. “Everything’s okay, I promise.”

You should feel many different things, like pride in getting to see this man in person, or happiness from him actually addressing you by name. But all you can think about in this moment is how disappointing you’ve been to another human being, and you sigh.

You nod, but still plan to pay him back. You know enough about designer brands to know those aren’t cheap, and they’re shoes you’ve seen him wearing a lot in photos.

“It’s okay to lie back down,” you say softly, unmoving.

Jimin searches your face one more time before settling back face-down on the table.

It’s a normal day at work, you tell yourself. Go through your routine.

Launching yourself into action, you move to the far end of the console table. Grabbing a bottle you’ve clutched so many times before that its label is wearing down, you uncap it and oil your hands and wrists. You also unstopper a bottle of lavender oil and pour a few drops into the nearby bamboo diffuser and start it.

You make your way to the head of the table and grab a rolling stool from a corner of the room. The wheels on your chair don’t make any noise, which you fixed up yourself. This day isn’t any different - it’s still silently gliding on the carpet. Plopping your devastated self onto the cushion, you scoot towards Jimin’s head. You’re about to place your hands onto his bare shoulders to start, but you whisper,

“It’s also okay if you want to cancel and reschedule with someone else, Mister--Um, Jimin.”

You can’t believe you just gave Park Jimin a way out of a whole 60 minutes with you. Where did this conviction and restraint come from? Is this going to be the regret of your entire lifetime?

After a long silence, Jimin answers with his face in the headrest, “If you call me Mister Jimin again, then I will.”

You huff out a laugh at his unexpected answer, and your shoulders finally relax. It seems like he’s still fine after everything that’s happened, and you thank any deity you can think of for this second chance.

Light to medium pressure. Avoid anything above light pressure around the spinal area and lower back. Shoulders, calves, and feet are pain points. Facial area priority.

You aren’t a fan of light pressure, but you understand why people prefer it. Not everyone can handle the deep tissue or harder pressure massages.

Jimin’s shoulders are incredibly tense, though, so you feel bad that you’re limited in what you can do. You allow some medium pressure to the worst spots, and when you approach the insides of his shoulder blades you lessen the intensity.

Gliding your fingers back to the ridge between his neck and shoulders, you feel that his right is still tight. You use your left elbow to work that knot, careful to press even lighter than you would with your hands.

Jimin grunts, and you still. “Is that too much?”

“No, I like that.”

You keep that in mind as your hands travel over the rest of his upper back area. From time to time, you reapply the oil to allow for less friction. It lets your fingers slide deftly across muscles and quickly work any troublesome areas, which Jimin has a lot of.

It makes sense: you can’t even imagine the amount of pressure all of the boys were constantly dealing with. There was a lull in their activity recently, so you knew something was in the works. Between recording songs, shooting music videos, fulfilling their brand contracts, and whatever else they do, you’re surprised you don’t feel more knots under Jimin’s skin.

The soft chords of the next song float around the room, and you lose yourself in your movements. You can’t see his face, which makes it a lot easier. You worked through his whole upper body, neck, and upper arms area so naturally that you were admiring his wrist tattoo before remembering who you were massaging.

For the seven hundredth time that day, you cannot believe this is happening. You really hope Jimin does feel safe here despite your whirlwind of thoughts. Have you kept it professional enough? Neutral enough? He seemed to be fine with your joking earlier, and he didn’t seem upset about the shoes in the least.

But still… Maybe he was just tolerating you because it’s the same situation for him, different place and day. Putting yourself in his shoes, you would feel pity for you trying your best to accommodate him. The pressure over everyone everywhere you go had to be exhausting. It couldn’t ever be normal.

Your shoulders suddenly slump under the weight of what you feel for him.

And Jimin seems to notice. “Really, it’s okay about the shoes. Those were getting pretty worn anyways.”

You still. Of course he thought you were still fussing over the shoes and not over his life. His unending consideration was like a burning hearth: it made you feel so warm.

“Okay,” you respond softly, “I understand.”

“Good. If you worry about them again, I’m walking out barefoot,” Jimin says sternly, even though you know he’s kidding. “And don’t test me, I’ve done it before.”

Your words leave you before you think. “I don’t believe you.”

“Oh?”

Jimin puts his hands on the table and you yelp, “Okay, okay, stop!”

He laughs and plops his arms back down flat. You lament as you still can see how his muscles bulge in your mind.

You shake your head and sigh before rolling to his left and softly taking his arm. His skin is so soft you don’t even need the oil, you notice. You work his forearm before moving down to his wrist and fingers. Thinking about Jimin’s threat, you are pretty curious. “Be honest: did that really happen?”

“It didn’t,” he responds immediately, “But I thought about it once. My shoes were killing my feet so I thought about walking without them until I found a shoe store.”

It sounds so childish to you that you chuckle. “Where was this,” you ask, completely intrigued now.

“Ah, I honestly can’t remember. I think somewhere in Europe.”

“...Did you just pick an entire continent because you couldn’t remember?”

“...There’s seven continents and one of them is Antarctica! Picking one out of six is easy.”

This man is something else. You finally finish off his right side, and you gingerly set his arm down on the table. With a mental pat on the back, you get ready for the next part of the routine. In your softest therapist voice, you instruct, “Okay, go ahead and turn over and slide down until your head is on the table.”

Jimin obeys right away, shifting over and moving down. The white sheet slips down his body a bit, and you diligently pull it up until it’s covering everything up to his neck. During this, you feel rather than see his eyes on you, so you don’t dare yourself to look.

You go back to your plethora of containers to re-oil, and roll your chair to the foot of the table. All that time, Jimin thankfully has his eyes closed.

You were equal parts dreading and looking forward to this part of the massage since his face was going to be visible. This way, you can’t escape the reality of the situation.

But you decided to follow the flow of the conversation. You learned the subtle nuances of human communication throughout your experiences: when people wanted to talk or stay quiet, if they were liking the conversation or not, etc. Jimin seems to be fine with talking despite your assumption that he was going to be quiet for the most part. It has definitely made this easier for you, though.

“I want to visit all seven continents one day,” you decide to admit.

“I do, too,” Jimin responds, eyes still closed. “How many do you have left?”

You start on his feet, working along the smooth skin.

“Uhh, well,” you whisper, “A good chunk. I’ve only been here and back where I’m from, and I just moved here around a year ago.”

After you tell Jimin where you were before, he sounds amazed, “You seem like you’ve lived here for so long. I wouldn’t have guessed.”

He’s definitely being nice. You are just now getting decent at the language and customs, but there is still a lot you have to learn.

“But, I do want to start traveling again for a specific reason,” you divulge, sighing to yourself as you think yet again about your lofty dreams.

“Which reason is that,” Jimin asks, and you somehow know his eyes are open now.

Your own eyes betray you as you connect your gaze with his. “I want to experience different techniques in person.” You don’t know he can feel the fire behind your eyes. “There’s no better teacher than experience, at least to me. I know I’m good at what I do currently, but there’s so much out there that I want to learn and get better at.”

You debate whether to keep going or not. Jimin’s eyes are alight with curiosity, so you take that as your cue. It’s surreal that you get to talk about your dream with him of all people, so you strive to make it count. “Take music, for example: everyone agrees that music is healing, therapeutic. But, there’s so many genres, so many ways to create it. I see massage as the same way: therapeutic, but many different ways to make people feel better.”

Jimin is silent as he tears his gaze from you to look at the ceiling. You concentrate on his ankles, working them as delicately but effectively as you can. A part of you wants to keep talking, but you don’t want to push it. You may have said too much as it is.

The next song has soft chimes to accompany the rippling chords. Lavender wafts through the air and quells your nerves. You continue to Jimin’s lower legs and glide your fingers along the flow of his muscles. When you feel a break or disturbance, you stop and tend to it until you feel it’s balanced. After his lower legs are done, you move on to his thighs. You feel tightness all over, and you apply medium pressure to these areas because of how much muscle they contain.

Jimin’s legs are a work of art on the outside, but so chaotic on the inside. The chakra highways are disjointed, and you have worked through so many kinks in the roads. If you imagine yourself as someone walking down a path, you are stopping every 10 steps to smooth over a pothole or breakdown a hill in the way. You can’t see how this person can even walk, let alone perform on stage like this. All of them never cease to amaze you.

“Where would you start?”

Jimin’s sudden inquiry throws you. You swear he was silent for a good ten minutes. “What?”

His eyes are glued to the ceiling still. “Which places do you want to visit? Like, where would you go to learn?”

“Well…” You are almost too stunned to speak. He has been thinking about what you said this whole time? Aren’t there plenty of more important things he needs to be thinking about right now? “There’s this technique called amma that originates in Japan, and there’s an American technique called esalen that I want to learn, too. I think that one is from California.”

On a high from Park Jimin’s interest in your life, you ramble about a few more, your voice getting more animated the more you talk about different things. It can’t be helped; you’ve been passionate about traveling and learning for so long. You’ve just never been able to really try it since money was part of the equation. Or more so out of the equation. In addition, you didn’t really get to talk about it with anybody. No one’s actually asked. But somehow, Jimin did.

When you realize you actually stopped massaging his thigh, you look up in horror to apologize, “Oh, I am so sorry - I didn’t mean to stop.”

Jimin’s head is turned to the side, his hair falling into his eyes. The smile gracing his face is soft. “It’s okay,” he assures you, “I feel much better already anyways.”

Your cheeks flush before he even stops talking. “That’s good,” you whisper, “We’re almost done so I would hope so.”

“What!” Jimin’s eyes dart to the clock on the table. It’s already 8:50am.

That saddens you a lot more than it should.

“On second thought: I feel tense in my hand, I think you need to go back and redo it. Here.” He’s extending his right hand towards you as if to shake hands, and you laugh.

“Nice try, Jimin,” you say, “But I do need to work on your face for the last part. Close your eyes for me, please.”

He stares at you for a second before obeying. The smile from earlier makes a return.

You roll your chair back to the head of the bed and plop down. Jimin’s face is angelic even upside-down, and you pray to the heavens that you massage it perfectly.

When you start, you quip, “See? You’re so happy we’re almost done.”

“No, no!” Jimin laughs. “That’s not it. You just called me Jimin - it was nice.”

“Oh.” You swear steam is billowing from your head. How can he affect you so intensely? And how were you keeping yourself together?

With the resolve of a thousand emperors, maybe including one you probably did save in a past life, you steady your hands on his temples. Rubbing in delicate circles, you start the last segment.

Face massages are your favorite. Even the smallest movements are invigorating, and you feel very refreshed after one.

“When I come back, Spa Concerto, No. 4 better be available.”

You smile. There’s no way Jimin will be back, but you appreciate his friendly nature.

“It’s not even all that great, but I’ll let them know,” you play along. “I’m more of a piano person, though. There’s a lot of piano covers saved in my phone that are way better.”

Jimin’s eyes flash open at the same time he proclaims, “Ah, I love piano covers! Especially on rainy days.”

“Mm,” you hum in agreement, “I can listen to those all the time.”

Your heart drops like a stone as you glance at the clock and see your time is up. The hour absolutely flew by. Dropping your eyes back onto Jimin’s face, you take your hands off his cheeks and say, “Okay, that’s the end of our session today.” You get up to dry your hands and lower arms with a cloth while going over the last steps, “I’ll leave you to get dressed, and I’ll come back to the room to give you water and some stretch and wellness recommendations moving forward. Just press the green button on the remote when you’re ready, like last time.”

When you turn back to him, Jimin’s fully propped up with his hands behind him. The blanket over him is draped across his body, just enough to cover his ribs. He’s smiling right at you as he speaks, “Thank you. You’re really good.”

You bow in thanks, face lighting up like wildfire. “You were great, too,” you comment in return, immediately cringing inside. “I’ll be back when you’re ready for me.”

Right after you leave clients is when you start filling out their evaluation and wellness recommendations on your tablet. You just worked on them, so the memories are fresh. The forms are a mix of multiple choice and fill-in, and you recommend some specific stretches and deeper pressure for Jimin.

This time, Jay is in the employee lounge when you come in to wait. His legs uncross and he pops up from one of the modern loveseats that are just as firm as they look. “She’s alive!”

You roll your eyes but can’t hide the flush in your cheeks. “I’m here, but barely,” you chuckle, your tablet dangling in your hand by your side, “I still can’t believe that actually happened.”

Jay leans in so that no one can hear what he has to say, which makes you suspicious since there’s no one around you. In a low voice, he reveals, “Yoon and I made a bet.”

“Wonderful,” you drawl, “I’m gonna walk away now.” You can already tell this is one-hundred percent not in your favor.

“No, wait!” His whisper is loud. He bounces after you to the water and food station. While you fix yourself a cup, he continues, “Yoon thinks you’ll get done with the appointment unscathed, but I think you’ll come out of it with a problem.”

Jay’s words remind you like alarm bells.

You need to pay Jimin for damages.

“Oh, shit, I need to get something,” you say in a rush, grabbing your tablet off the food station and scurrying to the locker room. In the wellness center, the employee lounge is in the back, and the locker room is in the back of the lounge. You think you still have time before Jimin is ready.

There’s a notebook you keep in your bag along with a pencil case. Tearing a sheet from the notebook, you write down what you think is a good estimate for the shoes. Before you write anything else, you pause.

You only skimmed through the confidentiality prompts, but you do remember a section about personal information. Therapists aren’t allowed to give out their personal information unless specifically asked, and there has to be solid intent behind the client asking. Jimin didn’t need to ask you for yours; he just said not to worry about it.

After a good thirty seconds of your pen lingering above the paper, your tablet chimes.

A split second decision has you crumpling the paper and chucking it in your bag. You tear out a new sheet and tuck it with the pen under your tablet as you head back to Room 3.

You get to the room with a paper cup of water you grabbed on the way, and since you have things in both hands it’s a bit difficult getting the door open. You try the handle but it only jiggles a bit. One more try has you pushing the door right as the handle gives, and it works.

Jimin goes to you immediately when he sees your hands full, and you almost reel back from having him so close. Which should be odd, since you were literally just with him for a full hour, and he was not fully clothed. In the end, his presence alone is enough to affect you no matter the situation.

You extend the cup to him and he grabs it with a small thank you.

“I filled out your evaluation and it should be printed at the front already. Make sure to drink more water after you leave,” you say with a smile, your chest heavy. This was most likely the last interaction you would ever have with him.

Jimin nods, his mask covering his smile but not his eyes. He doesn’t say anything more.

You almost leave it at that, but something in you doesn’t want this moment to end, so you take your chance. “And, umm,” you stutter as you fumble with the pen and paper. You just lay your tablet on the massage table to free your hand, and click the pen open. “How much should I pay you,” you ask, your gaze ironically on the very shoes you tripped over earlier.

Jimin sets his cup down on the console table before taking the paper and pen from your hands. You watch him write something - a price in Won most likely - as you explain, “I’m a big believer of making things right, so please let me pay for your shoes. I should’ve seen them on the ground.”

He folds the paper and hands it back to you with the pen. “If you insist. But don’t check this until you get home.”

“What, why?” Your eyes dart to his face.

Jimin stares at you before responding, “Nothing bad. It just might shock you.”

Immediately, your gaze lowers. If you tell anyone how your day went today, you would think they were weird if they believed you. If you tell anyone why you’re suddenly broke come this Wednesday, they would be lying if they just went with it. “Okay, I won’t,” you assure him, and you’re telling the truth. You are equal parts surprised and nervous that he’s allowing you to pay him back.

With a deep breath, you give Jimin your best soft smile. Your heart is hurting as you send him off, “Well, it was a pleasure. Have a great rest of your day, Jimin. Until next time.” You catch yourself in a sea of emotion as your words die on your tongue. The boys have schedules on schedules, so the likelihood of him stepping foot inside this wellness center again is minuscule at best.

If anything, you’re grateful that you get to address him by name, and you succeeded in making this as smooth and safe as possible for him. At the expense of a scraped nose and hand, but rather you than him.

Jimin hoists his bag on his shoulder, the water cup you gave him already in the trash bin. He walks right up to you and stands there, and you swear both of you can hear your heart beating. One of his hands comes up to his masked face, and he speaks softly as he advises, “Ointment will help your nose if it still hurts.”

Warmth blooms in your chest and cascades all the way to your fingertips. Mirroring him, you bring a hand up to your nose and nod. Your words tumble out, “Oh, yes, you’re right. I can check if we have any in the back.”

Satisfied, Jimin nods. “Until next time,” he offers, his eyes creased and warm.

You smile again and bow slightly. He puts on his shades before heading out the door frame and into the hall, and you feel emptiness in his wake. The world is fuzzy around your vision and you are trying so hard to commit everything that just happened to memory.

Until the doors to front reception close, you watch Jimin’s retreating back. When the frosted doors close shut, you close your own door to Room 3 and lean against the wooden frame. The scrap of paper is creased in your hand as you clutch it to your hammering chest.

“Holy shit,” you whisper to yourself. It takes a good minute for you to compose yourself before pushing off the door and getting the room stripped and ready for the next session. The whole time, you replay everything in your head.

Jimin was just as nice as you have seen him through the lens of cameras. If that was the case, all of them had to be the same way. You are proud to like these wonderful people.

You’re so happy you got to actually spend all this time with him, but that just magnifies the sadness you feel when it’s over.

The room is done and cleaned up, and you go through the rest of the day on autopilot. Not even Jay’s constant teasing could free you from your euphoria-numbed state. The only thing that throws you back into focus is Yoon, and it happens at the very end of the work day.

You push open the doors to front reception, and smile big at your friend behind the counter. She’s beaming right back at you, and she puts her chin in her hand and shakes her head.

“That must’ve been one hell of a message,” she says through a barely contained smile.

Your hand flies to your forehead and you nod. “I can’t believe that happened, Yoon. I mean, it was really him. Opportunity of a lifetime… I just hope he enjoyed the whole thing.”

“You could say that,” she chuckles, “Enough to book you again, at least.”

What?

“He did?” Your breath leaves you in a rush. “If you’re joking with me, I’ll--”

“--He did. It’s not for a long time, but he asked for you specifically.” Yoon gathers papers in her hand and starts to organize them in the containers behind her. “You really piss me off, you know that?”

“Love you, too,” you whisper, your head completely above the clouds. You grab your phone and start checking your schedule from the wellness center app you have installed. Grabbing the door handle, you absentmindedly wave back to Yoon and call out, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The sun emits a golden glow at this hour, and the glass buildings along the street bask in its shine. You head towards your bus stop while skimming your calendar for Jimin’s next appointment, but you’re already four months out and see nothing. Not losing hope, you keep going and see a booking six months in advance. Your heartbeat skips as you click on the appointment, and almost skids to a halt when you see his name written down.

As soon as you enter your small apartment, you head straight to your bed and drop your bag on the comforter. Your whole body bounces as you plop yourself down next, and you stare straight at the ceiling.

Your life is still normal, right? Sure, you were able to spend an entire hour with Park Jimin, but that didn’t mean you aren’t still completely and utterly average.

You close your eyes and go back to Room 3. The scent of lavender fills your nostrils and you can still see his number tattoo as plain as day as you massage his wrist.

In all honesty, it still feels like a fever dream. That was someone else’s life you were able to live, someone else there with Jimin and you just decided to hitch along for the ride.

But that was real, and so is the amount of money you still need to withdraw from your bank account.

With a sigh, you reach into your bag and take out the piece of paper. You were dreading this moment all day since he left. Unfolding it, you prepare for the worst.

But all you can do is stare.

Jimin didn’t write down a price at all.

Your name is at the top, and the rest is as follows:

Save your money for traveling and learning new things, not on me. I can’t wait to see what you’ve learned when we meet again.

a/n: thank you for reading! if you guys have any comments or feedback, please feel free to let me know!

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