#the latest chapter had us screaming /pos

[mushtoons]

yall should REALLY read @debb987 's (sorry for the @) The Eldest Brother its honestly the best thing ever

[writefightandflightclub]

Me appreciating you for Fanfic Writers’ Appreciation Day, but a day late, because I do everything late. Anyway... yay!

1. PLEASE LOOK DOWN THIS LIST (BELOW THE CUT) UNTIL YOU SPOT AN AUTHOR YOU’RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH

2. GO AND CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF

3. SCREAM AT THEM ABOUT HOW GREAT THEY ARE

4. SIGNAL BOOST THE HELL OUT OF THEIR STUFF

5. REPEAT STEPS ABOVE

Firstly, before we proceed to the list: I will have forgotten people, and for that I am so sorry (not in any way intentional)- I will come back and update if I spot someone I’ve missed. Secondly, for fic authors who weren’t tagged on Fic Writers’ Day, please keep doing what you’re doing! Putting your writing out there takes courage and I’m super proud of you. I’m so pleased we have your unique voice in the fandom, and I appreciate you.

Secondly, if you know an author who perhaps didn’t get as much love as they deserve (and don’t be afraid to self-hype) please send me an ask with a) their/your handle b) which fandom they/you write for (to be relevant to my page pls keep this to SW, Oscar, Pedro, MCU) c) why people should check them/you out and, if you like, which fic to start with, and I’ll do a shout-out.

Finally, if you aren’t a writer yet but you want to be, I believe in you! Please take the plunge! My inbox is always open to any aspiring writers who need encouragement to make that first post or start that first fic. I’ve been in your position, and believe me I’m in your corner. Happy to be your hype girl.

Reccing authors in Star Wars / Oscar / Pedro fandoms:

@okay-hotshot / Celeste is the loveliest human ever. She had me hooked from her first fic, which broke then healed my heart, and I’m so proud of her writing journey so far! Check her page out for Oscar character fics and the most magical, creative, immersive, touching, original Llewyn fic you could dream up: Wait for me.

@mandoplease where do I even start? Becca oozes talent and absolutely floors me every single time. The first fic I read was: The City Lights Can Wait (Santi x reader) and I was just blown away by the writing prowess. Gorgeous prose, mind blowing metaphors and descriptions. A personal fave is the Santi/Frankie threesome fic: Moving Day, but Fight Night also needs a mention. Check her out for Triple Frontier / Narcos / Star Wars characters.

@mylifeliterally Ok, Emma is an absolute gem of a human. Funny, welcoming and so supportive of other writers. Oh, and can be counted on for thots. I often rec the positively artful Triple Frontier gangbang fic (and now series) Team Building Exercise, but don’t overlook her other fics- I especially love: Just for Tonight, a two-part Santi fic. The Triple Frontier Queen, she is slowly dragging everyone into a pit of yearning along with her for every single one of those boys and we’re not even mad. Her writing is flawless and I cannot get enough. P.s. she has a refridgerator husband.

@tintinwrites I’ve already gushed at Caitlin today so I’ll keep it brief. Queen of Poe, and also branching out and excelling with everything she touches in Pedro fandoms too. I think I’ve read near everything on her masterlist and there are no wrong choices, but to pick out only a couple, which is a hard task, imma rec Forbidden Fruit and Fifty Ways to Kiss someone for Po, and Nothing Could be Finer for reader x Frankie x Santi. 

@woakiees again, gushed at Hadley already so I’ll try and keep it chill here. Queen of angst and darkness, and of First Order Poe. Also love that she’s writing for Santi and Din now too. Caitlin says it best when she describes Hadley’s writing as like something from 1843 with a modern twist. Such a unique voice. Imma recommend Sanctified and So ruthless, Darling for Poe.

@iamthe-shadow-on-the-wall Abby! The range! You know I remind you on a bi-monthly basis how much Lonely Nights (Poe x reader) broke my heart and here we go again. You can do it all- fluffy, slow burn series (Call it what you want), heartbreaking angst and smut- your Blue Jones mob boss AU, Darkest Little Paradise? Wowzers. Plus, you’re a sweetie and I love when we scream at each other. 

@darksideofclarke Clarke does so much for us all and just keeps giving. From the Sinful Sunday events to the incredible Follower Celebration, to setting up a whole side blog to extend the character takeovers?! Blessed with content! And Clarke’s fics?! Exquisite, and such a choice of characters from the Oscar fandom. I particularly love Now and Forevermore (Orestes); Bulletproof (Santi); Humbled (Blue); and ‘Til Death Do They Part (Mikael) but I could easily go on. Clarke you’re so talented. And you are a lovely human to boot!

@bluebellhairpin Nemo, you are a joy, and I won’t gush at you too much bc I already did that today, but I love what you’re putting out. You write for so many fandoms, which is so impressive, and you’re a fellow Poe hoe. I adore your series Fight or Flight, Rider, but you have so many cute one-shots and blurbs too e.g. Poe Dameron is an Idiot! Your audios give me life as well.

@spider-starry Carrie is so much fun and has been branching out a lot in her writing recently, which is great to see! I love Carrie’s 100 letter project in particular, for various Oscar characters, as well as this smutty Nathan NSFW Alphabet, which had me all in a tizz.

@aellynera (tag me in your stuff pls?) I love your drunk text series for Santi and Nathan and your Itsy Bitsy Spider headcanons made me howl! I’m so excited to see what you put out next! And I love that you also love Nathan :D

@anetteaneta already gushed at you today so I’ll keep it brief, but I’m so happy you’re sharing your writing! I loved your Sherlock series for Santi so much! And OMG wait, I didn’t see you’d written for Nathan until just now. Must catch-up. (Please tag me in any Oscar stuff you put out?)

@veuliee2 I need to catch-up on a lot of your fics to be fair (please tag me in stuff?) but you write Orestes so wonderfully and with so much heart that it blows me away (New Constellations). So few fics on him on this site and yours are a pleasure. Plus, you’re an all round lovely person! :o)

@thirsty-flygirl I don’t think you believe how good you are which makes me very sad to be honest. Because you’re amazing. You write Poe so spot on, so warm and goofy and a lovable sexy dumbass. Perfect. Your writing and dialogue makes me smile / laugh and you can somehow make it hot and soft all at once. I love your series Idiots in particular. (Please tag me in more of your stuff though as I worry I miss things you put out?). You’re great and I love having you here.

@twomoonstwosuns​ I really need to catch-up on your Poe series, Back to You but I really enjoyed the chapters I’ve read! (Please tag me in future Poe stuff?) You’re a star! 

@absurdthirst I’m newish in the Pedro fandoms so still getting to grips with it, but have loved what I’ve seen so far and look forward to delving deeper (and there’s plenty to get stuck into!)!Most recently read the Ezra fic Healing which was beautifully and sensitively written (cw: for prior assault).

@damerondjarin Taylor is multi-talented and blesses us, tbh, with GIFs and writing. She’s currently in tumblr jail, but I strongly advise you check out all her stuff. I came for Santi fics and they did not disappoint (I can’t link to it but the latest Santi fic killed me and was a wonderul take on the “there’s only one bed” trope.

@damndamer0n you have a gift, Ty. I’m in awe and I don’t know how you do what you do. Your way with words is really something special. I bow. Gonna recommend Just Friends for Poe because this is such a warm and immersive (and hot) fic and so in character. But honestly all your stuff is perfect. I’ve read things for characters I’ve never heard of before because of you and have loved each and every one. (Like, really, what are your secrets, tell us?). Also gonna shout-out to your Ezra fic, Sunlight, beacuse the world-building and mood-building was lovely. Really memorable!

@mssr-cellophane I found your work recently through FinnPoe week and your glorious take on the The Jacket prompt (links to A03). Looking forward to reading more of your stuff (please feel free to tag me!) and surprised by how much I vibe with all your posts haha. Happy to follow you! :)

@yougottakeeponkeepinon AMANDA? Where do I begin and how do I stop? You’re such an important part of this site for me. I think you’re wonderful as a person and I love your writing too. Miscommunication (First Order! Poe) is off the scale brilliant, and then you blew me away with your latest Santi fic, Eavesdropping, but honestly, I’ve never read anything of yours I didn’t love, from goofy Poe to soft soft Llewyn (I love Away from the Sun). I WANNA YELL AT YOU YOU’RE JUST THE BEST.

@poesflygirl Nat is a ball of energy and that comes across in her writing. Nat, you write with such verve and energy and defo have a unique voice. You write the angstiest angst and fluffiest fluff and you also write action and dialogue so well. Your fics have a ton of unexpected turns and are unpredictable, and you have loads of unique ideas which are really fresh and different to read. You don’t seem to believe how good you are, which makes me sad tbqh. I love when I see a tag pop up and get to read something new from you! In particular love your Poe series, You and Paging a Heart, and these Poe one-shots: Just another Benduday Night and Truth or Dare.

@starryeyedstories NOVA. You are pure sunshine. You spread so much positivity and you’re the loveliest human. Your are the Queen of softness and fluff and for comforting and beautifully written fics. Your series, Across the Hall,has taken us all on such a wonderful journey and I don’t want it to ever end. It’s like my happy place! Each chapter is practically a hug with words. Your Din one-shot All of Me is so romantic as well!

@softpedropascal I’m newish in Pedro fandoms but softpedropascal writes wonderfully for Frankie. The dedication to the character is evident, and characterisation wonderful- I can’t wait to read more: Masterlist

@rzrcrst okay, you may know rzrcrst for Pedro fics (which are wonderful) but she also recently started writing for Tony Stark and I’m so happy! 😀🧡 (Fun fact- her url is also the reason I couldn’t spell Razor Crest properly when I finally started writing for Din). She’s currently taking a well-earned tumblr break but fics are still up on Ao3- linked in profile.

@writefasttalkevenfaster​ Please tag me in any of your Star Wars stuff as I swear I keep missing things and I don’t mean to! Masterlist

@galaxy-of-stories​ Maddie, I keep missing things you post but you’re lovely and your writing is awesome. I love your Poe series Over and Over and I think I’ve just spotted a new chapter to catch-up on so lucky me! :D

@who-talks-first Billie, my lovely friend! You’re wonderful to have around on this hellsite. Your dedication to supporting writers in these fandoms is unparelled and you’re an absolute sweatheart, as well as super fun to chat to and thirst with. You have certainly made my experience on this site so much better! And also, your writing? Excuse me? So good. Your Poe fic, The Torture of Small Talk With Someone You Used to Love? Sublime! And the Poe, Naked, Dripping, Locked? So funny! You definitely have a unique style and your writing can be simultaneously edgy, poetic, and moving. ILY!

@xxidontwikeitxx Hope you don’t mind being included, as you haven’t posted your work, but you ARE a writer, and I’m so happy you’ve recently started creating! Again, hope you don’t mind me saying, but I had the pleasure of reading your Marcus Pike blurb, and it’s was so soft and lovely. I really hope - when/if you’re comfortable- you decide share your work, and if not, I hope you keep enjoying the process! Would leave to read more from you in the future!

@shakespeareanwannabe is writing such a heartfelt Santi x OC story (find it here) with sublime characterisation of both Santi and Frankie, AS WELL AS seriously well-rounded and compelling OCs / supporting cast. This series is a key contributor for me falling down a Frankie rabbit role, and my First Dates fic likely wouldn’t exist without it! So excited for more!

Also shoutout to @ollypopp @milleniumvalcon @justrunamok @yourbucky084 who are delightful beings and whose writing I need to catch-up on!I look forward to it!

[thecardsimagine]

Of shipwrecks and seafoam

Summary: Let me tell you a story about a pirate and a merman, finding a love that goes beyond insecurities and death. Let yourself be taken away onto a journey about doubt and secrets, understanding and a bond that even goes beyond the deep blue of the ocean.

Pairing: Merman!Julian Devorak x Pirate!Reader (Nonbinary) Rating: Mature because of swearing and suggestive content Warning: Blood, Death, Killing Genre: Romance, Drama, Alternate Universe

a/n: Hey, this is my mermaid fic with finally some mermaids! Amazing, really great, what a big surprise! Tired after editing this chapter, but I look forward to your comments and thoughts to the chapter! Let me know ^-^

Chapter 2 - Ideas and Encounters

You didn't know how long the wreck of a dream occurred to you. It must have been many hours until your body had enough of it and changed the thought to something more pleasant. It was a simple, daylight sky. One you had often seen on the ship, with seagulls flying overhead and croaking. There was a soft melody playing in the background, like a lullaby. It sounded like something your mother would have hummed to you when you were a child, calming and pleasant. You liked it a lot, and yet, something about it made you feel uneasy.

In this dream-like state, your body was present, but you couldn't move it. Something would carefully touch you, but you didn't know if it were your own hands. Maybe, but it didn't feel bad. It would touch your closed eyelids, the side of your face. You couldn't feel your own hands, but you felt how it crossed your arms over your chest. You must have looked like a dead body at its burial, that's how you thought you were laying. A scary thought, but you weren't as much scared as you were comfortable. At least for a while, your wound wasn't hurting, your body was seemingly weightless. To say you were pleased with it, was an understatement.

And then, your dream world started to crumble.

It would all just turn to blue, then black, leaving nothing behind but your awakening state. Your eyes fluttered open, the sound of birds chirping reaching you. It was still early, but the sun was already on its way to the top, and the fire next to you had long gone out, leaving only ash behind. You hoped to be able to relight it latest at night - either that or being off the island and back in civilization by that time.

Your sleep had been… bad. There was no lying about it. Outdoors, on the sand, having terrible dreams and there was also the encounter midway through it. Your head spun lightly as you sat up, letting out a small groan and bringing your hands up to rub your temples. Though it was supposed to be a sunny day, currently clouds hung over the sky, and you felt a little chilly as a gust of wind hit your face.

Admittedly, you hadn't put on your trousers after trying to go for a swim yesterday, and your skin resented you for it now. You decided the best you could do was relight the fire and wait until you were warmer again. Turning your torso a little to grab for your pants that rested nearby, you felt something coming off the side of your body, exactly where your wound was.

Though you didn't feel any pain, you panicked, hoping that you hadn't opened the wound up if it had healed or worse than that. Pulling up the hem of your shirt, you squealed lightly as gross, green seaweed fell off your side and stomach, landing on your legs where you brushed it off quickly. It had left gooey slime where it touched, and you could barely form a coherent thought about it over your disgust.

Whatever was going on, you were sick of it.

With your hand you tried to carefully wipe away the goo, flinching whenever you felt pain from touching your wound. Now you really had no other option but go into the water. Calming yourself, you took a few deep breaths, trying to think back to the night. You had woken up to seaweed already covering your body before, and though you were sure you had taken it off then and there, maybe you had missed some of it?

Looking at the pile of underwater green next to you, you decided this was impossible. You could have not missed at least two big hands of it, no doubt. Your thoughts went out to the creature again and the more you wanted to believe it didn't exist, the more you had to admit that only something remotely human could have done that. And as much as you loved your species, if a real human had found you laying in the sand, they would have either woken you up or presumed you were dead and let you lay there for the seagulls to pick. There was no in between, and there was no wrapping a wound in freaking seaweed!

Sighing you shook your head. Whatever it was, you presumed it wasn't bad. As in, wanting to kill and eat you bad. Another deep breath went through your lungs, and you decided to gather yourself. There was no use in pondering about it now anyway. You needed to make a fire, gather more materials, food, water, and also find out what the deal with the beach you were at was. And most importantly, a bath. Aside from the goo sticking to you, you felt stinky from all the days without a conscious dipping into the water.

So you reached for your stick to help you get up. A little wonky on your legs still, you managed it much faster than yesterday and with less pain from your side. Maybe the seaweed did help with cooling the wound, though it was far from being healed. But you were working on it, you told yourself. Pulling off your shirt, you took the two pieces of clothes that you had with you as you made your way down to the water.

It was less scary now than the night before. You could clearly see your steps and the small fish swimming in it, scurrying away when your foot came down on the ground next to them. You didn't plan to go in very far, and you could faintly make out a drop, where the beach seemed to mostly end and give away to the ocean. Not a strange concept to you, but it didn't go well with your theory that this wasn't just a beach next to the mainland you were stranded on.

But you brushed off this thought, it was to be cleared later. Standing in the water up to your knees, you bent down to wash the fabric in your hand. It would be impossible to get out the stains anyway, but if they at least were a bit cleaned, you would feel better wearing them. When you were happy with their washing process, you threw them over your shoulder, taking a deep breath.

Now it was your time.

Sitting down into the water you tried to take more deep breaths, though you failed miserably right with the first one. You were not sure what you had expected, in fact, this was precisely what you had expected yesterday already. The burn was so deep going, you let out a suffocated scream, tears blubbering up in your eyes, dampening your view. It was so bad, you felt like fainting, and yet, you knew you had to get the goo off, or it had all been for nothing.

So against the better judgment of your pain, you went ahead to wash the slime off with your hands, finding it even harder to feel it against your fingers underwater than on land. Nauseous and desperate, you tried to get it off the wound, on some point even thinking it might not be too bad to leave on if only you could get up and out of the water. By now, it was hard to distinguish if it was the goo that hurt or your fingers brushing over your wound, but much to your horror you had to instead watch the water turn red to your side.

Immediately - or at least as fast as possible - you got up. The burning stayed, though from what you could see, there was no green slime remaining. At least something to be glad off, the only problem was the blood now that had been set free because of your intervention. You didn't even know anymore where your head was. Dazed, you took your pants, placing the hip part over your wound before wrapping the legs around your body once and tying a knot. It wouldn't have been enough fabric to wrap it around more, which you resented but complied to.

By now, you had no idea what to do or even, what you were doing. You just feared the pain to get worse and worse no matter what you did. It was so bad, you would have done anything you could just to get rid of this wound. Even death seemed so much more appealing than having to live with this. Stumbling out of the water and back to the shore, you pulled your shirt over your head, sinking down to your knees when you reached the land.

"No…" you muttered to yourself. "I'm not gonna die here, I can do this."

Taking some more deep breaths, you let the tears out that you had held back. You'd feel better after letting out your emotions, you knew. There was no one to judge you for crying in the situation you were in, and no one could see you anyway. After a few minutes of bailing, you finally felt the sweet salvation of relief wash over you. Yes, you did feel much better all of a sudden, and it wasn't hard for you to get a grip on your situation again. Washing, checked!

Next was the fire. With your trustworthy stick at hand, you stood up again, taking your first few steps back into the forest. Even though your body hurt still, you felt a lot better now. Your fever had gone down, and so had your general uncomfortableness. Even though your movements were still a little stiff, you could walk more freely now, and you gathered some more wooden sticks and leaves in no time.

Everything seemed to go smoothly, even the fire was starting up nicely, washing a wave of warmth over you. For a while, you sat there, feeling the heat and drying your wet skin and clothes. You hadn't had the chance or the nerves to actually wash your hair too, and running your hand through it only showed it was sandy from your night at the beach. But it was okay, you'd eventually get to do that too, you were sure.

A sudden rumble in your stomach gained your attention. Truth be told, you had dismissed the feeling of hunger for the last day, but it was starting to wear you off. Looking out at the calm ocean, you thought about the possibilities. You could go and look for fruits or berries deeper in the forest, maybe also reaching the other end of it if you were diligent today. It was less of a question of your willpower though and more of your physical condition.

Staring out into the ocean brought up another idea in you. You had seen fish in the waters before. Though the small ones seemed less suitable to eat, there might be bigger ones too if only you stepped out far enough. You could dry them or try baking them next to the fire. Not the greatest idea you ever had but probably the most useful so far, next to starting a fire.

Looking around, you tried to find something sharp, maybe a stone or a shell. You were lucky, finding a small, grey stone with a broken edge that seemed like it could work. Taking your long stick into your other hand, you turned and twisted it to find the most suitable end, deciding on one. Sure, you could have hunted fish with your hands, but you were a pirate, not a magician. Nevertheless, you had a massive wound at your side, there was no way you were going to catch one with bare hands.

Rubbing the sharp edge against the end of the stick your cut off excess wood until it formed into a sharper version of itself. A spear was exactly what you needed. Wiping some sweat from your forehead, you examined your doings. Admittedly, it was far from perfect. But it was pointy, seemed sharp and was your only reasonable hope to some food. Happy with your creation, you got up again, finding you could still use the stick perfectly fine as a walking aid when you turned the pointy end up.

Stepping back into the water you were glad you didn't wear your trousers like a normal human being. The fabric would have been soaked by the time you got to the far end, where the beach seemed to make a visible drop, and restricted your movement. Lurking over the gap, you saw nothing but black behind the edge of the sand. It was deeper than you had imagined, and you as a pirate especially, knew better than to go somewhere humans probably shouldn't go.

Instead, you tried to find a good spot, steadying yourself on the ground. Shifting with the water you supposed would seem natural to fish, that much movement you gave yourself. Otherwise, you persevered and waited for something to pass you. Luckily, you didn't have to be patient for too long, a few groups of fish coming up, inspecting your skin before slowly moving. You waited, and waited some more, trying to find the perfect spot and angle to hit the fish.

Even if it was 'just a fish', you felt bad about maybe just grazing it and punishing it to keep on living in pain… Like you. Your eyes fell at a beautiful shimmering one, the water reflecting its scales. For a moment you were awestruck by its beauty, but then you remembered your purpose. "Survival of the fittest," you mouthed to yourself, before bringing down your spear, hoping to catch it.

It needed a second until you could see through the splash again, tugging at your spear, only to find resistance. You pulled a little harder, only for you to lose your footing, tumbling to keep standing. You did absolutely not want to take another bath. Once you had rammed your heels into the ground, you obtained your stand again, quickly holding up the spear to look at it.

There was nothing. A miss.

You couldn't help but groan, feeling disappointed in yourself for losing the opportunity, but you gave yourself some motivational talk, retaking your pose from before and trying again. You had come far, you couldn't possibly give up now.

But it happened again.

And again.

And every time you lost a little bit of hope in yourself.

"Shit!" you hissed, throwing the spear into the direction of the beach in your frustration. "Damnit, why can't I hit a stupid fish?!" Though your yelling was futile, it felt good letting out the anger that had built up in you. "Nothing I do works! What am I supposed to do, huh?!" you screamed at the sky as if someone was listening in on you from there. "FUCK!"

Huffing, you finally calmed down, leaning forward slowly. Though it hurt your wound, you had to reach down, shoveling some water in your face. Standing right above the edge now, you splashed the cold wet over your cheeks and arms, even running it through your hair. You couldn't have cared less about your looks, but when you were finished and looked into your reflection on the water, you deemed yourself pathetic.

You were nothing of your former self. You looked dirty and unkempt. There were deep wrinkles on your forehead, your clothes were stained, and you didn't even need to see it to know that your body was dehydrated. Even your eyes looked like they had lost their color, changing into a dark grey tone, unlike their usual brighter color.

They almost looked unreal.

Since when did you have red hair.

Where those… fins?

You could barely stumble back as the creature emerged, it's head popping up right above the water that you had just stared down. Hardly, you made any progress in taking a step back in the thigh-high water, while it seemed to come closer and closer quickly. "Stay away…" you muttered, eyes wide opened and staring in shock at the almost human-like features. All color had left your face, and only now you realized your mistake in throwing away the spear.

It was real, you had not imagined it. Though its eyes didn't seem to glitter without the sunlight - the sun still covered by clouds - they were the same that had stared at you when you had woken up after the shipwreck. Its hair still seemed like red velvet, though now that you were so much closer and sure you weren't hallucinating you figured it was just the water that gave them their consistency.

Before you really knew what was going on, it had caught up to you. It was not the creature's fault that you slipped on a rock while trying to pace backwards, ultimately falling back into the water. Luckily it wasn't the really deep spot where you landed, so your head was still out of the water, but you let out a pained cry as your wound got soaked again too. You pinched your eyes together for a second, partly out of pain, partly just because you couldn't possibly look if the creature was going to do anything to you.

And you were right, it was doing something to you, though not what you expected.

Two hands slipped under your arms, tugging and pushing you out of the water and up towards the shore. Admittedly, it wasn't a graceful coming down, as you were technically thrown into the sand. In shock you looked up again, seeing the creature wiggling closer still, dragging an enormous, scaled tail behind it. Now that the water thinned out, it seemed to have a harder time moving than before.

Maybe you shouldn't have, but your eyes twitched nervously to its hands. Where its other features were relatively close to that of a human male - except for the missing half below his loins - its hands were elongated claws. And for human measurements it was big. You thought yourself to be average for your species, but it was not only long, it was just so much bigger than the average human male. Or maybe you had just not seen another human in a while, and your mind was playing tricks on you, who knew.

"Oh god…" you whispered as it finally reached you, its body hovering over you, with its arms on both of your sides. Your gaze was met with its, strong and steady reciprocating the eye contact. Deep gray orbs that seemed to pierce right through you, putting your whole body into a state of motionlessness.

"What are you?"

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Villainous Heroics - Chapter 17

We're almost done! Three more chapters to go after this one and man oh man am I excited to get to them. There's a scene in the next chapter that I know you guys are going to scream over. I promise this is the last of the HEAVY plot stuff. From here on, after this chapter, most everything is just wrap up and fluff.

And, in case you needed a reminder, they all will live happily ever after. I promise.

Enjoy!

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Summary: Eraserhead is an underground hero who is constantly busy and doesn’t have time to be dealing with new villains - even if they aren’t all that villainous and make the night interesting.

Present Mic is the latest up-and-coming villain in the world and he has a point to prove to everyone out there - as long as he doesn’t keep getting distracted by Eraserhead.

Aizawa Shota is someone who soon learns that there is more to someone than the mask they show to the world - especially when it comes to playing heroes and villains.

Yamada Hizashi learns that there is more to heroics and villainy than he could have ever thought - especially in a world where some heroes still care about those lost in the shadows.

(Inspired and dedicated to corndog-patrol’s Villain!Mic AU on Tumblr.)

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                                            Chapter Seventeen

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Nemuri’s blunt words caused a gasp from one or two teachers, Shouta unable to place who they were since his full attention was trained to the breaking update on the television in front of them. “Who cares! The students can’t hear me swearing in here and, pardon my language, but this feels like it deserves the fucking swearing!”

Shouta couldn’t bring himself to speak, but he was in absolute agreement. He had gone to the staff lounge to try and avoid Nemuri and her crusade of getting him to eat a proper lunch, but he hadn’t expected her to run in and turn the news on with a look of panic on her face. Shouta had thought that the League of Villains had made some sort of declaration or attack, but instead he had watched as a national news site showed footage of Present Mic in trouble.

“Oh, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. Is he really risking everything to save a group of orphans?” It was a trope only seen in media these days, but there it was. Present Mic, Yamada, was fighting a group of villains that were attempting to steal a group of orphan children who were hardly old enough to have quirks. He was trapped, unable to use his quirk, and had been outed on national television, and still he was about to risk his life to be… a hero. “Why the fuck is this guy such a hero?!”

“You’re quite right, Kayama-sensei.” Nedzu stood in the doorway to the staff lounge, eyes trained on the television with a calculating expression that had Shouta half hopeful and half worried. “Present Mic is a hero I’ve had my eye on for quite some time, actually.” There was no pause or emphasis on the word hero. It was stated as nothing more or less than a simple fact. Shouta felt like he could slump in relief.

“Looks like he won’t be anything much longer if they don’t figure out a way to help him,” Sekijiro muttered, arms crossed as he drew their attention back to the television. Shouta couldn’t argue with his view. No matter how the odds were calculated, they weren’t good.

“Exactly! As heroes ourselves, shouldn’t we provide as much support as we can afford to send out of the school?” Nedzu had a sharp look in his eyes as he looked to Nemuri and then to Shouta. His gaze stayed on Shouta once it was there. “I expect you two to bring him back safely.”

Shouta didn’t wait for Nemuri’s response, only giving Nedzu a sharp nod before he was racing out of the room and towards the parked cars outside. As much as he would like to just run until he was there, it was more logical to take Nemuri’s car - although he might drive off without her if she didn’t hurry up.

“Not all of us can run at the speed of light, Shouta!” Nemuri didn’t waste any time in unlocking her car, diving in and starting it before Shouta even had his door closed. “Seatbelt.”

“He could be fucking dying right now, Nemuri, and you’re concerned about seatbelts?” Shouta grunted as he was shoved back in his seat, seatbelt clicked around him and a phone shoved in his hands before the car was tearing out of the parking lot.

“News app. Now. I know the area, but not the exact destination. Let our agencies know we’re both in route to the destination, too.” Nemuri’s instructions were quick, clear, and calmly stated - which was more than Shouta could say for himself. He knew that while he was experienced in situations like these, he wasn’t experienced with the fact that it was the man he was in love with that was in danger.

Sending out the messages to their agencies with clumsy fingers and fighting with the app for a moment, Shouta chose whatever news station Nemuri had saved at the top, a burst of static blasting through the phone before words were coming through. “-and it seems like the fight has truly started in earnest! I am always one to give our heroes the benefit of the doubt, but the new hero Present Mic, who appeared only within the past few weeks, seems to be struggling with his opponents. It’s twelve against one, Japan, and the odds are not in the hero’s favor.”

“Fuck,” Nemuri hissed, the car speeding up. Shouta would have been panicked at Nemuri’s driving in any other occasion, but now he could only feel grateful. “Swipe right and there’s video.”

“I’m not sure I want to see this.” It was a whispered confession that contained a million things Shouta would always be too scared to voice. Instead of pointless words of comfort, though, Nemuri reached out and gripped his arm, squeezing tight.

“Swipe right, Shouta. We owe him that much.” The words Nemuri left out rang clear in the cramped car. We owe it to him to watch.

“-talking with other pro heroes on the scene who have informed us that there is no reliable way to deal with the quirk in question that has created this domed shield around Present Mic and the children they are after. Attempts at breaking the shield and digging underneath the street have both been executed and both have been met with failure.”

The footage that was being streamed was shaky and filled with static at some parts, but it gave a clear enough image as to what was happening. The news reporter was off to the right of the picture, the focus on the jade, transparent shield that was trapping everyone inside. There was a burst of movement from inside, Shouta counting at least three bodies on the ground and knocked unconscious before his attention was drawn to a laughing figure with a wild smile.

“Come on! Is that the best you villains got?!” Yamada’s voice was crystal clear - no doubt an effect of his quirk. It was likely his quirk was slipping where he was so used to using it when things became this dangerous. Shouta knew, though, that Yamada had already done the calculations. His quirk would be of little use during a fight like this. “I thought you wanted to kill me! Well?! I’m still fucking standing!”

The last two words were filled with the power of his quirk – not enough to cause ricochet, but enough for one of the villains to stumble before Yamada was following it up with a punch that hurt - something Shouta knew for a fact. The car jerked and swerved past an intersection and Shouta took a moment to realize they had, most likely, almost died, but too much of his attention was focused on Nemuri’s phone to truly care.

“It seems we’ve been given an update, Japan!” The news reporter was speaking clearly but quickly, something Shouta appreciated considering the circumstances. “Our researchers have managed to track down Present Mic, true name Yamada Hizashi, and discover the specifics of his quirk.”

“I can’t believe they’re just using his fucking name like that! That’s so reckless considering he never released it himself and-”

“Are you just incapable of shutting up at important moments?” Shouta saw Nemuri’s mouth open and, instead of letting her continue, Shouta turned up the volume on the phone as loud as he could.

“-devastating effects! Records state that, at the time of his birth, he was able to reach 170 decibels with his scream - a level loud enough to rupture eardrums. While it’s a powerful quirk, Japan, it’s also too dangerous for this situation. Other pros are in agreement, from those we’ve managed to get statements from. If Present Mic uses too much of his quirk, the ricochet could hurt not only him, but the children he’s protecting-!”

“You can do it, Present Mic!” The cheer came from a high pitched, almost distant voice. The camera swerved in a dizzying motion before focusing on the group of children that were hiding behind Yamada, but… Something was different.

“Yeah! Take ‘em down, Mr. Hero!” There were less children than Shouta had first counted back in the staff lounge.

“It seems the children are cheering on the hero trying to save them! And, if I’m not mistaken, it seems like they’ve taken matters into their own hands, as well!”

“What? What are they doing?” Nemuri must have turned the car because Shouta had to bite back any noises as his side slammed into the door. At least the speed meant they would be there soon even if a few years were shaved off Shouta’s life. “Shouta- Are the kids okay?”

“They’re fine.” Shouta tapped at the phone, pulling the video up into full screen and narrowing his eyes. The children were clever, at least. “One of them seems to have a quirk that moves concrete. They formed a hole in the street and are all getting into it.”

“Yes! You go you clever little shits!” Swallowing a surge of nausea as the car bounced, Shouta decided that he would not look out the windows. Plausible deniability might be of use after they dealt with this situation.

“-possession of a quirk that has allowed him to manipulate the concrete road under the children’s feet and form a sort of bunker for them to hide in- Hold on. It seems as if the child who did this is saying something to Present Mic…”

“-safe! You can fight without having to worry about us!” The child disappeared into the hole he had created before the concrete shifted like a wave and closed most of the opening. They weren’t completely sealed, but it was enough to be out of the way and no longer in danger of being hit - by the villains or Yamada’s quirk. Yamada seemed to realize it, as well.

“What do you think? Kids are a lot smarter than I was at that age!” Yamada’s smile was wide, but it was dangerous. A deep breath in, a steady stance, and Yamada didn’t hesitate. He had been wrong in saying his quirk was a villain’s quirk, but Yamada had never lied about it being powerful and dangerous.

Just as the villains began covering their ears, the footage cut out. There was a single second where Shouta felt like the world, and his heart, was completely still and silent. There was no sound, no footage, and it was almost as if time had frozen.

“What just happened? Shouta? Fuck- Okay, where’s the site? Did you find out?” Rattling off the address that he had seen on the news app, Shouta finally glanced up to see that they had almost arrived. Nemuri had the sense to put on the flashing lights that she had stolen from a police car, at least. “Okay, we’re almost there. Don’t worry, Sho, our idiot is a smart idiot. He’ll be fine.”

Shouta had always had a difficult time with words, but for once, for a single moment, they came so easily. “What if he’s not?” Yamada’s quirk was powerful and destructive, but he was in a position where it would hurt him just as much as it would his enemies. “He’s not a pro, Nemuri. He’s never trained for situations like this.”

With pro heroes, a lot of it was training and thinking of creative uses for one’s quirk. It was decades of shadowing other pros, learning the business from the ground up, and failing over and over again until those fails became rare. Yamada didn’t have that. He didn’t have the training. He could fight, but he had never been forced to think on what to do when facing multiple enemies and being unable to use his quirk as fully as he could.

“He’s not a pro, but he is a hero.” Nemuri’s voice was quiet, but it was as steady as a rock. Shouta couldn’t begin to explain how grateful it made him. “With pros, we rely on them to do their job and do it well. With heroes, though… sometimes we just have to have a little faith.”

A burst of static erupted from the phone and Shouta’s gaze snapped back to it, sucking in a sharp breath when he saw just how bad it was. While over half of the villains were on the ground and unable to move, Yamada was swaying where he stood, blood streaming out from under his headphones and a few other places on his body. It was the harsh panting, however, that made Shouta realize that Yamada’s speaker system was on the ground and broken into pieces.

“Drive faster, Nemuri.” At the confused noise, Shouta tightened his grip on the phone. “His support equipment is busted.” He needed that. Yamada needed that speaker to regulate and control his quirk.

“What dramatic fucking irony.” The entire world seemed to be silent and all Shouta could hear was Yamada’s voice. “It’s funny, don’t you think?”

“And what, Yamada Hizashi, should I be finding funny?” Going off of what Yamada had already told him, Shouta could safely assume that the man who had just spoken was the main Trigger dealer in all of their other cases. A dealer who worked for the League of Villains, as well.

“All of this! Here we are fighting because the entire world thinks I’m some fucking hero!” Oh, Yamada… “Why would anyone think I would have wanted to be a hero when heroes abandoned me and other kids like me!”

“Is he… monologuing?” Nemuri sounded skeptical, but Shouta realized what he was doing the second Nemuri asked. Present Mic was a show-off that loved to talk and grandstand and stall. Yamada was trying to buy time until the shield ran out or until a hero who could help was on the scene. He was trying to stall… but every word he said sounded like the truth.

“He’s buying us all some time.” With these villains it wouldn’t last for long, but if Yamada was careful, then he could make it last just long enough.

“My quirk manifested the day I was born. I gave a scream loud enough to destroy the hearing of both my birth parents and the doctor there and they gave me up the same day. Ah, well, I can’t really blame them, though.” Yamada’s stance was loose and uncaring, a twisted little pout on his face as he shrugged and sighed. “What parents would want such a destructive monster, after all?”

“Am I supposed to find it within me to care about your dark childhood, then? I can guarantee you that guilt is not something I much feel.”

“Hey, hey, listener, you’re talking to the one and only Present Mic, here! Guilt’s never been a part my style, ya hear!” His voice was loud and boisterous and, when the camera was zoomed in, a green tint dulled his colors, but not the look in his eye. “I’m just letting you know that your little party here ain’t enough to bring me down. What’s there to fear from you?

“What the hell is there to fear from someone like you when I was muzzled and forced to keep my mouth shut to prevent my voice from ever being heard until I was thirteen.”

“Oh, Mic.” Nemuri, who had bonded with Yamada so quickly and had found a new best friend, has a voice that was filled with nothing except soft horror, and Shouta knew his own voice would sound exactly the same if he could find the breath to speak. He had always known that Yamada had a rough childhood. All the signs were there that he had been abused, but to hear it said quietly and with so much venom… It would have been better if it was screamed.

“There were no heroes around to save me. There were no fucking heroes around to save people like me. There’s never any care towards those with the quirk of a villain. People like me are lost and thrown away and shoved to the back and told over and over that our quirk is for no one except villains. There were no heroes, then.

“There didn’t used to be heroes who tried to save those lost in the shadows.” Didn’t used to be…? Oh, Yamada. There could be only one hero he was talking about and Shouta felt like he had lost his breath all over again.

“I do so hope these words of yours have meaning, Yamada Hizashi. They’re soon to be your last.” The villains were moving forward again and the pros and news reporters on the scene were dead silent. Shouta glanced up just long enough to see that they were almost there. A few blocks, at most, and Shouta would be able to help and Yamada would be safe.

“Meaning, huh? How about this, then… I’m not a villain, but I’m not a hero or a vigilante, either. I’ve made peace with the fact that there’s no hope for someone like me. That doesn’t mean I’m just going to stand aside and let these children lose their smiles, though. I can’t- I can’t let them go through the same shit that happened to me. So, you know what?”

Yamada adjusted his stance, looked to the villains that were trying to kill him, and gave a smile that was as bright as All Might’s. “If a hero can’t help them, then I’m the next best thing, aren’t I?!”

Shouta could hear Nemuri’s tears as the Yamada sucked in a breath and screamed, the footage cutting out completely. Shouta felt like his breathing stopped along with the footage, but he didn’t let it stop his body. The second the car jerked to a stop, he was out the door and running down the streets, Nemuri right behind him as they dodged the police barriers, ignoring whatever yelling followed them.

The only yelling he could hear was Yamada’s. A loud, high-pitched shriek that would have no doubt rendered the entire street deaf if that shield wasn’t in place. If the man wasn’t hard of hearing before, then he certainly would be after this. Shouta felt like his heart was near ready to pound its way out of his chest as the screams seemed to get even louder.

Then the screaming stopped and Shouta felt his heart stop along with it. Shouta was only absently aware of Nemuri talking to the pros on the scene as they reached the site, but all he could see was broken concrete where children were hiding, a group of four pinning down Yamada, and the sight of blood everywhere. Yamada was grinning, though.

He was laughing, and grinning, and looking straight at him. He was looking at Shouta. “Hey, asshole!” It would have been a shout at any other time, but as it was, it sounded like a whisper. With the chaos that had broken out, it was a miracle at all that Shouta could hear Yamada’s words, cracked and broken and so quiet as he yelled at the Trigger dealer who was looking a lot less calm.

The man looked enraged, and Yamada looked happy as he laughed again, lost, quiet, and broken words let out for the world, but given to Shouta, “What happens when your trump card over there has his quirk erased?”

Shouta didn’t hesitate.

[themclisseconnection]

THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF...

LAST SATURDAY NIGHT, WE SLEPT.....

...and had a wonderful dream. The first part of our dream was a flashback. A montage of scenes that brought us back to 2016 and early 2017. As the dream went on, we found ourselves holding tickets in our hands. Tickets that said “to one of the best nights of your life.” Tickets which serve as an entry to the happiest place on earth. We were so sure it was not in Disneyland. The dream was quite long. It started with flashbacks then carried on until we finally reached a certain place, a happy place situated at Pasig City. We all entered a beautiful place called “Glass Garden.” The dream felt real. So real.

Roller Coaster

It all started when we got an unexpected invite to ride a roller coaster. We wanted to try other rides that don't involve loops, steep slopes and rollers but we still ended up saying yes to it. In our dream, there was a princess speaking right in front of us. She was saying how thankful she was to everyone for staying with her and his prince through the ups and downs. A large screen showed us the same flashbacks we had initially seen in the first part of our dream. Something was telling us that the ride was extraordinary even if we screamed, squealed and struggled to hold on a lot of times. We suddenly heard teardrops falling. The prince and his princess were....... crying. Ahhh, happy tears.

It flinched our hearts and tears started to form in our eyes too but we knew it wasn't for the reason that we're too scared. The tears fell because our hearts were filled of happiness as if they were about to explode. The roller coaster will always have us as its favorite riders but the princess reminded us to hold on, to never give up and to stay strong. #KapitLang

3D World

Our eyes glimmered the whole night. The beautiful lights might be one of the reasons why they did but we believe they also glimmered because of a number of special moments we've witnessed. We found ourselves crying in our dream so many times. We can still remember how the princess slowly walked down the staircase facing all of us. She was wearing an elegant Red gown with a tiara on. The handsome prince also looked really manly with his Gray suit. 

Our dream was too vivid. We're so sure we also heard speeches full of love and sincerity. Her words shot our hearts and we were fragile enough to let those words shoot us. The dream brought out emotions we suddenly didn't know how to deal with. It was that very moment that tore all our walls down.

The princess said....

“To Marc Carlos, Ser, Mokya, Superman, Partner at yung nickname mo na secret lang natin. Our beginning was unexpected but it was real. Everyone knows our story but we only know what the truth is. Masaya ako dahil nakilala kita. Ang daming naging blessings na kasama ka. Ang daming naging opportunities na kasama ka. Ang daming experiences na maaalala ko habang buhay. Pero bukod pa dun masaya ako sa journey natin. Madaming challenges na patuloy na sumusubok sa ating dalawa pero kasabay nun ang mga life lessons na natutunan ko dahil sayo. Through the ups and downs magkasama tayo partner. Kapit lang! You taught me how to live a happy life. And with that, I'm thankful that I get to live this crazy beautiful life with you.

To McLisse Fanmily, thank you for being a part of our journey. Salamat sa pagiging lakas namin lalo na sa mga panahong pili kaming pinahihina ng mundo. We found strength and happiness in you the same way you found strength and happiness with us. Sa mga laging kumakapit lang at di bumibitaw. Kayo ang inspirasyon namin na mas maging matatag. Simple smiles from you could get us through whatever life throws at us. We are so blesed to have you as our family. Happy anniversary to us!”

The princess and the prince had their first royal dance. Our eyes were focused on them but their eyes were the only magnets attracting each other. It was a magical moment for the both of them. We, the mere spectators felt like we were on cloud nine. The dream was beginning to shape into a classic Disney movie. No need for words. We just smiled and realized that 'this was what we came for.'

The prince surprised everyone. In our dream, we gathered around the royal couple and listened to what he had to say. He pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket and started reading what was written on it.

Our hearts raced with his words. Yes, including his. But the prince's heart couldn't maintain its pace and we felt the same thing. We were shaking, we were clueless of what would happen next and we were completely surprised of how he opened his heart to everyone especially to the gorgeous princess in front of him. The prince expressed his gratefulness to a lot of people but he mentioned one important thing that stopped the clock from ticking for a few minutes------

“...Isang mensahe para sa taong tinuring ko ring pamilya. Sa sandaling panahon naging nanay ko rin siya. Salamat po. Tita, ngayon po nagpapaalam ako na bigyan mo po sana ng tiwala na tumayong lalaki na mag-aalaga sa anak niyo dahil laging mabuti ang hinahangad ko para sa kanya. Hashtag Princess ko – Isang taon mula ngayon nung nakatingin ako sayo. Di ko akalain na pagkatapos ng tingin na iyon, ikaw ay magiging mahalaga saakin. Bawat blesings na dumarating at sabay nating tanggapin. Nabuo man, kung ano man meron sa atin. Ayan, nagkaroon ng kulitan, (..actually maraming kulitan yan, panay kulitan yan) kasi ayan lang nasa phone ko na di niyo pa nakikita (shows slideshow of pics) Ginawa ko 'to para sa inyo, ayan itsura ko. Nagkaroon ng saya sa kulitan at natural na kilig, kasama na rin ang mga yakap tuwing may kalungkutan. Kaya salamat. Gusto ko lang magpasalamat sayo at share ko lang sa lahat.”

“A love is not all about yourself. There's also a love from other person, who will support you, who will always take care of you, who will always be there for you when you need to. who will make you happy in different ways and I want to be that other person for you.”

“Ngayon isang taon na tayo bibigyan kita ng Pulang bulaklak at the same time Pink na rose- nung birthday ni Kisses. Puting Rose – nung nasa loob ng bahay ni Kuya at Blue rose – alam mo na.

Para sa'yo. Happy anniversary.”

How could a dream be this good? The magical moments found their reflections in our eyes. We saw, felt and heard everything as if they were real. This 3D experience was one for the books. Everything felt real. Again, we asked “How could a dream be this good?”

Fireworks

Everyone was asked to go outside. We all did but as we walked, we also started asking a lot of whats and whys. No one knew of the reason why we suddenly had to go out. The dark blanket above us called our attention as fireworks began its show. THERE WAS A FIREWORKS DISPLAY AND EVEN THE PRINCESS AND PRINCE HAD NO IDEA THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN.

Everyone was looking up and smiling with our eyes full of hope. Even “feelings” couldn't explain themselves. Our feelings just went up there with the fireworks, freely flying, exploding and sparkling. In our dream, the fireworks made the prince and his princess flash a smile no one in this world could erase. It did the same thing to us, happiness was written all over our faces. We couldn't believe that we were with the royal couple as we watched the fireworks partying in the sky. The dream was close to a new year's welcome. We found ourselves happily welcoming a new chapter-- a new year with a lot of things to look forward to.

...........

AND THEN, WE WOKE UP.....and realized that what we thought of as a “dream” was actually REAL. 

Totoo talaga yun diba? Diba? Totoo yun bes, totoong-totoo.........TOTOO SIYA.

The prince was actually... McCoy and the princess was...Elisse.

The flashbacks were “real” and THEY. REALLY. HAPPENED. They reminded us of all the sleepless nights replaying the latest PBB episodes, trending taglines-- pushing for McLisse to continue here in the outside world, playing O Pag-ibig on repeat, dancing to “This is What You Came For”, eating burgers with “Tuloy Pa Rin” in the background and patiently waiting for their next guestings/projects. The roller coaster ride? We really got butterflies in our tummies because the ups and downs really existed. The past year introduced us to what would be the "greatest ride of our lives." The 3D world? We really witnessed how McCoy fearlessly read his personal message to all of us. The tears were real too. He cried. She cried. We all cried.

Good dreams make us want to stay in bed and dream longer, better dreams are the ones that inspire us to have a goal and best dreams are the ones that we share with the people we love which involve a plan. They're the ones that have a higher chance of ending up into something concrete. The ones that will not encourage us to sleep more but to get up early and work.

McLisse fanmily just started with “best dreams” that we had collectively dreamt of. Now, the whole fanmily is sharing it to other people through charity events and making other people dream bigger.

The Royal gathering reminded us that we should continue what we have started. It reminded us that we're stronger than what we think and that we truly found a new family through MCLISSE. The AVPs just proved to us that we're all in this together. Their story continues because everyone has always been there for them. Their family, friends, PBB housemates (lol @ MayWardCo for their fun greeting), co-actors and of course, US--- the people who are willing to fight for them at all times.

The BEST “Hindi lang” LOVETEAM award will always go to our favorite partners-- McCoy and Elisse. Nagtagpo ang mga buhay ninyo at ganun din ang mga buhay ng lahat na parte ng fanmily na 'to..

We fell in love with McLisse first but after seeing all their happy smiles and happy tears last Saturday night, we're very much sure that they've also fallen in love even more with us now. Head over heels. Diba mam? Diba ser? Forever OTP: McLisse x Fanmily. How does it feel like having an otp that reciprocates your love without any drama? Ask any McLisse fan and tears will fall first even before he/she can come up with an answer. McLisse, thank you for being so sincere and genuine to all of us. We really felt your appreciation, gratefulness and love in all of your words, in your warm hugs and in your smiles.

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY MCLISSE FANMILY!!! Last Saturday, we just turned the venue into a happiest place on earth because of our unforgettable-ginalingan masyado-walang magmu-move-on kind of celebration. Yung dating dream lang natin, nagkatotoo na and it's because we didn't let it stay as a dream, we worked hard to make it happen! Waaaaaaaaah. No one will move on from this. *imaginary fireworks* CHEERS FAM!

We've got somewhere we belong. They've got somebody to love...This is what dreams are made of! :)

(Pics not mine. ctto :)