Gee, good thing these polls are anonymous, imagine you’re a celebrity, lurking, scrolling through the tag and wanna vote on something, but then everyone finds out you voted for a snail or messed up the penis poll ha..! No, but really, are you..? A celebrity, that is..? Did I catch you just now?

Ok I've said before that I think Helena Bonham-Carter would be a pretty cool choice to play May Castellan in the Disney adaptation

BUT

In my fan cast for Paul, I have 2 people who I'd cast but cant decide between

Ryan Reynolds - imagine the chaos on the set with Ryan and Walker, the insane number of deadpool references and I feel like he would be a pretty funny Paul

Paul Rudd - honestly it's literally the Paul vibes he has, I know hes called Paul but the Blofis-vibes man

And, as always I'm sure whoever Rick would choose for this role will be amazing and just as good if not better for the role and I cant wait to see where this series takes him

Stranger Than Fanfiction by Chris Colfer

Title: Stranger Than Fanfiction Author: Chris Colfer Genre: Road Fiction Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers Release Date: February 28, 2017 Method: Hardcover Pages: 295 ⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑

What if Dwayne Johnson, Ryan Reynolds, or Kevin Hart emailed you and said that they were going to join you and your friends on your road trip? Well, in Chris Colfer's road fiction novel Stranger Than Fanfiction, we jump into just that topic.

When Topher Collins jokingly invited Cash Carter (The main actor of Topher's favorite TV show.) to Collins and his friends' road trip, he'd never imagined that Cash would actually say yes. Now, the four friends and a famous celebrity embark on a life changing trip filled with adventure, secrets, and bloodthirsty paparazzi. The question is, how long will it take for the band of companions to find out the truth about their favorite superstar?

The narrative shows the truth and gives us situations the targeted audience can relate to as well as characters, which is what I really like to see in any novel. It dives into themes of race, friendship, fame, and the LGBT community. It deals with sexual identity, gender identity, transitioning into adulthood, pivoting from your family's expectations, and the cons of being a celebrity, which I quite like.

This book is a great read if you're traveling or just sitting at home and need something to pass the time. Chris Colfer put so much time and emotion into this book that sometimes I forget it's fictional. Many of his own experiences are scattered across the pages. With every sentence and every word, you can feel something. Yes, it may just be a stack of bound paper, but that doesn't mean that the passion isn't there.

Diving in blind,

Atheneum Treasure

Issue 155 of Infosurr has just been published, about which its editor Richard Walter writes:

"The 12 pages of Issue 155 will help you rediscover Maurice Heine’s Monde mouvant et sans limites, an anthology of replies to the question « Which extreme will the human being reach when his desires meet with no obstacle ? ». Other new approaches of surrealism will e dealt with : the relationships between the Thebah Lodge, the « close affinities of surrealism and the subversive spirit of romanticism », the new portrait of Arthur Cravan as the terror of the wild beasts, « which puts him back at the centre of all that vibrated in the early 20th century ». « An impassionned intiative to follow », the latest review launched by Abdul Kader El Janabi, In Toto, whose first issue explores Arab surrealism with a huge dossier on « the surrealist battle formation in the Middle East and North Africa », but also a whole bunch of rare, unpublished, old and new documents…This rich panorama will be completed with Will Alexander’s latest work from the USA and La Grieta from Spain. Finally, we will present a strip cartoon for the first time : David B.’s André Breton, a surrealist inquiry, which imagines the improbable encounter – but totally plausible in surrealist reality – of Breton and the serial detective Nick Carter. This deserved to be on the cover of the issue !

"In the next issues, we will deal with Maurice Henry’s Rêves et Culbutes, Philip Lamantia’s narcotics-inspired poetry, Mary Reynolds’s neglected career and the one-issue review Vendredi. The « Figures of or around surrealism » section will mention Petr Kral, Nanos Valatoris, Arturo Schwarz, Alain Joubert and Jean Terrossian. Exhibitions start again with the work of Man Ray in Avignon, the strange Juliette Roche in Besançon, the huge travelling exhibition of Toyen the rebel, the surrealist bestiary of Max Ernst in Germany and the work in the neighbourhood of surrealism by Anne-Marie Castelain and Kathy Fox. We will also have to come back on the annual issue of The Oystercatcher, the first issue of The philosophical Egg and on the documents and unpublished correspondences unearthed by L’Etoile de mer, edited by the Friends of Robert Desnos."

I think actors like Ryan Reynolds and Lynda Carter would obviously enjoy tumblr because where else can they get in-depth essays about movies and tv shows they've been in? Honestly most celebrities would probably love this app if they could humble themselves and have some fucking fun for once cus how dope would it be contribute months of hard work into a production only to later be able to read all the analysis and theories people have about it? When I leave the stage my favorite part is hearing what the audience loved best about our rendition, and I can't imagine why so many celebs don't realize how Cool it is to be able to see a whole community fall in love with Your efforts. Fucking lame to me but whatever

Ouija board - E dolan

Request: y/n pranks e with an Ouija board and it goes wrong? Plsssss

Requested by: Anon

this has swearing btw x 

“Aw you’re such a sook!” I complain, throwing my bottom lip out at Ethan. “Shut up y/n, sorry not everyone wants to mess around with an Ouija board. In case you didn’t realise I don’t have a death wish.” Crossing his arms over his chest Ethan stands tall, although he’s declining a game he refuses to look like a baby.

“Grayson?” I ask, peering over at the other twin who looks around puzzled. “Care to be more of a man then your older brother?” I ask, glaring at E.

“I guess, I mean this shit’s not real.” Gray looks over at his brother who stares back wide eyed, “c’mon Eth, what’s the worst that’s going to happen?” Ethan responds with a sigh, looking everywhere but at me.

“If I get haunted because of this stupid game I’m killing both of you.”

“Sooky, sooky.” I reply, laughing. The boys join me on the ground, but not without numerous comments from both the twins. “Take your hat off Ethan, it’s disrespectful to the spirits.” While shooting daggers into my head E slowly takes it off, placing it next to the candle that surrounded the board. “Do you all know the rules?” I question, looking around at the boys. In response they nod their heads, I guess its not uncommon for someone to know the rules of an Ouija board, I mean practically every second horror film is about one.

After awakening the board, we begin to ask questions. However, it was obvious that as per usual the twins weren’t taking it seriously.

“You’re going to piss them off.” I say, smirking slightly at them. Ethan and Grayson chuckle, clearly not bothered. “Fine, if you aren’t scared let’s ask some interesting questions.” I raise my eyebrow at Ethan, my smirk stretching across my face, “When will Ethan die?”

“Hey!” Ethan sounds, “you aren’t supposed to ask questions like that.”

“Oh well, you’ll live, maybe?” I respond, laughing slightly. Ethan rolls his eyes, but quickly focuses back on the board when it begins to move with great strength and speed.

“Cut it out Gray.” Ethan speaks, his fear evident in his tone. Goosebumps spread across my body, the force moving the planchette is incredible, it was impossible for one of the boys to be able to move it that harshly without someone noticing.

“Did that just spell out tonight or have I suddenly become dyslexic?” A cold chill runs through my body, my stomach begins to feel uneasy and my face pales. “I really don’t want to play anymore.”

“That wasn’t funny Grayson.” Ethan’s voice squeaks, a feature I’ve noticed is evident when he’s nervous. “y/n tell it goodbye, we’re not doing this anymore.” Nodding my head, I tell the boys to place their fingers back on the planchette.

Our fingers glide across the board as we spell out the words goodbye. When nothing happens, we take a deep breath.

“That game was fucked, this is the last time y/n suggests a board game.” Rolling my eyes, I stand.

“Whatever, you probably just pissed the spirit off, so it just wanted to scare you.” My eyes return to the board, and for the second time tonight my blood runs cold.

The planchette was moving on its own. I’m not done with you yet. I let out a scream and Grayson stands frozen, Ethan however runs the fastest I’ve ever seen him run.

“Where are you going?” I shout, my eyes wide. Ethan returns, holding a match and my deodorant. “Hell no-“ in a matter of seconds, a bright flame ignites in my lounge room. “Ethan!” I scream. Pulling him away, I turn to see my Ouija board in flames. “It was a prank!” I yell, pushing him. “Grayson get water!” The colour returns to the boys face.

“That was cruel.” He responds, as Grayson tips water to stop the fire. I refuse to break eye contact with the drama queen to show how annoyed I was.

“It’s only on fire a little bit, you can still use it.” Lifting his shoulders in a shrugging motion, Ethan drops the can. A smirk appearing on the corner of his lip. “Look, I know that setting it on fire probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do but it’s done now and we have to deal with it.”

“You owe me a new one.” Ethan’s eyes open wide.

“Fuck no, I ain’t going anywhere near one of those things again.”

“Ugh, forget it. It’s not even nine o’clock and I just watched you nearly set the house on fire. Don’t touch anything else.” Ethan nods his head, flashing a toothy grin.

“Yes ‘mam.”

Old Post Masterlist: Part 1

Hey loves, here’s a part one of the old posts I’ve collected over the few years. Mind you these dates back to my high school days, the mass post will stop once we reach 2017. Hope you all enjoyed these as much as I enjoyed writing them for you all! 

Jovani Jara:

Sunrises

This Town

Aaron Carpenter:

Why isn’t that me Part 1

Why isn’t that me Part 2

The Sweet Life

Marry Me

Taylor Caniff:

Beach Day

Cameron Dallas:

I Love You

Envy Isn’t a Pretty Color

But They Like Each Other

Lazy Day

The Tag

Car Rides with Cam Be Like

It was always you

Imagine For Val

Imagine For Lara

Imagine For Monica

Matthew Espinosa:

It’s Alright Baby

Stay

You Can Do Better

Connor Franta:

Better Together

Cause You’re The One

I Shouldn’t Be Missing You

Tronnor Blurb

Carter Reynolds:

I Can’t Imagine a Day I Won't

Nash Grier:

I Love You

Instagram While Dating Nash

Your Relationship With Him

Hayes Grier:

Hayes The Bae

Levi Randall:

Roadtripping

Jack Gilinsky:

Crazy For You

Shawn Mendes:

Perfect

Pillowtalk

So Much Love (lost link)

Fool For You

Paper hearts

Sometimes It ends in love.

Need (lost link)

Jacob Whitesides:

Sunshine

Jon Klaasen:

Her Love

Chris Ganoudis:

One Of You

Conor Maynard:

Just A Little Push

Dylan O'Brian:

Not Like That

Justin Bieber:

Tell Us A Story

Is This The End

I Missed You

Fun In The Sun

Strong For You

Braiden Wood:

One and Only

Family

David Scarzone:

Brunch

Spencer Sutherland:

Blurb

Personalized fake tweets from your faves

starting this account back up! send request to my ask box with anything and everything you want!

Meet My Dad || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader Imagine

A/N: SO we were brainstomring in one of my discord groups about what would it be like if Full Metal had a daughter, and now it’s a thing where if i write this for @theysayitscrazy then @bravo-four-seal-team has to behave for a week. Also, this contains the ship Trent/Metal.

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“Dad!” You yelled, walking into his house uninvited as usual. Did you really need an invite to the place you called home for the longest time, though? He wasn’t there, that was evident by his cat, Whiskers, still needing to be fed for the morning. You filled his bowl with kibble, petting the old boy who used to keep you company on dark and stormy nights. 

You walk further into his kitchen, seeing the note on the counter that said that he’d be back later. You write a note back, telling him that you’ll be at your boyfriends, and to call you later. You pet the cat once more, before leaving the home, suddenly nervous at the thought of your dad knowing about you and Brock, and your plan for them to meet.

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Full Metal came home a couple hours later, petting Whiskers and putting the groceries away. You and him had a weekly gumbo night, where you all eat and either watch a movie or play some games, getting your time with each other you two needed in in one night. 

He’s been a single dad for over twenty years, your mom having left him and you when you were just three years old. He bared no hard feelings, his life and job was complicated and she never truly wanted to be a mom. So, he took time to figure out how to parent you while being home all the time, and figured who’d watch you when he was away. You two made it work, and now you’re closer than ever.

He found the note, noticing your handwriting right away, and visibly paled as he read its contents. A boyfriend? Who? and when? He could have sworn you would have told him before now about any boy you were seeing. He needed to take a breath, calm down. You were a grown adult, with an apartment of your own and a stable job, it wasn’t the end of the world that his baby had a boyfriend.

He took a second, making sure his hands stopped shaking before he picked up the phone, dialing the oh-so-familiar number. 

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You were straddling Brock’s lap, your tongues colliding as you moved in sync. His lips had then attached to your neck, causing you to moan. Your hands were tangled into his hair, causing him to groan when you pulled it accidentally. His hands travelled down your back, resting just before the opening of your jeans. One hand slid up your shirt, his hands feeling rough against your soft skin, you giggling as he flipped you over, so he was on top. 

He opened your legs, putting his knee right next to your covered core, letting you grind against it as he continued his trail of kisses down your chest. He almost took his shirt off when you heard your phone ring, interrupting the fun that was about to come. You quickly grabbed it, groaning as it was your dad. Brock nodded in understanding, moving to lay beside you on the bed as you answered, “Hi Dad!”

“Y/N, you left a note. Boyfriend? Who the fuck are you dating? Why haven’t you told me about this guy beforehand?” Metal shot off at an impressive pace, not impressed that she told him this through a note, for fucks sake.

“I’m great! How are you, are we on for gumbo tonight? I brought him up because I thought about bringing him.” You said sarcastically, moving to snuggle up to Brock, who happily wrapped his arms around you, his leg intertwining with yours.

Metal was pacing in his living room now, rolling his eyes at the sarcasm he heard at the beginning of your response. “You want to bring him? To our tradition?” He asked, shocked you’d even consider it.

“Well, yeah, Dad, it’s just one gumbo night for you to meet him and get to know him outside of work. Besides, you bring Trent sometimes!” You retorted, huffing at the hypocrisy. You could hear Brock chuckling beside you, causing you to stick your tongue out at him.

“That’s different, it’s Trent!” He shot back, stopping his pacing as he was worried he was going to step on Whiskers. He then continued, “Trent’s being invited if you bring him. Wait,” he spoke, his mind registering what all you said thirty seconds ago, “Outside of work? HE WORKS AT DEVGRU?!?!?” He yelled, feeling his face getting hot with anger. One of those idiots is dating his kid?

You put the phone away from your ear, he’s always deafening when he’s angry. Brock kissed your shoulder, one of his hands moving up to grab your breast, massaging it gently, causing you to roll your eyes. “Yes, he works at DEVGRU. He’s on Bravo, with Trent. Invite him! You know I love T,” you say easily, your breath hitching as Brock continues to tease you.

Metal doesn’t even know what to reply to that. He’s full on having a meltdown. His kid, his sweet, caring, loving child is dating someone in Bravo. Oh, Oh god, They’re dating that cocky ass kid. “I gotta go, see you two tonight.” He said quickly, before hanging up without you getting a word in. He rubbed his face with his free hand, before calling Trent to come over.

“He hung up,” you said simply, putting the phone back down on the nightstand, before focusing on the man beside you. You adored him, not just physically, but the kind soul he has, and the willingness to do whatever was necessary to keep you safe and happy. You knew your Dad was a bit... much, but you hoped once he saw you two together, he would calm a bit. “Now, where were we..” you trailed off, giggling as he turned over onto you, starting where you both had left off.

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Trent was a little worried when Full Metal called him, panicking at the apparent fact that Clay was dating his kid. Trent had been around you since you were a little kid, becoming very close to Metal as they started working together at DEVGRU. 

He was incredibly amused at the fact that Metal was having a meltdown while simultaneously starting the gumbo for the night. He wouldn’t interrupt the man, he’s just here to listen and watch his friend chop and cook everything the gumbo needed ingredient wise, while yelling at how Clay was too arrogant foe his own good. 

“Of course Y/N would go out with him. Why go for one of us, anyways?” he asked rhetorically, chopping up the andouille sausage, probably imagining it was Clay’s.. well... you know.

“Because they were raised by you? And surrounded by a Naval influence their entire life?” Trent shot back, chuckling as Metal glared at him. Man, if looks could kill...

“Scott, take a breath. You raised Y/N well, they must see something in Clay to not only go out with them, but to want to introduce him to you,” Trent tried to reassure the man, who this time took a deeply breath and nodded.

“I just don’t want them to get hurt,” he spoke quietly, shaking his head at the thought. You were his child, his only one at that, he hated seeing you cry, especially over some dumb ass kid.

Trent nodded, standing up to go over to him, rubbing his back. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. He’s helped Scott raise you since you were a kid, he felt similarly about keeping you safe.

They were silent for a while, before Trent felt like he needed to reassure Scott one more time. “Tonight will be fine, you’ll meet the boyfriend, be polite tonight and then tomorrow you can threaten all you want,” he offered up, and it worked, as he saw Scott smile for the first time today.

“Come tonight?” Metal asked, he didn’t want to have to deal with this alone. Plus, he could just have it on his head that this is just the team hanging out and you just so happened to be there.

Trent nodded, smiling at the offer. He knew Scott needed someone here with them to keep him calm, and he was secretly hoping he’d ask him to stay anyways, the guy makes a mean gumbo.

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It was three hours later, and Brock was suddenly incredibly nervous. He knew Metal was going to kill him, especially because it was his only kid that we’re talking about. He was in love with them, though, so he guessed he’d make it work.

“It’s going to be fine, Dad’s just a big teddy bear,” you reassure him, watching him chuckle nervously. You smiled, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Your boyfriend may be a man of few words, but it was no secret he was worried about your dad’s reaction.

The silence was comfortable as he drove you both towards your childhood home. He was quiet, taking in the site of the place where Metal raised you, squeezing your hand when he heard you take a shaky breath.

“Hey,” he said quietly, catching your attention as you were getting lost in your worries. “I love you, Y/N/N.”

You smile brightly, saying “I love you too,” before he pulls you in for a kiss, all and full of adoration. He breaks away for a few moments, kissing your nose in the process, causing you to giggle.

You lead him up the steps to the front door, noting that Trent’s bike was in it’s usual spot. You smiled a little, happy your dad’s boyfriend was here to enjoy the chaos. You whispered to Brock, “I told you my dad and Trent were together, right?”

Brock’s eyes widened, shaking his head. Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought, before taking a deep breath. You smile at him, before opening the door, going into your family home, which was warm and the smell of the spices in the gumbo. You picked up Whiskers, who was hanging out in the cat tree by the entryway, and said to Brock, “This is Mr. Whiskers, he used to keep me safe when it was storming and Dad was on a mission.”

Brock saw the way your eyes lit up with you saw the cat, and his heart melted a little bit. He pet the furry creature, personally he wasn’t a fan of cats but he couldn’t help but pet him. 

You put him down, taking his hand as you guide him further into the home, yelling, “T, Dad! We’re here!” You give his hand a squeeze, bringing  him to the living room. 

Trent came out from the living room, smiling as he saw you with... Brock. “Hey kid,” he hugged you tightly, before finally breaking, laughing hysterically at the fact that it was Brock you were with.

Oh, this was going to be fun. 

Metal left the kitchen, hearing his boyfriend of five years laughing hysterically. He walks in, seeing Trent doubled over in laughter, looking at you, smiling. “Hey baby,” He spoke softly, opening his arms for a hug, looking at who she brought with her, completely expect Clay, and not... Brock?

“Brock? Dog boy? Seriously?” He asked, causing Brock to laugh a little bit.

You backed away from your Dad, going to your boyfriend, who immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You shot back, “Well, yeah? Who else would I have gone for, Sonny?”

Oh, yeah, that broke Metal. 

He just stared at you two, trying to form words, but his brain was short-circuiting. Trent was in tears, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. “Didn’t.... see that...coming,” he finally got out, grabbing onto Metal’s shoulder yo hold him up.

“I thought you were dating Clay,” your dad said slowly, shaking his head at the fact you brought the weird one home... typical.

You look at him confused, “No... Brock and I have been together for almost a year,” you tell him gently, smiling as your feel Brock kiss your forehead. You leaned into him for comfort, worried about what your dad will say.

“I... alright,” he sighed, smiling as Trent kissed him on the cheek. Trent was proud of him being calm, and not threatening your boyfriend. In reality, he was planning Brock’s death a very violent way, and where to hide the body.

The night went smoothly, a little too smoothly, if you were honest. Everyone ate and had a good time, the night ending with each Carter cuddled up to their significant other, watching a horror movie.

Brock had went to start the truck after the movie was over, letting you to hug your dads. “Thank you,” you whispered, smiling at Metal.

“what for?” he chuckled, letting go so you could hug Trent.

“For being nice to him, and not threatening to kill him,” you chcuckled as you hugged Trent, who went back to having his arms wrapped around Metal when you let go. Metal nodded, as you said goodbye, not knowing his plans for in the morning. 

“You did good, babe,” Trent mumbled, kissing his cheek before making sure the food was away, getting ready to go to bed.

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All was quiet on the base the next morning, the hustle and bustle of the military operation at it’s usual pace. All of Bravo trickled in one by one, no one understanding the scene in front of them as they entered the cage room.

In front of Brock’s locker, there was a hatchet, a bag of lye, and a shovel; along with a note which was written in, what looked like, blood.

“Brock,

You hurt my kid, these tools will be used in removing you from the situation. The hatchet will be used to cut you up into bite-sized pieces for Cerberus to enjoy. What is left of you will be dissolved by the lye, and you will be buried where no one can find the evidence. 

They’re my child, I will do whatever it takes to make sure they are happy and safe.

I’m watching you.”

Bravo watched Brock visibly pale as he read the note, causing Trent to smile, shaking his head at his boyfriend’s antics. He should have known last night was too calm, that Metal was being polite because Y/N didn’t want their father to be overprotective. 

Oh well, at least Brock understood now the consequences if he fucked up.

home is people, not a place 2/?

Part 1

Summary: Clay gets attacked on base. DEVGRU finds an issue in that.

TW: Blood mention, physical assault, canon typical violence

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Lisa is pissed. She has every right to be. Clay had been attacked in the Bravo cages.

She’d watched the kid go from a strap who couldn’t stay in his own lane to an operator who could lead Bravo – and Tier One, for that matter – into the future. And then he’d been attacked in his team’s cages, in his own cage. Blackburn was still at the hospital – he’d found the kid in a pool of his own blood; Lisa wouldn’t blame him if it took an apocalypse to separate him from the kid – making sure that the kid got appropriate care.

She pushed open the door to Bravo’s briefing room, not that it actually had any members of Bravo in it. Alpha, Charlie and Delta were all there, waiting on her brief on the situation. Echo would have been there, if not for them being halfway through their first deployment as a team. There had been hesitation about deploying Echo – the loss of the last Echo line-up still sat heavily in the Tier’s mind.

The three team’s Master Chiefs and 2ICs had sat in Bravo’s usual chairs. Full Metal and Derek sat in Jason and Ray’s chairs, respectively. Beau and his second in command had taken Sonny and Trent’s, while TJ was sat in Brock’s. Delta Two had distinctively chosen not to sit in Clay’s seat, instead sitting in a chair usually used for either Cerberus or a support staff member, depending on the op.

(It was very funny to watch Brock and Clay push a wheely chair with Cerberus on it between the two of them, and they’d pretty much mastered the art of doing it in the last few months. Cerb had found that if he allowed it to happen, he’d get belly rubs and treats, so he was unbothered about it)

The other seats had a random assignment, seemingly first-come-first-serve. The ones unlucky enough to have not found seats stood tensely, arms crossed and grumbling under their breath to each other.

Nobody sat in Clay’s seat.

All 18 operators looked up when she walked in, attention snapping to the person with the most information. As she walked in, her gaze caught on the table space in front of Clay’s chair. Clay had left his book on the table. It’s about as thick as a brick, and Sonny would probably take a glance at it and tell Clay it was as dry as one. The embossed cover didn’t read English, and Lisa had a feeling that there would be very few, if any, people in the room able to read any part of the book.

She stood at the front and pushed her emotions down. These operators were here for information, not emotion.

“At 0145 this morning, 4 Green Team members entered Bravo’s Cage room. At 0157, they left, and returned to the Green Team barracks. 0204, Lieutenant Commander Blackburn entered the Bravo cages. He dialled 911 and was assisted by Alpha Four-”

She cuts herself off for a few seconds, as various operators slapped Jordan on the back, mumbled thanks spreading through the room as they reassured themselves that one of their own had helped their kid.

“Assisted by Alpha Four at 0207. Ambulance arrived at 0215. The Green Team members were apprehended by Alpha and Delta at 0248.”

She pauses again as a ripple of thanks goes through to room, Alpha and Delta thanking their Master Chiefs and each other and Charlie thanking both teams.

“Petty Officer Spenser was admitted to hospital at 0224, and was assessed as having a concussion, a broken nose and 5 bruised ribs.”

Alpha, Charlie and Delta’s medics all take note of this. They’re probably going to be on Clay’s ass for the next few months about this, right behind Trent.

“Bravo arrived at the Hospital at 0243. They are all with him. Hayes has asked that he is included in any appropriate punishments.”

Full Metal snorts. “Bet he didn’t word it like that”

A series of chuckles and grins echoes around the room. He did not word it like that. There was much more swearing, and much, much less formal language. He’d implied murder no less than 5 times.

Lisa allowed a smile to pass through the stony calm façade she had up.

“Command has delegated these appropriate punishments to be carried out within DEVGRU and have stressed the importance of leaving an impression on future graduates. This cannot be a recuring event.”

TJ pipes up first, almost before she’d finished talking. “I say we let Metal work his magic, make sure nobody finds them.”

This gets mixed responses, but Lisa isn’t surprised when none are wholly negative. They all had a younger brother in the form of Clay, and they had all trained for years in the art of killing their enemies as swiftly and efficiently as possible, and these candidates fell wholly and completely under the title of ‘Enemy’.

Metal gives a faux hopeful look to Lisa, and Lisa can tell that he’s not entirely dismissed the possibility, even as he does a terrible job at pretending to still consider it an option that Lisa could authorize. Lisa plays into the joke – god knows that Tier One needs some light in this disastrous day – and gives him the look mostly used for when Bravo (usually Sonny) suggests a stupid idea that shouldn’t had even crossed their minds. Blackburn jokingly referred to it as her “bad dog” look, and it worked for its purpose, making the operators put their tails between their legs. A few faces form smiles, and a few look to be wavering on the edge of smiling.

“No murder, and no death.”

This gets her grumbles, and not all of them are joking. Clay had gotten all of them out of sticky situations. Every operator in Tier One had a handful story where Clay had needed to be briefed on their op, and all of them had at least one where he’d taking calls at 2am to translate over a connection that he could barely hear English through. He’d never berated them for waking him up, and had often taken time to teach various operators key phrases, if he knew they were deploying somewhere where he knew the language.

Beau goes next, possibly the most level-headed of the Master Chiefs – both in the room and not. “Advanced SERE?”

Now this, Lisa can work with. Something about her posture must change, a twitch in her face, because the room suddenly erupts in sound. Charlie Two, Delta Five and Alpha Three all are in close enough range to clap Beau on the back, and they do so in quick succession.

“Gentlemen.” She raises her voice to be heard by the room. There’s nothing gentle about the looks on their faces.

“I’ll leave you to figure something out. Report to me with a plan of action.” And with that, she gives them a single nod and begins to leave. Her turned back does not block out the whispers of violence, but it does hide the vicious smile that’s stretched itself out along her face.

Nobody would even think about hurting their kid. Ever again.

+

As Clay blearily opened his eyes, he realised that he’d succumbed to pain-med-induced sleep. A few hours had probably passed since then, based on the fact that sunlight was now filling the room. Sonny was sat on his right side, gaze focused on the room’s TV screen, which was showing a play-by-play of a football game. The volume was cranked down, and even as Clay becomes more aware; he can only hear every other word.

“Son?” The word passes his lips without him meaning it to. Sonny’s head snaps over to Clay, so fast that Clay fears he may have given himself whiplash.

“Hey Bam Bam, how ya doin?” The toothpick moves hypnotically. Stop looking at the toothpick. Stop it. Stop it. Sonny’s casual expression is betrayed by the slight waver in his voice, a sliver of raw emotion that Sonny couldn’t fully supress. Clay gives him a strained smile in lieu of answering and reaches his hand out. Sonny catches the hand before it moves very far, holding it in a tight grip.

Sonny’s thumb absently runs across Clay’s unblemished because he hadn’t even been able to fight back knuckles, and his spare hand turns off the TV, leaving them in silence.

“Kid.” Clay’s eyes widen slightly, and he almost pulls his hand out of Sonny’s grip at the softly spoken word. He tries to get in the apology, the explanation, before Sonny can tell him that Jason is punishing him for being unaware.

“I should have being paying attention. I know I should have been paying attention, I was just so tired.” I’m sorry I’m so sorry don’t kick me out please

Sonny freezes. What?

“Clay. Stop. Stop-” he has to cut himself off before he says something that includes those really touchy-feely-emotions he’s feeling. Thankfully, Clay doesn’t take the pause as an opportunity to continue. “Stop trying to defend yourself. None of us blame you, Blondie. You were on base. You should have been protected. We won’t fail you again.” Sonny gives him facts, because he knows that if he tries to do anything else he’ll make it worse.

“Son?” Clay recalls a voice calling through the dark, through the black water he was floating in, a voice he’d recognised; “Did Blackburn find me? He- he had blood on his hands”

For a moment, Sonny curses Clay’s blessings as a sniper. He’d always been able to notice the little things, the things none of them would notice. “Yeah, he was checking that none of us were sleeping in the cages.”

Clay nods, and then his brows furrow. He breaks eye contact with Sonny and frowns in the genal direction of his feet. His face makes what Sonny calls his ‘Brainiac’ Face, and Sonny can only assume that he’s thinking about what happened with Blackburn, not rationalizing with himself that the beating was somehow his fault.

“Son, can I talk to him?” Sonny doesn’t want to think about whatever that conversation is going to be, so he nods and begins to gather his stuff. His cap is hanging precariously from one on the bed’s corners, his phone on the bedside table. He stands and ruffles Clay’s head, laughing despite the stink-eye he gets for it. Clay doesn’t mind it, and he has the feeling the next few weeks, if not months, are going to be filled with various forms of physical contact to reassure his teammates that he was still with them.

And now he’d asked Sonny to get Blackburn. God what do you even say to the guy who had found you beaten? ‘Hey Boss, I’m sure that what you saw was horrifying, but I’m alright now?’ God help him. Sonny hadn’t given him a weird look, so he’d probably been expecting Clay to ask at some point.

Clay’s train of thought is interrupted when a soft knock sounds on the door. There’s a second of pause before the door opens. Clay can’t think of a time when Blackburn’s looked worse. There are dark circles under his eyes, and a vaguely haunted look in his eyes. His eyes have a red tinge, and Clay can’t tell if that’s from sleep deprivation, or something else. His hands are rubbed red and raw, and Clay can tell that Blackburn had taken extra care to get every fleck of blood off his hands. He’s in a jacket that looks too big for him, and Clay suspects that Trent had a hand in that. Since the injured person – Clay – wasn’t someone he could immediately care for, Trent had gone for the next best thing, a shaken Blackburn. Under the jacket, he’s still in his fatigues, and by the time he’s finished the assessment of Blackburn’s top half, he’d moved close and sat down, hiding everything below his waist from Clay’s view.

Blackburn reaches out, putting a palm on Clay’s forearm, Clay’s hand mirrors it on Blackburn’s arm, and tension bleeds from Blackburn’s figure. His shoulders slump slightly, and he leans forward.

“How are you feeling?”

Clay considers lying, considers saying that he’s not in any pain, considers easing Blackburn’s mind. He decides against it. Blackburn had found him in a pool of blood, it’s the least he can do to tell him the truth. “My ribs hurt. But I’m, I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you were there.”

Clay is the sometimes literally bleeding heart of Bravo, levelling out Sonny’s emotional constipation, and the admission is the balm of some of the burns on Eric’s soul. Eric leaned forwards, shuffling closer to the bed, trying to hide the blood on his knees. He hadn’t been home to change, a call to his wife at 8am had told her that he wasn’t going to be home for a while. She, like the amazing wife she was, had been understanding, and then grumbled at him to let her sleep. They’d both laughed and exchanged ‘I love you’s before his wife ended the call. Clay didn’t need the stress of knowing that Eric had knelt in his blood. Nobody needs that.

“Gave me quite a scare, gave all of us quite a scare.” Eric doesn’t tell him that he’d spent the last half hour scrubbing his hands raw, that Jason had needed to strong-arm him into the waiting room, that Trent had given him one look and offered up his jacket, that he’d had his head in his hands until Sonny had come into the room and told him that Clay wanted to talk to him. Doesn’t tell him that he’d stood outside for nearly a minute before he’d knocked, that he’d needed to barrel in before he lost the nerve to speak to his operator. He usually prides himself on staying calm, on being collected, but Clay had been attacked in one of the few places on earth that he could honestly and without reservation call home. That scared Eric. If he couldn’t keep his operators safe on base, where would they be safe?

“Davis is talking to command about adding locks to the cage room doors, make sure this doesn’t happen again.” If she wasn’t already talking to command about it, she would be soon.

Clay nods. He shifts and grimaces in pain.

“Do you want me to get a nurse?” It’s a safe question, one that doesn’t involve the emotions in the room.

Clay ignores the lifeline. “I’m alright as I am. Did you get the guys?”

Eric nods. Breaking the news to Bravo had been the highlight of his morning. “Command is letting DEVGRU work out how to punish them.”

Clay grins. “I bet Metal is having fun with that.”

It’s Eric’s turn to smile, and a soft chuckle makes its way out. “Davis is under strict orders to not accept a plan that involves murder. I’m sure Alpha’s disagreeing with that.”

Alpha was most likely to deploy with Bravo, and all were in line with their Master Chief’s ‘Bury-first-questions-second’ policy when it came to Clay. Eric had a feeling it wouldn’t take much convincing to get Delta and Echo behind the plan, and that Charlie would only argue on principle.

Tier One was a brotherhood that didn’t take kindly to injury, as the world would learn.

+

Echo One – Zack Greer – a newly promoted Delta Two, wasn’t a very outgoing man. One and Twos were meant to both complement and contrast each other, a precarious balancing act honed over years of living out of each other’s pockets. TJ had needed a level head, so his Two was calm in the face of crisis.

Echo Two, on the other hand. A Floridian man, Elliot Howe, promoted from Charlie Three, who was under strict orders to never drink unsupervised with Sonny Quinn, lest they empty a bar and then burn said bar to the ground. He’d chaffed under Beau’s tight ship, so when the opportunity to move to form Echo had arisen, he was hard pushed to say no.

Together with Echo Three (Alpha Three), Echo Four (Delta Six) and two Green Team graduates as their Five and Six, they’d created a tight brotherhood.

Echo Five, Dan Wilder, a multilingual K9 handler, had initially been lost at DEVGRU, not quite fitting in. He’d reached out to the youngest operator – Bravo Six – in order to get some advice. What he didn’t know at the time is that their languages had overlap. Together with Clay and Ares – his K9 – he’d been able to find someone to practice with.

Echo had long since lost count of how many times Clay had come into their cage room, with a well-loved book, offering it to Dan with a brief explanation of how it would interest him. The book was never in English, and neither was the explanation. For all they knew, Clay could have spent the last few months giving Dan anything from Harry Potter to The Anarchist’s Cookbook (he’d actually only given Dan one of those, and Dan was under strict instructions not to tell them which, and Dan had been recommending others back).

Sonny, on the days when they were hanging out after work, sometimes tagged along to these exchanges. He’d joked about a book club, and Echo Two had picked up on the joke immediately, and since then the pair had resigned themselves to the nickname.

Between Clay’s frequent interactions with Dan and the fact that all of DEVGRU was deadly protective of Clay, it was no surprise that when Echo had heard the news, they hadn’t been happy. Command had fought a battle with Echo to keep them deployed, and Echo had nearly won. Dan had been on many rants, talking to empty space in Pashto – Four only caught a few words, and those were all along the lines of murder and death. Ares was giving out a low, constant growl. Both of the DEVGRU K9s were as protective as their owners, it seemed.

The door to their dorms slammed open and Zack marched in. Echo looks up in sync, and if it weren’t so serious, Zack would be amused by how much his men look like Meerkats. “Got word from Virginia.” This sets his men on edge, Howe half-steps forward, and his shoulders visibly tense up. “They found the green team rookies. We’ve been asked to approve the plan of their punishment before it gets sent to be approved by command.” Malicious smiles break out among the barracks.

They may be 7000 miles away, but they wouldn’t let anybody off the hook because of it.

Back from the dead because I truly need someone to talk to about Hayes Grier getting arrested--

Promise

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Request: can you make imagine where magcon are visiting Cameron and y/n then cam tells y/n that she's fat and she tells him that she's almost 4 months pregnant and that's why she's fat? can it be long and super cute? btw I'm in love with your imagines

From: @asvpmendes

Note: Hey! thanks so much for your request! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! I’m glad you've liked my previous imagines :)

You look in the mirror. Your hands carefully glide over your now bulging stomach. Its noticeable. There’s no denying it or even trying to hide it. Your let out a groan and pull your hair back from your face with your hand. Your shirt falls back down as its support left. You let out a shaky laugh. Even though the future is now inevitable, your still in a bit of denial. You remember when you found out, you were with your best friend (Y/F/N).

“(Y/N)?” You crouched in front of the toilet. Your eyes filling up, daring to flood out. A positive symbol stared back at your shocked face. “(Y/N)?” (Y/F/N) called again to you. The door to the bathroom room slowly creaked open as she entered your bathroom, you were crouched on the floor a hand to your mouth still staring in disbelief at the test in your hand. You missed several periods but you didn’t think it’d ever happen to you. “oh sweetie” Your friend slowly bent down next to you, she was the one who encouraged you to take it. She probably predicted it. You let out a shaky laugh. Your body shook. “I’m pregnant” You finally let the worlds fall out of your mouth. The invisible barrier that held your tears back finally broke. What were you going to do? You couldn’t abort it. What would Cameron do? He’d surely brake up with you. The tears were now flooding out; you couldn’t stop it. You just cried into (Y/F/N) shoulder.

You never told Cameron in fear he’d leave you. Now you’d have to tell him though. Magcon was making a stop at your hometown, and of course he’d want to see his girlfriend. You could hide it from the endless calls and facetimes, but in person was a whole different story. Everyone but the boys knew. Your parents were thankfully very supportive of your decision and were helping with the cost of it all. (Y/F/N) gave you endless amounts of encouragement and even went to a class for first time moms with you. Your phone let of its familiar ringtone out. “Hello” you breathed into the phone. “Baby!” Cameron’s soothing voice let out excitedly. “I can’t wait to see you! And hold you! And kiss you, you can’t imagine how much I miss kissing you!” His words came through the receiver fast and jumbled. It was like he only had a minute to speak and he had to let it all out before his time was up. “Hey” You quickly made sure your sweatshirt was completely down, “So when do you um, get here?” You were fidgeting with the hem of the huge sweatshirt. A nervous habit you’ve obtained. “You okay?” Concern laced his voice. You let a chuckle, half because it was cute that he knew you so well and was concerned and half because he knew you so well and you couldn’t tell him over the phone. “Of course!” You faked enthusiasm. “Okay well we just got here, want to come visit us at the hotel? We’re all going swimming!” Swimming? Crap. There is no way you’d get away with a swimsuit. “Um…. I’ll come hang out, but I’m not feeling up for swimming” You plainly stated, hoping he’d get the hint. “Oh okay! That time of the month huh?” He chuckled, “Okay ill text you the details!” and with that the phone beeped letting you know the call was over. At least he doesn’t suspect anything. You went to get the keys to your car while a ping signaled that Cameron sent his text. The lobby to the hotel was filled with laughing. The boys were so loud. You followed the sounds the door. As soon as you opened it you were greeted with the warm air and the smell of chlorine. “(Y/N)!” eight different boys yelled out. You let out a small wave and smile. You felt awkward now. None of them knew and it just felt different. Shawn’s eyes met yours. He did know. You called him crying and explained the whole ordeal. He was probably one of your closest friends besides (Y/F/N) of course.  Two warm, and wet arms wrapped around you and spun you in a circle. Then your eyes met the warm brown ones that you fell in love with. “I’ve missed you” Cameron bent down and gave you a sweet kiss, making your body feel numb and making your chest flutter. “I’ve missed you too” You smiled sweetly up at him. “Now c’mon join us!” He was slightly pulling you towards the pool. “Uh no, sorry” You chuckled, one you didn’t wear your swimsuit. Your outfit considered of huge sweatpants and a huge baggy sweatshirt. Two, the most obvious and main reason was you were carrying a child. “Nooo just put your feet in, please” he begged. Your eyes pleaded with Shawn’s to help some. “Cameron she’s not even dressed for it...” Shawn’s voice let out, he cleared his voice. Cameron looked at you once more and then at Shawn. His eyebrow raised slightly and his grin suddenly left his face. But just as quick as it arrived his grin was back and he shrugged. “Aright, but you’re coming out to eat with us later” He stated before turning and diving into the pool right between Nash and Jack G. You went over to a lounge chair and pulled your feet up comfortably. Your hand reached inside your pocket for the familiar phone. Then you played some games and checked social media to pass the time. Eventually a shadow came and blocked your lighting, the sound of water hitting the concrete loud. Your eyes finally pulled away from your phone and you lifted your eyebrows at whoever dared interrupt your screen time. Cameron’s signature smile met your face. “you look bored” He breathed out as he joined you on the lounge chairs, a hair running through his wet hair. “A little” you admitted. “Then tell me what’s new, I’ve been gone awhile and facetime is nice and all but nothing beats face to face conversations.” “Nothing I haven’t told you already” Your hand fidgeted with the hem of your sweatshirt again. Your eyes went back to the screen trying to distract yourself. “Really?” he chided. “Yep” “Why are you fidgeting then?” You couldn’t pin point the tone of his voice, it was concern but almost like he was implying something. You began to get more nervous. What if he found out? But as you finally looked over him that uneasy feeling went away. Instead the feeling of utter warmth filled its place. Cameron was undeniably hot. Water was trickling off his hair which was a shade laughter because of the sun and running down his body in streams. His chiseled abs were way more toned than the last time you saw them and left you with the thought that he’s been working out. His shorts were tight and defiantly left a lot of room for imagination in your head. Your eyes trailed back up to his face where of course his eyebrows were quirked up. He noticed you checking him out. He leaned over his chair and his mouth came centimeters away from your ear. You felt his hot breath breathe. “Why don’t we go out and enjoy ourselves, huh?” His voice tickled your ear and he drew out the word enjoy. You knew what he was hinting out. It was obvious but he would also notice the sudden change in your body if you did join him. “That’s okay” you moved your head away from him. He was about to open his mouth to interject but Nash suddenly came over interrupting whatever sentence was prepared to come out of Cameron’s mouth. “Hey guys, were all ready to go out now.” You lifted yourself out of your seat, thankful for the distraction. The boys were already toweling off in different places, Cameron looked at you and finally gave in. “Aright then let’s go then” He stated. You all stumbled out into the California air. The hot air entering your sweatshirt making you sweat a little. Crap. You didn’t think about the temperature. “Aren’t cha hot (Y/N)” One of the boys stated. You thought for a moment for a reply. “Nah I’m naturally a cold person” your grinned. Hopefully the joke will lead them off and wont allow any of them to overthink it. Cameron stared at you for a moment but looked away when you raised your eyebrows in question. Soon you were all filled at a table, fries and other assortments of foods settled between you all. You finally gave into the heat and lifted your sweatshirt. Your pudgy stomach giving away. No one said anything. “But then the girl...” Hayes started. “I couldn’t believe she threw them at me!” Jack Johnson interrupted. “And that one time with the tour bus” Shawn’s laughter filled the air. You couldn’t even concentrate on one person since there were several different conversations and stories getting out of someone’s mouth. When you looked across at Cameron he was staring at you. You stared back some fries just entering your mouth. “You might want to hold back on the fries, eh (Y/N), you’re getting a bit bigger” Cameron laughed. The whole table went silent. Your body tensed up and the hand that was holding your fries dropped down. Your mind went blank. “Well yeah id hope so saying I’m eating for two” You snapped. Then a wash of realization hit you. You. Just. Told. Cameron. You watched his face morph into sudden shock and confusion. You slowly got up, your chair scraping the floor as you rushed out. Your body was crying into a pillow at home. Tears streaming down your face. He hated you. He was going to break up with you. Your door creaked open as a small knock announced that the presence of someone was there. “Go away” Your voice, muffled by your pillow and rough from crying, let out. A sigh was released and your bed creaked under the weight of a new presence. You felt a warm hand rubbed your shoulder in a relaxing manner. “Why didn’t you tell me” a voice broke the silence. A voice that belonged to Cameron. A new wave of tears streamed down your face and you let out anther sob. His hand didn’t leave your shoulder and you felt him lean over you. “Hey, hey shh it okays, baby, why are you crying?” You could hear his concern. “Your ‘hic’ going to ‘hic’ break up with me” You sobbed out, his hand suddenly left your shoulder but moved to your cheek. “Look at me” but you didn’t budge, you looked horrible and there was no way you could bear to look at Cameron in this state. “(Y/N), look at me” He tried again, he didn’t sound angry, he was calm and his voice was soothing. You slowly moved your face from you pillow to turn and look at him. “I love you” he breathed out, “and that won’t ever change, ever. Why would I ever break up with you? Don’t you think id be excited for my new son or daughter??” He questioned. “No” You admitted, the tears weren’t falling down your cheeks as hard. His thumb wiped under your eyes. Only love and concern filled his eyes. “I love you when your sad, when your mad, when you threaten to end things, when you complain about the distance, when you have no make-up on, I love you to then end of the world and back, and ill love you when you’re carrying my child” His eyes didn’t leave your own for even a second. You felt his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. His hand moved your hair out of your face and he looked at you with such compassion. “Promise?” you croaked out. “Promise” He kissed your temple and pulled your body into his. “Well get through this” Your body finally relaxed and your tears finally dried. His soothing scent calmed you down as you buried your face in his shoulder. He rubbed your arm and you both sat there in silence. In happiness.

I'm still alive I swear!

Hey guys I know it seems like I've dropped off of the face of the earth. I just finished my first year of college. In order to focus on my studies I deleted my Tumblr app because it was taking over my attention. Now that I'm on summer break I should be able to get back on board with the imagines and ships. It might take a bit but it'll happen I swear. So yeah. I didn't die. Lol

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I’m at home from college and I just walked into my room in my parents house and my mom says “ You’re dad and I cleaned your room before you came.” I walk in and the dildo i bought in junior year was set on my pillow like if it was a fucking mint idk what to feel.

Crookedly in Love - Chapter Forty Nine | A Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction

Crookedly in Love | A Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction

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Chapter Forty Nine (LAST CHAPTER)

I stood at the airport, waiting for my boarding call. I pressed my lips together, as my heart fluttered.

My guitar was already stowed away in the private plane Selena arranged for me. I was heading to Los Angeles today to help her with the next album. And it was surreal.

I had to pinch myself every few minutes to make sure this was happening. That I wasn't just in another one of my dreams.

But, at the same time, a part of me didn't want this to be real. A part of me didn't want to be travelling across the country away from him. From my best friend. From my...boyfriend? My...everything.

My phone rang that minute. I jumped out of my thoughts and went to answer it.

"Hey, where are you?" I asked.

"I think I'm lost," Shawn said on the other line.

"I'm in the private lounge area," I said. "I put your name at the door."

"And that's by Starbucks?"

"No, by the steakhouse," I said, laughing. "Shawn! You got to hurry."

"I don't know where the steakhouse is. Can you come and find me?"

My eyebrows furrowed. "Come find you?"

I didn't understand what was happening. Couldn't he find a map around the airport? I just wanted to see him before I left, so I didn't bother arguing with him.

"Jules, please?" he said.

And that's when I knew he had something up his sleeve. I pushed open the door of the lounge out into the terminal. I looked around, not sure what to do or where to go.

Then I heard it. I heard the strumming of the acoustic guitar from around the corner. I furrowed my eyebrows, as my heartbeat picked up speed. I don't know why I was nervous. It was more like adrenaline pumping through me.

I turned the corner to see Shawn looking like a street busker. He had his plaid shirt on and dark jeans on, and he looked like any ordinary guy off the street. It reminded me of when we first met, and of all the years we spent just playing guitar in the park, in our houses, at school.

I felt tears sting my eyes before I even could tell what he was playing.

He looked up at me and his face lit up. People were crowded around him, some knowing who he was and others just curious.

"Hi everyone," Shawn said to the crowd. "Some of you may know me. I'm Shawn, and I like to play music."

Girls started to take out their phones to document this. They knew their videos were going to go viral.

"Ever since I was twelve, I've had my better half in my life. I've become a better musician, a better songwriter...a better person. She's been the guiding light in my life. And I know, I know I'm sounding super cheesy. But, I don't care."

He kept strumming his guitar in a rhythmic fashion.

"And, we've been writing songs together ever since we met. She's been there for all the major milestones in my life. She's always been there for me."

I watched him look at me with such adoration in his eyes, and my heart has never been so full.

"She's always thought about my happiness. And, despite the contradictory stories you've heard in the media, the truth is this: I never meant to, but I've been neglecting her happiness for a while. She's been my rock throughout this journey, and I've never been good enough for her."

I felt everyone's eyes on me, but I couldn't look at them. I could only look at him.

"Julia, I know I haven't been nearly enough for you. But I will spend every day trying to be. You are about to embark on a journey filled with success and the praise you deserve because you are more talented than anyone I know."

I started to walk closer to him.

"I love you. I love you more than you know or I can put into words," he continued. "And, I thought...I just want to sing with you one last time before you go."

I ran up to where he was, as people waited in anticipation to see what I would do. And I did what any old sappy romantic would do. I threw my arms around him and pressed my lips to his. I kissed him with a sweet intimacy.

People exploded into cheers. Even those who didn't know us. They were rooting for our love story. We had a love to root for.

"I'm going to come visit you all the time," he said.

"I love you so much," I mumbled.

He kissed me again.

"Want to sing 'Life of the Party' for old time's sake?" he whispered.

I nodded.

He started to strum the familiar notes, and I jumped into the first verse. Everything was so surreal to me. Our whole journey from friends to couple to stranger back to being us again. It was a tiring, exhilarating, once-in-a-lifetime, heartbreaking journey.

But it was our story.

We don't have to be ordinary Make your best mistakes 'Cause we don't have the time to be sorry

So baby be the life of the party

We were in love. Crookedly in love. And I wouldn't have it any other way.