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Unexpectedly/ Conor Maynard

Request: Conor imagine where the readers parents and grandparents surprise visit her after being away for a little and when they arrive they use their spare key to walk in and they see the reader and Conor being cute and are surprised because they hadn’t known about him?? Thank you!!! 


 “You look really handsome today.” You blurted out making Conor pause the movie as he laughed and looked at you.

“You think?” He asked, smiling you nodded.

“Mhm.” You scooted closer to him to hug him. “I love when your hair is all messy, makes you look cuter than normal.” You kissed his cheek.

Between all the compliments and kisses you were giving each other, you didn’t hear your front door open and the four pair feet hitting against the wooden floor of your apartment approaching you.

You hugged Conor and when you rested your head against his shoulder you finally saw them, looking right at you and your boyfriend snuggling on your couch with huge smiles on their faces.

“Oh, my god.” 

 “What’s wrong, babe?” Conor asked Confused before following your sight and seeing your parents and grandparents there. “Oh, well,” he said “I guess you should introduce us now.”

“Right.” You chuckled awkwardly as you stood up, taking his hand to walk closer to your family.

After introducing your parents and grandparents to your boyfriend, you all sat down on the living room, and when you looked at your dad’s look, you knew that the questions were next.

“So, what do you do, Conor?” He asked, catching Conor’s attention.

“I’m a singer, I upload covers to YouTube and drop singles every now and then.” He smiled.

“How long have you two been dating?” Your mum asked sweetly before your dad could ask anything else.

“Five months.” You smiled. “I would’ve introduced you before you left but we had been dating for only two months then, and I wanted to make sure he was worth it.” You teased, looking at Conor.

“And that’s all you do? I mean, do you have enough to live by with just that?” Your dad asked again.

“Dad, oh my god, can you-” Conor squeezed your hand and smiled at you when you looked at him.

“It’s okay, gorgeous.” He whispered. “I get paid a certain amount of money for the views my videos get, and up until now I’ve been doing really well, so money is nothing to worry about.” He said, the smile never leaving his face.

You were actually surprised at how calm he was, and also glad that he didn’t get nervous, when he did he talked way too fast and it was almost impossible to understand him.

“So, may I ask how your trip was?” He asked, making your grandma start talking about their three month trip around Europe.

“You are amazing.” You whispered against Conor’s cheek before giving him a kiss there.

“Thanks.” He smiled at you. “I know.” You chuckled and continued listening to your family talk.

Home is where the heart is... They said.

I left the Philippines 4 years and 5 months ago.

I was gone for more than 4 years.

It is a long time not to see your parents, the rest of your family and friends.

But when you really think about it, it isn’t that long.

When I planned my trip, I knew there were going to be some changes. But I wasn’t prepared how big those changes are.

Reality is, the Philippines didn’t wait for me to come back. Life didn’t hit the pause button. Everybody moved on.

In my heart, I was still the same person from more than four years ago.

So that trip last month, it was a mixture of happiness, disappointments, questions, fears and uncertainties. Instead of feeling rested and content, I left with emotional turmoil.

When I left more than four years ago, I thought it would be easy to come back. But I started a life. I’m slowly building a life here in Arizona.

It wasn’t easy to drop everything I started and return to the. Philippines. I had a choice, and I chose Arizona then. From what I can see, it is hard to change my choice now. I still can, but for the second time, i am choosing arizona.

I gotta be strong inside. I gotta be more flexible. I gotta be more realistic.

The Philippines will always be home. And now, Arizona is too.

Just think if reincarnation, as understood by most people, were true. There is this waiting room where everybody hangs out waiting for their next assignment. I can imagine the conversations. 

Josh says “Hey Bob, long time no see. What body did you get last time out?”. Bill replies “I was a Victoria Secrets photographer with a supermodel wife and a penthouse in Manhattan. How about you?” Josh replies with a blank expression “starving villager” (long pause) “again”.’

What if our souls are beings of pure consciousness who got bored with eternal bliss and constructed the Earth so they could use our bodies like amusement park rides.

anonymous asked:

GIRL!! I was on a date with a guy this past weekend and we have a history of fooling around with each other but never more than just making out and getting touchy so anyway back to the story we were talking about hidden talents right idk lol and he goes "well, I can do this thing, where um," and he chuckled and licked his lips, pausing and leaning in closer "I hold both your hands down and take your pants off with my mouth..." and BINCHT I BLUSHED SO MUCH THERE WAS A FANILY wITH KIDS RIGHT (1)

(2) NEXT TO US RIP ANYWAY SO I SAY “oh!!” BECSUE WTF DO U SAY TO THAT AT BRUCH? Like the THE FUCK DUDE OK. AND HE JUST STARTED LAUGHING AT HOW FLUSTERED I WAS LIKE IT WAS THE FUNNIEST THING I HATE HIM AND LIKE RAN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR INWAS GONNA FIGHT AND HE TOLD ME I WAS CUTE WHEB I WAS NERVOUS OMG anyway so he kinda like let it drop but the whole time after that my brain was on alert.
———-
Holy…..shit…… please tell me you let him do it to you

Oh my GOD

I was rewatching bits of episode 2 of YOI and purposefully paused at the moment where they show Yuuri’s profile.

And I noticed one thing. See that box under the pictures on the left-hand side?

This one. It says:

Goals for this year:

  • Winning the Grand Prix Final
  • Not crying during a competition

Yuuri set himself two goals and one of them was “not crying” PROTECT HIM.

Very small things I love in fallout 4

- whenever Cait hums happily
- whenever somebody calls Nick “Nicky”
- how Kent Connellys face lights up when you promise to help him.
- Hancock saying “you see em too!?” When you fire your gun at nothing.
- codsworth saying “ouch?” When he gets hit.
- when you first enter sanctuary and the music plays a few notes of “I don’t want to set the world on fire”
- when the protectron asks you to put on your hard hat, if you have one in your inventory and equip it, he says “thank you”.
- the pauses in the Silver Shroud quest, where your character is trying to think of what to say next.
- taking psychojet and going YEEEEEAHH in slow mo.
- the little grunts deathclaws make when they are docile (like momma deathclaw)
- the way a tame mutant hound sits like a big cuddly green dog
-Preston being overjoyed to ride in a vertibird
- the implication that Nick would really like to have wings
- Pipers hand movements when she talks
- there is more

guys I missed having canon victuuri feels and I am still rewatching the anime (probably will do until we get second season) and I just noticed something from the ending song

I am sorry if this has been done before but LOOK AT THIS

so we all know the ending song is instagram posts (and idk why I never thought about pausing to see what they have written under the pictures until now) 

so we have this one first and under it victor wrote this

Nakasu in Japan, where is that?

oh look it’s all the way in fukuoka! an hour drive away!

did he drive there alone? he couldn’t have gotten all the way there only to drink alone, take the train?

and trust me you wouldn’t want to take a train to another city alone when you have a Japanese friend to save you the trouble of getting lost 


so yeah why not take yuuri on date, that he doesn’t know is a date, yet 

(notice he is wearing the same shirt from the previous post) it’s already morning


oh time- 

flies so fast

when does time fly so fast? when you enjoy it and don’t want it to end

let’s take a look at how they look at each other again

and I can’t work out what yuuri is holding but I’d like to think its a stuffed poodle they won at an arcade or something

my mom watches her shows in the family room of our house where everyone is always hanging out and sometimes theres a (hetero) sex scene in whatever she’s watching and no matter how explicit or non explicit it is no one cares. its not a big deal. i mean its a little weird sometimes to just listen to really bad moaning for a solid minute but its not like she changes the channel or anything its just part of the show.

but me? i flinch when i’m watching two girls on my laptop and someone walks by or enters the room. not sex with two girls just. two girls. thats all. i pause the video and i wait for them to leave, my heart beating really fast. im not even in the closet. if the girls kiss i feel like i have to hide my screen and make sure no one saw i was watching that. 

i hate this more than anything

This is my new strategy for white people who ask "Do you work here?"

I can’t tell you how many nice (and not-so-nice) white women have walked up to me in a store to ask me where something is, how much something costs, or to otherwise find out information she should be getting from an employee who MUST BE ME because I am a brown person nearby on the salesfloor.  Nevermind whether I have on an overcoat, I’m wearing headphones, or I have a complete lack of nametag, apron, or company t-shirt, I still get asked all the time “Do you work here?”

Before, my standard response was to pause for just enough beats to make her uncomfortable and then say, “No I don’t.  What about me made you think I work here?  And please be specific.”  Face crack.  Every single time.

Thanks to a friend’s comment thread on the Internet, I have a new tactic.

Pretend you do work there!!  It’s brilliant.  Observe.

White Woman:  How much is this shirt?
Me:  The sign is right there.  Can you not read it?
White Woman:  I was just making sure to see if it was on sale.  No need to be rude.
Me: No need to be stupid.  The sign has the price.  The tag has the same price.  Therefore, that’s the price.  Why are you bothering me with this?
White Woman:  Well I never!  I need to speak to the manager!
Me:  Fine, so do I.  I don’t even like this store.
[we march to customer service]
White Woman:  I’d like you to fire this employee immediately.  He was SO RUDE and I’m going to take my business elsewhere unless he is fired right now!
Manager:  I don’t think –
White Woman:  [”I was told by Applecare” voice] YOU DON’T THINK!?  I’M CALLING CORPORATE!
Me:  And say what?  That a perfect stranger with no nametag, apron, company ID, or any other sign of being an employee was mean to you in a store?  Susan I don’t even work here.  I just felt like making you look like the ass you clearly are.  Have a nice day.

Like…I’m finna go shopping RIGHT NOW just to test it out.  I’ma put on my big obnoxious hipster headphones just so there’s no reason whatsoever someone would think I’d be on the clock, and I’ma casually walk through a store and just wait.  And I happen to be wearing black jeans and a black jacket, which is the unofficial NYC uniform of fast-fashion retail.  And H&M is like three blocks away too…

Hey I know we don’t talk anymore but I hope
you’re okay.


I know I left but there are days where I miss your presence, there are days where I wish I could just
message you and talk like we used to. There are
days where I spend my entire night thinking and
worrying about you. I wonder if you miss me too
or if you pause for a second in your day and think
about me. Do I ever cross your mind… and even if
I did it doesn’t even matter because we don’t talk anymore, maybe that really gets to me sometimes
because I wish we still did. The thing is I’m okay
without you, you are no longer an important part
of my life. I’m okay and I don’t shed a tear over
you, but there’s a part of me deep down that still
cares and that part brings me to my knees. I wish
things didn’t have to be this way, but I guess you
just have to let go of the things that are weighing
you down and bringing unnecessary stress in your
life. I pray for you, I pray that you’re okay as it’s the
only thing that’ll truly help, and maybe one day our
paths will cross again. Until then goodbye stranger
with some memories.

—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #23
Jenseternity / instagram
2

“Alright, Y/N can go in and-”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, if-” you paused looking at the boys.

They stared you, hanging on that one little word with their brows cocked up.

“If…?” Sam drawled out.

“If you promise to take me to the movies after this case.” You winced, knowing damn well they would rather do anything else than waste money on a movie.

Dean glanced at his brother, than back to you. “You’re seriously negotiating this, right now?”

You shrugged your shoulders and sighed. “Hey, I got to play with what I got. I saw a chance and I took it.”

“Um, w-what movie?” Sam asked, slightly amused.

Your lips stretched wide into a big smile. “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!” You squealed.

“What the hell is that?” Dean groaned, looking to his brother.

“It’s another Harry Potter movie just in a different era.” He whispered.

Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I swear, I’m surrounded by nerds.”

“So, is that a yes?” You asked.

“Yea, I-”

“No! I don’t want to waste my money on that bull shit!” Dean gawked.

“Dean, come on. It’s just one movie. It’s not going to kill you.” Sam chuckled. “Besides, I actually kind of want to see it.”

Your eyes lit up, and you were ecstatic. “Please dean!” You began to beg. “It won’t as fun without you.”

He looked at you and suddenly, he caved. As much as he didn’t care to go, he knew just how much it meant to you. And he hated letting you down.

“Alright fine.” He groaned. “But you’re buying the popcorn and candy.”

“Deal!” You smiled. “This is amazing! I have to get my wand and my hufflepuff scarf and-”

“Your what?” Dean raised a brow.

“It’s a house in hogwarts. There’s four of them, and looks like she was sorted into Hufflepuff.” Sam stated. “I got sorted into Ravenclaw.”

“Wow, can you guys get any geekier?” He snorted.

“Just you wait, Winchester. Soon you’ll be a fan girl yourself. Sucked into the fandom.” You winked.

Dean rolled his eyes, “yeah, okay.”

2

(Requested)

“Oh my god, that was the definition of awesome, that was fantastic! My heart can’t take this, Tom, it really can’t, and the part where-”

“So I’m guessing that you liked it?” your boyfriend grinned, pausing the Youtube clip. You put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm down your inner fangirl a little.

“Robert Downey Jr. was pure perfection,” you finished your rant, making Tom give  you a dead-panned look. “What?”

  • Omg so what if Harry got a snake instead of an owl (yes you've probably seen a post that starts like this, I promise this isn't it) and the snake spends a lot of time out of the common rooms and getting lost in the palace so one day it walks in on harry and Draco fighting and there's a long pause as the snake just winds its way up Harry's leg and Harry's like hay you where you been and the snakes like who's the boyfriend and they have a long and heated discussion about no we're not together and yes I wish we were now shut up he's right there and no he doesn't speak snake and Dracos just glancing back and forth like what. The. Fuck.

“Do you hate him?”

That was the question she got the most.

“Yes. Maybe,” she replied. She paused, she thought about it for a second. “Not really, no. Not at all.”

“You have the right to hate him, you know?”

Her expression was calm, almost peaceful. Like the loud noise of the ocean after a huge storm. She said: “oh, I know that very well. Maybe if I could it would make it easier on me, but I don’t, I can’t.”

He asked full of curiosity then, “why?”

“You see, when someone makes you so happy, to the point where you see yourself with that person for the rest of your life and no one else, how is it fair to hate him? How can you do that? He brought so much joy to my life, so much more than I could ever expect, and…” She just stopped talking.

He waited for her to continue but she didn’t, so he asked. “And what?”

“I’ve never been one to be ungrateful. You see, you can hurt me, destroy me, leave me, cut me out of your life, but the good things will always stay with me. The good times, what we’ve been through together, that is part of the package that we call life. It’s not fair to just throw that away and try to forget. It’s not about him, it’s about me.”

He understood. He just watched her quietly moving from the couch to the window, she was just staring at the sky.


“You love with everything you have inside you, I see what it means now: it doesn’t leave space for hate, and especially not for him,” he concluded. “You really did love him.”

She kept looking at the sky outside the window in a sunny day on that late summer. After what seemed like hours, she softly said: “I did. I really did.”

I do, she thought.
I really do.

She hoped that wherever he was and whatever he was doing in his life, in that exact moment, that thought reached him and his heart ached for what it seemed no apparent reason to him. She hoped he knew, somehow, somewhere.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #56
  • Me after the first five minutes of each of the four Gilmore Girls episodes: *pauses the show*
  • Me: IF YOU'RE OUT ON THE ROOOAAAD, FEELING LONELY AND SO COOLLDD, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CALL MY NAME AND I'LLLL BE THERE ON THE NEXT TRAIN! WHERE YOU LEADDDD, I WILL FOOLLLOOWWW, ANYWHERE, THAT YOU TELL ME TO, IF YOU NEEEDD, YOU NEED ME TO BE WITH YOU, I WILL FOOOLLLOOWW WHERE YOU LEEEAAAADDDD.
  • Me: *presses play*

@piierogi​ Realizing She Isn’t Making Any F***ing Sense Because She’s Been Awake So Long: A Verbal Memoir

“I just got a weird tickle in my throat. I think it was ghosts. I don’t like that Jasper can sense ghosts, they’re too–” [20 second pause] “What the f was I just talking about”

“I just had a daydream where you were being trolled by gamegrumps and there was a handpuppet nomming on your scalp and you’re like ‘why this’ “

“My wrist really itches, and my thumb, I wish it would stop. Have you considered this: stop. Just stop. #stopwristitch2k14 . Wait, no. Yes. Stop the itch two years ago.”

“Anywho here’s bupperball. Y’know, like, [to the final fantasy fanfare tune] BUP BUP BA BAA BUP BA BUP BUP BAAAAAA.”

Just A Little Bit More: A Feysand Mini Fic

A light weight on his shoulder and a short motion out of the corner of his eye is what silences the table.

The wine glass Mor holds pauses en route to her lips. Cassian’s booming laugh cuts off. And Azriel sets his utensils down from where he’d been picking apart the meat with a faint clinking on his plate. Amren alone remains quiet, smirking over her glass of Rhys doesn’t want to know what, the only one who seemed to anticipate this moment.

Rhys looks to his left and finds Feyre with her head on his shoulder and she’s…

Asleep.

His entire body goes still in that moment, his heart the only thing bursting with life inside of him. Feyre’s only been in the Night Court for maybe a month and sleep has been hard to come by. But she’s sleeping now. Next to him. On him. And she seems oddly peaceful about it in a way he’s never seen her before.

He remembers the nightmares. He remembers all of them. But none of the terrors that flashed through him in a flurry of panic and sweat for three months after he came home from that mountain compared to the one he had to wake her up from himself. How Feyre had thrashed on the bed, talons ripping the sheets, the anxiety on her face when she’d finally gotten a hold of herself and had to fly to the bathroom before it all came screaming up her throat.

The blood. The tears. The pain. Miles and miles of pain choking the life out of her and all Rhys could do was sit and watch it unfold, hoping she wouldn’t stop him from rubbing circles on her back until it was over. He’d tucked her in that night, stayed a while. Didn’t leave her side until he was sure she was okay again.

He wonders if this will be one of those times, except…

Keeping his entire body rigidly still, Rhys moves only his eyes and catches Morrigan staring at Feyre. She glances at Rhys and a soft reassuring smile blooms on her face. “You were saying? About Cassian’s last trip to Adriata?”

And that’s that. That’s all she says. And Rhys goes on telling the story that only moments ago had Cassian in stitches about his own antics and Azriel quietly shaking his head.

And the entire time, Rhys sees Morrigan, the cousin who knows every secret he has carried for weeks now, staring at him. Staring at Feyre. Staring and smiling. Because they both know that Feyre can barely fall asleep in her own bed, much less in front of their inner circle. Because they know this means something. Because they know this is the beginning.

Because they know that maybe Feyre had been about to smile too before she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on her mate without knowing it.

And Rhys feels this little seed of hope inside him crack, a tiny sprout peaking out to see some sunlight.

The rest of dinner is pleasant. Feyre doesn’t move once. When Rhys scoops her up to lay her on the sofa so he can go over updated plans for the mortal realms with Azriel on the balcony, she remains ever tranquil. Cassian begins piecing out dessert on the table and Mor digs in before she has even finished plating it in front of her. Amren shakes her head but doesn’t say anything.

Dessert is nearly finished when Cassian cuts off telling his version of visiting Adriata, the table going eerily quiet again. Rhys freezes because he just knows. He felt Feyre even before Morrigan put her hand on him and whispered, “Rhys.”

Feyre twitches on the sofa uncomfortably. Rhys can see her eyes rolling back and forth rapidly beneath her closed lids. Her hands curl into fists and constrict around her chest. Sweat begins to pull across her brow.

He’s up in a heartbeat.

“Feyre,” he says kneeling next to her and his voice is more a sob than a plea. “Feyre, wake up.”

Rhys shakes her. Shakes her until she groans and wakes up, sitting bolt upright, the hands just on the verge of letting those razor sharp talons inch out of her digging into his shoulders as she grabs him. He doesn’t even feel the pain.

“A dream,” he tells her. “It was just a dream.”

She’s breathing deeply. Her eyes flit to the table where Rhys’s friends - her friends now - are watching and quickly flit back to find Rhys’s eyes. They’ve never seen her in such a state of panic. And it terrifies Rhys how she’ll feel about that.

Suddenly, Feyre sucks her lips in and he knows she’s holding it all in. He starts breathing with her, deeply and loud enough for Feyre to hear. She mimics him.

“In,” Rhys says. “Out. In. Out.”

She shakes her head, more at herself than him, and he hears the words past her broken mental barriers.

I’m not going to throw up. I’m not going to throw up. I’m fine. I’m okay. This is okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. This is real.

When she murmurs ‘this,’ her talons release on Rhys’s shoulder, but her fingers left in their place give a little tug on his tunic and Rhys instinctively leans forward. He doesn’t move nor stop his labored breathing for her until she slows down, until her lips release, and her grip slackens.

But she’s tired. He can see how utterly exhausted she is despite sleeping all through dinner. A thousand years of sleep might not be enough to erase the kind of fatigue he and Feyre both suffer from.

Feyre looks at him, the blue-grey of her eyes more grey tonight than blue.

She had been so peaceful, he thinks.

Can you take me back? She asks him through the bond. She doesn’t even have to ask him to lower his shields for her to come through. Pl-

Rhys has her in his arms before the word is even finished in their heads. He will never make her beg him for anything. And then without another word or so much as a look at anyone else, they’re soaring off the balcony into a smooth flight through the night wind.

Rhys tells Feyre to look up at the stars, but it makes no difference. She’s asleep again long before they reach the townhouse.

xx