#ofxinnocence

[amomentxofhappiness]

@ofxinnocencewrites for ayla?

"The way I see it, you have two choices now: you can seat with me and share a meal or you can go away and pretend you didn't see me here," here being his family's little restaurant, extremely away from his usual manhattan setting. Not many at the office knew where he came from and wanted it to keep it that way.

"If you stay, you'll get the best things on the menu on the house. If you leave, I'll have to follow you and make sure you don't sell me out," he was being playful and smiling but there was some truth to his words.

[kepamount]

So me scrolling through your blog to find the last chapter of blue moon made me realise its time to ask if I can be tagged in the updates!? Could you ask me to the taglist? 🤗

ofc beautiful, I’ll add you rn!! <333

[kiissme]

          He wasn’t quite sure what the dinner was for, exactly. Some achievement or other, but from his family? The other’s? All he was told was to make it by 7pm, which he managed not to do, a staggering thirty minutes late and foregoing the front entrance for the back way and through the kitchens. Richard Livingston was not a man that took the obvious route in most things, he certainly didn’t do so now. In a pressed suit, handkerchief in front pocket and soft, shiny leather shoes led to each confident step through the bustling kitchen, all while managing to sneak an appetizer into his mouth — they’d hardly notice it, after all, eating it with a content sigh. Making it toward the entryway for the floor of the restaurant, he took a deep breath, bracing himself with the boredom of his smiles and forced pleasantries. There would be one highlight out of the dreary, though. And as he walked toward their table, blue eyes became warm at the sight of her sat next to an empty chair, surrounded by both of their families, looking very intense and bothered. That small little fact shouldn’t have brought out such a wolfish smile — but it did. Reaching into his suit pocket, he pulled out long jewelry box, before going toward Maggie, not stopping to greet the others before he tilted her chin to deliver a deep, searing kiss upon the lips he’s grown so found of tasting. He restrained himself in not slipping his tongue into her mouth — that would be for when they were alone. Or if he grew annoyed with his family, he wasn’t quite sure yet. Sitting down after the kiss came to an end, he took in a deep breath. “Forgive me,” he said, placing the box within her hands. “I passed by that lovely shop on the way, Martinelli’s or something of that sort, saw this necklace and thought it deserved to be around your neck and no one else’s.” Turning his gaze toward the others, he smiled, “So I bought it. Took longer than anticipated and the traffic was so dreadful,” he chuckled, leaning back in his seat, a hand resting at her thigh as he rose a brow to the others, “Did I miss anything?”

did i miss anything, @ofxinnocence​? for maggie with richard

[felixculpxx]

“You know you could still get out of this if you wanted to,” Rose turned in the car to look over at Noah. For some reason she’d let her agent convince her that bringing Noah to an industry party would be a good idea. “It’s just going to be a lot of very fancy people trying to one up each other, a lot of egos being thrown around,” Her hand slid over to hold his. “You could just stay in the car when I get out and the driver can take you home. I wouldn’t judge at all. I promise.” Part of her nerves came from the fact that Rose knew she easily slipped into all of it too. Her humour was sharp and she had no tolerance for a lot of the people there, which meant there was the occasional bitchy comment or two from her. So, what would happen if Noah saw her as a bitch? | @ofxinnocence​

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@ofxinnocence​ that thing i owed you!

      Mike had been working at the pub for a few months now. He had managed to get enough cash in between his salary and tips to pay his part of the rent without asking his friends for a loan and he was feeling particularly proud of himself that day--proud and happy, which translated in flirtier than usual. 

     When a beautiful brunette sat at the table he gave her his most charming smile “Hey there. What would you like to drink tonight?”

[diamcndhearts]

The breakup had been hard, especially when he’d been so sure they would spend the rest of their lives together, so much so that they’d talked about kids and even gotten a surrogate when they’d found out that his girlfriend wasn’t able to get pregnant. Perhaps it hadn’t helped that their surrogate ended up being Adam’s best friend, whom his (now ex) girlfriend had always been a bit cold to. 

Even after his girlfriend walked out on them, Adam made sure to turn his attention and energy into keeping his pregnant friend calm, happy, and healthy. After all, she was pregnant with his kid. It was easy to get over a break up when he had someone else to be around. As close as they already were, the whole situation helped them to get even closer.

Adam didn’t even mind being woken up at midnight because of her cravings. Luckily, he was able to obtain the cupcakes of her craving despite the time, holding the container with six of the cupcakes as he stepped back into his apartment. “Cupcakes for two.” He announced, smiling as soon as he saw her.

@ofxinnocence​ (plot)

[fervour-a]

for @ofxinnocence​.

based on: what we plotted ! 

open to: ayla polat.

since the family had lost their matriarch, there had been an unspoken misery that had plagued them all. their father -- who’d once been a rather loving man -- changed entirely. the distance between him and his children, as well as the expectations he harbored for them mounting, placing burden on all of their shoulders -- but korey’s specifically. being the oldest, that meant that it was his duty  ( and supposed honor )  to assume his father’s role one day. and whilst he was going to oblige, that’s not to say he is convinced the rules are entirely necessary or just. his mother, whom had been filled to the very brim with affection; overflowing with love, had always assured him that he could marry for love, but that certainty no longer applied. it’s not something he’d allowed himself to think about. not until he met ayla, and he learnt the meaning of adoration, and he had no choice to. it slowly becoming all he thought about. collecting a drink for himself and for her, he saunters over, a smile painted upon his expression, gaze transfixed as he holds it out to her. "here you go,” the blond speaks as casually as he can muster; not wanting to inadvertently hold a sign up over their heads, open them up to scrutiny -- wanting the exact opposite for as long as he could help it. for a while, korey had exchanged his grief for recklessness in the form of partying and drinking -- but he was getting past that phase now  ( not that the tabloids would have one think so. )  however, he almost wished he hadn’t -- overwhelmed by nerves as he stands in front of her, the one woman he wanted, but wasn’t allowed to have. after a moment of contemplation, of fighting with himself and his wants and his duty, a simple request escapes his lips, with a softness...for her ears only. “i trust you are having a pleasant evening, ms. polat. perhaps you would like to get some air with me?”

[ofginjxints]

send me a number from 1 to 100 and i’ll write a starter based off of the song on my spotify wrapped playlist. ✨

daniel || 3 || i loved you first - joan

@ofxinnocence​

It was a last minute invitation. Layla, the woman he had been seeing for about two months, said her friend had dropped out last minute and she had a plus one spare. He wasn’t about to turn down a night of free food and drinks and so he found himself in his best suit, arriving at the reception and looking around for her just as champagne was being passed around. He took a flute and messaged her on his phone before exploring the grandiose building, seeking out the only person he knew. That was, until he saw a vision in white round the corner. It was quiet there below the stairs and you could almost hear a pin drop as he made eye contact with his first real girlfriend back when he was in his twenties. After what was too unnatural a silence, he broke it first, “Uh, congratulations.”