we were so innocent

lenahluthor  asked:

hi, i'm @sapphicships and you recently reblogged an edit i made of feyre and mor. since in the tags u thought it was a "friendship" (despite my blog being for f/f pairings and the post exclusively saying "f/f pairing"), i'd like to say, i definitely did not make that edit and ship name for them to be platonic buddies. it'd be fine, but i then saw that u ship moriel, and please never interact with my blog again. that is disgusting—mor is a lesbian and thinks of azriel AS FAMILY. thank you.

Wow I’m really sorry! I honestly didn’t notice it was a f/f post. My tag was just an innocent mistake and I honestly didn’t mean any offense.

Every morning and for one moment only the room turns brilliant and fills with your brightness. It used to be so easy to watch you drape yourself across the bed dramatically, wet hair and after-shave and so far already from what we once were. One innocent kiss and I could taste the storm in you and knew- of ruin and your own undoing and how destruction would follow and be inevitable.
—  Diana Perry
We were so young when we thought we knew how to love.
We were so innocent when we thought together we could do anything.
We were so young when we first kissed.
We both knew this wouldn’t work out.
But we were so young that we tried.
But it’s hard when you’re young.
—  I. A.
|| incompetence ||

this is the first time I’ve ever written something for bradley baker from {{edge of winter}}. Admittedly, the movie’s not perfect, but I still enjoyed it.

this story contains spoilers for the movie, just in case you haven’t watched {{edge of winter}} and want to avoid spoilers.

warnings: mentions of abuse

**don’t repost this story.**

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We lit a flame in our bodies: I’m sure you can hear it well enough to drive you mad… It’s telling us to, “live”!

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I tried to keep you close to me, I really did.

When we first met you were so sweet, you had the most innocent eyes I instantly fell in love with. We texted all night, you had the best personality, possibly out of everyone I knew. You asked me out to a date, of course I said yes. When I saw you, you just stood there smiling, god you looked so handsome. Everything about you was perfect, that night you held me and I felt as if you were scared to let go. I told you everything and pretty soon months and months passed. Things started to change. It went from ‘I love you’ to 'I miss you’. We could’ve texted for hours without an end then it started being days without a text or call from you. I saw you today, with a new girl. I hope you treat her good, without an end.

do you ever just think about how HARD the first ep of got went…when we all watched it we were so innocent…just expecting some cool medieval swords and shit and then BAM DRAGONS INCEST ATTEMPTED CHILD MURDER

Robb Stark - It Wasn’t Me!

Words count: 1105

Warning: none

REQUESTED: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE I’VE BEEN SO SICK THIS LAST WEEK, BUT I’M GETTING BATTER NOW AND ALL WHO REQUESTED I’M WORKING ON YOUR REQUESTS.

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS.

Requested by Anonymous 

11,16,17 with robbb pretttyy pllsss

11- “Spit it out!”

16- “Don’t blame me, I did nothing.”

17- “Are you serious?”


You’re the future lady of Winterfell. You and Robb are betrothed, thankfully you two knew each other before you knew about the betrothal and liked each other. You both wouldn’t admit that you liked each other though. But the betrothal gave you two the necessary push to confess your feelings. You and Robb’s siblings got along very well, you spent more time with the Arya and Bran. They both looked up to you, as you have a strong personality and not afraid to say what’s on your mind and don’t take shit from no one.

So one day while Robb and his parents were visiting the village nearby. You, Araya and Bran decided to play a game of hide and go seek. It was your turn to seek, finding those two wasn’t easy they took the gamer seriously and hid in places hard to find, and Bran would climb anything to hide. You were searching the castle unable to find those two.

“Arya! Bran! Come out, come out wherever you are.” You shouted giggling as some servants, pointed to the Robbs room. You walked to his room and opened the door to his room. “Are you two here?”

“NOW BRAN.” Suddenly those tow came out of their hiding and pushed you in the middle of the room, and held rope in their hands and tried to tie you. “You’re our prisoner now!”

“Never!” You shouted and tried to push the two Starks off you. You fell on the floor and the two Starks on top of you.

“Arya quick help me.” Bran yelled to his sister trying to tie your hands. You moved around trying to make it as hard for them as you could. Arya fell on Robbs bed and took his pillow to hit you when something fell on the ground. You all froze and Bran got off you.

“What’s that?” You asked and moved to take the leather bag from the floor. When Arya jumped to catch it before you. “Arya!”

You both moved to get it but Bran got it before you two and held it away from you.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” Bran said quickly.

“Clearly it’s not nothing.” You said and held your hand out for him to give it to you. “Show it to me.”

“(y/n) it’s nothing, come on let’s go.” Arya said, you nodded but then got the bag from Bran when he wasn’t expecting it and a necklace fell from it, it had the stark sigil and a few now charms around it. It was made out of white gold and each snow flake had a diamond in the middle of it.

“Robb will kill us.” Arya groaned, you couldn’t take your eyes of the necklace. “Let’s go before he comes back, he and father and mother should be here anytime now.”

“(y/n) put it back.” Bran said and you nodded and did as he said.

“Arya put it where you found it.” You gave the bag to Arya and quickly. You and Bran arranged everything to the way it was before you came in the room.

Just as you all were done, the door opened and in walked the one person you didn’t want to find you here.

“Robb! What are you doing here?” Arya asked smiling. You shook your head and shared a look with Bran that said ‘we’re screwed.’

“This is my room.” Robb said confused, he looked suspicious of us.

“Don’t blame me, I did nothing.” You shouted, they all looked at you as if you’re crazy. “What?!”

“Bran, Arya can you give us a moment?” Robb asked his younger siblings.

“Arya, Bran don’t leave me with the direwolf.” You said faking scared.

“Sorry (y/n) you’re on your own.” Bran said and Arya smirked as they left.

“Now (y/n) spit it out.” Robb said once you were alone in the room.

“Spit what out?” You asked him playing dump.

“What were you, Arya and Bran doing in my room?” Robb asked amused, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“We were playing hide and go seek.” You said innocently.

“So why do you look guilty?”

“I do not.”

“Just say the truth.”

“… I may or may not saw a necklace that I shouldn’t have seen.” You told him looking at the ground.

“You should have seen it on out wedding day.” Robb said and took the necklace from under his pillow.

“Honestly Robb this is the worst place to hiding place ever.” You told him.

“I know but I was rushing this morning.” Robb told you and held the necklace in front of you. “Turn around.”

You did as Robb asked and turned around, you felt Robb’s hand touch your neck as he moved your hair to the side, it sent shivers down your spine. The clasped the necklace around your neck the cold metal making you shudder for a second.

“It’s a family heirloom it belonged to my mother, and my grandmother and her grandmother all the way to the first Stark.” Robb told you as he moved you to look at yourself in the mirror. But you were looking at him and not the beautiful metal work around your neck. “You’re supposed to have it on our wedding day three weeks from now, but if you hadn’t of seen it I would have been surprised.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, just don’t tell my mother, she wanted you to be surprised.” You smiled at him and nodded. You turned around to face Robb, your eyes met.

“I cannot wait for us to get married.” You told him smiling lightly.

“Neither can I.” Robb said and he captured your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss as your lips moved in sync. Your eyes closed and your hands on his chest while his around your waist holding you close. You pulled back for air after a while and took a second to open your eyes. The first thing you saw was Robb’s bright blue eyes.

“You have to give it back to me.” Robb said, you looked him eyes wide mouth open.

“Are you serious?” You asked him already attached to it.

“Sorry (y/n), its tradition.”

“Fine.” You said and gave it back to him.

“Now let’s go, father and mother want to talk to us about the wedding.” You two left the room after Robb put the necklace under the pillow to talk to his parents about the preparation to the wedding. You walked hand in hand smiling. You winked at Arya and Bran as you passed them. The laughed glad that Robb didn’t get them in trouble.

bethyl fans in the summer of 2014: this is so exciting there’s so much to look forward to, can’t wait til daryl finds beth!!

bethyl fans now:

Originally posted by 6nose6bleed6

You know, we were all so innocent. Here we all were, writing about the kids Waverly and Nicole are gonna have, and writing about how great or how funny of an aunt Wynonna is gonna be. In reality we were really just wasting time not writing about single mom!Wynonna and auntie!Waverly and Nicole

Dinner and a Dare.

Summary: After ten years, your long-lost love surprises you with an old memory.

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr x Reader.

Word Count: 765.

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: Requested by @mutantsandproud


1976

“Tell me why I should take you back, and it can’t be because you love me,” you sniffled.
It had been so long since you’ve seen him, Erik. It had been a decade but it felt like light-years. He was trembling himself, overrun by feelings of grief, sadness, anxiety and love.
“I don’t just love you,” he whimpered, “you give me warmth and you make want to be better than I’ve been. I was so much better when I was with you…I was good. We were so innocent, like a couple of teenagers. It was like a fantasy that never ended, it hasn’t ended for me. It’s still in me, in my heart. But you’re too good for me and I don’t expect you stay, let alone come back to me.”

You threw yourself onto him and you cried into the crook of his neck. He held you, encasing you with his scent of life.
“I’ve missed you so much, darling.”
“I’ve missed you too,” he stuttered, digging his face into your shoulder.
You sat there and cried into each other’s arms. The tears, after a time, turned into laughter and the smile on your face infected his.
“Let me make it up to you, after all these years,” he said.
“I’m deserving of it, I think,” you chuckled.
Erik’s face turned cold, hurt by your comment.
“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.”
Erik began laughing, “I got you,” poking your nose.
“You’re a dick.”
“Some things never change.”
“So,” you leaned in, “how are you going to make it up to me?”
“Dress nice, and I’ll pick you up at eight.”
He kissed you on the forehead and took you home.


Waiting in your nicest little black dress, Erik was ten minutes late. You tapped your foot on the hardwood floor of your living room, reading a book to pass the time and suppress the anxiety. Then a knock on the door rang throughout the house. Rather than jumping up, you tried to stay composed, taking your time walking to the door. But when you opened the door and saw him in his navy suit and dark gray tie, you fell apart.
“Shall we?”
Smiling like a child with a new toy you replied. “we shall.”
You took his arm, being guided to a black ’67 Thunderbird you told yourself not to squirm. The gentleman that he is, Erik opened the passenger door and held your hand as you stepped. The car ride was relatively quiet. You were nervous and he was nervous. He glanced at you a few times until he could finally speak.
“I’m sorry I was late. The road I used to take to your place was closed.”
“That’s okay. If I had remembered I would’ve told you.”
“I understand,” he said.

The car was then put into park. Looking out the window your eyes gleamed at an old Italian restaurant, the one you two always went to. Helping you out and offering his arm again, your long-lost love took you inside. Nothing had changed: the candle light, the furniture, the people, the smell. Erik could feel your excitement radiating through you and he kissed you on the cheek in gratitude.
“Do have a reservation?”
You were too distracted to notice the hostess.
“Lehnsherr,” Erik replied.
“Right this way.”
In awe of the place you haven’t seen in ten years you almost screamed when you saw the table. It was your favorite table, looking out onto the pond and willow trees just outside. A young waiter came up and poured water into the glasses. Snapping out of your dream world you smiled and said wine would be wonderful.

“White, red or rose?”
“Red,” Erik decreed, “surprise us.”
The waiter nodded and left. Erik turned you and shuffled some in his seat.
“You look lovely,” he smirked as his eyes glided the neckline of your dress.
“You look pretty good in a suit, I must say.
Erik took your hands into his and deeply sighed. He rubbed his thumb on your left hand and shook his head, smiling.
“I love you.”
You looked at him, taken back as your breath hitched to the sentence. Erik’s eyes widened and began to apologize for the sudden confession.
“I love you too, Erik.”
His stammering halted. He was glowing, beaming, like he used to. He really was more innocent with you, more warm and light-hearted. Feeling confident, Erik adjusted himself again.
“I wish I could get on my knee and ask you to marry me.”
“Then do it,” you said, “I dare you.”

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Private Island, San Myshuno, December 2016

Niara: My God, Allison. I can’t believe he HIT you. Look at your face!

Allison: It’s so surreal, Nia. I know it was wrong. He knows it was wrong. But I feel like the typical abused wife in defending him. And I feel so disoriented. So lost.

Niara: You’re not lost. You’ll be just FINE without Nico Holmes. Allison, don’t you remember how he used to stalk you back in Newcrest Uni? Follow you everywhere, show up at any club or event you were in? It was pathetic.

Allison smiles: It was cute. But now looking back, it was also so needy. He’d left his siblings behind, only saw them on the weekends. It was like I replaced them in a way. He couldn’t take care of them anymore, so then he started taking care of me.

Niara: You’re making it more romantic than it was, Allie. Nico was territorial and possessive and so ‘hood. He still is underneath those Italian suits. Girl, anytime I hear him speak with that stupid accent I cringe. 

Allison sighs: We were so innocent back then, Nia. Thank you for taking me in and giving me a change of clothes and letting me nap for so long. I like this. Eating Chinese food and drinking beer and watching the sunrise. It reminds me of when we were girls in college. Life was so easy.

Niara: It really was. And I’m glad you’re here. I know Jarrod will be okay with it too.

Allison frowns: Are you sure?

anonymous asked:

Anon here as no tumblr. Found you thru your awesome family lore stories, eagerly awaiting the book. Re: the naming of dogs. When I was a kid, we lobbied HARD for the new puppy's name to be Bloody Hell. We're British, and my mother is a fearfully sensible and proper sort; so we were innocently amused at the vision of her standing in the park and shouting "Bloody Hell, come here!" Alas, this was not allowed. So we called the dog Kitty. It wasn't a swear word, we argued.... :)

THIS IS DELIGHTFUL.  And even if you can’t be profane, confusing the crap out of you neighbors is a good second.  Someone else is planning on naming their dog “Squirrel”, which is also great.

you and me (the lucky ones this time) - oneshot

Summary: In which Jughead and Betty are just as in love as young adults as they were when they were teens. (bughead, fluff)

author’s note: I was listening to Lana Del Rey’s American and an hour later I had written this baby. Fair warning, it’s incredibly fluffy and cliche. enjoy xo!

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