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theladyofdeath · 2 years

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Rowan wakes up to Aelin screaming like she’s being murdered and grabs a bat by the side of their bed, running to where he heard her, but she actually just snuck out of bed to watch a scary movie.

A/N: As soon as I read this prompt, I could literally picture the entire fiasco in my head. Happy Spooky Season! T/W: Language

Rowan shot up in bed as Aelin's scream rang through the house. He was on his feet before the house had gone quiet again, and although his mind was wide awake his body wasn't quite there yet. He swayed on his feet as he took a step and reached for the old wooden bat that sat near their bed.

It had been signed by one of his favorite baseball players when he was young and he had never gotten rid of it. He didn't realize that the first time he would use it in years would be so bash someone's head in.

Somewhere between his run from the bedroom to the living room, which included the winding flight of stairs, Rowan's feet finally began working like they should. Alarm hit him at last, the realization of what he was running towards causing a panic deep within his gut.

"Aelin!" he called, but there was no answer.

He ran faster.

Just as he was rounding the corner to the living room, he lifted the bat with both hands, ready to strike.

Only for it to fall right back down.

On the couch, Aelin was curled up with a blanket and her laptop. Her earbuds were in as she stared at the screen in anticipation, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.

"Fuck," he breathed, pinching his brow. Just noticing he was standing there, Aelin jumped and screamed again. Rowan flipped on the lights as she yanked out her earbuds.

"You scared me!" she hissed, pausing her movie.

"I scared you?" he asked, throwing the bat on the ground. "You screamed bloody murder! I thought someone was in here, kidnapping you!"

Aelin's eyes softened as she stretched out her legs. "Rowan Whitethorn, were you coming to save me?"

He snorted, walking to the couch and plopping down beside her. "Debatable, considering you woke me up from a hell of a dream."

"Oh?" she asked, draping those legs across his lap. "Was I in that dream?"

"You're in every dream," he promised with a yawn.

Aelin's eyes narrowed as the softest shade of pink tinted her cheeks. "Shut up and lay down with me. I've got forty minutes left."

After disconnecting her earbuds from her laptop, she sat it on the coffee table and pressed play. Rowan got back up to turn off the lights before he settled in behind Aelin under her blanket, his arms going around her.

He hated scary movies and was asleep within two minutes.

It didn't matter, though. All that mattered was that Aelin was safe and sound, back in his arms as he drifted away to the sound of Halloween playing in the background.

#rowaelin #drabble #oneshot #o/s #tog #throne of glass #rowan #aelin #modern au #halloween drabble #fallish drabble #autumn drabble #fanfic #fanfiction #sjm #tara answers prompts

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ticklygiggles · 3 years

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Pass the happy! 🌻 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! (no pressure)

Hi hi hi! Thank you so much! These took me more than I wanted, but here they are~:

1. Reading

I love, love, looove reading! Books, manga, manwha, fanfics, everythiiiing 😭💕 it's always fun and it's something I do so often! Fun fact, I actually disliked to read when I was young 😅 my mom had to force me to read for like 10 minutes every day. She created a monster, HAHA.

2. Travelling/meeting new places

I really, really want to meet new countries. My biggest travelling so far was to Chicago and I was over the moon during those days, getting to see new places and trying new and fun things, aaaa, it's amazing! (Also trying new foooood skskf I love food)

3. Writing~

I think I don't mention much how much I love writing too often, but I really do! I love the feeling of accomplishment when I finish a fic and I feel so excited when I see you guys interacting with my content and I love to read your tags and comments, aaaa 😍 makes me feel so so good! I don't really see myself as a book writer or anything, I just enjoy writing fics and drabbles. They really make me happy (even though I'm super slow at writing xD)

4. Fallish weather(?

Aaaaa I personally love summer, it's my favorite season, BUT there's this certain weather, right when summer is ending and Autumn is starting and it's a little chilly, but it's still a little hot so you still have to wear shorts/tanktops. Idk if I'm making sense but that weather, omg I don't know why it makes me feel on top of the world. It's so, so good!

5. Making edits and gifs 😍

Honestly, I don't do it much but damn I loooove working on that! I love making icons for my blogs and making gifs of my favorite characters and/or favorite scenes in animes.

I think this is worth mentioning since it's a liiittle related to this: I actually started a digital anime journal 💕 I've only done like one entry, but I'm still very excited to work on that!

#happyandticklish #answered

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abovethesmokestacks · 4 years

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Pia, can I request pretty please for moodboard-tober my favorite Avenger Steve, and for the Halloween/fallish theme that’s hopefully not too vague, outdoor candlelight? Thank you to you and Beka both 💙

Moodboard-tober 8

Last fall had watched on as you and Steve moved into the dilapidated Victorian on the coast of Massachusetts. But this fall smiled down as you were able to celebrate the season in your freshly renovated home, and at your and Steve’s own hands for that matter. As soon as the leaves amongst the trees started to change color, a robust peace settled in your heart that after nearly a year of working on this home and Steve’s official retirement from the superhero business, you would be able to enjoy this new season with the man you loved.

The pick-up truck you and Steve shared was laden with groceries as you pulled down the gravel driveway on your property. Catching your eye before you’d parked the vehicle was a trail of votive candles lining the paved path to your front door. Temporarily abandoning your groceries, you follow the path to discover the candles don’t lead up the front porch steps, but wind around the side of the house to the patio at the back of the house.

And the end of this trail?

Steve stoking a fire in the mini pit at the edge of your patio. Swathed in the cardigan he would forever claim you forced him into (even though he was the one who wore it so often holes were beginning to warp the seams), you couldn’t imagine a prettier sight.

As you call in greeting, he startles, head whipping around to you. “You’re early, I wanted to have this all ready before you got here.” He stands to his full height and offers his hands to either side of him, showcasing the bundle of blankets and snacks he’d drug out of the house. “We deserve a little escape after our hard work, right?”

“Doesn’t an escape usually entail running away?” Coy steps forward carrying you to be chest to chest with your partner in crime, your neck cranes to stare up at him.

Mischief twinkles in those depths of blue. “I believe it was you last night under the covers that swore she never wanted to leave this place again, let alone-” You playfully hold a finger over his lips to put a stop to the rest of the sordid story.

“I wasn’t complaining, love.”

Goosebumps erupt over your skin as a chilly breeze passes over you; as if he’d noticed immediately, Steve pulls your blanket up to your chin, pulling your back flush against his chest. Cocooned in the warmth of your blanket nest, your partner, and the crackling fire, there were fewer things in the world that could bring you as much peace in this moment.

As your eyes grow heavy, shadows dance in rhythm with the fire. If you looked too closely beyond the reach of firelight, your mind - and your active imagination - could play tricks on how alone the two of you really were out here in the countryside.

But this night was for wistfulness. Maybe tomorrow night could be for chilling revelations.

moodboard by abovethesmokestacks

drabble by @hispeculiartreasure

| want to request a moodboard and drabble? |

#moodboard-tober #Steve x reader #blue-like-barnes

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seriouslyspoiled · 7 years

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Fallish Updates!!!

After two AMAZING concerts!!!! here are some of my favorite current stories!!! ENJOY!!!!!

-Pink Skies by @americanowrites

-Where we land by @giantbandgeeks

-Queen of Peace by @giantbandgeeks

-An empire for two by @giantbandgeeks

-Bob & Weave (Journeyman drabbles) by @littlebird006

-Higher Feeling by @aceofstyles

-Not a bad thing by @booksncoffee

-Do not go gentle by @abejas-fic

-Someday Someday by @beautifulletdownfics

-From here on Out by @cuddlemusclestyles

-The Adoption by @wdmsusie

- How you get the boy by @booksncoffee

-Leather and Lace drabble by @madnesswrites

-Street like a frozen river by @wokeuptired

-Room with a view by @mouthchoir (Summer Exchange)

-Leather and Lace by @madnesswrites

-Lost stars by @ninetyfovr

-Fixed Stars Govern A Life by @firaemsen (Summer Exchange)

-The Faux Affair by @looselucy

-Porcelain Skin by @icanseeyourholo

-The Lamb and the Lion by @looselucy

-Flowers in the Window by @harrysaliengirlfriend

-Fire and Persuasion by @roselirry

-The Preschool Teacher by @domestic-styles

-Incredible, Incredible by @showingthroughtome

-Long time coming by @showingthroughtome (summer exchange)

-Esther and the Eighteenth by @looselucy

-Goffin and King by @fromherlips

-She’s just not that into you by @aqua-harry

-Held by @harrysmeadow

-The lamb and the Lion by @looselucy

-VO’KE by @beggingforfics

-Dream Girl by @harry-styleswho

-The Longest Sky by @finding--cat

-Come as you are by @brightbluejournal

-Tangled Yarns by @whoopsharrystyles

-First one to break by @fromherlips (summer exchange)

-Impulse Control by @hxxefics

-Slow Burn by @allywrites

-Oxford Comma by @madnesswrites

-Borrowed time by @harry-writings

-Fan Fiction by @roselirry

-12 Pubs of Christmas by @womanlalalalalalalala

-World of our own by @islareeveswriting

-XO Series Finale :( by @deathbyfics

-Pink by @wdmsusie

-Ever since New York by @stairwaytostylesfic

-Anchor/Sink drabble (doesn’t follow storyline) by @justanchorandhope

-Tour guide Series by @stylishmuser

-Bittersweet by @stairwaytostylesfic

-Vitae & Mortem by @looselucy

-The entertainer by @heart-attack-harry

-Bloom/Eyes closed drabble by @absolutestyles

Happy reading everyone!!!!

If you have any recs please send them my way!!!!!!!

Isabel xx

#seriouslyspoiled updates #GO READ!!!#so many stories!!!!! go read! thank you!

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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Fallish prompt: feysand trying to take Halloween pics of nyx inside a pumpkin but everything is going wrong.

A/N: I love this prompt more than legit anything. Thank you. Enjoy! T/W: none

"Come on, buddy," Feyre begged, staring at her son as he squirmed and squirmed without a care in the world.

They had already been at this for nearly half an hour and, at only nine months old, Nyx had already lasted way longer than Feyre had expected him to.

One good shot. That's all she needed. One good shot and then she would call it a day, preferably before Rhysand got home so she could surprise him with it. It was their first Halloween as a family of three and Feyre had made sure to document every first they'd be having. Later that night, once Rhysand was home from work, they'd be carving pumpkins. Even if Nyx wouldn't be directly participating, he'd be there, playing with the pumpkin goo.

She currently had her son plopped inside of a giant pumpkin, his legs sticking out of two holes that she had carved out earlier that morning during his post-breakfast nap. It looked like he was wearing pumpkin-pants, an idea that Feyre used to think was slightly overused, but now she thought it was the cutest damn idea that ever existed for a holiday photoshoot.

Babbling, Nyx leaned forward and started gnawing on the edge of the pumpkin, hiding his entire face. Again. With a sigh, Feyre dropped her phone and frowned. "Nyx. Hey buddy, look up here. Look at mommy."

"I'm looking at mommy and it's a hell of a show, I have to admit."

Feyre straightened and spun around from where she was hunched over, ass in the air, trying to get a picture from where Nyx was on the floor of their kitchen atop a blanket, sitting in his pumpkin.

"Nyx, however, looks ridiculous."

Feyre had no idea how long her husband had been standing at the threshold of the kitchen, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Judging from the gleam in his eye and the humor in his grin, it must have been longer than she wanted to admit.

"Don't let me interrupt," he added with a wink.

Feyre sighed. "First of all, he looks ridiculously cute, so don't hate. Secondly," she continued, rubbing her temples, "I'm about to give up because just wants to play with the pumpkin."

Rhysand pressed his lips together to contain his laughter. "You mean that the baby would rather play with the pumpkin rather than sit still and get his picture taken? Wow. The audacity."

Feyre swatted at him as he approached, wandering into the kitchen with his typical cockiness and ethereal beauty, both of which Feyre had found charming when they first started dating.

Now, three years into marriage, she still did.

Nyx giggled and clapped his hands, having heard Rhysand's voice and giving all of his attention to his daddy. Rhysand's smile softened as he walked to his son and knelt, kissing the top of his head. "Hi, buddy. I missed you today. Yes I did. I can't believe mommy put you into a pumpkin."

As if he thought it was hilarious, Nyx erupted into a fit of giggles once more. Rhysand continued his small talk in that voice that made Feyre fall in love with him all over again, and took a few small steps back before taking out his phone and snapping a few quick pictures. Nyx was smiling and looking at the camera in all of them.

Feyre couldn't decide whether to be ecstatic or pissed.

"Seriously?" she asked, as Rhysand rose to full height, picking Nyx up out of the pumpkin as he rose. The infant immediately snuggled into Rhysand with a yawn. "Do you know how long I've been trying to get that? You're here for two minutes and it's like magic."

Rhysand shrugged. "I have the magic touch."

Feyre just stared at him, bewildered, which made Rhysand laugh as he gave her a quick kiss. He said, "You're welcome."

As she looked at Nyx, every ounce of frustration disappeared. His eyes were already closed, his little hand gripping Rhysand's collar. He was his father's spitting image, right down to the violet eyes and the shape of his nose and thick hair as dark as night.

"I came home early so we could have more time to carve our pumpkins before it got too late, but it looks like Nyx got worn out," Rhysand said, quietly. "I'll put him to bed and then maybe you and me could find a way or two to waste a little time."

A grin slowly spread of Feyre's lips. "That shouldn't be too hard."

Rhysand wiggled his brows before disappearing around the corner. Once her little photoshoot arrangement was cleaned up, Feyre took Rhysand's phone off the counter and plopped down on the couch.

The pictures he took in a matter of seconds were too cute for words. Feyre was still staring at them when Rhysand came back down the stairs, out of his work clothes and into the comfort of his sweats, and sat down next to her. She crawled onto his lap and tossed his phone aside. "We made a cute kid."

"Yeah we did," he agreed quietly. "Wanna make another?"

Feyre laughed as he tackled her against the couch cushions and kissed her slowly.

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theladyofdeath · 2 years

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Elain lays out a tiny little pumpkin with two bigger pumpkins as a way to tell Azriel she's pregnant but he doesn't get it. Happy Fall!

Ship/Trope: Elriel x pregnancy announcement (modern au) A/N: This prompt makes me want to cry tears of joy. Happy Fall! I hope you like it! T/W: none

Elain looked at the little table she had sitting in the entryway. She had arranged the pumpkins in at least thirty different ways, finding flaws in each arrangement, but finally settled on the way the pumpkins were lined now. With her head cocked to the side, she sighed.

She had tossed in some flowers, making the pumpkins pop among the baby's breath and broomcorn. If she hadn't been so nervous, she would have thought the display was cute as hell. Yet, she felt nauseous as every long, agonizing second on the clock ticked by.

Azriel should be home any minute.

She wished he would hurry.

Elain typically considered herself a pretty patient woman. But now? Every second that passed made her anxiety grow. She had only found out the news the day before and she had been planning to tell him that night, but he had gotten home so late from work and she was already asleep by the time he rolled through the door. She figured that this announcement should be more than a simple roll over in bed and muttered, "Hey, I'm pregnant."

Being the first of October, Elain had recently gone on a pumpkin rampage. She had gone to the pumpkin patch, Azriel in tow, and filled a wagon with pumpkins of all different shapes and sizes. The three she had chosen went from one of the biggest, to one in the middle, then the tiniest one she had gotten to place in the arrangement on their kitchen table.

For now, the three pumpkins sat together on the entryway table. The biggest one to represent Azriel, the mid-sized one to represent herself, then the tiniest to represent how their love had come together and made something far more beautiful then her mind could comprehend.

Elain had just sat down on the couch when she heard her husband's car pull into the driveway. She was instantly on her feet, checking herself in the half-bath's mirror, then waiting by the front door to see his reaction when he caught her display.

The front door opened.

Azriel stepped inside.

And he instantly froze, staring at Elain who was waiting in the foyer, wearing the cutest of dresses with a smile on her face.

He blinked. "Hey."

"Hi," she beamed. "How was your day?"

"Good," he said, slowly, setting his keys down on the table by her pumpkin display. "Yours?"

"Good," she said, a little too quickly. He went to step further inside but she blocked his path. "Do you notice anything different?"

Azriel's eyes grazed down Elain's body. "Um...new dress?"

It was, but she shook her head. "Look again."

Azriel huffed a laugh before looking around him. "Uhh...babe, I'm sorry, but I'm so tired. I have no idea."

Elain's smile faltered. "Are you sure?" She gestured to her pumpkins, hoping to make it painfully obvious.

Azriel stared at the pumpkins for a few seconds before giving her a smile. "Oh, of course, you put out the pumpkins. They look great, babe."

He went to step further inside but Elain blocked his path, once more. "Is there anything that you notice about my pumpkins?"

Azriel's sleepy smile wavered as he looked at the pumpkins, once more. Elain could tell that he was trying his best, even after his long day at work. "They're....all....round?"

"No. Well, yeah, but look at the sizes--"

"They're all orange," he stated, gesturing to the pumpkins with a hand on his hip. "I mean, that's nice--"

"I'm pregnant," Elain blurted.

Azriel froze, eyes darting to Elain. For a minute, they watched one another in silence. "What?"

"I'm pregnant," she breathed, eyes welling up with tears. "That's what the little pumpkin was supposed to represent. A baby, Az, I'm having a baby. We're having a baby."

Azriel's eyes fluttered to the pumpkin, then back to Elain. "We're having a baby?"

Elain nodded as her tears welled and spilled over, onto her cheeks. "Yeah, we're having a baby."

She feared his reaction as he said nothing but then he stepped forward and took his wife into his arms, sweeping her off the ground. Spinning her around, he peppered her lips and neck with kisses as she laughed, her arms around his neck.

Once he set her back on the ground, he leaned back, eyes lined with tears. There were very few times that Elain saw Azriel get emotional: at their wedding the first time he saw her, every year on the anniversary of his mother's death, and now. A tear fell down his cheek and crossed the smile that was beautifully displayed on his lips.

"You're sure?" he whispered, and Elain's heart beat a little bit faster as she nodded. When he kissed her this time, it was soft and sweet and gentle. "You have no idea how happy I am."

"Me too," she promised, and Azriel looked back at her little pumpkin display with a smile before brushing her hair back and holding her close against his chest.

Elain could see it, could see the future. A baby, half her and half him, with two loving parents that would do anything for them. Azriel would be a fantastic father, Elain had no doubt. She couldn't wait to watch him fill that role.

Completely forgetting his exhaustion, Azriel led Elain further inside and to the couch, where he pulled her onto his lap and they talked about that future that would soon be theirs.

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