#fall prompt

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Calmtober Prompts by Kristiāna Doroščonoka - Kriksis

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For the fall prompts, Wanda x reader baking together and bear hugs.

Extra Flour

Pairing: Wanda x Avenger!Reader

Words: 800+

Warnings: Fluff

Prompt: In the ask

AN: So i made reader an avenger lol. If you dont like it anon please lmk and ill rewrite it for you. I just thought it would add a little spice lol.

"Oh, little flower." Green eyes raked over you with a sparkle of mischief. A smile pulled at the brunette's lips and a small giggle escaped as she looked around at all the chaos you had caused in the kitchen. She had only been gone for a few minutes to use the restroom. Red tendrils of magic floated around you as metal bowls and utensils were moved from the floor and quickly washed in the sink behind her. 

"I was just trying to get a sauce pan but then I must've turned too fast or something and everything was attached to me and flour was in the air and then everything clattered to the floor." You motioned with your hands careful of your powers as you did so. You were clearly frustrated at your new powers. You had been asked to join the Avengers team shortly after Wanda and had quickly made friends with her. It hadn't taken long for you to catch feelings for the young witch and as her first American Fall/Halloween was approaching you wanted to make pumpkin and bat shaped sugar cookies with her. 

"You are covered in it, flower." Your girlfriends accent over enunciated the r at the end of your nickname causing a shiver to run up your spine. 

"Here." She said softly as she focused on her hands. They glowed red and you could feel the flow of her magic as it removed the flour from you all at once. You watched as her eyes went from the red color of her powers back to the green you cherished.

She slowly approached you and you opened your arms letting her settle her head on your shoulder. You brought your arms around and squeezed her, careful not to squeeze too hard. She puffed out some air and you shivered as it hit your neck. You kept your squeeze up for a few seconds and then released it. The fabric of her shirt was soft against your hands and the scent of vanilla and sage drifted gently into your nose from her hair. 

"Thanks Wands." You mumbled into her head. She giggled quietly at you as she squeezed you back, not holding back her strength as you had. 

"Oof." You slightly groaned as she quickly squeezed the air from your lungs in her hug. 

"You always give the best bear hugs." You wheezed at her. You were grinning ear to ear and as she released her hold on you to step back to the pantry to grab more flour you caught her hand bringing her back to her spot in front of you. 

Her body pressed against yours and your eyes darted from her emerald ones to her lips several times before you slowly closed the distance. Her lips were always soft and you softly moaned against them as she smiled against you. She pulled away from you and placed a quick kiss on your cheek before she moved back to the pantry. It took a few moments before you were able to muster the will to open your eyes, your whole body buzzing. 

"Where is the extra flour?" She asked you as she rummaged around the pantry. The pair of you shared a floor with Natasha and sometimes the shared kitchen area got a little chaotic. Natasha was known to just throw her food in with little organization and it always drove Wanda up a wall how she could never find what she was looking for. 

"Um, behind the sugar I think." You opened a few cupboards and drawers looking for the cookie cutters. You stuck your hand out and concentrated. You could feel the pull from your hand the metal bowl you wanted in the drainboard. It was as if the skin on the ends of your palms were pointing in the direction of the bowl. The magnetic field around your hand changed as the bowl lifted from the drain board and quickly flew into your hand. 

"Yes!" Your eyes widened at the bowl. It had taken a month just to learn how to reverse the magnetic field around yourself but Wanda had been there every step of the way. Now you were training on how to pull and push things from yourself when you wanted. You secretly thought Nat enjoyed throwing random metal objects at you. Her aim was always deadly, even if it was just a small metal dowel she was throwing at you. 

"That was amazing!" Wanda rushed to your side with the flour in her hands. She kissed your cheek and then moved to examine the bowl in your hand. You hadn't even let your magnetic field become crushing enough to dent it. 

You were grasping your powers better and to make the day better you were baking with your girlfriend. You sighed and prayed to whatever Gods were listening that nothing would ever change. 

[haileygarciasunshine]

Hope

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Words: 865

Written: October 13th, 2022

Posted: October 13th, 2022

Warning: N/A

Authors Note: please enjoy this piece I wrote, while having a bad insomnia episode.

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As you walked through the forrest, it was nearly silent. The only sound being the soft crunch of almost crisp leaves, being crushed under your foot. The birds had fled south in preparation for Winter, all the white, the wind barely wanting to whoosh around. There was a nippily, chill looming around, not yet committing to staying around just yet. Similarly, a new threat to Beacon Hills, was looming in the same way. Not yet wanting to show its face, yet still letting the supernatural creatures know, it could come at any moment. When they least expect it. 

A nervous sigh passed through your lips. With all the things that have been going on, it was hard to concentrate on any type of positive thought. Your mind had been whirling around as if if were a hurricane of thoughts and opinions. It wasn’t until the hair on the back of your neck stood at attention, that the possibility of not being out in the woods alone crossed your mind. Your body began shaking gently, almost as if vibrating like an alarm, warning, warning, danger approaching. 

Flexing your hands, you prepared for a small fight for life. Luckily, you had been practicing combat with the pack, all the guys wanting to make sure you would be able to protect yourself, regardless if they were there or not. Aside from their determination, you were driven by your own determination, one that drove you to not need to depend on anyone else to save you, but yourself.

As the unknown assailent came closer and closer, the more your body went into fight or flight. The thought of fleeing quickly passing through your mind, before shaking the thought from your head, realizing it was too late. Letting out a low, warning, growl, you began surveying your surroundings. It wasn’t until the soft crunching stopped, that you had the thought to quickly turn around.

It was in that moment, you were face to face with perpetrator. Growling, you swiftly lifted your hand and attempted to scratch them. Your movements coming with your eyes squeezed shut in fear. The being, caught your wrist, yanking you closer to them before turning you and pinning your back to their chest as they tightened their arms around yours.

“You know,” A familiar, safe voice rang through your ears. A whimper of relief passed through your lips as you visibly relaxed into the hold. “Your attacks would, probably be more successful, if you kept your eyes open.” The tip of their lips gently traced along the shell of your ear, earning an involuntary shiver to wreck through your body, as the hair on the back of your neck returned.

“Jordan!” You whisper yelled, voice filled with faux anger. “I could’ve really hurt you!” You gave a gentle, teasing, slap to his available hand.

The vibrations of his gentle laughter, wrecked through to your chest, overwhelming you with a warm and safe aura. 

“Stop laughing!” You began giggling along with him. Neither of you had moved from your previous position of your back against his front.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He gently blew hot air in your ear. “I couldn’t help it.” He gave you a playful squeeze.

Frowning, you knew this meant he would be pulling away. Since moving to Beacon Hills, Jordan was basically attached at your hip. Neither of you knowing what to do about the lingering, unsaid, feelings and tension that surrounded you both. 

The sound of his chuckles, brought you warmth, and comfort. All the while butterflies erupted in your stomach. “It seems you need to practice your fighting abilities more.” He gave you a toothy grin, as he spun you around, leaving his hands gently on your hips. 

Groaning, you crossed your arms along your chest, giving him a small pout as you rolled your eyes. “Come on, jordy.” You whined. “Just admit how good I’ve gotten since I’ve started training!”

Continuing his grin, he gave your hips a playful squeeze. “If I did..” His voice trailed off, leaving a hint of melancholy in the air. “Then I wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with you..” He stated as if the most obvious thing in the world.

Letting out a soft gasp, you dropped your arms down in surprise. “What…What are you saying?” You gulped. Searching Jordan’s eyes, you were hopeful. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he was ready to say something, only to be interrupted by another member of the pack.

“Y/N?” “Jordan?” Called a familiar voice. “You guys out here?” 

As the voice became louder, so did the owner of the voice. Naturally, it would be Stiles to ruin the one moment, Jordan was about to admit something to you. Letting out a heavy sigh, you shook your head, removing yourself from him. 

“We should-“ Both you and Jordan spoke at the same time. 

A smirk made it’s way back to your lips, quickly replacing the frown that was upon your lips. Turning towards Stiles, you both made your way back to the pack. While walking back, Jordan’s hand brushed against yours, leaving you with one word to sum up your feelings. Hope.

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Fall Prompts Chosen!

Hello! The fall prompts have officially been chosen by the poll that I made earlier. Here they are along with the dates:

Dates:

October 9th: Playing with Leaves October 10th: Fun in Rain October 11th: Tea/Cider/Hot Chocolate/Hot Drink October 12th: Apple Picking Chapter 13th: Visiting the Pumpkin (or other) Patch October 14th: Halloween October 15th: Free Day

Alternate Prompts can be used whenever if you want Haunted House Making Sweaters/Hat/Scarf/ ETC Carmel Apple Making Holiday Fesitval (Thanksgivingish maybe) Corn Maze Hayride

These can be used not just for fanfic, but also for fanart or anything else that is fun and creative. I also have a special birthday event planned for Din Djarin on November 12th, which will be the fourth anniversary of the Mandalorian season 1 premiere!

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I love your writing and I'm glad you're part of this little corner of snzblr where I live.

Eddissy Headcanon. Chrissy thinks it's cute how sneezy Eddie gets during ragweed season and always carries an extra pack of tissues for him. She also pets his hair and massages away sinus headaches.

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Aww thanks for reaching out! This idea is so cute!!! Please enjoy this Edissy Drabble ❤️

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Chrissy arrived at the Munson trailer wearing her cream sweater and red skirt. She had a pumpkin patch date with Eddie today and was so excited. She knocked on the door and waited.

She heard a muffled, “h’MPTCH!” Before the door swung open, “Hey babe! I- hitchiew!! snF tsschiew! I’m so happy to see you!”

Eddie brought her into a hug as he rubbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his flannel.

“Me too, Bless you! Ready to go?”

“Yeah!” Eddie nodded and hopped in his van, Chrissy sitting in the passenger seat. “What kind of pumpkin are you looking for Chris?”

“I want a cute one.” She pictured a perfect, smooth pumpkin with a small stump.

Eddie chuckled, “A cute one” he mimicked. “I wanna find one that’s snFF the best for carving! I think I want to carve some bahhh b- H’tsssciew! Issshew! H’Nxxt! Bats…”

The strawberry blonde reached over and squeezed his shoulder. “Bless you. Bad allergy day?”

The older boy didn’t move his wrist from in front of his nose, “yeah, the ragweed is killing m’be today.”

Chrissy rummaged around in her purse and pulled out the travel sized pack of tissues she kept on hand for her boyfriend. She plucked one from the small pack and turned to hand it to him.

Eddie’s eyes were watering and his breath started to hitch. She pressed the tissue into his hand just in time.

“HIH’TSCHMpt! HNNGtchew!” He blew his nose, one hand still on the wheel, and coughed slightly.

“Poor guy. Are you sure you want to do this today?” She knew his allergies would only get worse once they got out to the pumpkin patch.

“Yeah! Of course. A few sneezes won’t stop Eddie the Banished!”

A few minutes later they were pulling up to the field. Kids were running around picking pumpkins, lining up for the hay rides, and trying their hand at the corn maze.

“Chris, we HAVE to do this corn maze!” Eddie shouted, grabbing her by the hand and running. “You try first!”

Chrissy started to walk through, looking for open paths. 9 times out of 10 though, she was met with a ten foot tall wall of corn stalks. She heard a rustle behind her and jumped slightly, turning around to be met with an empty wall of corn.

“GOTCHA!” Eddie jumped out and grabbed her from behind, leaning back and lifting her up as she kicked her legs.

“Eddie!!” They both laughed as he put her down.

The two exited the maze, Eddie only stopping to stifle into his shoulder twice. Once they reached the pumpkin patch, they took off looking for the perfect pumpkin. Eddie found his quite fast, a very big pumpkin with a twisty stem and warts on the side.

“Babe this one’s perfect!” He laughed as he made his way over to Chrissy who was looking at a few different small options.

She knelt down and picked one up. “What do you think of this one Eddie?” She called over her shoulder. No response. “Eddie?”

She turned around to see that Eddie had put his pumpkin on the ground and was fighting back a sneeze. He pitched forward suddenly, one hand on his knee and the other a fist in front of his mouth.

“Heh Nxxt! Nxxt! Hih H’NXXT!”

Chrissy lay her hand on his back rubbing circles as he bobbed with each near silent sneeze. “Eddie I-”

He held up a finger to pause her. “Hehh Not dhhh- done. NGtsschiew! AGKtssiew!”

He straightened up but swayed on his feet slightly. Chrissy wrapped an arm around his waist and used her other hand at his elbow to steady him. “Here, sit for a minute. I’m gonna go buy our pumpkins and we can leave. I’ll drive.”

She sat her boyfriend down on a small wooden bench that was up against the fence bordering the pumpkin patch. Eddie felt the small pick of tissues being pressed into his hand as she jogged off to pay. He thought it was so cute how she carried these on her 24/7, just for him.

Chrissy made it back in record time, finding Eddie with his elbows resting on his knees, punching the bridge of his nose. “You okay, Eds?”

He looked up at her and grabbed one of her hands. “Yeah. Just a sin’dus headache.”

“Well let’s get you and your cool pumpkin home then and I’ll give you a massage for that headache.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“You’re too good to m’be, Chrissy Cuddinghab.” He swiped at his nose with his one free hand and stood up.

Still holding hands, they made their way back to the van with the pumpkins, Chrissy taking the wheel. “Do you need anything?” She asked Eddie.

Eddie turned to her with red eyes and nose swollen. He held up the small pack of tissues and kissed her forehead. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

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Fawn Fest Prompts

Hello!

I wanted to try something a little interactive as we get closer to fall (even though it's still August right now, but my personal life was been really busy, so I want to give myself some time to write these :)) because I’ve been struggling a little creatively. So, I’ve crafted the list below to try and get my creative juices flowing again.

Please pick from the list below and let me know your requests!

🍂leaves

🍂log cabin

🍂sweaters

🍂scary movies

🍂the autumn chill that wakes me up

🍂thanksgiving

🍂baking

🍂black cat

🍂love potions

🍂corn maze

🍂november flush and your flannel cure

🍂hiking

🍂halloween

🍂pumpkins

🍂dancing in the moonlight

🍂costume party

🍂football

🍂knitting

🍂scarf

🍂murder mystery

🍂cinnamon girl

🍂witches

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13 or 15 for father izaak please!! can’t pick!!

Honestly, why not both with a little narrative twist, at least from my usual style?

CW Priest and mess below the cut 🔥

13 and 15. Rain and Fever - Father Izaak

“Hih’tscHHHhhh!”

Seven.

“Hihh’BTSSCHhh!”

Eight.

“H-Hih… Ghihh—! Eh’tSCHHHhh—Hih’tschHHXxxt!”

Nine and ten? Your heart was racing as you stared outside at the shivering, soaked form of the new priest. Not long ago you sat captivated like the rest of them, drinking his words of passion and thrown through a loop to see just how shamelessly he powered through each wracking sneeze.

Out here the only thing that seemed to rival the downpour was the mess that sprayed from him, the end of the fit leaving him panting and visibly shaking in the cold. Why he’d be out there during the storm only God could know but you found yourself rushing to the doorway, and pausing as he lifted his head.

Though his skin was darker there was an aggressive redness to his leaking, flaring nostrils, his eyes glazed and puffy, yet that smile of his. That same smile he wore on stage that lit the room and fought against any doubts in the crowd’s mind, it still crept up despite the hoarse tone of his voice.

“Oh, hello there. I don’t… Don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure to meet directly yet…” He was breathless, sniffling uselessly at that which barely washed away in the heavy rain. Unable to think straight you took hold of his hand, pulling him back into the safety of the building, which only made him devolve into a wheezing chuckle.

“I’m sorry, have I worried you…? Seems I’ve made a few people up… Upset today…”

“Come closer, Father.”

“Pardon..?” What were you thinking? Swallowing back doubt you held out your hand expectedly, and though dazed Father Izaak lowered his head to press a hot cheek into your trembling hand.

“My goodness Father, you’re burning up!”

“That I… Ihihh…” A far more glazed look came to his features as his jaw slacked open against your palm, only a squeak managing to escape your throat as his head shot down to your clothes, your eyes widening as dark circles began to spread from the sudden, wet sneeze of the Father. He sniffled yet he only leaned further into your tense hand, those exhausted eyes staring wearily back into yours.

“B… B-Bless…. Bless you, Father Izaak….”

“… And with you, oh lamb of the Lord’s flock.” The way the phrase slipped almost felt sultry, goosebumps similar to his rising quickly as he unknowingly crushed a dripping sneeze against your palm, and too delirious to see both the mess he made and your own reddening cheeks. “Theeee Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want… He m… Makes me lie down in green pastures, leads me beside still waters, r… R-Restores my soul…” Sinking, why was he sinking?

In a swift motion you managed to brace the priest before he could collapse, the motion enough to jolt him into a small moment of clarity, but he couldn’t muster much beyond more scripture. “Father, where are your chambers? I… I-I can help you to them.” You insist, feeling your chest tighten with anxiety. Surely this was the clergy’s job, you didn’t know this man, and yet every time he spoke you felt yourself giving more and more into action, and repressed feelings.

Father Izaak wanted to protest, but it was clear he was quickly losing the battle, and eventually gestured towards where he was standing before. “Out… Out back. I was… Trying to go home.”

“Okay then,” you breathe as you hook your arm with his, “home it is, before you get in any more trouble. Father Tully’s old place..?” You catch more of a laugh this time as he leans into you, and you freeze in place at what you see. Beyond plush quivering lips it’s as if… As if there was a sharper row of teeth. A trick of the light, a strange angle surely, but you swear you…

Saw nothing. Your mind drifts as a weak hum, a low but gorgeous tune, manages to rise from his throat into your heart, and you feel yourself at ease again. Leaning deeper into his form than he had been earlier, and gazing with a sense of awe as he feverishly mumbled something about the lord providing help. You couldn’t quite keep up, but slowly you walked with him back into the downpour to his new home, as if you too were consumed by the terrible fever rising from his skin.

Who truly was Father Izaak Hartley, and why did the world dim the moment you both stepped inside..?

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Writing Prompt #1671

The leaves began to fall, swept up by a sudden gust of wind. It was the signal of a change. The beginnings of plenty before the start of ruin and decay.