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fandomfuntimem · 2 days

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Dp x Dc

Clark got an invite to visit is cousin Maddie in Amity park! He always enjoys visiting them. Its a wild time, Maddie's kids are nice, and he gets to be the coolest cousin in the world. Impressing his little cousins with tricks that could only be explained by magic (he has litteraly crushed a rock to dust to make is "disapear").

But when he arrives this time, maybe bringing a few friends with him (i imagine the main group is Bruce, Clark, Lous, and maybe Damian, Tim, Conner, and Jon), the Town is chaos. Rouge government agents running around, magic undead creatures wreaking Havoc, and a young superhero barely holding it together. Even worse, Maddie and her husband seem so wrapped up in their work that they don't even notice their kids half the time! AND WHY DOES DANNY FORGET TO BREATH????!?!?!?!?!?

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pucked-bunnie · 2 days

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hands off ⎜m.barzal

pairings: mat barzal x reader prompts: "can you please come get me?" + "Don't fucking touch what isn't yours." warnings: mentions of stalking? ⎜drunk people ⎜reader is uncomfy ⎜ word count: 1.4k note: I got a lot of request for Mat so I decided that these two go well together and ended up combining them. Requests are open!

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The party was supposed to be fun.

It was supposed to be a good way for you to find new friends - to bond with some of the other wags.

And sure the night started out fun.

“I promise they’ll take good care of you, it’s just dinner and some drinks.” Mat had assured you as he watched you pull on your coat, the oversized denim jacket holding in any warmth it could manage, stopping the slight tremble of your limbs at the winter cold.

Moving to New York had been a big adjustment, especially in the dead of winter. Mat had talked to some of his teammates, hoping to be able to set up a girls night with some of the wives and girlfriends on the team to help you adjust to being in a new city, to help you make some new friends to keep you company when he was away so often. All the girls were quick to agree, adding you to the team group chat to discuss the details.

“I know, but it’s been so long since I’ve gone out and my sister warned me about the bars around here.” You respond as you glance up at him, pulling your lip between your teeth.

You wanted him to comfort you.

To give you a reason to cancel.

Or to say he would come with you.

Meeting new people was terrifying.

“I swear it’ll be fine, just message me when you’re ready and I’ll come get you.” You nod slowly at his words, leaning up on your toes to press a soft kiss against his cheek, Mat giving you a big smile as he pushes you lightly towards the front door of the bar, leaning against the side of his car until the front door closes behind you.

Mat was right.

The night started out fun.

But things changed so quickly.

“Hey, you’ll be right to head home on your own right?” Anders asks, his wife draped against his side, a drunk smile on her face as he holds her steady with one arm around her waist. “Mat’s on his way?” He questions, you don’t really respond, just giving a tight smile.

You had messaged Mat.

You swear.

Anders pats your shoulder softly, before dragging his wife out of the club, trying to avoid her incessant affections. You watch as they leave the constantly filling bar, the crowds of people getting louder, more boisterous as the night carries on. The others had been picked up earlier by their partners, each whisked off in a slightly tipsy haze.

You had been left on delivered for the last thirty five minutes.

And there was no sign of Mat responding anytime soon.

“He’s probably fallen asleep.” You reassure yourself, you phone showing a time of eleven forty eight pm, way past Mat’s normal bedtime.

Letting out a long sigh, you push away from the spot at the bar, grabbing your jacket off the back of your chair, slinging it over your shoulders, buttoning each button tightly before hefting your purse up on your shoulder.

Your apartment wasn’t far away.

The walk would have to be brisk with the cold seeping into your bones, but it was do-able.

You smile softly as the door managers as you exit, crossing your arms over your chest with your phone tight in your hand as you start walking down the block.

You can hear as they exit behind you.

The four men bustling amongst each other.

Each of them daring the other to close the gap.

You type quickly on your phone, pressing the cold glass to your ear as the dial tone rings in your ear.

You dare to glance back, the men pausing for a moment, discussing something between themselves.

“Baby?” Mat’s voice is groggy, coughing a few times as he repeats, “Baby, are you there?” You catch yourself nodding in response - despite the fact that Mat can’t hear you - your free arm tight around you as you speed up a little more.

“Can you please come get me?” You ask softly into the phone, you can hear the rusting of a blanket and the padding of Mat’s bare feet on your apartment floor as he moves around the rooms.

“Where are you?” He asks quickly, “Are you safe?”

“Like five minutes from the bar, I thought I could make it.” You continue, your body jumping as you hear the footsteps close in.

“Hey, wait.” You hear a voice call out from behind you, the man's voice slurred slightly, his friends egging him on.

“Who was that?” Mat asks, the jangling of his keys ringing through the phone. “Are you walking?” He asks again, his voice deeper, more gravely, the easiest to tell that he was angry.

“You weren’t responding.” You justify, “It’s only a fifteen minute walk, I thought it would be fine.” You hear Mat let out a cuss, the words sounding far away. You can hear his fingers swiping on his screen before he swears again, the sound of a grunt a thump before his voice is close to your ear again.

“I’m on my way - stay on the phone with me, okay?” You nod again, glancing once more over your shoulder the men are closing on you now.

Mat’s breathing heavily into the phone, reminding you to keep walking.

He’ll be there soon, he promises.

The hand lands out your arm roughly, your body swung around to face them.

“I asked you to wait.” The man groans, he couldn’t have been more than mid twenties, you wish he knew how scared you were right now.

“My boyfriend is on his way to come get me. I’m not interested.” You speak confidently, you can hear the muffled sounds of Mat saying something into the phone, but you can’t make out the words, your arm dropping to your side as the man's friends stop around the two of you.

“Let me go.” You say, firm in your words.

“But you haven’t even heard me out yet.” The man whines, his tone similar to that of an upset child. “Please give me a chance.” He whines again, his hand still clamped on your arm. The man is clearly drunk, his friends goading him on.

“I bet she’s lying.” One says.

“She probably doesn’t even have a boyfriend.” The other adds.

“Show her what she’s missing out on.” The last one says.

The man in front of you pauses, his eyes flicking over your shoulder, heavy steps stopping behind you, the man’s hand loosening slowly.

“Didn’t your mothers ever teach you boys manners?” Mats voice hisses from beside you, his hand reaching out to close around the drunk stranger's wrist, the man releasing you quickly.

“Don’t fucking touch what isn’t yours.” Mat sneers, his body moving in front of your as he pushes the man away from the two of you.

The men are smart.

They retreat quickly, excuses falling from their mouths.

“Sorry man.” One sighs.

“Didn’t mean any harm.” The other adds.

Mat glares at the back of them as they stumble back down the street to the bar, their attention finding some other people to focus on.

“You ran all the way here?” You ask.

“Yes.” Mat responds.

“Are you mad at me?” You question quietly, Mat’s chest heaving, as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“What?” He asks, spinning on the spot to face you, letting out a long sigh as he reaches for you, his arms wrapping around your head to pull you into his chest, his hands stroke your hair as he lets out another long breath.

“I’m mad at myself.” He says quietly. “I told you I would come get you as soon as you messaged and I was an idiot and fell asleep.”

“It’s okay.” You grumble into his chest, your words muffled by his thick hoodie.

“I was so scared.”

“So was I.” You agree, pulling your head away from his chest to look up at him, smiling as you pull yourself out of his arms, reaching to latch your hand in his as you pull him to start walking besides you.

“I can’t believe you ran all the way to help me.” You chuckle softly, finally tucking your phone back into your pocket, the danger ebbing away as you watch your boyfriend's shoulders slump as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe I did, either.”

#mat barzal #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl fic #mat barzal fanfic #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #prompt #prompt request

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creweemmaeec11 · 2 days

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Reverse Tropes

Soulmates - Your soulmate is destined to be your greatest rival in life.

Amnesia - Instead of losing memories, they start getting memories that aren't theirs.

Forced Marriage - Forced Divorce.

Captured Prince - They think they've captured the prince of the opposing kingdom, but they've actually just captured a normal, random civilian.

Chosen one Prophesy - There is a prophecy about *someone* saving the world, but it doesn't actually say who...

Born with Special Marks - It's actually a mark that tells a person what they *won't* be good at.

True Loves Kiss - True Hates Kiss, good luck convincing someone who truly hates you to kiss you.

Love at First Sight - Hate at First Sight.

Rags to Riches - Riches to Rags

Found Family - You need to find your actual, related family.

Misunderstood Villain - Misunderstood hero. They are trying to be evil, why does everyone like them!?

It Was All a Dream - They thought it was a dream, but it turned out to all be real.

Secret Identity - The secret Identity is the one everyone knows, somehow, everyone has forgotten your normal identity...

Villain Defeated by Friendship - Villain defeated by hatred.

Bad Boy & Good Girl - Good boy and bad girl.

Stalking/Obsessive Love - Avoiding the person they like to try and ignore their feelings.

Monster x Hunter - Hunter x Hunter, both thinking the other is a monster, or Monster x Monster, both thinking the other is a hunter.

Hero Gets Framed - The wrong villain gets framed.

Yandere - but it's two going after each other.

#prompt #writing prompt #story prompt #writing prompts #fic prompts #prompts #hero x villain prompt #hero x villain prompts #snippet prompt #story prompts

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 9 hours

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exploring each other's bodies is totally a normal behavior for two men who are archenemies by the way

— from this fic

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animaai · 2 days

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purple hair, Shy, with a red hoodie and panties :3

#anime art #artificial intelligence #ai image #ai art #aiartcommunity #anime aesthetic #ai #anime #ai sexy #anime style #anime edit #prompt

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jazztag · 2 days

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Prompt #51

Since captured, Villain hasn't left his cell at all, not even when "yard time". Hero usually is stalking around the prison to gather information from the inmates' conversations. So, one day while hidden in the shadows, he hears two cellmates comment about Villain's late behavior.

Feeling a little bit responsible, that very same night Hero decides to visit Villain's cell for a wellness check. Villain has always struggled with his mental health, so Hero ends up, as weirdly as it sounds, acting as his guardian.

#whump #prompt #whump prompt #writing prompt #whump scenario #whumpee x caretaker #hero x villain #villain x hero #promptfactory

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draw-off-thank-learn · 9 hours

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#dahyun #prompt #dollete aesthetic #metal music #mensfashion #seven deadly sins #simon riley x reader #chenford #sims 4 custom content #Claude Monet #doom metal #gg icons #mclaren #bluetooth speaker

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writing-promptsss · 2 days

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꒰ঌ Couple prompts (good and bad ways to end a fight) ໒꒱

☆ good ways ☆

"we don't see eye to eye on this topic, let's agree to disagree. we can still love and respect each other even though we don't sometimes agree on certain topics."

"i'm sorry. i will leave now, let me know when you've calmed down."

"can we please stop fighting? i hate being angry on you and when you're angry on me."

"my love, please forgive me, i loathe the idea of making you angry"

showing empathy and understanding

figuring out how to calm the other person down

not worrying about always being in the right

talking it out

listening to each other

once they talked it out, burying the topic forever and not reopening old wounds, because that could lead to a fight

giving each other space

☆ bad ways ☆

raising their voices at each other

throwing insults

ignoring each other

throwing things

passive aggressive approach

further digging into the topic, which in return keeps the fight alive

needing to always be right and having the last word

refusing to help their s/o when they need help

not including them in other activities

staying bitter for a long time and refusing to forgive their s/o

@largefluff <3 <3 <3

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box-behavior · 2 days

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#kit connor #futurism #incorrect kpop quotes #servamp #dsmp fanart #music #bmw #prompt #blade runner #dollete aesthetic

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fandomfuntimem · 15 hours

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*walks in with more dp x dc because thats all i think about*

HEAR ME OUT!

A fic where Danny, still a teenager, saves Red Hood. He helps Hood out and returns him to the bat family. But before he can leave they're all thanking him, Hood is talking about how skilled and smart he is, Batman personally thanks him for saving his son, the other bat kids are asking about his powers and what he does, Robin/Damian nerds out with him over weapons, then Agent A/Alfred invites him to dinner as his own personal thank you, even asks him for his food preferences.

But Danny is just scared he accepts because non contaminated food and heros. But he's not used to this. He's not used to being treated with such pure kidness and appreciation. With humans everythings almost all around bad, the only people who dont treat him like shit are Jazz, Tucker, and Sam (maybe Valerie depending on how you personally write her. I ship him and Valerie.). With ghosts they do treat him a lot better, like a friend or an annoying little brother. But in human standards it doesn't exactly reach the mental health requirements for an adolescent brain. So its just new to him.

When he gets back him, the dam just fucking breaks. He was holding all his emotions in for so long because it was his normal. It was his normal to be the local weird kid, to be everyone's punching bag and scape goat, but now that he saw how he could be treated he's just shattered. Why can't he have that? How is it that a family of vigilantes who's entire thing is darkness, managed to treat him better in one night than his home town can in his entire life?

Maybe after this he ends up talking to the bats more and they start to realise somethings up, or he avoids the bats thinking all the emotions will go away if he just forgets it.

Give me a depression and struggling to heal because his world view wash shattered fic.

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #batman #red hood #danny phantom #dc comics #prompt #writing prompt #writing #funtime speaketh #text post

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gimpyhair · 1 day

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Remember in the Nightcrawler episode of the original series how Remy heated his coffee using his powers and it didn't explode?

It would have been interesting for Gambit to use that skill when touching Rogue. Rogue could feel heat when holding hands (and massages and more intimate touches), even if they are separated by gloves, clothes, etc.

He would need some training to make sure it's safe and does not burn her, obviously, but at the same time it could have shown to Rogue that she is not the only one who needs to practice control, sharing that burden with Remy. That would teach them to trust each other and most importantly, trust themselves.

I'm pretty sure Rogue and Gambit would have loved exploring alternative ways to touch each other. Even if they can't touch skin to skin, they could have developed something unique and deeply personal, just between the two of them. Something new for both Rogue and Gambit, that they could experiment together, at the same time, at their own pace. A new kind of intimacy. That could have been beautiful ❤️💔

Not sure if it would have worked, but in a universe filled with superpowers, time travel, futuristic technology and aliens, I mean why not. Thoughts?

Feel free to use this idea as a prompt for your artwork/fanfic/headcanon/etc

#its 4 in the morning #i need the sleep #x men 97 #xmen #x men the animated series #xmen tas #xmen 97 #rogue #gambit #romy #remy lebeau #anna marie lebeau #prompt #rogue x gambit #gambit x rogue

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daily-prompts · 2 days

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prompt 2429

Words associated with flowers:

thorn

petal

vibrant

scent

stamen

pollen

wilt

bud

stem

filament

cut

dried

ovary

leaf

bloom

seed

bouquet

nectar

vine

fragrant

snap

#daily writing prompts #fiction #writing #writing prompts #writing practice #writing inspiration #creative writing #prompt

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 1 day

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Exploring each other's bodies is totally a normal behavior for two men who are archenemies

— quotes taken from this fic

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luvmake · 3 days

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CONVO PROMPT.

“You look so cute trying to deny we’re not together.”

“That’s because we’re not!”

“See? So cute proving my point.”

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creweemmaeec11 · 3 days

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"Oh no... let me go find some boots to shake in..."

#prompt #writing prompt #writing prompts #story prompt #fic prompts #prompts #hero x villain prompt #hero x villain prompts #snippet prompt #story prompts

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aloysiavirgata · 2 days

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prompt Gunpowder coconuts and lip gloss

It’s another two hours to Albany.

“Everything north of the Bronx is Canada,” Mulder grouses.

“You’re from New England.” Scully remarks, a map draped over her narrow lap.

“Shut up,” he says, chipper. “Grenades.”

Scully rolls her eyes. “Really? You’re such a boy.”

“You’re such a boy,” he repeats, in a mocking falsetto. “What do you want? Lip gloss? Tampons? A push up bra?”

“Shut up,” she echoes. “Fine. The Professor could absolutely have made a coconut grenade.”

Mulder merges left, scoffs. “Where’s he getting the gunpowder, Annie Oakley?”

“Potassium nitrate from guano,” she says, prim. “Turn left in four miles.”

“You need a lot of piss for that,” Mulder observes. He sets the trip odometer.

Scully rolls her eyes. “He can collect that in coconuts too. Honestly, Mulder.”

“Sulfur?”

“You absolutely KNOW Mrs. Howell packed Epsom salts,” Scully says.

“On a three-hour tour?”

“On a three-hour tour. Mulder pull over, that coffee went right through me.”

He does, at a nondescript gas station with a FOOD MART!!! sign taped to an out-of-order pump. “Don’t forget to save your urine in a coconut,” Mulder calls after her.

There’s not even a break in her stride as she flips him off over one tailored, charcoal shoulder.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #prompt #inbox

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