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[wenzelsays]

Put the ass in assistant

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Danny is Diana Prince's personal assistant.

He's not sure exactly how it started (thats a blatant lie. there was a job opening at the Smithsonian and it came with behind the scenes perks and he wanted to abuse the heck out of them at the Air and Space Museum) but he was now a personal assistant.

and it was kinda fire actually.

not that he would ever say that out loud.

Dr. Prince (You may call me Diana, Daniel. If you call me Danny. Touché) was an expert on Ancient Greece. (and something about the way she quirked the corner of her lip whenever she said that reminded him of when someone asked him about ghosts. but he refused to think about that connection any longer than necessary because he knew it would complicate his life and he was decidedly looking to not do that thank you very much)

and thanks to his teen years spent brawling with the dead, he knew a fair amount about the topic himself. (an amount that was definetly not suspicous) Which was probably the only reason he was kept on long enough to go from highly disfunctional ex-teen vigilantee to competent PA. if he was being entirely honest.

He's not entirely sure how he got the job. he knows why he applied, and why they kept him on, but the hiring of an astronomy PhD canadite for a PA position at the Natural History Museum was beyond him.

It was probably Clockwork.

Whatever, he was getting off track.

He didnt know how he became a PA, but he didnt hate it.

Especially when it brought billionaire tech genius (and noteable playboy) Bruce Wayne to his desk. There's something inherently satisfying about making a rich guy wait in a room not designed for waiting just because he thought he could just barge in without an appointment.

It had been 20 minutes.

And Danny had made exactly zero attempts to contact his boss.

Wayne had begun to fidget. Barely noticeable unless you had lengthy experience studying people for sudden changes in behavior denoting agression or possesion. Which Danny, unfortunetly, had.

Eventually his fun had to end. And that time came at the 35 minute mark when the sensor he had covertly embedded in her office triggered the notification on his computer to blink once. He waited a few extra minutes, set a calendar appointment. waited for his phone to ring (startling the billionare in the process) made a show of checking the device and 'typing' a response and then got up and sauntered the 6 feet from his desk to Dr. Prince's door and knocked to get her attention (and make sure his face didnt let on that he Knew that she hadn't been in her office for the last hour.) Hyper aware of the eyes following him.

It was shaping up to be an interesting kind of day.

[oddlylovingaddiction]

Okay someone needs to write about this, you know those neglected batfam reader stories?? Hear me out on this…

You’ve grown up with the batfam, an accidental one night stand your mom had with Bruce, she died (as one does) and you get sent to live with your father Bruce.

It takes a bit but you quickly get used to being ignored after years of it happening. It’s more like you are a stranger to all of them, you were a regular civilian so you couldn’t relate to their secret bat duties, I mean when your entire family fights crime but you, you’re gonna miss out on bonding opportunities.

As you get older you spend time out of the house more, nobody cares cause nobody gives a fuck. And the more you get older the longer you spend outside, 1 day, 3 days… 1 week…. 5 months, 1 year etc.

Until one day you come back after 2 years, 8 months pregnant. Hell breaks loose.

“What’s that?” Damian says pointing to your very obvious pregnancy bump scrunching his face up confused.

“An alien, no use your head. What does it look like?” You reply annoyed, everyone is staring at you like you’re some sort of alien that just started speaking English. To be fair, it was kind of like you were. A male dominated family, where only the father was the only one bringing home biological and nonbiological children left and right, now all of a sudden you come home pregnant? That’s probably pretty alien to them.

“Listen I’m only here because I had a fight with my husband.” You sigh before Dick squeaks out “HUSBAND?” Like that was the most shocking situation.

Actually the most shocking part was who your husband and the baby’s father is, which you deliberately avoiding telling them about him. Until one night your husband breaks into the Wayne residence determined to win his lover back. 🤭

Edit: still a free prompt however!! I just want to add the official start of my version of this prompt is here!!! Go check it out!

[offbeatrinkydink]

After Steve figures out he's bisexual, he and Robin make a bet on who can lose their gay virginity first. Steve is pretty sure he'll win cause Eddie has been flirting with him for months. Turns out, Eddie doesn't want to hook up, he wants to date Steve which Steve's not opposed to but it looks like he's going to have to wine and dine him in order to make it past first base.

Meanwhile, Robin just offhandedly mentions the bet to Nancy and how Steve thinks Eddie is a sure thing. Nancy's competitive streak kicks in, no way is her new best friend going to lose a bet to her ex-boyfriend. So Robin technically wins the bet on night one but she doesn't tell Steve about it. Her free time is kind of full since she and Nancy are hooking up regularly now.

It has been two months and no one has officially been declared the winner. Honestly, they both forgot about the bet. They're too busy falling head over heels for it to matter anymore.

[starweaversguidetothehazbinhotel]

Post by @adyophene · 2 images

💬 28  🔁 1793  ❤️ 14137 · I headcanon that Husk used to turn up in weird places after a night of drinking.

Inspired by the amazing artwork attached above by @adyophene ^

I’d love to read a one-shot where Alastor and Niffty set out to find Husk after he’s gone on yet another bender—presumably not long after he’s handed his soul over to Alastor.

Choosing to hunt down the gambler the old fashioned way? Well, it gets Niffty out of the house for the day, and gives Alastor a perfect opportunity to “bond” with his newly acquired soul. (And, of course, to torment Husk in person instead of just yanking him around by the chain. Enrichment activities and all that.)

Naturally, the duo eventually discover a very familiar “cat” passed out in the display window of a pet shop run by a couple of imps. Alastor immediately decides to put on a full production about purchasing the precious little creature.

It’s Husk.

Hungover, miserable, and already owned by Hell’s most well-dressed psychopath—Husk.

And yet Alastor buys him anyway, for no small chunk of change. He also allows Niffty to pick out a sparkly collar with a bow, chats with the shop owner about proper feeding, and even settles on a bag of diet hellcat food, because humiliation works best when it’s nutritionally balanced.

Husk just lies there and lets it all happen. He’s too hungover to care—or to resist being accessorized. (Even if the heart shaped tag engraved with the name “Husker” does piss him off a bit.) However- if Alastor wants to waste money on a fluffy pet-bed and oversized litter box- then that is his problem.

But the moment the Radio Demon cheerfully insists that his “new pet” will need to be declawed and updated on his shots before he can be taken home? Husk ears perk and he suddenly remembers how to pay attention.

Then when Alastor casually asks if the shop offers spaying and neutering for its animals?

Husk is out the door in two seconds flat.

Suddenly, he’s more sober than he’s been since the night Alastor sat himself at Husk’s card table and ruined his after-life.

[lavender--girl]

The idea of nest building having a different social acceptance between alphas and omegas. Everyone builds nests but it's typically an omegan thing to do. They build the family nests. They are open with their nests. The only time alphas typically make nests is if they are in rut and even then most of the time omegas build the nest for them.

But what happens when an alpha goes into such an intense rut that they go back to their basic hardwiring. Back to their most basic instinct.

Our lead alpha has been struggling with their ruts. They come irregularly and with varying intensity. It's dangerous so they are being kept in an rut rehab facility so the doctors can study the ruts and closely observe their behavior. While staying there they have been getting along with a beautiful omega nurse. The nurse is just perfect in every way. Their scent is sweet, eyes beautiful, neck aching to be marked. Most of the time when the alpha goes into rut they are thinking of the omega.

But then the alpha is sent into the most intense rut they've ever had, hell, maybe the most intense rut the facility has ever seen.

The nurse, who has been falling for the alpha themself, is never allowed to observe the ruts of any alphas. Its above their pay grade and the doctors worry that an omegas observing a rut would send them into heat and an omega in heat in a facility full of unstable alphas is a no go. But the nurse can hear the painful howls of the alpha. Can hear them calling their name.

After a week with no change the omega insists that they can help the alpha. The facility is out of ideas and at this point keeping the alpha away from the one omega they want is inhumane torture. So they let the nurse go to the alpha.

The omega knocks on the door even though they had already unlocked it. If they were to walk straight into the room it could illicit a dangerous reaction from the alpha. when the alpha opens the door the omega is hit hard with the scent of rut. The omega can immediately feel slick drip out of them. They expect the alpha to pounce on them. They are ready for it. Prepared. But the feral, rutted alpha's eyes only melt as they take the omegas wrist and pulls them into their room.

There, the omega sees the most beautiful nest. It's intricate and stunning. Different blankets and pillows piled high around the edges. A dip right in the middle for the alpha to nestle in.

There, the alpha defies expectations and is sweet to the omega. Gentle touches and soft kisses. The poor alpha is so far gone they can't even speak properly but they purr and trills their love. They aren't harsh with their movements, they don't hurt the omega. It's all soft and sweet.

[thezestywalru]

Hear me out: a sort of take on the “normal again/was it all a dream“ idea where one of the characters (not Buffy) wakes up before the whole call to action only to find out that none of the things they experienced have happened.

In my opinion, this would probably be most interesting as either angel post series waking up as Liam in 1757, Rupert waking up in 1975 as an 19-year-old first year about to drop out of Oxford, or Spike waking up as William in whatever year you decide.

The mystery: is it time travel? Are they dreaming this? Was it a spell? Or are all of their memories of the "future" completely fabricated??

I'm leaning towards Liam because I want to give him actual character development (and have him fight against the Crown). Does he dust Darla, thereby sparing Drusilla & William? Does he agonize over whether or not he should become a vampire again just for the chance to see and save his friends? Does he remain human and become a hunter, setting up a program to train hunters & revitalize the watcher's council of the time? How often does he think of Team Angel, wondering whether their lives will be the same? Will Cordelia still go to LA??

[theskyscreation]

Damian Wayne x sunshine reader

(he’s still so broody but for reader he shows a tad bit more emotion!!)