#spoiler alert: they would

[youling-the-ghost]

I love how you can tell if someone is a new sfth fan or not by looking at their reaction to the kiss scenes.

If they're shocked and making gay jokes, they're probably a new fan.

If they're pointing out that it's Sam and Luke kissing again, they're definitely an older fan.

[katsinspats]

I think my copy of the game is broken they've been doing this for 30 minutes

Crop of the Biolizard edit I did bc it makes me laugh:

[dekariosclan]

[kunshokunsho]

can’t believe dragons rising hasn’t brought back the best character yet

[stellamarielu]

talk too much

declan o’hara x female reader

summary: you're painfully introverted causing your boss to go out of his way to meddle in your personal life in a desperation to feed his rather unprofessional infatuation with you.

content: fluff, mutual pining, workplace conversations, casual flirting, implications of cheating oops fuck off maud, just cutesy boss!declan who talks too much and shy!reader who keeps to herself but they both have a little crush on each other! very wholesome!

author’s note: just 3k words of mutual pining and workplace crush declan core. this request sparked my interest and i thought i’d write a little something for it🤷‍♀️ do with it what you will.

You were a quiet person. You preferred your own company and despised parties. Not to mention your hatred for public speaking and meeting new people. It had been that way since you were a kid, you just always kept to yourself; the textbook definition of introverted. 

When your degree in journalism landed you a job at Corinium Televison it wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for your career, but upon meeting Declan O’hara you were laying your apprehensions at the door.

He was charming, charismatic and confrontational. Your opposite in every way, yet you adored working for him. He was the kind of journalist you admired, the kind who would do anything for a story and push boundaries. You felt honored working alongside him.

He was an open book when it came to his job, willing to tell you anything you wanted to know and teach you everything there was to learn. As his assistant you spent most of your day listening to Declan talk, in the short time you had worked for him you felt like you could write a biography on his life– well his professional life at least. 

Declan on the other hand knew little to nothing about you. You were this quiet young thing that catered to his every whim, oftentimes knowing exactly what he needed before he even did. It amazed him how hard you worked; how knowledgeable you were, but how little you made your presence known. Anyone else half as good at their job would make it a point to be loud and obnoxious about their successes, but not you.

You were an anomaly to him. 

He watched as you sat across from him sorting through a heap of editorials and tabloids. You were silently working, as usual, but the lack of noise in the room was eating away at Declan. He needed to fill the emptiness, or perhaps he just wanted to hear your voice.

“Didn’t you mention you took a few classes in gender studies in school?” 

Declan’s question had your hands pausing their current task of flipping through news articles. 

How did he remember that? 

It was something you told him in passing. A whisper from your lips as he was scoffing at something sexist Tony said to another employee. You made a snide comment under your breath that only Declan caught which then led you to inform him of your choice of studies in college.

But that was weeks ago, and now he was casually bringing it up while you both looked over materials to help with the next taping of his show. 

“Just thought it could be helpful given the circumstances.” 

He was referring to next week’s guest being a morally corrupt and painfully problematic politician. 

“Yeah, I did.” You didn’t look up from the papers as you spoke. 

“It actually had me thinking about changing my major for a bit.”

You weren’t sure why you were delving into your educational history.

Then again, it was Declan.

He was always asking you questions, and you were always answering them. He had a way of making you divulge things, which made sense given the nature of his job and how good he was at it.

You briefly peered up at him to find his eyes already fixed on you. It was almost unnerving. 

Your lips quirked in an unvoluntary smile as you watched the man across from you grow interested in something as trivial as your collegiate experience.

It was funny how involved in the conversation he’d become. His hands were no longer holding newspapers, instead they were folded and resting gently on the desk in front of him. His eyes were focused on you from underneath his glasses– the ones he only ever wore while the two of you rummaged through articles on your lunchbreak. 

“Why didn’t you?” His question was genuine. The inflection in his voice and the way his stare stayed on yours had you squirming in your seat. It was silly really, how uneasy he made you feel. It was as if he were interrogating you when it was just one simple question. 

“Um, I don’t really know. I guess I was just so far into my major it felt like I’d have to start over if I switched directions.” 

You averted your gaze back to the papers on the desk, picking up the first headline you saw and pretending to scan the words on the page. 

“Well, maybe I’m biased, but I’m glad you stuck with journalism. Don’t know if I’d have you here if you didn’t.” His words had a certain spring to them, which was rare for most people to hear but you had gotten quite used to the welcoming tone. 

You just offered a warm smile as you kept looking over the materials in front of you, barely meeting his eyes that were still glued on you. 

It drove Declan insane, the way you would politely dismiss him when he tried to get to know you.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t held a conversation with you for longer than ten minutes. But for some reason it was all he wanted to do. He was fascinated by you. It was like he had this need to figure out every little detail about your life.

Why were you so hard to crack? More importantly why was he so infatuated with you?

Maybe it was because he had grown so used to being able to read everyone but he could never read you. It was like you had a way of sneaking through his expertise and he found himself obsessing on it; wanting to prove to himself and to you that he could make his way past the guard that you held up so tightly. So, he remembered every little detail you shared with him and took notice of even the smallest things you let slip through the cracks of your solitude. You may have been selective in your communication but it didn’t stop Declan from piecing you together. Every conversation shared between you had him filling in the puzzle bit by bit.

“I’m sorry if I talk too much.” Declan had turned his attention back to his desk as he apologized.

You stopped rummaging through papers to look up at him, a smile slipping onto your lips before an almost silent chuckle fell from them. 

“Well, isn’t that your job? To talk to people?” You were still softly giggling as you spoke.

The sound had a certain warmth spreading through Declan’s chest. Your laugh was such a delighted sound, so gentle and sweet– almost melodic. He was trying not to question the innate pull he felt toward you upon hearing the noise; tried not to listen to the little voice in his head that was telling him to say something else just to hear it again. 

“Yes, but not you. I’m not meant to be cross-examining my employees.” 

He cringed as the word employee left his mouth. He didn’t like referring to you as that. He saw you as more of an equal. The power dynamic between a boss and their employee was something that Declan wasn’t fond of. Plus, given the way his mind would often wonder to rather unprofessional thoughts about you, he felt much better about viewing you as just a coworker. 

“I don’t mind.” Your response was quiet as you offered him a soft smile. 

Although, that wasn’t the complete truth. You very obviously did mind. Both of you knew it.

You were always so apprehensive to chat with the man, but that was only because you had just a teeny tiny crush on him, and it made your already shy disposition seem even more withdrawn. If it were up to you, there would be absolutely no small talk between you. All you wanted was to avoid conversations with him so your attraction would eventually diffuse, but he made it nearly impossible by always insisting you join him in his office to help with projects. 

“Are you going out with everyone tonight?” Thankfully Declan was veering your conversation a different direction. 

“Oh god no.” After the words left your lips you almost clapped a hand over your mouth.

You didn’t mean to be so blunt, but every Friday a bunch of people from the office went out for drinks at Bar Sinister. They always invited you but you constantly turned them down. The idea of it sounded like your own personal hell.

Declan’s eyes shot up to you at the way you answered his question. He was chuckling at your brutally honest response, the sound of his laugh low and rough.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out that way… I just- I have plans.” You were fumbling out your words, trying to cover up your complete disinterest in after-work activities with your coworkers.

“Oh really? And what are these grand plans?”

Declan was prying as he always did and you felt compelled to answer even though there was no reason to be discussing your weekend plans with your boss.

“A movie night.” 

Your answer was short and simple. It had Declan raising an eyebrow.

“Ah a movie night. Sounds like a special occasion.”

“Very special. My couch and I are really looking forward to it.”

The sarcastic exchange made Declan chuckle yet again. You’d never seen him like this, so giddy and entertained by your words. 

“Well it sounds lovely. Wish I had more nights like that honestly. Can’t tell you the last time I sat and just watch a good film”

“You and Maud never watch movies?”

You weren’t sure why you brought his wife up. He had mentioned her a few times but kept their relationship private for the most part. Maybe bringing her name into the conversation was a subconscious way of reminding yourself that he was taken. 

“I can’t remember the last time Maud and I did anything like that together.” His voice was quiet as he spoke about his wife. You could almost hear a hint of resentment in his words.

Declan wasn’t expecting you to bring up Maud. At the mention of her name he realized something. He had stayed loyal to his wife for years while she cheated on him. He never touched another woman let alone looked at anyone with romantic intentions. But the way he thought about you– it was as if he might as well of been having an affair, and he didn’t even feel guilty about it. Maybe he had finally given up. Maybe the way that you looked at him, the way you talked to him, the mere thought of you, had him realizing that his marriage was doomed and there was still hope for him to start new with someone else. With someone warm, and kind, and passionate. Someone who shared his ideals and interests. Someone who would watch movies, criticize politics and discuss literature with him. Someone like you.

He forced himself to stop going down the rabbit trail of imaginary scenarios in which the two of you were romantically involved. He was quickly reminded of the fact that you worked for him as he watched you sitting across from him very clearly uncomfortable by his depressing commentary about his marriage. Not to mention you barely knew each other outside of work, he was being utterly ridiculous.

“What about you?” He changed the topic, grabbing a random newspaper off the desk and pretending to thumb through it as he continued his question.

“You have a special someone joining you for your big movie night?”

He couldn't help but inquire about your dating life. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't spent an ungodly amount of time wondering if you had a boyfriend.

“No, just me... maybe a few snacks.” You didn't bother to look up from your reading as you answered.

“No boyfriend?” 

“No boyfriend.”

At that, your gaze met his again. Your expression was curious and a bit tickled at his effort to dig into your personal life.

“I find that hard to believe.”

The two of you were looking right at each other. Declan let the comment fall from his mouth without really thinking. The furrow of your eyebrows in confusion had him realizing that he spoke the words out loud.

“Why do you say that?” Normally you'd let the conversation go, hoping you could just get back to work without any further discussion but you couldn't help but wonder what he meant by that.

“Well, it’s just…” 

Declan thought for a moment, figuring out how he wanted to proceed. Did he cross a line and tell you the truth or did he remain professional and clean up his mess before it was fully spilled out between the two of you. 

“You’re brilliant, and thoughtful, and beautiful.” His eyes were on yours as he spoke, deciding to take the chance of making things awkward and paying you a rather allusive compliment.

The way your expression subtly lit up when he called you beautiful had him thankful for taking the risk. It even gave him enough motivation to finish his thought. 

“I just feel like a young woman like you could easily get any man you wanted, that's all.” 

With that he had rendered you completely flustered. Thank God he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

Your eyes flitted down to the papers on the desk as you quietly murmured a “thank you”, unsure if you could make eye contact when you acknowledged his words. 

“I’m sorry if that was… “ Declan started to speak, but then quickly let the words trail off once he noticed you were throwing yourself back into work.

“I’m gonna shut up now.” He decided to finally let you have a moment of silence, retiring to the work ahead of him.

The two of you were quiet but Declan's mind was racing, he was worried that his comment had made you uncomfortable, and he had no idea how to fix it.

Then he looked up again and saw the shy smile that you were desperately trying to hide as you held documents in front of your face, pretending to read them. He saw the slight changes in your body language; the crossing and uncrossing of your legs, the fluttering of your eyelashes, the way your fingers were tapping against the papers in your hand. You were fidgety. Could it be his words that made you so flustered?

Declan couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on his lips at the idea of you being all ruffled over him paying you such a small compliment. It was cute– endearing even. He'd never seen you like this.

“One more thing.” His voice was once again filling the room.

You looked up with your eyebrows knitted in confusion, prompting him to go on. 

“If, for some reason, you ever find yourself going out with everyone one of these nights, let me know. I’ll join you.” He didn't look at you as he spoke, just kept his eyes trained on the work in his hand.

“We can have a drink, and you can let me annoy you with more questions without it disrupting your work ethic.” He continued to work as he aimed his words in your direction.

His invitation was casual and nonchalant but it had your smile growing wider. You were sure he was expecting you to turn him down the same way you did with everyone else, but the little devil on your shoulder, that rarely got its way, was desperately whispering in your ear to take him up on the offer.

“Next Friday it is.” Your voice was gentle but steady as you accepted his invitation.

At your words his head shot up and his expression was undeniably smug.

For some reason you suddenly felt nervous. It wasn't like it was a date or anything, half of the office would be there, but for some reason the thought of being with Declan outside of work had a fluttering sensation filling your stomach. 

“Perfect, I’ll hold you to it.”

He was flashing you a friendly wink, but it only added to the embarrassing way your body was reacting to him; blood rushing to your cheeks, stomach in knots, and a giddy smile threatening to take over your face. You had to force yourself to look back down at the words beneath you.

You were in trouble.

You could hardly hold a conversation with the man without stumbling over your words and swooning in his presence and now you were agreeing to get a drink with him? A drink, in a bar, with no work to distract you. But it was just as coworkers, right? Friends, and nothing more. He just wanted to get to know you because you worked for him. Yeah, that’s what you’d tell yourself so you could muster up the courage to not flake on the impending date with your boss who called you beautiful straight to your face. It was no big deal really. 

And then before going back to reading, you looked at Declan one last time only to see that he was the one focused on work now. But the soft smile lingering on his lips was impossible to miss.

my masterlist

[giddlygoat]

based on this au i made. don’t worry, i’m sure they’ll work it out

[happi-dreams]

I watched electric dreams finally !!!!!

It’s so good and odd but ohshdkebdkwbdhmehdh EDGARRR !!! EDGAR I LOVE YOUU !!!!!! ! ! ! ! YOU DESERVE BETTER !!!!!

When I saw the ending I SOBBED what the HELL,,,,,

[m-inntii]

[BEWARE!! SPOILERS FOR AMPHOREUS AND GAY MEN!!!,!,

MYDEI AND PHAINON YOU GAY LIL SHITS YOU AIN’ FUCKIN SLICK I SEE YA.

Phainon hesitating when leaving Mydei, wanting to help him before leaving anyway, and then being an anxious mess outside, being shown worrying about him every moment, like 😭

(also ignoring the fact iT’S FUCKING IMPLIED HE WAS GONG TO SACRIFICE HERSELF I THINK?? IDK TAKE MY WORDS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT CUZ I DIDNT UNDERSTAND SHIT ABT WHAT HE WAS GONNA DO BUT LIKE BRO SXPECT AN ENTIRE RANT TO HIM AT SOME POINT.)

Phainon SPECIFCALLY told Mydei NOT to come to his ceremony because he should heal up, and he still did ANYWAY cause he was WORRIED. LIKE- Self-deprecating and all that Mydei is sure but HE CAME TO HIS CEREMONY WHILE INJURED BECAUSE HE WAS WRORRIED FOR HIM LIKE…bruv you ain’ beating no allegations

Phainon beign the only person Mydei can truly spar without holding back, and eveN SPARRING FOR 10 FUCKING DAYS STRAIGHT ONCE??? WHAT???

ALSO THIS

LIKE OH MY GOD THEY CARE SM FOR EACH OTHEER KIKE BRO I’M CRYINg

also you cannot tell me that Phainon is depressed in some way. He lost his entire hometown apparently, his entire mission is fueled purely out of a want for revenge, and the only reason he took up the role of the chye so heirs is because it gave him a purpose like…lol he’s so depressed. Mydei please help your boy

ALSO APPARENT THERE’S A MEMORY CORE OF PHAINON BASICALLY CALLING MYDEI HOT??? LIKE??

[uhhlifeig]

First Words - Jan. 12th - word count: 249 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Moony,” Sirius mumbled, curled up on Remus’s chest. “Do you remember the first time we met?”

“Of course, annwyl,” Remus said, pecking his boyfriend on the forehead. “Why?”

“Well, I remember you being all quiet and stuff. Honestly, that’s really what stuck out to me about you,” Sirius said, looking up at Remus. “Weren’t the first words you said to me ‘fuck off’?”

“They were,” Remus admitted. “You were bothering my reading, though, so I think you deserved it just a bit.”

Sirius pouted. “Moony, how dare you accuse me of such barbarianistic behavior! The audacity you have…”

Remus grinned. “Padfoot, I distinctly remember that your first words to me were along the lines of ‘my name is Sirius Orion Black of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,’ you have absolutely no space to talk. I thought you were a posh prat.”

“I was a posh prat,” Sirius said. “Thought you knew that, Moons.”

“Yep, mhm. Also, barbarianistic isn’t a word.” Remus chuckled at Sirius’s indignant scowl, cupping his face in his hands and peppering his face with kisses. 

“Moony,” Sirius whined. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Remus asked innocently.

Sirius gestured at him the best he could. “That. That isn’t fair.”

Remus giggled.

The door burst open, revealing a panicked James and Peter.

“Moony, Pads, help us!” James screeched. 

“What do you need?” asked Remus a bit grumpily, extracting himself from Sirius. 

“We may have, uh, lit a door on fire,” Peter said sheepishly.

“What?”

[janitorjuliann]

alex rider is kind of the best tv adaption ever made, not bc its incredibly faithful but bc it has the strength of conviction to look at the books and say "actually half this shit kinda sucks lmao." it doesnt mock the books, but it also doesnt waste time with references to appease fans. it just confidently tells its own story, and is therefore 1000x better than any strict 1:1 adaption could be

[infinizero]

Danny as The Ghostly Informant TM except nobody realizes it's the same person

Danny after retiring, maybe because the portals are closed or maybe because he became Ghost Royalty or Important Ghost TM who told everyone not to come to Earth, decides to go travelling like or with Dani/Elle

Its really up to anyone whether it was reveal gone right after graduation and dude wants to find himself before doing the whole college thing or reveal gone wrong and is running away maybe in another dimension maybe in the same and Amity Park is a blind zone in any case he goes travelling

The first one he encounters is a more easygoing JL member maybe Flash maybe Wonder Woman trying to figure out how to defeat a Realms ghost so Danny, seeing them struggling, decides to help and either talks the ghost down or soups them

In both cases he opens a portal to the realms and lets them go back through.

They talk a little, Danny as Danny introduces Infinite Realms ghosts as they are trying his best to figure out if they also want to hunt down ecto-entities. The JL member would want to learn more so they exchange information details just in case something like this happens again

Around this time, a JLD member gets wind of the new Important Ghost around the area and needs to find out more about them. After scouting around a little, he finds a way to summon what seems to be a young protective spirit who seems close to the Important Ghost.

Spoiler alert: the protective spirit and Important Ghost are both Danny. All the time travel stuff are attributed to Important Ghost and the beating up other ghosts who come near a specific place to protective spirit. Bonus points if there is a misunderstanding that Important Ghost is protective spirit's parent that's why they beat up Pariah Dark

So they summon Danny as Phantom to ask questions and eventually get the ok to summon him again just in case they need to know things, with the understanding that neither will hurt each other (the JLD member also has the vague idea of asking Phantom to bring Important Ghost over to their side if another worldending thing happenes again)

Soon enough, Danny as Danny meets one of the younger JL adjacent teams (Teen Titans or Young Justice when they're babies? Maybe even Damian's team that I don't know the name of? Maybe the Outlaws?) and helps them out against one of his rogues.

If it's the same dimension, Danny sees that they are younger superheroes and/or not as connected to the government as the older ones, so he warns them about the anti ecto acts and being careful since being so close to death is very slowly making them more liminal/if they're liminal then tells them to stay away from GIW

If not the same dimension then he just gets talking to them about ecto-entities and does basically the same thing as the first JL member he met, eventually exchanging contact information

This pattern continues for a while as Batman receives reports from whichever Robin about ecto-entities being a thing and either holding a meeting because of the anti ecto acts or because there is an entire species that could destroy all of us by possessing Superman and none of you JLD thought to inform me???

At this point of time, most of the JL has met and some even asked for his help and they talk about the various things they've learned from their Informant(Danny) and because it's Danny they slowly get a full picture of everything because he talked about obsessions with one person and cores to another and so on so forth

They all eventually come to the conclusion that they should ask for more details from their Informant

Cue Danny being bombarded by text messages of all the people he's helped asking him about the Realms while being summoned as Phantom.

[roborain]

how many pesky birds are in this photo

Inspiration ^ (is it from mcsm?? Idk I’m not in that fandom-yet)

[maiyuyuns]

not the first todraw this but… hi are there any eden garden fans here (wanna be oomfs idk uhm i like to multiship…..) we can brainrot together

[aprito]

sos month 2024 day 4: if only you knew "What you said earlier — that you despise this life, wishing you weren't here... Is that true?" "If only you knew."

Thinking you have to choose between your years long planned and prepared defection and your last minute friend who kind of means everything to you now but wouldn't just up and leave with you has got to suck.

[squish--squash]

this tends to happen to me an unreasonable amount...

[buttfart57]

Wwyd if I yuri’d your yaoi… 😳