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aryxchse · 26 days

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school president and the troublemaker. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n ; hello ya'll it's ya fav daughter of hera writer, this fic is written while i listened to my 'old bts songs' playlist, you know i'm talkin' about you just one day!!!

warnings : cursing, teenagers (that's should be a warning), this is writed by according to my countries school rules so deal with it, also grover, y/n, annabeth and percy are my favorite gang fr, rival-ish friends to lovers??, percy beating the shit out of some guy, mentions of staring, blood, no kiss on the lips ugh

"i fucking hate mondays," the son of poseidon whined, crossing his arms on his desk and leaning his head on them.

the first two class was history, which it didn't made anything better for him. he was a math guy, he didn't liked reading and stuff. but you and annabeth seemed to really enjoy it, even though annabeth is literally dislexic while your adhd was messing with your head.

grover sighed in front of him, leaning his head back until it rested on percy's desk. "i know right?" he said, fixing his green beanie. annabeth and you sighed, rolling your eyes at the two lazy boys.

"oh please, today's class is about mythology. i'm going to fuck that bitch up," annabeth said, smiling at you. you smiled back, knowing how much she hated your history teacher.

"you're fucking every teacher beth." percy yawned next to you, looking at the blonde girl. "they all hate you at this point for real."

"don't care," annabeth shrugged, looking like she was proud of herself. which she was. "they should educate people with truth, not a fucking lie."

"speak louder queen!" you agreed with her, while taking notes to your clipboard. there was a lot of shit going on in this big ass school, and you didn't know why you wanted to be a president of it this much.

at the beginning of the year, percy told you that you shouldn't get ahead of yourself—meaning that you guys can get expelled any day. but it never happened, it was yours second year in this school. three demigod's and one satyr, in the same school for two years. they should write and teach this in history too!

you had a way of talking out of problems, so whenever you four caused a trouble, everyone acted like nothing happened because of the mist. you controlled it in some type of way, because you wanted to be a president of some school before you become an adult.

back to now, percy peeked from your shoulder to see what you were writing on the clipboard.

— TO DO LIST —

visit the art, music and sport club to see if they need anything ✓

send the principal the needs of the clubs ✓

hang the new concert posters to schools board ✓

check if the p.e class needs anything

meeting with the other members at 13.00, lunch break

take the list of needed books in the library and hand the list to principal ✓

help the teachers or principal with the paperwork or sending them to where they should go ✓ (done for today)

you tapped your pen on the clipboard, focusing on the tasks you haven't done yet. percy sighed next to you, getting overwhelmed with how much work you had.

percy and annabeth was in the president club thingy with you, annabeth was the leader of the library club while percy was the sport clubs. they handed you the lists you writed on your clipboard. percy joined you to skip some classes and spend some time with you while annabeth just liked to be in charge.

"i didn't know we had a meeting today," percy whispered to you as the bitchy history teacher came into class. you rolled your eyes at the boy, putting the clipboard away to open your history notebook.

"i literally texted it in our groupchat. but you decided to ignore it and write 'what are we doing after school tomorrow?'" you reminded him. percy was about to answer you, but the teacher started yelling.

"alright kids, today we're learning about the twelve olympians and their wars!"

the four of you tried your hardest to not laugh, instead sharing side-eyes.

"man, for the first time this class will be fun," percy said, resting his cheek on his palm.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the class was indeed fun.

annabeth had so much fun fixing the teacher's every mistake while the rest of you tried not to laugh. but you took notes anyway. you wrote the notes in ancient greek for the gang to copy from you, since they had dislexia and couldn't read.

"you're the best," annabeth said, kissing your cheek as you handed her the notes. you smiled, blowing a kiss to her way as a response. grover sat next to annabeth while eating a vegan sandwich, and percy was trying to get a drink from the machine.

"ya'll have any more cents?" percy asked, angry at the machine. you sighed and stood up, giving a good kick to the machine. it started working again, dropping percy's blue coke with some snacks. you smiled at him, flipping your hair while you returned to your seat.

"like i didn't know how to do that," he murmured, taking his drink with his now free snacks. he gave the chips to annabeth while handing the m&m's to you. he took the fish cracker to himself, holding it in his mouth to open his coke.

there was this little table at the end of the corridor, right next to the food machine. it was you guys usual spot, and everyone knew it. except the lunch times at the cafeteria, you four always hanged around here.

annabeth rested her back against the wall, laying her feet on top of grover's lap. the satyr didn't mind, since they usually sit like that. your seat was in front of annabeth, as you rested your head against your palm, taking a support from the wall. percy leaned against you, putting his whole weight on you while he eated the fish crackers messily.

you paid no attention to him as you wrote something on your clipboard again. "did we have anything missing in p.e class? like some new basketball's?"

annabeth looked up as she thinked for a moment. "the new one we got apperantly blowed up, at least that's what james told me." you groaned, smashing your head -gently- to the table. "i fucking hate basketball team."

"same," grover said, eating percy's now empty diet coke. "they're like hydra's."

percy laughed at that, making a fist bump with grover.

"when was the meeting again?" grover asked after the laugh session with percy. you groaned again, head still on the table. "read the fucking group chat for gods' sake!"

"man, chill." grover raised his hands in defeat. annabeth closed her own notebook while handing you yours. "thanks babe." she said, patting your head gently. you only made thumbs up to her, leaving the notebook on the table.

percy sighed and sat straight, putting your notebook in your bag. he held you by the waist and made you lean to his shoulder, taking your clipboard away from you. "you've already done almost everything here, the others are useless." he said, voice soft.

you hugged percy's arm to support yourself and annabeth slightly smiled to herself. as your chin rested on top of his shoulder, you looked at the clipboard. "i know but the p.e class is worst than everything i did there, it's so tiring."

"i can help you, you know." he said, putting the clipboard on the table and looking at you. you pulled yourself away to look in his eyes. how those ocean eyes can held so much care in them?

"but you hate checking p.e class," you said quietly, hands still lazily on his bicep. he smirked, putting his own hand on top of yours.

"if it's going to make you shut up, then i'll be glad to help." he teased, and you can see it in his expression. you only rolled your eyes, smile betraying your fake annoyance.

"wow, what a nice man you are percy jackson." you complimented, patting his bicep. he flexed them while he gave you a cocky look. "i know pretty."

"i'm gonna throw up," annabeth said, still smiling. grover nodded, gagging playfully. you both sticked your tongue out to them, chuckling.

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"that's it, i'm not fucking letting you help me through the p.e class check again." you hissed, making percy sit on the infirmary bed.

he fucking had a fight. apperantly some guy from the soccer team checked you out in that pretty school skirt of yours, and percy noticed it. you didn't know why he was this protective or annoyed when it camed to other guys, but now you had to deal with his bloody lip and eyebrow.

"he was fucking you with his eyes, what i was gonna do? give him a view?" he snapped back, his normally sweet shade of sea green eyes now as dark as a storm. you hated when percy looked at you like this. his hatred was easier to see. it wasn't towards to you, it's never towards to you. but you can't help but feel like you're being attacked too.

"nothing, percy. nothing!" you said, your own eyebrows furrowed. no one was in the infirmary because the school sucked at being responsible. you made sure to point this to principal too.

luckily, your best friend was a demigod, who can heal with water. but unluckily for you, there was no water near. so, you had to caress his wounds like the old ways. still, he healed much faster than a mortal could.

the moment alcoholed cotten touched his lip, he hissed. "what the fuck you mean nothing?" he said, but his voice wasn't loud. "you- you had a crush on him or something?" the last sentence camed out his lip weak.

you rolled your eyes at the boy, who's now had a worried expression on his face. you couldn't understand why, but he looked like he could cry if you touched him. "don't tell me you have a crush on that fucking asshole. you can't be serious, i mean- have you seen hi-"

"percy shut up for gods' sake!" you yelled and he jumped. it made you feel a bit bad, but he was not making any sense. you stopped wiping the blood and cleaning the wound on his lip, now starting to put some bandages on it.

"i don't have a crush on the guy, i don't even know who he is." you explained, now wiping his eyebrow. he didn't flinched on this one, instead he was focused on you. "but you can't just attack people just because they're looking at me."

"he wasn't looking, y/n/n. he was literally-"

"fucking me with his eyes, i know." you shushed him gently with your words, your eyes holding too much care in them. weren't you questioning his eyes back then?

you were standing in between percy's legs, and you both were face to face, even though he was sitting. his expression was soft once again, and his eyes shined like always. you held his chin gently while carefuly treating the wound. "but he didn't dared to do anything, did he?"

"i would like to see him fucking try." he hissed.

"believe me, he wouldn't." you assured him, now bandaging him once again. he had a confused look on his face, but one side of him telled him you were right. "those guys like that can do nothing but stare."

there was a silence between you two now. percy kept sitting on the bed while you put away the first aid kit. after that you camed back to your previous place in between percy's legs, hands resting on his thigh.

he gently held your wrists in return, thumbs caressing the place gently. the boy was in the other infirmary in school, since they didn't want to put him in the same place as percy. you wondered how was the boy, because percy was literally about to kill him.

"how am i gonna get a boyfriend if you keep attacking the boys around me?" you joked, and for the first time, percy didn't laughed. he still looked down on your now intertwined hands, looking like he was in some kind of a trance.

you didn't want a boyfriend anyways, you wanted percy. the joke was to lighten the mood, but to also see his reaction. you we're having suspicions or delusions lately, about him liking you back. and you wanted to get a real answer for yourself.

luckily for you, percy was about to give you one.

"i don't want you to have a boyfriend, to be honest." he whispered, his forehead resting on your shoulder. your cheek -you didn't know why- immediatly found it's place on his head, smelling the salt water scent he had.

"why? you wanna keep me to yourself?" you chuckled, asking what you wanted to ask for a long time in a jokeful way.

"yeah, actually." he said.

you frozed. you wanted to keep your actions as warm as possible for him to not think you would ever reject him. you did wanted to get some real answers, but not stomach flipping, toe curling and cheek blushing one like this. your heart beated so fast that you thought you we're having a heart attack, and your breath hitched.

"what?" you managed to ask softly, and your voice felt like an angel to his ears.

"i'm sorry i-" he choked in his own words, afraid to face you. he still kept his head on your shoulder, in fact; he nuzzled into your neck a bit. "i don't want to ruin our friendship, but... in some way i do."

you chuckled, and he felt like the weight on his shoulders lifted.

"i kinda want that too," you whispered back, hands now caressing his bicep. his hands find their way onto your waist, holding you firmly close to himself. his heart was about to pop out from his body and met with yours, just chilling inside your body instead of his. weird way to express what he was feeling, but percy was never good with words anyway.

"yeah?" he breathed out, his smile can be heard from his voice. your own smile matched his, so bright that sun would be jealous. "since when?"

"oh man, i don't want to answer this." you joked, and he laughed. that's the react you've been waiting for. "you'd think i'm obsessed with you."

he raised his face from your neck to look at you, his eyes shining as bright as the sky now. you loved how his emotions reflected in his eyes, making him not be able to hide anything. you knew him better than anyone else anyways, he was always an open book to you.

"oh please, i don't have the right to judge you when i'm this whipped." he said, making you laugh. "we're we even friends this whole time?"

you laughed harder. "you know what? i think the fuck not." you answered through giggles. "we we're just two idiots who pretended to be friends."

as you both laughed there, to your whole situation, percy hugged you tight. an air escaped your lips in suprise, but you were quick to hug him back.

"you don't have any idea how relieved i am right now," he mumbled to your neck, leaving a few light kisses there. your hands caressed his raven hair, massaging the scalp. "i love you, so fuckin' much."

"i love you too, seaweed brain." you said back quietly, kissing on top of his head.

he was about to kiss you on the lips when annabeth and grover barged in.

"finally you idiots!" annabeth said, crossing her arms and resting her back on the door frame. grover put his arm on her shoulder, smirking.

"it's about fucking time, eh?"

#haha #what is this #can u say the end is rushed??#i didn't know where to make them confess #i just want some k drama type of shit with my bae percy #percy jackson #percy x you #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #pjo tv show #annabeth chase #grover underwood

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willthespy · 4 months

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*riptide starts playing*

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angelsdean · 5 months

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I need people to understand how S&P (standards and practices) works in television and how much influence they have over what gets to stay IN an episode of a show and how the big time network execs are the ones holding the purse strings and making final decisions on a show's content, not the writers / showrunners / creatives involved.

So many creators have shared S&P notes over the years of the wild and nonsensical things networks wanted them to omit / change / forbid. Most famously on tumblr, I've seen it so many times, is the notes from Gravity Falls. But here's a post compiling a bunch of particularly bad ones from various networks too. Do you see the things they're asking to be changed / cut ?

Now imagine, anything you want to get into your show and actually air has to get through S&P and the network execs. A lot of creators have had to resort to underhanded methods. A lot of creators have had to relegate things to subtext and innuendo and scenes that are "open to interpretation" instead of explicit in meaning. Things have had to be coded and symbolized. And they're relying on their audience to be good readers, good at media literacy, to notice and get it. This stuff isn't the ramblings of conspiracy theorists, it's the true practices creatives have had to use to be able to tell diverse stories for ages. The Hays Code is pretty well known, it exists because of censorship. It was a way to symbolize certain things and get past censors.

Queercoding, in particular, has been used for ages in both visual media and literature do signal to queer audiences that yes, this character is one of us, but no, we can't be explicit about it because TPTB won't allow it. It's a wink-wink, nudge-nudge to those in the know. It's the deliberate use of certain queer imagery / clothing / mannerisms / phrases / references to other queer media / subtle glances and lingering touches. Things that offer plausible deniability and can be explained away or go unnoticed by straight audiences to get past those network censors. But that queer viewers WILL (hopefully) pick up on.

Because, unfortunately, still to this day, a lot of antiquated network execs don't think queer narratives are profitable. They don't think they'll appeal to general audiences, because that's what matters, whatever appeals to most of the audience demographic so they can keep watching and keep making the network more money. The networks don't care about telling good stories! Most of them are old white cishet business men, not creatives. They don't care about character arcs and what will make fans happy. They don't care about storytelling. What they care about is profit and they're basing their ideas of what's profitable on what they believe is the predominate target demographic, usually white cis heterosexual audiences.

So, imagine a show that started airing in the early 2000s. Imagine a show where the two main characters are based on two characters from a famous Beat Generation novel, where one of the characters is queer! based on a real like bisexual man! The creator is aware of this, most definitely. And sure, it's 2005, there's no way they were thinking of making that explicit about Dean in the text because it just wouldn't fly back then to have a main character be queer. But! it's made subtext. And there are nods to that queerness placed in the text. Things that are open to interpretation. Things that are drenched in metaphor (looking at you 1x06 Skin "I know I'm a freak" "maybe this thing was born human but was different...hated. Until he learned to become someone else.") Things that are blink-and-you-miss-it and left to plausible deniability (things like seemingly spending an hour in the men's bathroom, or always reacting a little vulnerable and awkward when you're clocked instead of laughing it off and making a homophobic joke abt it)

And then, years later there's a ship! It's popular and at first the writers aren't really seriously thinking about it but they'll throw the fans a bone here and there. Then, some writers do get on the destiel train and start actively writing scenes for them that are suggestive. And only a fraction of what they write actually makes it into the text. So many lines left on the cutting room floor: i love past you. i forgive you i love you. i lost cas and it damn near broke me. spread cas's ashes alone. of course i wanted you to stay. if cas were here. -- etc. Everything cut was not cut by the writers! Why would a writer write something to then sabotage their own story and cut it? No, these are things that didn't make it past the network. Somewhere a note was made maybe "too gay" or "don't feed the shippers" or simply "no destiel."

So, "no destiel." That's pretty clearly the message we got from the CW for years. "No destiel. Destiel will alienate our general audience. Two of our main characters being queer? And in a relationship? No way." So what can the pro-destiel creatives involved do, if the network is saying no? What can the writers do if most of their explicit destiel (or queer dean) lines / moments are getting cut? Relegate things to subtext. Make jokes that straight people can wave off but queer people can read into. Make costuming and set design choices that the hardcore fans who are already looking will notice while the general audience and the out-of-touch network execs won't blink and eye at (I'm looking at you Jerry and your lamps and disappearing second nightstands and your gay flamingo bar!)

And then, when the audience asks, "is destiel real? is this proof of destiel?" what can the creatives do but deny? Yes, it hurts, to be told "No no I don't know what you're talking about. There's no destiel in supernatural" a la "there is no war in Ba Sing Se" but! if the network said "no destiel!" and you and your creative team have been working to keep putting destiel in the subtext of the narrative in a way that will get past censors, you can't just go "Yes, actually, all that subtext and symbolism you're picking up, yea it's because destiel is actually in the narrative."

But, there's a BIG difference between actively putting queer themes and subtext into the narrative and then saying it's not there (but it is! and the audience sees it!) versus NOT putting any queer content into the text but SAYING it is there to entice queer fans to continue watching. The latter, is textbook queerbaiting. The former? Is not. The former is the tactics so many creatives have had to use for years, decades, centuries, to get past censorship and signal to those in the know that yea, characters like you are here, they exist in this story.

Were the spn writers perfect? No, absolutely not. And I don't think every instance of queer content was a secret signal. Some stuff, depending on the writer, might've been a period-typical gay joke. These writers are flawed. But it's no secret that there were pro-destiel writers in the writing room throughout the years, and that efforts were made to make it explicitly canon (the market research!)

So no, the writers weren't ever perfect or a homogeneous entity. But they definitely were fighting an uphill battle constantly for 15 yrs against S&P and network execs with antiquated ideas of what's profitable / appealing.

Spn even called out the networks before, on the show, using a silly example of complaints abt the lighting of the show and how dark the early seasons were. Brightening the later seasons wasn't a creative choice, but a network choice. And if the networks can complain abt and change something as trivial as the lighting of a show, they definitely are having a hand in influencing the content of the show, especially queer content.

Even in s15, (seasons fifteen!!!) Misha has said he worried Castiel's confession would not air. In 2020!!! And Jensen recorded that scene on his personal phone! Why? Sure, for the memories. But also, I do not doubt for a second that part of it was for insurance, should the scene mysteriously disappear completely. We've seen the finale script. We've seen the omitted omitted omitted scenes. We all saw how they hacked the confession scene to bits. The weird cuts and close-ups. That's not the writers doing. That's likely not even the editors (willingly). That's orders from on high. All of the fuckery we saw in s15 reeks of network interference. Writers are not trying to sabotage their own stories, believe me.

Anyways, TLDR: Networks have a lot more power than many think and they get final say in what makes it to air. And for years creative teams have had to find ways to get past network censorship if they want "banned" or "unapproved" "unprofitable" "unwanted" content to make it into the show. That means relying on techniques like symbolism, subtext, and queercoding, and then shutting up about it. Denying its there, saying it's all "open to interpretation" all while they continue to put that open to interpretation content into the show. And that's not queerbaiting, as frustrating as it might be for queer audiences to be told that what they're seeing isn't there, it's still not queerbaiting. Queerbaiting is a marketing technique to draw in queer fans by baiting them with the promise of queer content and then having no queer content in said media. But if you are picking up on queer themes / subtext / symbolism / coding that is in front of your face IN the text, that's not queerbaiting. It's there, covertly, for you, because someone higher up didn't want it to be there explicitly or at all.

#long post #LONG-ass post #but it needed to be said!#i'm sorry if you think every creative involved with spn was a braindead asshole but the thing is.#even the most mediocre of writers understands a thing or two abt symbolism and writers working in TV are plagued by S&P #countless writers have talked abt the S&P bullshit and having to tweak and edit down their work to get past censors #it's a reality of writing for television #and the people who understand all this and understand the context of making TV in the early 2000s (to present tbh!) aren't 'delusional'#i'm sorry but it's naive to think that queer stories and queer characters are free to be told even nowadays. it's still a constant battle #times have changed but unfortunately not as much as you'd think #the confession !!!!! the confession still struggled to air and what we got was so obviously hacked down to bits!!!!!!#how can anyone think getting destiel content into the show was ever easy?#how can anyone think the pro-destiel writers weren't constantly having to be careful and underhanded in their writing?#there's a reason queercoding and subtext exist and it's this!!! it's censorship from TPTB #anyways. people much older than me have been talking abt this for ages. younger fans who are used to more open queer rep need to understand #it hasn't always been that easy and even nowadays SO many networks are still not willing to take a risk on queer stories #so creators do what they can #vic.txt

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isolophilian · 3 months

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the mild panic in Luke's eyes when they say they know who the lightning thief is

#bro had war flashbacks #bro was SWEATING #bro was ready to confess #bro trembled #i just want to shake him violently and scream what the fuck at him sometimes #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo tv spoilers #isoceratops

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backintimeforstuff · 5 months

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the x-files being a questionable and incomprehensible sci-fi show about ufos but also genuinely one of the greatest and well-written love stories ever told. is. sometimes too much to handle. the duality of it all. it shakes me to my core.

#thinking about this today actually #txf #they didn't have to go so hard with it and YET #would i have it any other way ??#ABSOLUTELY NOT #all of my respect to the terrible tv show about little green men that also occasionally has shakespearean-level love confessions in it #<3

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butterflysonnets · 3 months

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yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

#eve text #elmike #stranger things #byler #only tagging byler because i feel like yall will like this take lol #tagging tagging tagging WHAT ARE EVERYONE ELSE'S THOUGHTS #god i can't believe i'm making a post about stranger things. this feels like poking a bear #i'm not particularly anti m*leven but like... they'd have to do something pretty special at this point for me to feel like it's viable #i'm seeing the bts of s5 and it's got me Having Thoughts #elmike friendship is something i am so passionate about #even before i ever liked byler (didn't ship at all until s4 even though i knew it was a thing before) i've felt this way about elmike #i always believed they were close friends at heart and needed to break up #the romance part of them felt very distinctly young and very much “he was a boy she was a girl” to me #and it hasn't deepened into anything more mature and i don't see how it could based on the current state of the writing...#the fact that lumax exists — a young relationship that is actively maturing and is healthy — makes that clear to me #and the “love confession” in s4 and how disingenuous and miserable it felt was just the nail in the coffin #also the fact that will (who is IN LOVE with mike) was instrumental in making it happen? ... uh... okay... interesting choice…#fucked up and reductive if they make it another queer unrequited love sacrifice for the sake of pushing the heterosexual agenda YUCK #so i really hope the speculation about a m*leven breakup is real!! i think it just makes sense for their characters but who knows #i don't believe in the notion of love at first sight or one true love and i think the writers don't too???#love to me is an accumulation of experiences and we inevitably choose it at some point rather than fall into it... but idk #tv is so fixated on keeping couples together... sometimes it's just not reality guys especially with young people... LET IT GO...#like i said though i'm not 100% sold that they're going to give up their “golden couple” LMAO #stranger things hasn't historically subverted too many tropes if i'm being honest #anyway i seriously need this season to come out quickly... i'm so bored and getting my master's is crushing my soul #i need frivolity #ALSO btw i won't respond to hateful messages about this so please don't bother. it's not that serious. this is a netflix show

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screenshotsonpinterest · 4 months

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Me: guys we have to be normal about percabeth these actors are just kids and the story evolves from them being friends and it’s important to not sexualize a story for kids

Also me: they’re in love bitch

#both can be true #they’re so cute and I love their developing friendship but of my lord they’re so cute #bitch they’re in love #them being soaking wet and confessing to each other is sooo percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo ep 5 #a god buys us cheeseburgers

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ninacarstairss · 3 months

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can we talk about luke explaining to percy and that there are rules the gods can’t break and demigods can and percy’s shouldn’t they be as afraid of us as we are of them because we can break the rules they can’t and can we talk about percy’s stop saying we and luke’s that’s the word zeus fears most because that was insane. the writers really took the last olympian’s core and laid it all out from season one

#these writers are seriously chefs kiss #like seriously no one is doing it like them #they took percy’s fatal flaw and showed it in every possible way even before we find out what it is #they took the solstice deadline and said fuck this just so they could have poseidon surrender to save his son #they took luke’s confession and added annabeth to it #they took grover and gave him a flower as his searcher’s license #yes that counts as a major change for the better #pjo #pjo tv #pjotv #percy series #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #rick riordan #riordanverse

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pandalikeelf · 2 years

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season 2, episode 1: the curse of cornelius sigan

#basically merlin's love confession #merlin #bbc merlin #colin morgan #arthur pendragon #king arthur #bradley james #merthur #gaius #richard wilson #television #tv show #tv series #celebrities #fandom

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sixth-light · 7 months

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really feeling like we've hit the point in the Wheel of Time season where a lot of analysis rests nearly entirely on whether people trust what the showrunners are doing or not, which means that it's more or less impossible to have some conversations until the season is over and we can assess it based on what it actually did

#biiiiiig flashbacks to people thinking they'd left Tam's feverish confession to Rand out #because it wasn't at the point in the season they thought it should be #wot tv show #wheel of time

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theinfinitedivides · 4 months

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what is it with all of these married DILFs showing up in heavily queer coded roles recently. why did God tell them to do that for me

#tv: the devil judge #tv: sweet home #tv: vigilante #the devil judge #sweet home #sweet home 2 #vigilante #vigilante kdrama #ji sung #kim mu yeol #kim moo yul #yoo ji tae #kdrama #local gay watches k-dramas.txt #Kang Yo Han. Cho Heon. Kim Young Hoo.#confession that i have not watched Sweet Home so that tag is based off of the gifs that flattened my ass last night but still #these are the shows that i can remember off the top of my head and we've got two bisexuals and one mlm leaning like what is this

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milarebloom · 6 months

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Movies and books please stop having friends realising they're in love with the friend that confessed first after a long time

It's giving me hope, and I can't have that

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lucasbarr · 1 year

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incorporeal-entity · 2 months

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WoF TV show is Back!!!

#wings of fire #wof #wof discussion #wof tv show #wof fandom #wings of fire fandom #wof animation #wof confession #wof event

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dinogoose · 1 year

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the way he shows me that i’m his (and he’s mine)

“Pythagorean's are actually the ones who coined the term ‘mathematics’,” He rambles when suddenly Eddie’s calloused hand is cupping his face, his thumb brushing Buck’s cheek as Eddie stares at him with an intense focus.

Buck stops talking- stops breathing -for fear of ruining this moment.

Then Eddie pulls back, clearing his throat, “You- uh- had an eyelash.” The older man says, his ears going a little pink.

(or, eddie keeps finding reasons to touch buck.)

The first time it happens Buck thinks nothing of it.

Okay well, that’s a lie, he has a slight freak out and panic texts Maddie until she threatens to block him, but afterward he decides it was no big deal.

It’s the middle of a q- uneventful shift, and everyone’s strewn across the loft. Buck and Eddie both find themselves on the couch, side by side as usual.

Buck’s on a long-winded rant about the history of math (he can’t help it, he’s read everything he can after obtaining his mathematical ‘powers’),

“Pythagorean’s are actually the ones who coined the term ‘mathematics’,” He rambles when suddenly Eddie’s calloused hand is cupping his face, his thumb brushing Buck’s cheek as Eddie stares at him with an intense focus.

Buck stops talking- stops breathing -for fear of ruining this moment.

Then Eddie pulls back, clearing his throat, “You- uh- had an eyelash.” The older man says, his ears going a little pink.

Buck thinks he might be having an aneurysm.

“…Thank you,” Buck says, mind reeling from such a simple touch. Friends don’t tenderly remove an eyelash from your face… Do they?

He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts.

“Anyways…” He starts, a little awkwardly, his face still on fire, “The word comes from the ancient Greek and it means ‘subject of instruction’-“

—

Eddie continues to give out these casual touches more and more often with each passing moment. Each time Buck convinces himself that they don’t mean anything. They’re friendly gestures from Eddie, ones he’s been dishing out for years.

Except these feel different. More… intimate. The way Eddie looks at him, intense and raw, makes Buck think something may have changed.

But, unfortunately, because he’s him, he doesn’t believe it. He’s convinced he’s looking too deep into things.

That is until an unassuming Friday night.

He and Eddie are sitting on the couch, drinking beers, and enjoying some shitty Tom Cruise action movie. The movie is about halfway through when Eddie begins to obnoxiously yawn.

As Buck’s about to call him out on the blatantly faked yawn Eddie stretches his arms up slowly, fully extending them before lowering his right one to lay on the back of the couch. Directly behind Buck. So direct in fact that Eddie’s arm is pretty much embracing him, the warmth of it seeping into his neck.

And Buck… Well, Buck has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing because Eddie, Edmundo Diaz, just laid the moves on him, using one of the oldest tricks in the book.

Part of Buck wants to say something, maybe even turn his head slightly and just kiss this ridiculous man, but he’s waited this long, so he can wait a little longer. Patience is a virtue or whatever.

Plus, he’s loving this.

So instead he sinks back, subsequently pushing himself into Eddie’s arms, and lets himself enjoy this.

Neither move for the rest of the movie.

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After this incident, there’s a shift between them. Not one they address, but one they both know has occurred.

Eddie continues to grow bolder with his ‘moves’ and Buck indulges a need he has had for years, which is needing to relentlessly flirt with Eddie.

He gets another opportunity to indulge himself on a cold afternoon (Well cold is relative, to be honest, Buck’s always cold so when the AC is on he’s freezing.)

His shift is nearing the end, so he’s sat at the station's table, idly reading, while also wishing his muscle mass would be more of use.

Chim’s in the kitchen talking with Bobby, the latter enthusiastically discussing wedding plans, while Chimney looks a little overwhelmed.

Buck hears Eddie slide into the chair next to him, but pays him zero mind, trying to figure out how to warm up.

He begins rubbing his hands together, attempting to get any sort of friction so he can hold onto that heat, or maybe start a fire between his palms (though logically he knows that’s impossible-). He silently curses the universe for giving him the most god-awful circulation.

But as he’s sending that silent curse, his hands are being grabbed softly, now held between Eddie’s hands. Eddie’s very warm hands.

He lets out a relieved sigh.

“We need to get you those chemical hand warmers Chris was talking about, because this is becoming a problem, Buckley. It’s not even remotely cold right now.” Eddie teases, still holding Buck’s hands.

“Or maybe I can bring you with me everywhere as a personal heater,” Buck says playfully, leaning into his touch.

Eddie looks up at him through his eyelashes, a smirk on his lips, “Is that all I’m good for?” He challenges Buck scoffs letting a smile of his own play on his lips.

“I’m sure you’re good for plenty.” He’s feeling a lot warmer than he was before, heat running through his veins.

One of Eddie’s brows quirks, “High praise.” He comments sarcastically, Buck rolls his eyes at him.

Eddie keeps his hold on Buck’s hands and uses his thumbs to rub his joints, the movement soothing.

Eddie looks up at him, catching his gaze, and they start an intense staring contest. Buck is searching his eyes and finds the same love and devotion he feels being reflected back to him. He knows, and he knows Eddie knows.

So now all they need to do is talk about it. Which isn’t exactly either of their specialties. Although recently they’ve been getting better at being more honest with each other, his recent striking accident allowed them both to open up about how they were feeling.

He opens his mouth to say something, confront what’s been brewing between them head-on when he’s interrupted by Chimney loudly shouting across the room,

“Hey! Not where we eat!”

Which causes them to break apart, a blush high on Buck’s cheeks.

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Everything finally comes to an end the next day in Buck’s loft.

He and Eddie both had the day off, and Chris was over at a friend’s house, leaving them alone with one another.

If you asked anyone in his life, they’d tell you Buck was oblivious, and often unaware of his surroundings, making him clueless and clumsy most days. Buck resents this notion but understands where it comes from.

However, with Eddie, and with the relationship they’ve been cultivating, he knows. He knows how he feels, and knows exactly how deep his love runs for Eddie. How Eddie is his home, he’s his person. He’s not helplessly unaware, and though it’s taken them a while to get there, they both know it’s going to happen.

He and Eddie find themselves inside his kitchen, the island separating them.

“So…” He begins, not quite knowing how to breach this. (Confessing to your best friend you’ve been in love with him for years is shockingly not familiar territory for him.)

“So…” Eddie repeats, a small smile gracing his lips, letting Buck know he knows exactly where this is headed.

“I’m about ninety percent sure we’ve been flirting with each other these past few weeks,” Buck states, holding eye contact with the older man.

Eddie tilts his head, “Ninety percent?” he questions cheekily, Buck shoots him a look, “Okay fine, yes, I’ve been flirting with you. What are you going to do about it?”

Buck steps around the counter walking until he’s inches from Eddie’s face, his breath ghosting the brunette's face.

“I want you, Eddie. I’ve wanted you for years, but you already knew that” He pauses, licking his lips. He watches Eddie follow that movement.

“What do you want, Eddie?” Buck asks, breathlessly.

Eddie looks away for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before he turns back to Buck, his gaze powerful and burning, “You. I want you.”

Buck closes the gap between them, using his hands to lift Eddie’s jaw to meet his own. The kiss immediately deepens, years of pent-up emotion spilling out into this one action.

He pushes Eddie back into his counter crowding over him, tongue pushing into his mouth. Eddie tastes like spearmint and something purely him, and Buck is pretty sure he could get drunk off of him.

Eventually, regrettably, they need to breathe, so they break apart panting.

Buck doesn’t let go of his face, instead, he begins to stroke Eddie’s cheekbones with his thumbs. Eddie hums in confusion,

“What are you doing?”

Buck smiles mischievously, “You had an eyelash.”

Eddied glares at him, but the blush creeping up his neck gives him away. Buck can’t stop himself from laughing.

“I’m sorry!”

“See if I ever flirt with you again,” Eddie says, turning trying to step out of Buck’s hold. Buck doesn’t let him.

“I think you will…”

“Oh really?” He asks incredulously.

“Yeah… ‘cause you love me.” Buck drawls. The eye-roll he receives is so powerful Buck is sure it had to have hurt.

“Possibly,” Eddie grumbles, and Buck beams at him.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

Eddie's face softens, and he slumps forward in Buck's arms. Buck kisses the top of his head, still reeling from their confession.

They did it, they got there.

(here it is, the silly ‘making up excuses to touch you’ fic. hope you enjoyed!)

#tv: 911 #buck x eddie #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #911 fanfic #love confessions #buddie 911 #fanfic

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