#Soldier Boy swearing was like music to my ears lol

[justjensenanddean]

Soldier Boy | The Boys, 3x07 “Here Comes a Candle to Light You to Bed”

[wayward-dreamer]

Enrapture

Square/s Filled: Mirror Sex - @anyfandomgoesbingo​ Custom The Boys card

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 4,000

Summary: Y/N is a P.A on the Solid Gold music program, and is excited for Soldier Boy's appearance. She hopes to catch his attention for a few seconds, but doesn't expect him to take such an interest in her.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, Soldier Boy being a Grade A asshole, drug use, A WHOLE LOTTA SMUT: dirty talk, degradation, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, brief female masturbation, brief mention of glory holes, nipple play, mirror sex, hair pulling, spanking, unprotected sex (SB pulls out), hand job, cum swallowing. EXTREMELY NSFW 18+ ONLY. A touch of narcissism, more assholery.

A/N: I am officially OBSESSED with how this turned out, so I hope you guys like it! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy​ (sorry not sorry for killing you lol)

Y/N had always prided herself on doing her job in a timely manner and doing it correctly.

When she was hired as a P.A for the Solid Gold segment at one of the major television stations, it was unexpected to say the least. She had applied, but considering the entertainment industry was so male dominated, she was sure it was going to slip through her fingers. Then one day she got the call that the job was hers, and she never looked back after it. There was never a dull moment on the set of the music program, especially when supes were invited to join the hour. Sometimes they would be surprisingly good, and other times it was clear they were just there to fulfill their duties from talent management at Vought American.

When Y/N found out who was coming into film their appearance that day she tried not to implode with excitement. Soldier Boy would be at the studio, and she had made sure to clip her gold Soldier Boy inspired pin to her blouse, in the hopes that he would notice if she got to meet him.

“Do you know when he’s gonna be here?” one of the other P.A’s, Josh, asked her as soon as she arrived in the studio.

“He should actually be here soon,” she informed him, grinning.

Just as Y/N picked up one of the walkie-talkies and clipped it to her thick belt, her head whipped around as the sound of heavy boots coming down the hallway reached her ears. She stepped forward, an enamoured smile pulling at her lips as she noticed the swagger with which Soldier Boy walked into the room. His eyes met no one’s as he passed by, an entourage behind him, chattering quickly as they followed him to the assigned dressing room. She saw a small flash of his green suit before he disappeared around the corner, her heart beating fast with the exhilaration of seeing him in the flesh.

She had only ever seen him on television appearances or his old movies that she loved to watch with her parents, but never just mere inches away. She couldn’t wait to tell her family; they were going to freak out.

“That was so awesome,” Josh breathed, stunned by the supe’s presence.

“I kn-” she was about to agree when they both jumped, seeing one of their co-workers being shoved out of the dressing room, his back hitting the wall.

“Did no one get the memo about iced?!”

Y/N eyes widened as she heard the booming voice of the beloved supe echo across the studio. Everyone was in shock as they looked at each other, unsure of what to do. She gulped as she saw her boss stalking towards her, his pace frantic as he pulled her aside.

“He’s in a mood, so I need you to go get an iced coffee from that coffee shop down the street,” he instructed her, glancing back to the dressing room before he looked at her again, “and uh, make sure the ice isn’t melting by the time you get back.”

“Bill, it’s a hundred degrees outside, it’s gonna be melting as soon as I get out of the store,” she hissed, her features pulling into an annoyed expression. He had to come to her with this? Seriously?

“I don’t care what you do, just do it,” he countered, glaring at her. With that as his last word, he left.

“Fuck,” she gritted out between her clenched teeth, picking up her purse from where it was hanging from the chair.

She knew she had to move quickly lest someone else get yelled at unnecessarily. She was nothing if not professional and she wasn’t about to let the needless display of entitlement from Soldier Boy change that.

She’d leave that out when she retold the events of her day to her family.

Y/N hurried down the hallway, biting her lip as she looked down at the iced coffee swishing inside the clear cup. She moved as fast as her heeled boots could take her, stopping in front of the dreaded dressing room, taking a deep breath. From the other cup in her hand, she dropped a few of the ice cubes from the top into the coffee, throwing the rest in the trash nearby. Fixing her thick belt around her waist and fluffing her hair, she tapped her knuckles against the door three times.

“What?”

She held her breath as she opened the door, slowly, offering a polite smile even though she only saw the back of him. “Just brought you this, sir.”

She walked in, her eyes widening in shock as she saw him bent over the make-up table, inhaling deeply as he raised his head, wiping under his nose. She placed the cup down and stepped back, ready to leave, only to cringe inwardly as he stopped her.

“Hold on,” he muttered, pushing his chair back and facing her, his green eyes staring up at her from where he sat.

He lifted his hand, covered by fingerless red gloves, and picked up the coffee. He took the straw out of it and removed the lid, his eyes never leaving her as he took a sip. She clenched her fists at her sides and felt her stomach turn, trying not to let her nerves get the better of her as she felt like he was assessing her with his intense gaze. She tried not to look at him, but his perfect green orbs were incredibly distracting.

“At least someone got the fucking message,” he stated, his voice deep and rough as his stare never faltered, placing the cup in the holder on his chair.

She huffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “Is there anything else you need, sir?”

His head tilted slightly as he observed her body language, her squared shoulders, head held up high. “You don’t seem like the other people here.”

“What makes you say that?” she asked, frowning.

“Well for one you can look me in the eye without fucking stuttering,” he replied, his eyes locking with hers. “I do like confidence in a woman.”

“Just doing my job, sir,” she countered, clasping her hands together, not letting him intimidate her.

One side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze roaming up and down the length of her body. “And you’re doing a mighty fine one, doll. I’m sure there’s plenty of others you’re good at too.”

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine at his words. She knew what he was implying, and she should’ve been disgusted, but she found herself having the exact opposite reaction as she squeezed her thighs together under her skirt. He had clearly noticed that as his gaze dropped down to the fabric of her skirt when it shifted, making her cheeks heat up. Slowly, he stood up from the chair and took two short strides towards her, his body close to hers. He glanced down at her blouse, his fingers plucking at the pin, shaped like his shield, before looking deep into her eyes.

“Someone’s a fan,” he remarked, the charming smirk once again gracing his features. “That pin’s rare, hasn’t been produced since the 50s.”

“It was my father’s,” she stated, as she met his gaze. “My family… we’re big fans.”

That seemed to impress him, his eyebrows raising in approval. “Well, I appreciate that.”

Y/N undid the pin, cursing under her breath as it fell out of her hand. She knelt, picking it up from near the leg of the table, brushing off some of the dirt that was coating it.

“It was easier to get you on your knees than I thought it would be.” He looked down at her with a smug grin pulling at his lips, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge. “So long as you’re down there, why don’t you show me one of those jobs I just know you’re a fucking pro at?”

Y/N gazed up at him, her eyes briefly flicking down to the front of his suit, watching his hand pull the zip of the pants down before she met his eyes again. She could see the shape of his cock, making the blood rush to her cheeks. With a small smirk of her own, she shifted closer to him, reaching through the zip and taking out his cock. She wasn’t sure what came over her to do it, but considering how much she had always liked the supe, she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t help but be intrigued by him. A choked gasp left her as she took in the length of his shaft, her hand wrapped around his thick girth, slowly stroking him. He was petty and probably had the biggest ego of the supes, but she found it hard to give a damn with his cock in her palm. She pumped her hand a little faster, her fingers forming a ring under the head and twisting slightly, causing a soft grunt to leave his lips. He was getting hard in her hold, making her squeeze her legs together once more.

“Come on, sugar, put that mouth to good use,” he ordered, his voice deep and rough as he looked down at her.

She leaned forward, dropping her saliva along the length of his cock, softly sucking at the tip, licking at the pre-cum. She took him into her mouth, a soft choke escaping her as the head pressed against her throat. She pulled back slightly before sinking her mouth back down, building a steady pace, bobbing her head back and forth, circling her tongue around the tip every time she drew back.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the noise turning into a dark chuckle as he closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

“Y/N, we need you in studio B,” her radio cracked, interrupting the moment.

Holding his hand out, she fumbled to unclip the walkie-talkie from her belt and pass it to him as she continued to move along his length. Pressing the button, he stared down at her with a smirk as he spoke. Her hands came up to assist her mouth, stroking the base of his cock, his green orbs boring into hers.

“She’s got her hands full right now,” he muttered, turning off the radio and throwing it over his shoulder, hearing it clatter against the floor.

His gloved hands slipped into her hair and guided her head down, a long moan vibrating against his shaft as he pressed into the back of her throat. He fisted the strands of her hair and pulled her back, a harsh gasp leaving her as her lungs burned, breathing heavily. He growled as he brought her head back down but kept her still, thrusting his hips forward. A glugging sound left her as he continued fuck her throat, spit collecting at the corners of her mouth. Tears pricked her eyes as she gagged lightly, her eyes never leaving his. They spilled down her cheeks as the pressure built in her throat, causing her mascara to run.

“Fuck, doll, your mouth’s a fucking dream,” he husked, his hands firmly holding her head in place. “Taking my dick so good…”

She moaned around him as her hands moved to cling to his hips, needing something to hold onto, but he clicked his tongue in disapproval, making her glance up at him.

“Spread your legs, sugar,” he ordered, grunting at the feel of her lips around him, “get that pussy fucking drippin’ for me…”

Y/N shifted slightly, pulling up her skirt enough to open her legs, her hand slipping under the waistband of her cotton panties. She ran her fingers through her folds, feeling how wet she was already, pressing them to her clit and running them over in tight circles.

“Christ, your mouth’s fucking perfect,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he held her head still. He looked down at her with hooded eyes, smirking as his fingers scraped against her scalp. “Maybe I should take you back to Vought, use you as my own, personal glory hole, huh? Have you suck me off every night… every morning… keep your slut mouth full of my spunk. How’s that sound, doll? Want to be a good little slut for me?”

Gathering her hair in his hands, Soldier Boy pulled her back once again, a harsh groan escaping her as strings of her saliva extended from his cock to her mouth. Her gaze grew dark as she looked up at him, somehow getting more aroused than she thought possible at the idea of what he just suggested.

“Up,” he ordered, tapping his hand against her cheek as he stepped back.

Y/N stood up gradually, her legs wobbling as she tried to steady herself. Before she could completely recover, he grabbed her hips and bent her over the table, kicking her legs apart and pulling her hips back as her hands pressed into the surface, supporting her weight. He roughly pushed her skirt up her thighs, their eyes meeting in the mirror in front of them. He still wore that smug expression as his hands reached the front of her body, gripping the middle of her blouse and yanking it hard, the fabric shredding to expose her breasts. He pulled down the cups of her bra, roughly tweaking her nipples between his fingers and pinching hard, causing a loud moan to slip out of her mouth.

“You like that, dollface?” he asked, grinning as he repeated the action over her left, only harder, a little more painful.

“Yes, fuck,” she gasped, dropping her head forward as her eyes squeezed shut.

He chuckled, the noise sounding almost sinister to her. “Someone likes a little pain…”

He tugged at the edge of her panties and pulled, ripping them off her lower body as easily as her blouse. Taking hold of his cock, he smacked the tip against her folds, a low moan leaving her as she anticipated what was coming next. In one swift move of his hips, he was buried deep inside her, a grunt falling from his lips as he felt her walls completely sheath his length.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, his hand squeezing the flesh of her hip. “Sucking my dick got you nice and wet, so fucking perfect…”

The pace he set was slow but hard, every harsh thrust pushing air out of her lungs, the table shaking from the force. She moaned softly as she lifted her head, her breath fogging up the mirror. His hips smacked against the curve of her ass, his hands once again in her hair as he held her still.

“How’s it feel, sugar?” he asked, leaning over her slightly, his gaze meeting hers in the reflective glass. “Like having my dick fucking you deep and hard, huh? I can see it in your eyes, and your face says it all…”

“Yeah,” she cried out, nodding frantically.

He hummed in dissatisfaction, pulling at the strands of her hair roughly, making her squeal as their eyes stayed locked on each other. “Gonna need a little more than that, dollface. Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” she whimpered, continuing to look at him through the mirror. “Feels so good, sir.”

A loud, wanton moan erupted from her as he picked up the pace, the top of the mirror banging into the wall behind it with the impact of his hips. His thrusts were brutal, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix as he moved deep within her, one hand still in her hair as the other lifted above the globes of her ass, bringing it down hard. She practically screamed as she stared at her reflection, barely recognizing herself through the euphoric glint in her eyes. She was completely enraptured by him and the pleasure coursing through her. It should’ve been painful because of his strength, she should’ve left before he had the chance to stop her, she should’ve been repulsed by the entitlement she had heard, but in that moment she was too far gone to care. She whimpered as he leaned over her once again, his lips close to her ear.

“Tell me what I wanna hear, sugar,” he whispered, his pupils blown wide with lust and the drugs he had before she came into the room.

“Feels so good, sir… so perfect,” she moaned loudly, her nails scraping against the surface of the table. The items on top started to roll off, dropping on the floor as it continued to shake under them, but she wasn’t bothered. If someone had told her that morning that this would be happening, she wouldn’t have believed it. “So perfect, sir.”

He smirked, his teeth nipping at the shell of her ear as his flippy locks fell into his face. “Again.”

“Your cock feels so perfect, sir,” she repeated, a smile of her own pulling at one side of her lips.

“Louder,” he grunted, squeezing the right cheek of her ass in his hand.

She raised her voice as she did as she was told, but squealed as his hand struck her again, the impact against her flesh causing her legs to quiver.

“Louder,” he groaned, tugging on the strands of her hair again, “I want everyone in that studio to hear how much of a fan you really are…”

“Your cock feels so fucking perfect, sir!” she yelled, her eyes shutting tightly.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, chuckling as he stood upright, thrusting hard against her. “God, your pussy’s taking me so fucking good, can feel how close you are.”

Y/N’s erratic breathing continued to fog up the glass, her walls clenching tight around him, and she knew she was almost at the peak of pleasure. She could feel the familiar heat deep in her core, a loud whimper escaping her as he pounded into her. The build-up wasn’t long, and before she realized it, she pressed her forehead against the mirror as a breathy shriek left her, the dam breaking as her slick covered his shaft.

“Fuck, doll, you soaked my cock,” he growled, suddenly pulling out and grabbing her arms, “down on your knees, wanna feel that mouth around my dick again, cum down that throat. Can’t have any surprises now… with anyone else, maybe.”

Y/N didn’t have a second to process what he said as she knelt on the floor, wrapping her lips around his cock and bobbing her head back and forth. He pressed his hands into the back of her head, the weight helping her sink down on his shaft.

“That’s it, sugar,” he husked, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “Keep jerking my cock, make me cum.”

She pulled back, wrapping her hand around his shaft and pumping her wrist up and down swiftly, her mouth open and waiting as she moaned. His eyes squeezed shut as he threw his head back, a strained yet guttural moan escaping him as his cock throbbed in Y/N’s hand. She whimpered as ropes of his cum covered her tongue and lips, her mouth closing around the tip as she sucked, softly. She took everything he had to give, gulping as his seed slipped down her throat, before she drew back.

“Fuckkkk,” he rasped, grinning as he stepped back, turning away from her. He grabbed the box of tissues off the floor and placed them back on the table, taking a few to clean himself off, disposing them in the trash.

Y/N stood up on shaky legs, glancing at her dishevelled state in the mirror. She pulled her skirt down and fixed her bra, methodically doing what she needed to because she couldn’t think straight. She wiped her mouth and hands with the tissues and patted her hair down, making sure it was decent before she had to step back out. She had no idea how she was going to look anyone in the eye now, after they had no doubt heard her getting thoroughly fucked by Soldier Boy.

“Ben, what the fuck’s taking so long?!” they heard someone yell before the door burst open, the man they called The Legend standing in the threshold. He took the scene in front of him, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Seriously?”

“Get that fucking stick out of your ass,” Soldier Boy, Ben as he was really named, snapped, glaring at him. “You’ve walked in on worse.”

“Believe me, I know and really wish I could forget,” The Legend countered, shaking his head as he walked out. “Be out there in five!” he called out.

She turned away and picked up some safety pins, managing to mend her blouse back together, hiding the pins inside. From the corner of her eye, she saw Soldier Boy zip his pants up, his hand combing through his flippy locks before he picked up his helmet, placing it on his head.

“That sure was something, dollface,” he stated, looking at himself in the mirror, avoiding her gaze now.

She watched him admire his face in the mirror, smirk, his perfect teeth on display as he winked at himself. He shifted back and picked up the iced coffee from the cup holder in his chair, taking a sip. He cringed as his eyes closed, his nostrils flaring before he opened his lids, his pupils blown wide from the drugs and his simmering anger. The ice had obviously melted by now.

“Mind running out and getting another?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, but there was a slight edge to it now that wasn’t there before. Dropping the cup in the trash, he fixed the collar around his neck, before tapping her shoulder as he walked past, his eyes still averted from hers. “Thanks, darling. You’re a peach.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched tight as she squared her shoulders, her features pulling into a deep frown as she watched him leave, without so much as a glance her way. She didn’t know why she expected him to look at her but considering he couldn’t take his eyes off her as he pounded her into next week, a quick glimpse in her direction would’ve been nice. She collected herself, picking up her walkie-talkie from the floor and clipping it back on her belt. She looked down at the Soldier Boy pin that she loved, lying on the table, the reality of what just happened making her pick it up and throw it in the trash. Her family didn’t need to know.

She didn’t glance back at the room as she closed the door, her boots echoing in the hallway as she made her way to studio B. She stood in the shadows, clipboard in hand and headset on, ready for the flashing red light to turn off and recording to start. She watched Soldier Boy’s eye wander to the dancers and rolled her eyes as she saw him smirk. The charisma was oozing out of him, something that would’ve floored her before their dressing room encounter. Truthfully, she was ashamed to admit it still did even if she saw him differently now.

The bell rang as the red light switched off and signalled the start of the recording, making her look down at her schedule. She was perfectly fine with missing the show.

It’s Solid Gold! Starring Marilyn McCoo, with Solid Gold recording stars Kim Carnes, The Oak Ridge Boys, Waylan Flowers and Madame, the Solid Gold dancers, and very special guest, Soldier Boy!

She was going to do the job she was assigned to do. The one she was good at and prided herself on. She had other duties than just making sure the talent was taken care of, so those were the ones she was going to do, not take orders from Soldier Boy. No matter how much of a fan she used to be.

But she found her resolve slipping as she lifted her gaze to see him performing.

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Home: Chapter Six

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing, THIS PART HAS SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED but it is very soft 

word count: 3.2k

dress featured: x

a/n: this part was gonna be super fluffy and lovely but of course i cant do that so it’s quite angsty lol sorry. BUt Percabeth make an appearance and we love them so I think that evens it out :) I also apologise if there are any mistakes I wanted to get this out ASAP because I have exams coming up :( pls comment it genuinely makes my day i get so happy when people comment, anyway enjoy!

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Azriel wasn’t entirely sure he would ever get over ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, or any other Marvel movies for that matter, having cried when Bucky was revealed, or when Pietro died making you practically piss yourself with laughter as you muttered something along the lines of “Just wait.”

When the sun began to rise you had turned the laptop off, pulling him in tightly as you pulled the thick duvet over you and proceeded to snore softly with your head pressed over his heart and your other hand reaching out and clutching your favourite soft toy. He thinks he maybe got three hours of sleep, but he laid with you the whole morning, addicted to the heat emitting from you and the way the whole room seemed to be resting as you slept, the breeze swaying the curtains matching that of your gentle breaths and the plants drooping as they too relaxed.

When you did wake, Azriel found his way between your legs, determined to wake you up properly. Your soft cries were like music to his ears, and he made you cum three times before you were pushing his shoulders away, shaking from over-stimulation, and climbing on top of him, sinking down slowly, letting yourself feel every inch. As he sat back, his hands resting on your waist to guide you when you became breathless, holding tightly and occasionally thrusting up into you when the pace became to slow for his taste. You reached a hand to his wings as his thumb found your clit, and you kissed sloppily as you searched for release.

Soon, you fell on top of him as he grunted, hips stalling as you whined into his open mouth. He slowly pulled out and wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, the two of you laying silently simply enjoying the others presence. You soon looked up at him and gave him a breathless smile, pecking his jaw, before swinging your legs over the side of the bed and grabbing a robe of the floor. You made your way to the record player and filled the room with the sound of the Bee Gee’s, Azriel closing his eyes and letting the foreign sounds consume him. You sat down at your vanity and started putting on your jewellery, all the movements practiced, and he cracked open an eye watching you string necklaces with crystals hanging from them around your neck. He laughed as you sang along to the song, flirty eyes catching his as you swayed from side to side.

“More than a woman…” you sang softly as you pulled lacy panties up your legs and rubbed fruity lotion into your legs and hands, waving your hands to dry them before pushing of numerous rings. He sat up in bed, watching you intently as you moved to your wardrobe and pulled out a pretty off-the-shoulder, white dress with frills and faint flowers decorating it. You dropped your robe and pulled on the dress, shaking your hair out and turning to walk over to him. The golden light from the window coated you and you look like you belonged in the Day Court as your skin was cast in the glow, it seemed to weave around you alike a halo and he was struck by how angelic you looked.

“I’m gonna go wash my face,” you said, pressing quick kiss to his lips and giggling sweetly when he tried to chase your mouth for more, pulling away and leaving the room, blowing a kiss in his direction.

He stood, a love-drunk smile on his face as he went about finding his boxers from the night before and pulling them on, grimacing at the tight fit, before he wandered to the drawer you had pulled them from, laughing when he found men’s joggers as well and pulling them on. When he turned to find a top he was instead greeted by a middle-aged man in running gear. He reached for truth-teller, moving into a fighting stance, his shadows swarming around him menacingly and silently begged that you would stay in the bathroom to avoid seeing any blood.

“At ease Azriel, I won’t hurt you.” The strange man said, not actually looking at him and instead typing furiously on his phone.

“How did you get in here?” Azriel asked gruffly, assessing the man to see if he had weapons.

The man waved a hand through the air dismissively, “You are not supposed to be here you know.”

“What do you mean?” He was still uncomfortable at the fact the man knew his name, and now he was insinuating that he knew that Azriel wasn’t from this world.

“Stupid Aphrodite and her hopeless ideals messing up the routes so you could meet (y/n). The fates won’t be happy if you don’t return soon, and even worse Persephone will lose it if she thinks her daughter has been dragged into any messy situations like this, so you boy, are going home, come on.” He beckoned to Azriel, but he didn’t budge.

“Who are you?” He demanded as the man rolled his eyes.

“Hermes, messenger God, now come on I don’t have all day.”

“What did you mean by the fates?”

Hermes sighed deeply, muttering something about a pay raise under his breath before he finally looked up at Azriel. “Some soulmates simply just aren’t meant to meet I’m afraid, why do you think we wrote so many tragedies. If a Greek is born lucky enough to have a soulmate they will likely be from another world, and that means they cannot be together. I know you think she is your mate, but she must stay here, she’s not even immortal it would be cruel. I told Aphrodite to not let you two meet and that it would just end in heart-break, but she didn’t listen, felt bad for the girl or something, but either way you need to leave now.”

Azriel opened his mouth to reply but couldn’t find the words, you really were his, his mate, but now he was being told that he couldn’t be with you. He tried to reply again but before he could you were floating back into the room, smiling widely when you saw Hermes.

“Hermes, long time no see. What calls you to my humble abode?” you asked, moving to Azriel’s side and laughing when he still didn’t put down his dagger, “It’s okay Az, Hermes is actually one of the nicer ones.”

Hermes laughed at the compliment, but sadness shone in his eyes as he looked upon you.

“You look happy,” he said, a regretful look suddenly over-coming his features, yet Azriel couldn’t feel any sympathy for the man that was going to hurt his mate.

“I am.” You said, gazing up at Azriel with soft eyes, and Hermes placed his buzzing phone in his back pocket.

“My child, it’s time for Azriel to leave,” he said softly, your head whipping around to look at him.

“What?” The sharpness of your tone surprised Azriel. He had grown used to your soft side that spoke to flowers and baked homemade bread, but now he was remembering the broken part of you that was part God and build walls up in seconds. He placed a hand on your lower back as the room suddenly shuddered under your power, all plants awakening.

“You two were never meant to meet, Aphrodite just wanted you to meet him after your fall, but she forgot that he would have to return, I’m so sorry.” Your eyes filled with tears as you tried to make sense of what was happening, snarling at the God.

“No but this has nothing to do with the Gods, it- he got here on his own, we met by chance,” You were shaking as you tried to explain, sadness and confusion battling anger, and Azriel thought he could hear his heart break.

“I’m sorry child, I have to take him back. He only got here because of Aphrodite.” You were shaking your head, tears flowing freely now, gripping his arm and Hermes approached.

“NO, no there must be another way, please don’t take him from me! I need him, I love him, please don’t do this!” Hermes, shockingly, also appeared to be close to tears as he rested his hand on Azriel’s shoulder, his body going numb as he was pulled from you, unable to fight back.

“(y/n), baby, I’m sorry, I’ll figure this out okay I promise. I’m not leaving you here.” He didn’t think he would ever feel this much pain again as he watched the woman he loved sob, trying desperately to hold onto him as he was pulled from her world, the image of her collapsing to her knees as he was wrenched from her grip becoming imprinted in his mind.

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He was gone. He was gone and you were alone again.

The scuffed wooden floor below you was cool as you pressed your forehead against it, sobs racking your body. You pushed yourself up and sat against the wall, checking the time on the clock. 15 minutes. You would cry for 15 minutes and then you would get him back. To many times you have just accepted your fate, but you couldn’t this time, you and Azriel met for a reason there had to be something. You wouldn’t let the anger and fear swallow you again.

When 15 minutes had past you forced your self to stand, wiping your eyes with your hand before searching for tissues. When you had blown your nose, you found an old notebook and grabbed your pen. A list, a list would organise your thoughts, you could find a loophole something had to work. You wrote down every theory you had, every book you would have to look in and every person you had to ask, sniffling, and rubbing the tears from your eyes. When you were done you found the backup burner phone you kept for emergencies and found Annabeth’s number. She picked up on the third ring and you took in a shaking breath.

“I think I need your help.”

--

Hermes left Azriel on the outskirts of Velaris, strangely back in his Illyrian leathers, he had apologised again, true sadness shining in his eyes, but Azriel just growled as feeling returned to his limbs. Hermes looked as if he wanted to say something but decided not to and with that left.

As Azriel shot off the ground he was struck with a sharp pain in his chest, as if being apart from her was physically paining him. He flew over his home, the city he had grown to love but even the feeling of coming home couldn’t distract from the cold that was seeping into his bones. He would destroy the Gods themselves before he let them take you from him and he fought a snarl as he pictured the hell he would make them pay for making you cry.

He landed outside the town house but before he could even open the door the wind was knocked out of him as Cassian barrelled into him in what was either a really rough hug or a tackle, it was hard to tell with Cassian sometimes.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN IT’S BEEN WEEKS?!” he winced as Cassian yelled right in his ear, shoving him off him as the rest of his family, minus Amren, surrounded him. Feyre was next to hug him and he returned his High Lady’s embrace, when she pulled away he met Rhysand’s eyes, and he saw the sadness in Azriel’s, shocked as Azriel rarely let any emotion show on his face.

“C’mon lets go inside,” Rhys said, outstretching an arm for his wife. Mor, holding Nyx, followed them in and Cassian who was still glaring at Azriel grabbed his arm and tugged him in, grumbling under his breath about how Azriel hadn’t even sent a letter.

When they were all sat, including Amren who apparently just couldn’t be bothered to come greet him as she knew he was coming her way anyway, Feyre asked him what happened. His eyes instinctively found Elain where she sat huddled in the corner of an armchair, and as he took in her spectacular beauty, all he could think of was how no one compared to you. No one compared to your callused hands that had seen many fights and handled many weapons, or your scarred back that only proved how strong you truly were. No amount of beauty could ever compare to you when you had completely stolen his heart, it didn’t help that you were also the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

He paused, a small part of him wanting to keep you a secret as he feared Cassian’s flirting and the prospect of losing the woman he loved again, but as he looked upon where Cassian sat with nothing but worry for his brother in his eyes, Nesta perched next to him, back straight as usual but a hand in his brother’s, he realised he was being ridiculous. He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath, fiddling with his hands as he told his family everything.

--

Percy had forgotten how much he loved (y/n)’s cottage. It always smelt of cinnamon in winter and roses in summer and it usually had the second-best homemade goods her had ever eaten, their only flaw being the lack of blue food colouring. But he didn’t have time to dwell on how he had missed the house too much as Annabeth pulled him through the door and into (y/n)’s kitchen where she sat staring with the blank look on her face that Percy knew meant something had gone horribly wrong. She looked up when they entered and stood, practically falling into Annabeth’s arms, hugging her tightly before Percy tugged her into his own, a hand resting protectively on her head. She had always been like a little sister to him even though she was only a few months younger than him, and consistently beat him in training exercises. The first few months after they escaped Tartarus, he had brought her meals and held her when she sobbed and threw up due to nightmares, helping her through the trauma and trying not to throw up himself when Annabeth applied the ointment Will had given you to her back. When she told him of the fraught relationship she had with her father he decided that she needed someone who would be like family and had practically adopted her after they defeated Kronos, the seven, Nico and Will becoming the loving family she had always wanted.

When she pulled away, he nudged her to sit down as Annabeth started preparing chamomile tea for her in the hopes of relaxing her.

“What happened kiddo?” he asked softly, and she huffed a laugh at the nickname. He smiled when he remembered her reaction when he first said it.

“We’re literally the same age!” She threw her hands up as he laughed at her reaction.

“Doesn’t matter you’re technically younger than me.” He argued as she glared at him playfully before waving her hand, laughing when he was strung upside down by a thick vine encircling his ankle.

“Right that’s just unfair!” he laughed before adding “kiddo,” at the end, flipping her off when she rolled her eyes and let him fall and land in a heap, sitting up and rubbing his elbow.

“Rude.” He muttered but she just laughed, picking up the swords she was training with and moved to continue with her training.

They sat and listened as she explained what had happened, taking small sips of her hot tea as she went. When she finished Percy let out a soft curse.

“So Hermes just took him?” Annabeth asked, her eyebrows furrowed in a way Percy knew meant her mind was going a million miles an hour.

She nodded sadly, “there has to be something I can do right? I was finally making progress; I watched all three Iron Man movies with him.”

“That’s a lot of red,” Percy noted, and she bit her lip, nodding sadly.

“What if I never see him again?” She asked, the way her voice broke hit something inside him as he remembered how much it sucked being separated from Annabeth.

“You will.” Annabeth said with such certainty, Percy expected this faerie boyfriend to appear in the seat next to him. Annabeth lifted her bag and started pilling the books she had brought with her and (y/n) stood and moved around her living room, grabbing ones of her own.

“I figured old myths of my mum might help, y’know forbidden love and all,” she said the joke not quite reaching her eyes, but Annabeth nodded.

“I thought the same, but I also figured maybe something to do with Eurydice and Orpheus given he went to the underworld to get her back when they were separated.”

“Didn’t they both die at the end?” Percy asked and (y/n) laughed sadly.

“Shush,” Annabeth said, passing him a book and highlighter. He groaned.

“Why did I agree to this?” He asked but no one answered, and he looked up to see the two women already reading, determination covering their features, so he instead cracked his neck and picked up his own book.

--

Almost 10 hours later you slammed your book down in frustration, wiping your eyes roughly.

“Nothing, there isn’t one thing here. Either I do something stupid and we both die, or I need to find a way to be allowed to live in his world half the year and this one the other half.” Your shoulders slumped, “And that’s presuming I ever get to see him again, and then! Even then, I have what 70 years with him if I’m lucky. That’s nothing to him, he’s fucking five hundred years old.”

Annabeth looked up sympathetically, one hand woven in Percy’s hair as he slept with his head in her lap.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think this has ever happened before. We might have to start looking elsewhere.”

“I just miss him. I know it’s not even been a day, but he was my soulmate, Hermes said so, he thinks I didn’t hear, but I did and now my chest actually hurts now that he’s gone. He’s gone and I don’t think he’s coming back.” You didn’t know how you had any tears left but they were flowing down your cheeks, hot against your cold hands as you wiped your face.

“You will, I promise we’ll figure something out, even if we have to go to the Gods themselves.” Annabeth smiled at you.

“WAIT!” Percy jumped up suddenly, surprising you both, given he appeared to be sleeping. “The Gods, (y/n) you never got your reward.”

“What?”

“After the battle and the fall, you were offered a reward, but you said no because you sensed you would need it in the future. This is the future you need it now you can be with him!” Percy was practically running circles around your living room, gesturing widely as his arms flailed but Annabeth had gone wholly still, doing the math in her head.

“He’s right, that could work.” You felt hope rise in your chest as Annabeth spoke, “But you would have to be specific, if we’ve pissed off Zeus he’ll try trick you, he’s kinda like a genie.” You let out a genuine laugh.

“I think I need to visit my mum,” you said, eyes bright with hope.

“But it’s September.” Percy said, and you gave him a pained smile, grimacing as you realised where you were going.

“I think Nico and I are overdue for a family dinner.”

[incorrecttwoset]

Lesson time with Dani:

I think the lesson we all learned here today is that I probably shouldn't look down on kpop too much. But then, I have listened to a lot of vocaloid and read along with the lyrics which get pretty intense sometimes. I would give examples but Prof. Nic has gone through many a phase and I cannot remember all of them. (And some i dont want to remember)

So, lets get on with the... songs? Pieces? Lyrics? Shall we?

1. Opera: Verdi - La Travita, Aria: Sempre Libera (Always Free), Character: Violetta. Lol i seriously thought that this was a pop song I havent heard of. But when i realized how this game was gonna go, aka when they revealed that it was opera and a translation thing, i stepped up my guessing game. But like SERIOUSLY THOOOOO. Who could've known? (Probably the singer or a person who actually understands the language) But damn son. Quiz-sama ain't playin aROUND.

2. Pop: Arianna Grande - Imagine. When i read the lyrics, i knew iMMEDIATELY. Why wouldn't I when I live with a sister who blared this fucking sing day in and out. (No offense sis, no offense Arianna) But like, when i saw that Twoset thought this was an opera? Oh bOI. Thank goodness I'm great at controlling my reactions. Because fam, I would've laughed my ass off in disbelief like what the fuck. I'd understand Brett's ignorance but Eddy too? Damn. (Brett's lofi intensifies)

3. Pop: Billie Eilish - . I honestly thought that this was like- okay, my thought process had phases. First sentence I thought "okay this sounds like that one Arianna Grande song." When I got to the "set fire" part, I thought "adele?" And then when i read "burn", i thought "is this that really old song? The "and im gonna let it burn burn burn" thing?" As you can see, all my song guesses were wrong. At least I got the genre. And like me, the bois were learning. (Cue that bear grylls meme)

4. Opera: Tchaikovsky- Eugene Onegin, Aria: Ya lyublyu vas, Olga (I love you, Olga), Character: Lensky. Like what Eddy said, this one's pretty obvious. Also, "I can see why people like opera now. I'm getting old." "Why yes, I do love opera as well." I say, a not legally an adult person. But like, seriously tho. Opera is good. Granted, I havent listened to a lot and to be frank the only opera I've listened to all the way is the Magic Flute but like- its good stuff. Only thing I want is to be able to appreciate it better. (Also check out Patricia Janeckova's recording of the Doll Song. I love it, its wonderful)

5. Opera: Donizetti - Lucia di Lammermoor, Aria: Il Dolce Suono (The Sweet Sound), Character: Lucia. I'll admit that Eddy's singing threw me off a lil but I guessed opera. With... not a lot of conviction. Sounded like something Lana del Rey would write okay.

6. Opera: Mozart - Don Giovanni, Aria: Madamina, il catalogo e questo (Dear lady, this is the list), Character: Leporello. I thought that this was either some really obscure rap, or weird opera. I couldn't decide so I just let it play out. When I saw it was opera, I was confused. Then, I wasn't because I saw that Mozart wrote it. I swear, Mozart would make a killing as a rapper or some kind of foulmouthed idol if he was born in modern times. Also, small Edwina and Brettany cameo!!!!!

7. Opera: Bizet - Carmen, Aria: Tout Doux, Moniseur (Softly, Sir), Character: Carmen. Honestly, by this point of the video (when I watched it for the first time) I was just straight guessing opera. Although, if the lyrics were rephrased, this line could fit in perfectly somewhere in a pop song. And also, I did not expect the dRAMATICNESS of the singing when they played that excerpt. Like, wOW OKAY. I mean it makes sense for Carmen as a character... and the language they used it in... and the style of opera... okay I really can't say anything about the extraness can I?

8. Pop: Billie Eilish - No time to die. I knew it was pop. (Rhyme scheme and lyric pattern and subject matter too predictable babey) But the fact that it was by Billie Eilish was what confused me. Idky, but them lyrics givin me Taylor Swift vibes. Or Lana del Rey vibes if you slow it down and make it "dreamy".

9. KPOP: Blackpink - Kill this love. This one was sUUUUUPER ambiguous to me. It was very eloquent and poetic in a sense. But then it also gave out pop vibes. I couldn't answer though I leaned more towards opera. But when i saw that it was Blackpink's Kill this love? My brain melted out my ears. I mEAN ITS IN KOREAN ITS A TRANSLATION THING. That still doesn't excuse the fact that im very- aSDFGHJKL about it.

10. Opera: Dvorak - Rusalka, Aria: Mesicku na nebi hublokem (Song to the moon), Character: Rusalka. This one was very obviously opera to me. But dem kpop lyrics threw me for a loop man! I went opera but yall, I was dOUBTING.

11. Pop: Charlie Puth - Attention. Was there really any need to guess this one? Although, if you've never been exposed to pop music and are hearing them for the first time then thats okay. We're all learning.

12. Opera: Mozart - Cosi Fan Tutte (All Women Do It), Aria: In Uomini in Soldati (In men, in soldiers), Character - Despina. I sincerely thought that this was a really obscure rap. And I wasn't surprised when it said that Mozart wrote this opera. (His creepy smiling face tho...)

13. Pop: Justin Bieber - Sorry. Like I said in number 11, was there really any need to guess. And Brett's (albeit braindead) singing of Super Junior's Sorry Sorry is- aUGHCK MY STAN HEART. I WAS ALREADY SLAUGHTERED BY HIM WEARING THE VIOLIN BUTTON UP AND HIS ADORABLENESS AND HIS DADDYNESS OTHER NON ADORABLE QUALITIES. Ughhhhh. Jesus christ i really have to simp for Brett in each of these posts huh?

14. Pop: Taylor Swift - Delicate. I thought that this was fOR SURE an Arianna Grande song. Because of that one song with the sleep thing. But ugh, Eddy's assumption of the song was just too good not to be mentioned. (And also because i need to fill these paragraphs but like- dat voice dow) And oh gOD SEEING THEM LAUGH TOGETHER AND VIBE LIKE THAT? IM- wow look I just died of blood loss.

15. KPOP: BTS - On. Brett picking opera and falling off his chair is me. Quiz-sama. Mercy. Mercy pLEASE. Dude, translated kpop is intense.

Also editor-san was on fIRE TONIGHT. The sass was very string today. Fuck, i LOVE IT. Wait. Holy shit I just realized something. Editor-san, subtitler-san, and quiz-sama. The holy trinity of subtle twoset humor and behind the screen action. The cast is huge and i am a simp for all of them.

[eyecandybarnes]

Is That What The Kids Are Calling It These Days?

Summary: It’s March 10th, 2017, Bucky’s 100th birthday, and Tony has thrown a party for the occasion. Bucky has other plans, though.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,633

Warnings: sexy times. Implied smut. Inappropriate touching. Fluff.

A/N: *THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT* “I know this was technically posted two weeks after Bucky’s birthday, but I wanted to write this and I haven’t put anything out in a while so deal with it :P” 

The music Tony has playing is loud, but the cheers and conversations of those at the party are even louder. Everyone seems to be having a good time, getting drunk and dancing to the beat. Thor is over at the bar with Steve, daring people to drink his Asgardian liquor. The rest of the team are on the dance floor, and Tony is socializing with some younger, hot women, as per usual. Something seems off, though, and it doesn’t take long for you to figure it out: Bucky, the birthday boy, is missing.

Just as you are about to go look for him, you feel your phone vibrate in your dress pocket. It’s a text from Bucky. “Come upstairs.”

You text back a quick “okay”, and slip from the party with ease. You hope no one follows you as you walk out into the hall and press the button for the elevator. If anyone found out Bucky was missing, Steve would make the whole party come to him, refusing to let his best friend be alone on his birthday. You know that would probably make Bucky all but a happy camper.

When the elevator arrives at the floor you share with Bucky, it’s very quiet, a stark contrast to the raging party downstairs. The click of your heels as you walk down the tile floor to Bucky’s door echoes throughout the hallway. You hesitate for a moment before knocking on his door, the thought that he might not be okay crossing your mind for a split second.

The door opens almost immediately, a stressed-looking Bucky standing in front of you. His hair is falling out in spots from his bun, and his dress shirt is unbuttoned one too many buttons to be appropriate for the public. Before you can even react properly, he reaches out for you and pulls you into his room.

“Bucky, are you…” Your heart races as he stops in the middle of the room. For a single moment, you’re afraid that the Soldier has taken him over again, despite the doctors having cured Bucky of that problem months ago.

Your momentum causes you to slam right into him, and he wraps his arms tight around you, the metal one feeling cold against your bare back. You look up into his beautiful blue eyes, almost at a loss for words. It’s not until he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a passionate kiss that your mind shuts off completely, devoid of any prior thoughts. You and Bucky had been seeing each other in secret recently, but you’d never witnessed this sudden behavior in him before. You can’t seem to pull away, though, your hands finding their way up his muscular arms, feeling how solid the man is. When he finally pulls away, you can feel your thoughts coming back, but your head is all fuzzy.

“Buck…” Your chest pressed against his, you’re sure he can feel your heart thumping against your ribcage. “What’s going on?”

“I just had to get away from that party.” He breathes out, not letting go of you. “I couldn’t stand being reminded that I’m technically one hundred years old.”

“So… this has to do with me how?”

“Well, I was thinking you could distract me.” He whispers, almost seductively, as he places kisses on your neck. “Please.”

You feel your legs become weak, threatening to collapse, as Bucky sucks lightly on your skin, moving down towards your collarbone. You grip his arms tighter, and he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, knowing your body language all too well. He brings his lips back to yours, and you swear you feel like you’re going to melt in the super soldier’s arms. You wonder how it’s even possible for Bucky to be so good at making you feel this way, after being out of practice for nearly 70 years. Yet, here you were, your whole being at his command, as if he knew every little secret about the way you work.

“Bucky…” His name escapes your lips in between kisses. He stops, resting his forehead on yours. When he opens his eyes and stares into yours, you can’t help but feel absolutely hypnotized by their stormy blue color. Just looking at him, you can feel your heart ready to explode.

“Yes, doll?”

You can hear your blood rushing in your ears as you become nervous. “Are you sure about this?”

“More than you can imagine.”

Bucky’s sudden confidence has you hooked. He turns around and brings you to his bed, sitting with you on his lap. Trying to push the nervous feelings away, you grab his collar and bring him to you, pressing your lips against his once again. You feel his hands rest on your knees, slowly inching up your thighs, sending a chill up your spine. Goosebumps form where Bucky drags his cold metal fingers against your skin, playing with the waistband of your lace panties. In response, you find your fingers fumbling to undo the buttons on his shirt, pushing the fabric off him and exposing his perfectly sculpted muscles.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do this…” Bucky whispers, against your skin, his breath warm and heavy. You feel him pull the zipper down the back of your dress, kissing a trail to your breasts. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N…”

The urgent beeping of an alarm startles you from your sleep. You try to get up, but a heavy weight is spread across your back. You feel as if you’re overheating, your front side burning up as you lay on top of a familiar body. Half the weight on your back vanishes as he reaches out to turn off the alarm clock. He brings his arm back and tangles the fingers of his flesh hand in your hair, holding you tightly against his body. You’d gotten used to sleeping in the same bed as Bucky, especially when he had nightmares, but this time is different: the two of you are naked.

“Go back to sleep, doll…” He whispers, rubbing your back lightly. The cool metal of his arm against your bare skin feels good against the heat his skin gives off. “I’m sorry for waking you.” Your eyes flutter open, to see his hair splayed out on the pillows, his strong jawline clean-shaven. His brilliant blue eyes look down into yours, making your heart stop for a second, thinking about how lucky you are to have this handsome man. A feeling of wanting to cuddle with him nags you in the back of your mind, but you’re hesitant to act on it. Given this new development between you and Bucky, you’re not sure where your relationship stands at the moment, him still having trouble from his years with Hydra. Being the socially anxious person you are, you decide to leave the situation rather than attempt to question it.

“It’s fine, but I should go back to my room now.” You say, attempting to get off Bucky. “Don’t need Steve finding out about this…”

“Wait.” He grabs on to you before you can slip out from the bed, and when you look back at his face, he seems a bit internally conflicted. “You, uh… You should stay here.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his proposal. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Bucky shrugs, pulling himself up and leaning against the pillows. “I don’t care about what Steve or anyone else thinks. You’re more important than that.”

“Oh…” It takes everything within you to not show too much surprise to him. Despite that, you still feel a blush creep up your neck and wash over your cheeks. Bucky reaches out for you and pulls you back to him. He pulls the blankets back over your naked bodies and tucks you in, his real fingers returning to your hair to stroke it once again. Warm and comfortable, cuddled up to Bucky, you close your eyes again and let the sound of his heartbeat lull you. You feel content and secure with him.

“Y/N?” Bucky says, startling you out of your calm.

“Yeah?” You look up at him, slightly nervous. He usually never calls you by your name unless something’s wrong.

“Can I tell you something? Since we’re kind of open, here?”

“Yeah, Buck, of course. You can tell me anything, you know that.” You reach up and caress his cheek, looking into his worried blue eyes. “What is it?”

The conflict on Bucky’s face from earlier hasn’t left, and he clearly looks uncomfortable with something. You hope he’s not already considering changing his mind about your relationship. You watch him as he takes a deep breath, his thoughts coming together in his head.

“I love you.” Bucky whispers, almost afraid for you to hear it. “I knew it since the first day I met you, when Stark hired you, and I was so scared of the feeling. I haven’t been able to feel this way since, y’know…”

“Wow…” Your breath escapes you, overwhelmed by the emotions he’s giving you. “That’s… that’s a lot to go through in less than a day.”

“I’m sorry. Am I going too fast? I can slow down…”

“No, Bucky.” You interrupt, a big smile forming on your lips. “I love you too. I’m just proud of you for the way you’re handling everything.”

“Good.” You feel his metal arm wrap around your waist and pull you even closer to him.

“May I tell you something, too, then?”

“Shoot.”

“You, uh…” You can feel your cheeks burn, thinking about last night. “You never struck me as the ‘birthday sex’ type…”

Your words put a grin on Bucky’s face, and a little chuckle erupts from his chest. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

GOOD LORD that was lame. Lol. I wrote it quite a while ago, though... I would definitely write it differently now. Hope you liked it!

Tags: @caplansteverogers​, @livenicebebeautiful, @willowtighe, @earinafae, @ek823, @sebstanthemanxo, @lilasiannerd, @coffeeismylife28, @archer-whovian-violinist, @badassbaker, @lost-ina-daydream, @melconnor2007, @palaiasaurus64, @ispeakforthebooks, @mindingmyownbusiness, @buckyappreciationsociety, @lunarwolfrose

[kaleidopewrites]

The Nightclub Experience

Summary: You find out that Steve and your crush Bucky have never been to a nightclub. You decide to fix this fact

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4191

Warnings: reader gets roofied, bits of fluff, extroverted reader

A/N: Whoa, this one shot just kept going! It’s my longest one yet, lol. 

Please send requests, I’m sure people have better ideas than me :3

You slam your palms into the table, surprising the Avengers you were talking to, a feat rarely achieved. “You guys have never been to a nightclub?” You ask, voice rising with disbelief along with your eyebrows.

“(Y/N), they’re ninety,” Nat pointed out from the couch, lazily spread across the furniture but attentively listening. “That does not excuse them,” You huff, rising from the table to cross your arms over your chest. Steve and Bucky glanced at each other worriedly.

As the extravert you were, it was hard to understand why Steve and Bucky weren’t taking advantage of the new era, trying all the fascinating new things that separated the 40s from the 2000s. You’d been to plenty of nightclubs and knew it was your solemn duty to have the boys experience it.

You weren’t related to the Avengers at all. You weren’t some mutant, or a night vigilante that lost their parents or gained special powers. You were the local café’s finest coffee brewer. Being a waitress and barista, you didn’t expect to become friends with the Avengers. And yet, here you were.

It started with just Tony Stark. The café you worked at, loved to bits, was literally just outside Stark Tower, taking up the corner street with its delicious aroma and amazing view of the billionaire’s superhero ways.

Tony, when he didn’t want to make his own coffee, usually sent people down to the nearest café – your café – to get a coffee. It didn’t take him long to figure out he had found his ambrosia, his heaven in a to-go cup.

For a while, you both played tag. He’d show up, incognito, to your café and ask around, trying to find the angel responsible for the liquid gold he bought on a daily basis. But, whenever he did show up, you’d either be on break or not working that day entirely.

With a touch of expert hacking and constant surveillance, he finally found you and sent for you like a King asking for a servant. You remember being asked to deliver Tony’s coffee to him in the Tower, feeling intimidated by the building alone.

You had been walked inside and was chaperoned all the way up to the penthouse floors of the Tower and finally introduced to Stark. He was quirky and very flirtatious, but you dealt with that a lot working as a waitress. Tony was adorable, but certainly not your type.

Slowly but surely, he began introducing you to members of the Avengers, showing you off like a show pony or a war hero. Most of them were unsure of how you and Tony came to know each other but as soon as they tasted your potion, they were hooked.

Now, you’d rock up whenever you felt like it. During breaks you’d just walk over to the Tower, already known by first name from the workers and brought coffee to whomever was in the building at the time.

Tony invited you to constant parties, coming up with new and spectacular ways of how you both met. Your favourite tale, was how you were some sort of witchy vixen, casting a spell on the Avengers to make them like you.

You were yet to be arrested for witchcraft and attempting to assault the Avengers.

You’d eventually met Steve and, in turn, you met Bucky. Now, James Buchanan Barnes was certainly a man you’d swoon over, have been for some time. He was shy and slightly moody at first, always in sweatpants whenever you’d see him and with a small scold on his face, never giving you more than three words.

But the more you hung around him, the more he opened up. Plus, your amazing skills at brewing coffee helped things along. You’d talk about anything. Anything other than his past, other than bits of the forties, but you were happy just to hold a conversation with him.

Whenever he’d open his mouth, he was always talking about something smart, leading you to understand why he was such a science and art nerd. But you loved it to bits. You didn’t mind the random facts he’d ramble about, all this stuff he was fascinated in.

He would light up whenever he was comfortable. Normally, his shoulders were stiff as he attempted to fall between his bones and submerge into himself, desperately trying to disappear. But when it was just the two of you, you saw this bright, happy young man.

You’d watch as this new Bucky, this forties Bucky evolved before you. He’d raise his head, eyes not having to skim the room for threats. The shadows on his face would dissipate, bringing light to his skin and making his ruggedness look handsome and not fearful.

The bags under his eyes from countless sleepless nights would disappear for a while, as his cerulean eyes would twinkle like the ocean, making you swim and become lost amongst his iris’. His teeth were pearly and beautiful and one of those few features you rarely saw.

It was because of his smiles. At first, he would be a little hesitant. You’d struggle to get even a twitch of a smirk from him but it soon became easier. That twitch became a strong tug at the corners of his mouth, a ghost of a smirk playing on his slightly chapped pink lips.

And then that smirk pulled at his full lips, sometimes accompanied by a small chuckle that make your heart swell with success. Before long, the smirk became a full smile, brightening his features further like a sun rising from the horizon.

You always seemed to forget that he was once a big, scary assassin guy.

But all of that progress would disappear as soon as you were joined by someone else. It happened even with Steve. As soon as the two of you were joined by another presence, the brightness would darken and he’d sink back into himself.

Whatever he was talking about, whether it was some new internet discovery he made or a childhood memory, the conversation would fall as soon as someone walked into your area. He’d mumble the end of the sentence before falling into himself again.

And you had to start from scratch again.

It got easier every time, but you wished you never had to keep restarting. Steve was going through something similar, but not as effective as you were. Bucky and him would hang out just the two of them, and he’d be fine, until someone he wasn’t comfortable with entered the area.

You knew you had to give him time. He was a broken man trying to pick up the pieces of his soul, trying to figure out how to live with the memories he has, the scars he’s been forced to carry. But you hoped, one day, he could see you were trying to help.

“We’re going,” You nodded defiantly, making up your mind and sticking with it, determined to not let either 40s fossils disagree with you.

“To a nightclub?”

“Yep,”

“We’re too old for that,”

“Don’t you dare pull that card!”

“Look,” You sighed, sitting back in the chair opposite Bucky. “Just give it a shot. If you don’t like it, I won’t force you to stay more than, let’s say, ten minutes.”

The two super soldiers glanced at each other again, trying to see if they could challenge you on this. You appeared very determined and clearly weren’t going to go down without a fight. Steve sighed as he leaned back in his chair, lounging his arm across the table to drum his fingertips.

“No more than ten minutes?” He asked. “To the last millisecond. I swear on my mother,” You grin, trying to convey how serious you were. He looked to Bucky, silently asking him if he was okay with this. Bucky didn’t seem to make a noise of distaste, and instead turned to you. You could tell he was up for the experience. Steve shrugged, coming to his own decision with a hesitant smile.

“I guess we’re going to a nightclub,”

You were practically jumping with excitement as you stood in the common room of Stark Tower, dressed in ripped jeans, your neat boots and a flowy blouse. Your hair was curled back in ocean waves and you’d applied a little bit of makeup to make yourself feel extra pretty today.

Bucky was the first to walk out of the halls, adjusting the leather jacket on his shoulders before palming his hair back over his ears. He looked like he just walked out of a photoshoot and the sight took your breath away. He had shaven slightly, giving him that 5 o’clock shadow along his jawline that made your knees wobbly.

He looked up and spotted you, eyes widening slightly as his lips parted slightly. You hold out your arms swinging in a quick circle to show off your clothes. “You like?” You ask, posing dramatically to try and make him laugh but all he could do was stare at you.

“It’s not a formal event, but sometimes you gotta look gorgeous,” You giggle, regaining your posture as you mess with your hair. “Buck, are you okay?” You ask, worried when he hadn’t moved an inch. “Okay you’re kinda scaring me,”

“Right-o, are we ready?” Steve called, walking into the common room, making both you and Bucky jump at the sudden voice. The Captain looked between the pair of you two, watching as the brunette shied away for a moment, diverting his eyes from you.

“I guess we’re ready,” You mumble, giving Bucky a weird look before clearing it, beaming again.

“Onwards!”

You lead the boys from the Tower, opting to walk the lit up streets of New York, showing them the night life of the city. You talked more to Steve on your walk towards the club, Bucky opting to lag a few paces behind.

You smile at the bouncer at the door, flashing ID to let you inside, just like the boys. As soon as you stepped inside, you realised how much you missed being in nightclubs with friends. And now that you had returned to your nightlife, you wished you had invited more people along.

The boys were blown away by the loud music that vibrated their ears and the flashing lights that assaulted their eyes. With a beckon, you show them through the nightclub towards the bar, eager to get some alcohol in your system.

You watched as the boys stood next to you, Steve separating you from Bucky as they drank in the sight of the nightclub. Hundreds of people swarmed the dancefloor, dancing close to one another in hyper activity and all stages of drunk.

You couldn’t wait until you were in the centre of it, surrounded by Bucky and Steve and just letting the pounding music take control. You ordered a drink before wiggling between the two boys, linking your arms with theirs.

“What do you think?” You call, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“I think my moves are a bit outdated,” Steve joked and you shake your head, hoping he wasn’t getting cold feet already.

“Ten minutes, remember?” You joke but Steve leaned down towards you, whispering in your ear, “I’m a little worried about Buck,”

You look up to the soldier beside you, seeing how stiff his muscles were as the various coloured lights bounced off his skin. He was eyeing the crowd carefully, unconsciously holding onto your linked arm a little tighter than before.

“Alright I’ll—Amanda?” You call, spotting someone familiar walking over to the bar. As soon as she saw you, her face lit up, rings on her fingers glittering in the light. “(Y/N)!” She shouted, running forwards to wrap her arms around you, effectively separating you from Bucky.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You both asked at the same time, followed quickly by a laugh. Amanda was a great girl, but she was far more extraverted than you were. She was one of those people who had hundreds of friends, but opted to hang out with the people who threw the bigger parties.

“I’m here for the club, what about you?”

“Educating these fellas,” You pointed to the two super soldiers flanking your sides. In the flashing lights, they could probably look menacing, that is, if Steve didn’t look like a lost puppy and Bucky didn’t look like a handsome recluse.

“Ooh, damn, since when do you hang out with hunks like these?” She joked, admiring Steve openly. Looks like she’s been here for a while, she seems a little tipsy.

“A lots changed since we hung out,” You say, trying to make it light-hearted but you couldn’t help the touch of repressed anger and frustration to filter through. She’d ditch you one too many times. Like you said, she’s a nice girl, she just doesn’t know how to properly keep friends.

“Oh, I, well you wouldn’t mind if I steal tall and blonde here, would you?” She asked, practically leaning against him. “That would be up to him,”

“I guess,” He mumbled, making Amanda wrap her arms around his arm, beaming as she attempted to drag him to the dancefloor.

“If she gets too much for you, tell her, her bra strap is showing. No matter what, it scares her off,” You quickly whispered to him before he was pulled away from you.

The bartender gave you your drink and you thanked him, having already paid for it before taking a long sip, smiling at the alcohol already warming your insides. You looked up to Bucky, watching as he moved closer to you to avoid a new group of people sitting at the bar.

“Buck,” You called to him but he looked down at you, a question already on his lips.

“Is it usually this loud in here?” He shouted over the music. You smile.

“Yeah, always. Listen, Buck, if you’re uncomfortable and you can’t handle it in here, it’s fine. Just let me know and we can leave,” Bucky looked down at you, looking like he was trying to dispel the nerves from his features.

“I’m fine,” He said before nodding to the crowd. “Come on, let’s go dance,” He offered. You quickly finish the drink in your hand before walking with him to the dancefloor. You worried for him. This was far different to any swing club or iHop he’s ever been to.

You start to dance with his hands in yours, hoping to coax him into a somewhat comfortable state. He kept his eyes trained on you, watching how you didn’t dance like the rest of the girls.

The other girls would smack their ass and hips against guys and sometimes other girls. The men who encouraged this action would thrust into them, making Bucky wonder if they were dancing or having sex.

But you didn’t dance like that. You didn’t act sexually or flirtatious and even if you did, you didn’t mean it. You bopped along with the crowd and the music, raising your hands to the sky or letting them rest against Bucky’s shoulders.

You wanted to show him that not all girls danced like sex-driven whores. You hoped your funny and happy dance moves invited him to dance just as comfortable, letting the music vibrate against his eardrums and push him into the same state of euphoria you usually felt dancing in nightclubs.

He didn’t usually have to worry about people making a move on you. Whenever an uninvited guest attempted to grind up against you, you’d kick them back, using a skill you’ve mastered from countless nights in the nightclub.

You pushed him back, shouting a string of profanities at him in an attempt to banish the party crasher. Bucky didn’t need to do anything but stand behind you, letting the shadows fill his face so he looked menacing. Not like he needed to, the guest was already fearful of you.

Just when he was beginning to loosen up, just when he was smiling and laughing and actually enjoying himself, you felt your knees weaken and you lost your balance for a second. You thought maybe you had just thrown yourself too hard with the music, but you were wrong.

The lights began to blur and the music soon blended together in an undistinguishable beat, your ears ringing uncomfortably. Your throat closed, your mouth drying suddenly as you held to Bucky’s shoulders, suddenly realising it was getting tough to breath. You’d heard stories about this happening to people.

You’d been roofied.

Bucky instantly noticed your change in state as you struggled to continue dancing, having to lean against him as your balance was seriously out of whack. He called your name but you couldn’t respond, you’d somehow managed to swallow your voice box.

You tried motioning to him that you needed air, that you needed to get out of the nightclub and probably to a hospital. You regretted not keeping a closer eye on your drink, having been a little too preoccupied with making sure Steve and Bucky were okay.

After several attempts, Bucky seemed to finally understand as you struggled to move any muscles, your last action was to fist his jacket in your hands. Over the continuous ringing in your ears, you could barely hear Bucky call for his best friend.

Your vision was cleared so you could see Steve, but you felt like you were trapped in your own body. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move, all you could do was hold onto Bucky tightly.

Bucky scooped you up in his arms, carrying you through the crowd of people out the door. The cold night air wasn’t enough to free you from the entrapment, but you were relieved nonetheless to have left the club.

Steve hailed a cab and you managed to hear them pick up the word hospital amongst their numerous discussions. Bucky slid the two of you into the back seat as Steve jumped into the passenger’s.

Your eyelids began to grow heavy as blinking became harder to resist. Bucky held you tightly against him, as if, should he let you go, you would shatter beneath his fingers. You wanted to comfort him, you wanted to hug him or speak. Heck, even a smile would do.

But you were barely keeping it awake. Bucky looked down at you after shouting at Steve, his eyes filled with concern, fear and worry. Your lips were parted, but you were attempting to smile at him, letting him know you were alright and everything would be fine.

You hoped your eyes were conveying your emotions, they were the last things you could control.

Your eyes lidded and the fear heightened in Bucky’s eyes as he watched you, lips twisting to accommodate shouting and swearing in the same sentences. He held your hand, holding it against his chest as he leaned over you.

You weren’t dying, you’d just been drugged. Why was he being so melodramatic?

Your eyes slipped shut again for a second and you knew you wouldn’t be awake by the time you reached the hospital. Putting all energy into your fingers, you felt them twitch against his shirt, nails dragging slightly against his chest in one last attempt of comfort before blacking out entirely.

The first thing that entered your awareness was the consistent beeping of a machine. Even in a hazy state you knew that was a machine from a hospital, tracking your heart-rate. You’d seen too many cheesy hospital shows not to know what the sound was.

You blinked as you managed to crack open an eye, the brightness blinding you for a moment as you started opening both eyes, blinking quickly to get them adjusted. Your whole body felt like lead and it was a struggle just to move your head to the side.

Bucky was lounging in a chair right next to your bed, eyes closed and face slightly relaxed as he silently slept. “He passed out a couple of hours ago,” Steve whispered on your other side and you slowly turned to him.

“H-How long have I… been out?” You ask, your throat tight and sore. Steve was watching you with fondness, looking relaxed but his eyes held all of his relief. “Almost two days. The roofie you had was strong,” He whispered, careful to not wake Bucky, who stirred for a second.

“How do you feel?” he asked. “Better than two days ago,” You joke with a croak, voice hoarse from a mixture of the drugs and a lack of use. Steve’s soft smile widened for a second before he rose. “I’ll let you and Bucky talk. He was a bit distraught,”

You move your head to look at him again, watching as his face began tensing. Steve had told you once how Bucky’s nightmares can sometimes leave him a little violent as soon as he woke up, so that must’ve been why he was there.

A hand closed around yours and Steve kissed the top of your head before walking off, closing the door defiantly to wake Bucky up from his sleep. He jumped for a second, eyes searching the room for any threats before he managed to settle back in his chair.

He ran a hand down his face tiredly, a yawn slightly echoing around the room. He finally turned to look at you, check up on you and was surprised to find your head tilted his way, eyes closed tiredly.

You had managed to doze off again, the drugs still partially in your system. But you woke again to the legs of a chair being moved across the floor and then Bucky’s scent filled your nose. You hummed happily, adjusting yourself to get comfortable again.

The air froze as Bucky realised that you moved. And hummed. You did something other than lay there still and sickly. “Bucky?” You called, arm twitching in a weak attempt to reach him.

Bucky was at your side instantly, sitting on the edge of the armchair with your hand protected with his own. You opened your eyes, not being suddenly blinded like before. You looked up at Bucky, who had bags under his eyes and looked a little grey.

You smile, trying to word a greeting but the word not reaching your lips. But the smile was enough as Bucky sighed with relief, hanging his head as his grip on your hand tightened. “You’re okay,”

“Of course, I’m okay,” You mumble, voice cracking. Bucky got up and grabbed a cup of water for you, helping you take a sip. You smile up at him gratefully, watching as he replaced the cup before adjusting the bed, allowing me to sit up.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble as Bucky takes up his seat, holding your hand. “No, doll, don’t be sorry,” He said.

“Buck,” He shook his head, raising your hand to press a soft kiss against the back of your knuckles. You smile up at him as you move your hand, using it to cup his cheek. He stood and sat on the bed next to you, his small smile falling slightly as his eyes darkened.

“I thought I lost you,” He whispered. “Buck,”

“No, really (Y/N), I seriously thought we wouldn’t be able to save you. Gone, and without me telling you how I felt,” He sighed, a blush darkening his cheeks as he attempted to look away.

“I really like you too, dingus,” You smile. Bucky smiled as well, before it broke out into a grin. Placing a hand next to your head for support, he leaned down slowly, your arm wrapping around his neck to pull him toward you.

He finally pressed his lips up against yours, his lips tasting of mint and coffee as his hand held your waist. You parted for a moment for air, your breaths mixing together in the close proximity before Bucky trailed his tongue along your lips, desperate for a deeper kiss.

You invite him in, moaning at his tongue wrapping around yours. His tongue retracted but you followed it, feeling the inside of his mouth before you too moved back, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

He grinned, a rumbled groan vibrating in his chest as he looked down at you.

“Oh shit!” Someone familiar called and you and Bucky jumped away quickly, rubbing at each other’s lips as blushes pooled onto your cheeks. Steve, Sam, Nat and a few other Avengers were just walking into the room when they caught the two of you.

You looked up at Bucky sheepishly, as he played with his lips, unable to stop them from tingling. “Since when did kissing become the cure for roofies?” Sam teased. “It’s called experimenting,” You say but can’t help but bite your lip tentatively.

You look up at Bucky, who’s looking down at you already, a soft look in his eyes, as if he doesn’t really mind that you were spotted. Your swoon had turned into a colossal fall and it seemed Bucky had fallen with you.

You didn’t miss Sam handing a fifty dollar note to Nat behind Steve’s back, though.

[thegeminisage]

zelda blogging which is so deeply super spoilery, possible the most spoilery it’s ever been, so if you haven’t THOROUGHLY explored the central-north part of the map DON’T read it

aww some of these gerudo wear glasses! love it

i like the music here too but i kinda wish it had been the same melody from oot ; ;

omg riju is tiny!!! is she still young?!

aww her relationship with buliara is sweet they obviously care about each other a lot

AAAAAH THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT MY SWORD lmao maybe i should have gone to get it after all

oh my god a sand seal that gives you words of wisdom for food

ooh i get a free accessory for giving this lady some flint...hmMmMMmMMmmm

topaz i guess bc i'll probs need lightning protection soon? but no, i'm getting a helm...

haha sapphire to go with link's eyes?

ruby bc the flame armor is the ugliest and i wanna wear something else? LOL

went with sapphire iin the end MAY I NOT REGRET IT...

ooooh i shoulda been saving my gems....Dang

i mean, at least i have the 10k i need for the great fairy, but there's so much cool stuff here and i can't bUY ANY...

ah no i did get some opal and amber earrings :3

swim speed up and the ithers are just extra defense

"apparently the accessory maker and the teacher of the relationship class were both in a tragic love triangle, and now they are both single" nintendo this is an all women society please give me lesbians i BEG of you

ok, i need 1 ruby and 5 topaz to finish buying one of everything here. i'll remember

hahahahaha "you've gotta take your time when selecting gems and voe" wise words, lady

omg i found a bar but im too young to drink. nice, nintendo

lmao you can tell one of the ladies you're over 100 and she doesn't believe you dxkfjhg

ok so the hideout of the yiga clan is apparently to the northwest of here so i get to RIDE A SAND SEAL or surf behind one i guess. tbh im a little worried i'll break all my shields :/

i got a gerudo one that i really like!! goes with my scimitar and golden bow!

aww can i not wear accessories along with normal armor...? that sucks

LOL SEAL PUNS the options when talking to the sand seal lady are full of em im dying

wow i can't get this shrine unless i wind sand seal races which i can't do with the divine beast out LOL

jesus those sandstorms look so huge and terrifying...especially since i know they'll disable my map

i wanna explore but tbh i better just stick to the plot and away from those bad boys

oh JESUS i went to an outpost where they're monitoring the beast and it's. so big. and so loud and big and. so scary. oh my god, it's huge

oh FUCK i got too close and it started targeting me so i ran away and thankfully it stopped...definitely gonna take it easy on the exploration if i can help it

oooh no no no why is the air turning green out here...dnw dnw leave me and my map alone!!

uh, and where is my fucking seal...? i left it right HERE

ugh i had trouble mounting the one from before when i stayed in the monitoring outpost do they like leave if you stay gone a long time...? fml

awww this old gerudo never found the lovers pond ):

ugh i see so much stuff i wanna check out but im too scared to get off the seal for long :/ ESPECIALLY if i get stuck in a storm i'll want a way out

oh wow the air is so hot here even my gerudo outfit is useless

tbh, maybe that's a good thing, if i'm eating food i can wear armor with actual defense...much as i love these clothes they're great for getting your ass kicked

ok no seriously WHY does everyone from the yiga clan drop bananas..............

i know that everyone talks about how cool it is that this game just plops you down in the world and lets you figure it out for yourself without hitting you over the head with the instructions

but i just found a bow and some torches in a circle of lit torches with some obviously flammable banners nearby, so

i found the missing gerudo soldier!

"all i've ever seen them do is patrol and eat[in red text] bananas" LMAO WHATS THE DEAL MY DUDES

theres some bananas here on a table wtf do i do throw them at them?? lmao

OMFG LOL IT WORKED

dude pranced right over to it and pocketed it lmao

nooo i missed a chest...maybe i can get it on the way back out ;_;

LOL I FOUND AN ENTIRE ROOM FULL OF BANANAS

this is so funny dkjfgh fck

urgh i wish i could just...snipe them from here. it'd be so EASY

im actually not even totally sure which direction to go, im all turned around

ok, one stationary guy at the door maybe i have to move him?

NOOO I FUCKING FELL THEY SAW ME

i couldn't even fight they one-shotted me and mipha's grace didn't kick in! that isn't fair at all

at least i can get the chest i missed

lol and i cant save in here. perfect.

ok yeah im gonna have to look it up bc as far as i can tell this room has no exit all the hallways just circle back around into it

apparently i CAN fight them...? they're just really hard?

this walkthru is so unclear lol there's a hidden door i can find with magnesis on the right-hand wall WHICH RIGHT...

WAIT fuck i finally see the exit

ah ok. wrong room for the hidden door.

master kohga!! he just...knocked himself out with his own attack. lmao ok

fuck this is SO FUNNY he is so funny

i love it even his bones cracked

isn't what he used to be, apparently

wow this is a boring fight he has a lot of hp and he's so far away the only way i can attack is arrows

and now arrows aren't working anymore...? obviously i'm doing something wrong

maybe i can reflect the rocks back at him

ok google says to drop his things on his head

HAHAHA HIS SPECIAL ATTACK FAILED

this undertale naruto motherfucker im crying i love him

"pretty soon you'll be gone! and not just from my line of sight!" i'm CRYING

fuck the ball rolled on top of him and made him fall

"COWARD! I SHALL BE REMEMBERED!!!"

what a fucking legend i'll never forget you master kohga i promise

aaaand thunder helm retrieved

but i gotta rescue that missing gerudo!

ah good her cell is empty!

lol im skipping sooo many shrines rn...i'll come back to them later i swear

oh NOOOO i got a memory!!!

urbosa the prankster!!! witht he power of lightning at her disposal!! protective of princess zelda!! i'm dying!!!

also im sad so zelda's sealing power mjst be what she used to seal ganon away but apparently in the past she couldn't make it show up for her whole life...?

aw no poor riju the helmet is too big on her

(give it to meeeee)

ok it's time for the divine beast bit but before i do jack or shit im going to upgrade my armor as much as possible rn

ugh you can't enhance the gerudo clothes...geez

FUCK YES HERE WE GO!

aaah riju is talking!!! i always get so surprised!!!

i did it!! tbh i had a really hard time keeping up with her...a dash was too fast but regular speed was too slow

AAH URBOSA IS TALKING TO ME ;_;

ohhh wow it's really walking around while on it

oh man. it's so big. it's so big

oooh you rotate the insides of this one!!

i get the feeling now i should've done more shrines in this area afterall, they have the same sort of electricity theme and they would've been good practice 

okay that was...easily the hardest beast so far

i had to use a guide TWICE and i could barely understand the instructions, PLUS i got two terminals by sheer dumb luck

oooh boy okay a lightning boss im assuming here we gooooo

LMFAO i suck so much at this urbosa was like "there is valor in dodging"

thanks zelda i missed your captain obvious statements

geeeeez i just barely got it

oh EW that never gets any less gross

ohhh my god

"I COULDN'T BE MORE PROUD OF HER" B Y E

oh my gOD?

she mentioned nabooru from oot BY NAME holy SHIT this continutity between games!!!

and "calamity ganon once took on the form of a gerudo that makes this all the more personal" jesus fUCKING christ

i feel so bad for ganondorf the man like

he didn't ask for this shit anymore than link or zelda

and at least they get to win most of the time he always loses and even when he does win he's hated, his win brings ruin

where's the fic where the only way to end the cycle is to become friends with him huh

or like, frankly: the true enemy isn't ganondorf but the evil that takes hold of him

when does he get to be the hero and fight it and smash it to little bitty bits!

oh lord and the blood moon as soon as i get back

do people like, see these towers popping up and beasts moving around? does it scare the shit out of them or make them hopeful?

anyway i hope now i can explore with less sandstorms

oh boy time to ride into a sandstorm gee i sure hope i dont get lost

LOL and first thing i run right into a camp of enemies just bc i was trying to stay in a straight line!!!! jesus

lovely! i am now hopelessly turned around in a sandstorm. i literally don't even know which way i came from

my sand seal is also STUCK lol

ah i passed through it! i'm right where i need to go!

omg I FOUND THE LAST GREAT FAIRY

i'm. i'm 500 short. oh my god

nothing i can't earn with 10 minutes of cooking, tho

huh...? she only asked for 1k...?

i could've SWORN i read someone asks for 10k at one point!

god what if i've been MISINFORMED all this TIME

ooh this one is orange and green

FUCK "i know what you're thinking...can't we just skip to the part where she enhances my clothes?" FUCKING PLAYED

holy FUCK just found my first molduga...i have to KILL one of these for a quest? jesus christ!

ohhh that actually wasn't too bad at all once i figured out the strategy...i've had more trouble with lynels and hinoxes

i'll be honest, the interactive map take a bit of both fun and "work" out of exploring...i look at empty areas and don't wonder "ooh whats over there" but think "ah i can just glance at that bit"

which should make me feel like my Pure Enjoyment of the game is being compromised, and i guess it does a little, but

i wasn't kidding when i said the need to explore was a bit compulsive so it's mostly a relief

ah from up here i see the sandstorm...i think it rotates around the desert? so, it's very possible to avoid and survive even if you do get stuck

anyway i missed several shrines but the quests for them are so complex and i am so Sick

of the desert. even worse than rain tbh

now the question is what to do next: master sword or rito beast

lowkey wanna wait until i get all four beasts before the sword, but

i know you do all four beasts and then ganon and that's it, so if i got the sword then it wouldn't help me for long

plus i'm a little tired of fighting the temperature and changing gear/eating food all the time, so......i guess i'll go check out the forest

maybe i'll see dinaal! i've only seen him once from veeeery very far away

im getting aaaaawfully close to hyrule castle i Dont Like This

lmao every time i catch sight of the divine beasts in the distance, the fact that i can SEE them from THIS far away, blows my fucking mine

they are SO BIG

im getting a much closer look at that flying thing and i'm almost CERTAIN it's a divine beast

just. jesus christ. so BIG

ohhh my gosh i can see the giant pink tree from here *_*

or maybe it's brown, maybe the deku tree is dead lmao

lol straight up skipped the bottomless bog and the enemies at the bottom bc i glided in from death mountain

whoa this tower has rock all over the top??

ah maybe it's so i can't glide to the big tree in the middle lol

not the lost woods if i don't get lost!

lol jk i got on top of it and there was a super cool sword here

aww rauru hillside...im sad

BRO im in the lost woods but its just playing the maze shrine music, i was so hopeful for saria's song

zora's domain having the same music set me up with false expectations t b h

omg if i go too high i die!! i can't follow my higher-ground instict here!!!!!

which is pretty cool but if all i have to do is wander around these woods with my map ON to find the master sword i am gonna be disappointed

even gerudo desert turned it off sometimes

ohhh okay if i wander off the path i also die i can't just go wherever i gotta follow torches i guess

mkay i googled it bc i got stuck and couldn't see anymore torches and it's wind direction! neat

see i feel a little bad about not figuring that out for myself but like...it's not Fun to die over and over bc you can't solve a puzzle. so #realgamers can shut the hell up lol games are for fun

the ember thing is SUPER clever tho and like i know this game is so like, praised bc it stops holding your hand, but i would have appreciated a TINY obscure hint

i did get as far as carrying a torch but i thought maybe i was burning off the fog or smth

omg i found korok forest!!!

oh

there's my sword

said "oh" out loud

kinda wish the quest had been more, idk

but.

mmm not yet. not yet. i'll talk to some koroks first

haha and the very first one tells me to go get the sword all right all right

man. i always remember now that fi's been in there since the ages of skyward sword, sleeping

tbh i kinda miss her 

even though she's way more annoying than navi could ever DREAM of being

for all we complain about compaions, they're a zelda staple and it feels lonely without them

i know not having one makes for a stronger game, i do, but...

really though. the master sword quest was SHOCKINGLY easy. i know i looked up the ember thing but geez it's the first truly disappointing this about this game

and my brother told me they made you work for it lmao but that was. not even close to Work. i've had more trouble at bokoblin camps

like. fucking weak. tbh. i'm so sad like i can't believe this game let me down

OH MY GOD

I TRIED TO TOUCH IT AND THE MEMORIES OVERWHELMED ME

and like at first i was like "ok if link gets his memories back with the sword i'll give them that, that's pretty sick"

AND THEN THE GREAT DEKU TREE STARTED SPEAKING

AND IT WASN'T LOST WOODS MUSIC BUT IT WAS FOREST HAVEN MUSIC

and i straight up burst into tears

"i have watched over hyrule since time immemorial" i know i know i was there i know i missed him so much one of the very first major zelda characters i ever knew i know technically he hasn't been there since the very beginning but he was my beginning

and i didn't even think i cared about him that much emotionally but i also welled up the first time he spoke old hylian in wind waker

oh god link's not WORTHY of the sword yet yes okay i'm here for this i knew this game wouldn't let me down

idk why i never considered the big pink tree might be the deku tree like i joked about it just a few minutes ago but i didn't seriously consider it so i was so surprised

and all the koroks running around and i know i KNOW they used to be kokiri it's almost like i came home, Really Home, the forest was where link began for me, not hyrule proper, he was always a child of these woods

ohhh my god i gotta mop up my face stream is soon!! jesus fuck

oh god now he wants me to pull it again

what if i'm not worthy? what if i am?

i don't have long left to play but i CANNOT leave it here, jesus christ

okay. i'm gonna try. i gotta try. courage!

oh my god it takes your LIFE?

and he said enough when i was down to my last quarter of a heart!! i'm gonna cry i was so close link tried so hard but he wasn't ready yet

i could eat food to max out my hearts but where's the fun in that........

ok. ok. i need to. step back a moment. fuck.

there's hestu! oh my god buddy you finally made it home!! me too pal me too

im gonna save and quit here before i talk to him tho bc like. i gotta stream. but Wow. god Damn

I KNEW THIS GAME WOULDN'T LET ME DOWN!!!!

LMAO I LIED JK im playing a bit more after stream

i talked to the trial korok and "do all the shrines here, it's based on the trials the legendary hero himself did" im crying!!! thats some History!!!

oh my god the koroks are so CUTE??

oh no this is so precious they've been waiting for him

sdfgsfdg "nooo vegetarians everywhere nooo that's my face" i wish i had thought to taka e a snap of that but i cant get him to say it again

aw omg they set up little stores and they only have one of many items please please i'm so proud of them

they set up a little bed for me!! they don't even want my money to sleep there!! i'm sleeping in a tree again, just like i was in oot ;____;

tbh it's so fitting that i did the scary mysterious thing of trying to pull the sword at night and i'm meeting the koroks in the brightness of day

i saw a shield resting on this rock and i had a tiny heart attack like OMG THE HYLIAN SHIELD?!?

ok. ok. i did the trials. i'm gonna see if i can get the sword now??

lol i have the same amt of hearts im not leaving to find a goddess statue and i was trying to boost my stamina anyway but maybe the food boost will help? unless they dont let me use it, we'll see

aaah no it DOESN'T omg

well, maybe one more heart container will do it...?

ugh i don't wanna go back and do the desert ones

me: already fast-traveling

Great, A Sand Storm, Just What I Wanted

fuck i stopped by town and there's a secret club that sells gerudo clothes for men

LOL why.........do they think dudes will feel weird looking pretty? come on

they said there's a high demand so i choose to believe there are lots of gerudo transmen. anyway back to the forest i got two more heart containers i pray it's enough i was SO CLOSE before

I DID IT FUCK I ALMOST DIED BUT I DID IT

IM GONNA CRY JESUS CHRIST

ZELDA SEALED THE SWORD

she's been fighting 100 years and she has so much faith in link

more importantly she heard the sword speak to her im crying fi is in there fi and zelda/hylia meet again

her smile is like the sun, i would do much to feel its warmth upon me again ME TOO PAL im weeping my poor brave daughter i promise i'll save her i promise i promise

it's almost 7am but that was worth it. that was W O R T H I T