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seventven · 3 years ago

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A Taste for Older Men [part iv]

summary: a barbecue with y/n’s parents turns from bad to worse when y/n decides to give bucky a taste of his own medicine. towards the end of the night, y/n is assigned the task of giving him a ride home. she receives payback for her bad behaviour.

pairing: dbf!bucky x reader

word count: 4k+

warnings: age gap [reader is around 22 & bucky is 39]; we’ve got some teasing, orgasm denial, brat taming, public dick grabbing (?) and bucky’s thicc fingers bc they need a warning of their own; y’all it’s finally getting steamy.

a/n: my boyfriend (self proclaimed smut consultant) basically planned this whole chapter and i just put it into words lmao. this is the longest part yet and you finally get some juicy smut my lovelies. i felt dirty writing this.

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PART I / PART II / PART III / PART V / PART VI

When the weekend rolled around and the sun continued to shine despite the looming autumn, Y/N’s parents came to the conclusion that it might be their last opportunity to grill some food out in the garden and enjoy the cloudless skies. They stocked up on supplies, invited over the next door neighbours and got the patio ready for an afternoon of food and mindless chatter.

And what would a barbecue at their house be if Bucky was not invited?

He arrived some time in the mid afternoon when Y/N was still out of the house, and it was no surprise to her when she found his jacket hanging from a hook by the front door.

Y/N smiled politely and greeted everyone when she made her way through the kitchen and out onto the patio. There was food on the grill, music playing in the background, her mom chatting away to the couple who lived next door.

She didn’t spot Bucky at first, not until she glanced farther down the garden and saw him laughing at something her dad had said. They stood on the grass, beers in hand, with Bucky repeatedly bending over to pick up and throw a green tennis ball for their family dog. The dog, just like Y/N, seemed all too excited to see him.

“You’re back just in time. I was just about to serve the food!” Her mom was all smiles and giggles, having already enjoyed a few glasses of wine with the neighbours. All Y/N could do was smile and stay silent, then wave back at her dad when he finally noticed her presence.

Bucky only looked in her direction, a little smile evident across his lips, that same look in his eyes again; the one that said they shared a secret no one else was in on. Apart from that, there was no indication to his feelings; he was damn good at pretending nothing was going on and Y/N wished she could do the same.

“Y/N, why don’t you run to the kitchen and grab plates for everyone?” Her mom asked, and the younger girl couldn’t help but feel relieved to have an excuse to escape, even if only for a moment.

She nodded her head and turned back towards the kitchen, feeling Bucky’s eyes on her back as she walked away. It made her nervous; she wondered how on earth no one had noticed the tension between them, the looks they exchanged or how freaking nervous she got every time he was around. It wasn’t her normal behaviour at all, but somehow her parents hadn’t noticed anything was off. Not yet, anyway.

She sighed in exasperation as she pulled open one of the kitchen cabinets and grabbed some plates, one at a time. She took her time, stacking them neatly on the counter, and promptly losing count when she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

“Need some help, sweetheart?”

His voice sent a shiver down her spine; it was low, seductive and there was a certain level of arrogance to it that made everything so much worse than it already was.

“I’ve got it, thanks,” she muttered back, and looked around nervously to make sure no one had followed him into the kitchen. They were alone, the sound of chatter and laughter drifting from outside.

Bucky boldly placed a hand on her hip and pressed himself snugly against her back. The feeling was something out of this world; he was tall and muscular behind her, radiating warmth and smelling divine. In any other circumstance, she would have been excited for this closeness, this level of intimacy, but a part of her still realised the dangers of their little indiscretion. If anyone saw this, they would be in big trouble; both Y/N and Bucky.

“Don’t be so nervous,” he told her quietly. “If you don’t want to raise any eyebrows, I’d suggest acting as normal as possible.��

“Easy for you to say,” she replied, a certain level of bitterness audible in her tone. She was surprised at the acidity of her words.

Bucky only chuckled and Y/N gasped when he pressed a long kiss to her shoulder. A feeling of warmth spread throughout her abdomen at the simple, seemingly innocent gesture. She couldn’t believe the effect this man had on her.

It lasted only a moment and then he was retreating completely, a precaution just in case someone did decide to sneak up on them. He took a spot next to her, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her get back to counting plates.

“How was your week?” He asked, and Y/N looked in his direction, knowing exactly what he meant. The question hung unspoken in the air; he didn’t give a damn about her week, not really. Only about the torture she was putting herself through every night, their little agreement driving her nuts with every perverse thought she had about him.

“Long,” she answered simply, and almost rolled her eyes at the cocky smirk she received in response. He was enjoying every moment of this and it was beyond infuriating.

So, when the food was finally served and everyone sat around the wooden patio table with a plate and a drink in front of them, Y/N came to the conclusion that two could play at this game.

Maybe she wasn’t allowed to play with herself, as stated in their agreement from days prior; but nothing was said about messing with him, or taunting him, or giving him a taste of his own damn medicine.

Fuelled by annoyance at his arrogance and that familiar need to be in control, Y/N laughed at something her dad said as she innocently and intentionally slid into the seat next to Bucky. She ignored the quizzical look he sent her and set her plate and can of soda down on the table, continuing her conversation with her parents like it was the most normal thing in the world.

She could sense how uncomfortable Bucky was next to her; gauging her intentions and growing annoyed by her recklessness. He took a gulp of his beer, clearly aggravated by her behaviour and shook his head in disapproval. The movement went unnoticed by everyone other than Y/N.

The dinner continued; she ate her food slowly, contributing to the discussion and laughing along when someone told a joke. Every now and again she could feel Bucky’s eyes burning holes in the side of her face but she chose to ignore it, until finally, her dad turned the topic of the conversation to Bucky himself.

“Bucky’s seeing someone new but he’s being crazy secretive about it. What are you hiding, Buck?”

Y/N turned to look at him then, and despite knowing she should feel uncomfortable and scared of what her father knew, she couldn’t stop the corner of her lips from curving up into a teasing smirk.

Bucky caught her eye only for a short second, but it was enough to send her a warning.

Y/N didn’t care.

“Maybe she’s really old and he’s embarrassed,” she quipped, her tone innocent and joking. Her father thought it was hilarious, laughing across the table along with her mom and the neighbours.

Bucky was furious but it appeared only Y/N noticed it. Everyone else was smiling, contributing to teasing him and making little japes about the reality of his dating life. The pleased smirk remained across her face when Bucky shifted uncomfortably in his seat, took a gulp of his drink and cleared his throat.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he answered carefully, his grimace evident across his face. His eyes met hers again for a fragment of a second, the gesture going unnoticed by everyone else. “She’s nothing but trouble.”

Y/N snorted at that.

Her mom sent her a quizzical look from across the table but all was forgotten when her dad dropped the topic and decided everyone needed another beer. The conversation swiftly turned to some other nonsense and when her father got up to grab more drinks, Bucky leaned in and whispered in her ear, “you’re going to regret that”.

Y/N only glanced at him over her shoulder, satisfied with the power she had over him. It was his turn to feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, and the coy smile she had across her face let him know exactly what she was thinking. He was enraged and for some unknown reason, the idea excited her.

She released a tiny chuckle, expelled upon a slow exhalation. “No, I don’t think I am,” she responded, and added to the aggravation across his face by squeezing his thigh beneath the table.

He was seething with rage.

Y/N turned her head back in the direction of the group and joined back into the conversation. It was all innocent; she giggled at their stories and jokes, but all the while her hand remained on his leg, slowly moving higher and higher until Bucky was ready to snap.

It was comical, really, how worked up he was getting. He said nothing the whole time, only stared darkly at the side of her face and looked desperately around to make sure no one was watching. When her hand finally got to his crotch, her fingers gently skimming the zipper of his jeans, he decided he had had enough and roughly grabbed her wrist beneath the table.

She turned to look at him again, that same cheeky smile across her lips.

“Don’t be so nervous,” she told him quietly, mimicking his words from earlier on. “If you don’t want to raise any eyebrows, I’d suggest acting normal.”

Boiling with anger but not wanting to attract any attention, Bucky released an exasperated breath and let go of her wrist. He ground his teeth when her finger traced the outline of his hardening cock, slowly and gently.

No one had any idea what was going on, all of them engrossed in the conversation and hazy with the effects of one too many beers. The growing darkness of the late evening was also helpful in covering up what was really going on, even when she began palming his growing erection under the table. The whole situation was insane.

He cleared his throat suddenly, catching the attention of her dad across the table and Y/N was forced to retreat her hand, nervous that he’d notice. She looked anywhere but her father, and smiled innocently at her neighbour when she caught her eyes.

“You okay, Buck?” Her father asked, genuinely concerned.

Bucky shifted in his seat and picked up his beer. He took a slow sip. “Yeah, it’s just... I’m not feeling too well. I think I’m going to head home. I’ll leave my car here, if that’s alright.”

Her father frowned at the prospect. “You’ll walk?” He turned to Y/N’s mom. “Could you drive him home? I’ve been drinking.”

Her mom only laughed, pointing to her own glass of wine. “And what do you think I’ve been doing this whole time?”

Bucky’s expression was stoic and after a moment of silence, he said, “Y/N hasn't been drinking. Maybe she could drop me off?”

To say the younger girl was surprised at his proposition would have been an understatement. She turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised, her lips parted in astonishment. However, the more she thought about it, the more she realised she wanted to do it; she wanted to be alone with him and see just how he’d make her regret her dinner table antics.

“I can drive him home,” she nodded in agreement, then turned to her dad. “Can I borrow your car?”

Her father only smiled as he reached into his pocket and took out his keys, tossing them in her direction across the table. She caught them in mid air.

“Let me just finish my soda,” she told Bucky innocently, and saw him breathe out a sigh of relief. His erection needed time to subside and she wasn’t just going to expose him like that. She wasn’t that cruel.

It was five, maybe ten minutes before they got up to leave. Her parents said their goodbyes with hugs and promises of seeing each other soon, and Y/N’s dad - completely ignorant to what was happening - thanked her for agreeing to drive his friend home.

They got into the car just before 10pm and pulled out of the driveway whilst her parents waved them goodbye. Bucky’s smile remained while they were still in their view, but it disappeared the second they left the street.

He stayed quiet - a little too quiet - during the majority of the drive to his place. It was already dark, the radio playing quietly in the background as Y/N took the shortest route to his apartment, tapping her fingers absentmindedly against the wheel.

It wasn’t a very long journey, just over five minutes with how deserted the roads were at this time of day. It was only when they were almost on his street that he finally spoke up.

“That was so reckless of you,” he began, sounding almost disappointed in her. For a moment, she realised how much older than her he really was; his tone stern and exasperated, almost paternal. “What do you think would happen if someone saw?”

Y/N chuckled. “Did anyone notice? I don’t think they have.” She turned onto his street and slowed the car down, looking for a place to park.

A moment of silence ensued, and lasted until she finally stopped the car and switched off the engine.

“Your behaviour was really immature.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him in annoyance. He had been acting immature this whole time; she was only paying him back for his constant arrogance, but apparently, the guy just couldn’t handle being fucked around with. How hypocritical.

She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly. “What are you gonna do about it? Send me to my room? Spank me?” Her tone was mocking, her expression amused, and Bucky ground his teeth at her insolence.

“Believe me, I’d love to.”

Y/N couldn’t help but part her lips at his words, an image of him punishing her like that suddenly vivid in her mind. The atmosphere between them was strange; on the one hand, she was annoyed with him, and he was annoyed with her. On the other, despite their frustrations, that same sexual tension remained. Arguably, the whole thing made it even worse; the idea of him doing that to her only made the electricity between them more prominent.

Seemingly unable to handle it, Bucky undid his seatbelt.

For a fleeting moment, Y/N expected him to just exit the car, too annoyed with her to stay much longer. But when he turned towards her and looked at her with those dark, angry eyes, she knew that him just leaving wasn’t really an option.

She stayed silent as he reached across the central panel and placed his hand on her face. He tilted her head towards him and when their eyes met, he leaned in a little closer. They held eye contact for a long moment, the blue of his eyes softening as he watched her intently. She wondered what he was thinking because for a brief moment, it felt as though all those frustrations from earlier were forgotten. He was looking at her with that familiar kindness and softness in his eyes, stroking her cheek with his thumb and just watching her melt into the gentle touch.

Then, unable to resist the temptation, Y/N pushed herself closer towards him and placed her lips on his. The kiss was delicate, tender almost, and Y/N couldn’t help but reach across and place her hand on the back of his head, enjoying the feeling of his hair between her fingers. For an odd reason that Y/N didn’t really understand, the simple and gentle kiss felt more intimate than anything that had happened between them up until this point. She revelled in the feeling, and when he took her lip between his teeth and tugged, she couldn’t help but part her lips and allow him to deepen the kiss.

She released a tiny gasp when his hand moved from her face down to her neck, her collarbone, her hip, and finally settled on her thigh. She had never been as happy to be wearing a skirt, especially when she took his wrist and led his hand beneath the soft fabric, down between her thighs.

He let her guide him and she moaned quietly against his lips when his long digits expertly began massaging her through her underwear. His touch, though gentle at first, soon became hard and unforgiving, his fingers moving in small circles over her little bundle of nerves until his name fell from her lips in a tiny whimper.

“Do you want my fingers, sweetheart?” He asked, almost tenderly, and when she nodded her head, Bucky chuckled. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she told him breathlessly. “Please.”

He only smiled against her lips and kissed her for a moment longer before retreating. “Come here.”

He leaned back in his seat and Y/N hurried to climb across the central panel and into his welcoming lap, his muscular legs hard beneath her. She didn’t even bother to check whether there was anyone in sight; they were parked just outside his apartment building and at any moment someone could see them. She didn’t care, eager for more of him, and Bucky didn’t appear too concerned with the possibility.

His hands held firmly onto her hips as she situated herself in his lap and his lips soon found hers in a desperate frenzy. It was all tongue and teeth, her fingers pulling at his hair and his own digging into the soft flesh of her hips. He wanted her to move, she realised, and she obeyed without protest, beginning to rock her hips against his own until he groaned against her mouth.

It wasn’t long before he was reaching between her thighs again and pushing her underwear aside, a tiny whimper escaping her at the coldness of his skin. He paused, only long enough to lick his fingers, the wetness allowing him to continue with the assault on her most sensitive spot. He took his time, enjoying the tiny moans falling from her lips and the way in which she ground her hips against his fingers.

“Bucky,” she whispered his name, out of breath and desperate for more. “Fuck me with your fingers. Please.”

She couldn’t believe how pathetic she sounded, how eager she was for more of him. Bucky had a strange effect on her; he made her crave him on a level which was primal and unfamiliar. His arrogance and sensuality - though annoying at times - had her drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She didn’t think she had ever felt as needy for someone, as she felt for him.

“Only if you apologise for your behaviour earlier.” His tone was soft, but it held a threatening edge to it that made the whole thing even more erotic than it already was. He knew exactly how his words and his demeanour affected her and he was using it skilfully to his advantage. He wanted to see her beg.

Her hips jerked against his fingers, wishing for that delectable stretch between her thighs. “I’m sorry,” she murmured feebly, her eyes closed, face buried in the crook of her neck. Even his scent was arousing and Y/N could feel her mouth watering. He chuckled darkly when she sunk her teeth into his skin, desperate for a release.

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.”

She gasped when she felt his finger trace her entrance, teasing her in a way which made her insides clench with need, thick and hot. It was torture.

“So wet for me,” he praised, his voice quiet. He hummed at the feeling of her tongue on his neck, her pussy glistening and ready for him.

She couldn’t take this anymore. “I’m sorry for my bad behaviour.” The words tumbled past her lips, expelled upon a shaky breath. She didn’t care if she was admitting defeat and letting him have all the power. She needed a release too much, the long nights she spent thinking about him but unable to touch herself proving to have dire consequences. “It’s not going to happen again. I promise. Just please... do something.”

Contented with her response, Bucky caught her lips with his own and slowly sunk two of his thick fingers deep into her yearning cunt. She gasped at the stretch and whimpered in satisfaction when he slowly pulled them out, then drove them back in, deeper than before. He set a slow pace for himself at first, allowing her to get used to the size and when she asked for more, he gladly provided.

There was something so thrilling about the whole thing. She couldn’t quite believe that her father’s best friend was doing this to her, let alone that it was happening in his car. The idea was filthy and disgusting, but at the same time, it was dangerous and arousing.

It felt good; better than good, really, especially when Bucky used his thumb to continue the assault on her clit. Profanities spilled from her lips in breathless whispers, her eyes screwed shut, hips rocking against his touch. His fingers were thick and skilled at what he was doing; he was hitting all the right places and the way in which he was watching her, all dark and curious eyes made the whole thing even more intense.

“Is that good? Do you like my fingers, sweetheart?” He asked lowly, and her walls clenched at his dirty, provocative tone.

She nodded her head, unable to form a coherent sentence. She was drowning in pleasure.

“Use your words. I want you to tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Whimpering, she parted her lips to speak and took in a shaky breath. “It feels amazing.” She paused, grinding her hips down harder and biting her lip at the intensity. “I love the feeling of your fingers inside of me. So thick and... rough.”

Bucky smiled in satisfaction at her words. His eyes were hazy, not from the effects of the few beers he drank but from sheer arousal at her responsiveness to him. He was enjoying this just as much as she was.

“Whose fingers do you prefer, mine or your little boy toys in the past?”

It was a question with an obvious answer.

“Yours- fuck.”

The coil in her stomach was coming undone at his dirty words. She was feeling that familiar sensation of her orgasm approaching, her walls tightening around his digits as profanities spilled from her lips. She was so close... but then, he retreated his hand.

She whimpered at the sudden emptiness and the unattained orgasm. She opened her eyes, gauging his expression and was met with a satisfied smirk across his lips.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked, eyes on hers. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen, and when he hummed at the taste of her on his tongue, all she could do was whisper his name. He had the devil in his eyes.

“Why... Why did you stop? I was so close...” She realised how pathetic she sounded but in her unsatisfied and disheveled state, she didn’t really care.

Bucky only chuckled, and reached down to readjust her panties. He covered her up again. “That’ll teach you not to fuck with me.”

She frowned. “You’re just going to stop? After you just-”

He shot her a warning look. “After the stunt you pulled today, did you really think I would reward you with an orgasm?” He released a little laugh, a sinister sound which made goosebumps rise on her skin, that familiar feeling of embarrassment filling her to the brim. He continued. “Silly girl. Take this as punishment for your bad behaviour at dinner today. Hopefully it teaches you a lesson.”

He reached out and stroked her cheek, the motion gentle and tender despite the threat in his words. Somehow, the rejection felt erotic, his blue eyes gazing into hers.

“Another day added to your torment, but don’t worry, sweetheart. Soon, it will all be over.”

PART V

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notesofarichlycolorednight · 7 years ago

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Hi,pal! I'm loving "It's the perfect story"! However, the subject I'm talking about doesn't directly to the fic. By what I know, people don't hate Silena because she was the spy,it's more like they think her being seduced/manipulated into doing it is detracting to her character. Many posts say that's very insulting to teen girls, or her cause should be something like "her cabin was being disrespected"(out of character IMO, but I'll talk about it later)...

Continuation. Or “the demigods were being mistreated by the gods”(not a bad one,but Silena didn’t really feel the worst of the gods IMO. Not like Luke, Chris or Tori in the fic). People are entitled to their opinions, but I disagree. About the “disrespected cabin stuff”,Silena is defensive in a blunt, straightforward way when it happens. Examples: how she wanted to fight the Huntresses when they said love was worthless;or when people were surprised by her magic knowledge,and she looked offended.

Cont. Besides, those behaviors show that Silena can be quite passionate and proud, what probably made her vulnerable to manipulation(her romantic nature didn’t help). Besides, Silena herself thought she was saving lives. I believe Luke’s words would sound truer to her if she cared about him than from a dispassionate perspective. Besides, if Luke managed to lure Percy to near death with a friendly smile and soda,despite Percy’s instincts saying no,I believe he could do it to Silena…

Cont. By what I read, your only issue was the age. However, I think that was something like “death of the author” in canon,as she didn’t get one. In fact, I rather like the idea of Silena being an older camper,including than Charles(if 18 years old girls date boys in their 20’s…),both in canon and in your fic. In your fic,it could make her Tori ’ s peer. In canon,it’d fit the whole “role model” stuff we had going on HoO.

what’s up dude! thanks, i’m glad to hear you’re enjoying it!

that’s how i interpreted it when i read the books (or how i remember interpreting it, at least, i haven’t read the series in a while) like, being the spy meant she was a traitor, which is also a comment abt her character (i.e., may she’s not the greatest person–for the lack of a better word–bc she was a traitor). when clarisses declares she’s a hero, i assumed it was supposed to be juxtaposed to her being a traitor. which is a roundabout way to say that the ultimate end is the same, whereas the perspective is different? but i can see where others are coming from–that the campers would be more mad bc of the fact that she was easily manipulated by luke, rather than her being the spy

i guess i can see where ppl are coming from regarding it being an insult to teen girls (i’d really like to see those posts tho, bc i actually haven’t seen anyone talk abt that–i somehow manage to avoid discourse like we’re two opposing magnets, my d-list x-men power), bc it plays off the stereotype that teen girls are so boy crazy, they’re easily manipulated by any good-looking guy that smiles in their direction. it doesn’t help that she’s a child of aphrodite. and what i mean by that is, i think, ppl often water down what aphrodite is the goddess of. when ppl say, “she’s the goddess of love and beauty” ppl often think she’s the goddess of, “being vain and romantic/sexual love” (not true btw, fite me, i will gladly jump into that discourse)

but anyway, back to my main point, i can see how it may play off a teen girl stereotype (rick is good at doing that sometimes, which isn’t entirely his fault, bc like i said abt toxic masculinity, it’s so ingrained in our society, it’s hard to unlearn and we often fall into those stereotypes if we’re not fully aware of them and consciously thinking about them), but i also don’t entirely agree with that argument, either

now i could be wrong, esp since i haven’t read any of this discourse, so i haven’t read ppl’s reasoning or arguments, but it sounds very surface-level White Feminism™ and what i mean by that is that there are more grey areas to this argument, okay, so put away your pitchforks and put out your torches and, i mean, also that this argument is coming from ppl who want to seem like they’re woke, but then turn around and continue to do or say things that are insidiously bigoted

like i said, i can see how it plays into a stereotype, but if we’re going by rick’s canon (which we totally don’t have to, but for this argument’s sake we are) she’s young and impressionable, luke is handsome and charming–if another young person were in her position, we’d probably see the same thing. young ppl are easy to manipulate, they just are. they’re still learning abt the world, and how it works, and that maybe not everyone has good intentions. not to mention they’re still trying to find themselves, and they look to peers, mentors, and ppl who are respected (for whatever reason) for cues to how they should act and think. it’s like trying on clothes or taste-testing foods–they’re trying out opinions. if they don’t like the “taste” of an opinion, then they learn, grow, and change. some ppl instantly connect with an opinion (which could be bigoted or not) and not explore further, or could be sheltered and just not have the opportunity to experience anything else.

the opinion here: the gods are bad. the person she’s looking to for guidance: luke. plain and simple

and, as you say anon, percy even fell for luke’s charms (despite the warning signs!! and percy is most def Not Straight, so luke was also using that fact against percy as well, whether rick luke knew it or not). so, ya know, there ya go

now, i think rick chose a child of aphrodite, and a girl, bc he thought he was turning a trope on its head–you’d never expect (from the stereotype of what aphrodite stands for) silena to be a spy, to work for kronos of all ppl titans. do you see what i mean? i think he was going for an elle woods effect–except in the polar opposite direction. the ends is the same, where this girl who is often underestimated (like elle) turns out to do something no one expected of her (in silena’s case, being the spy, which takes a lot of guts, nerve, and smarts–the opposite of what ppl expect from aphrodite, based on a reductive stereotype)

and that’s where the real issue lies, not that she was a teen girl, but rather some of the decisions the author made under wrong assumptions

i agree that the alternatives aren’t as sincere or make as much sense. silena didn’t experience a whole lot of strife regarding her mom or the gods in general, so she’d have no reason to hate them as luke does–she’d have no reason to be the spy for luke if he were to simply use that argument to get her to kronos’s side. and maybe she would’ve joined kronos under “her cabin was being disrespected,” however, it was’t being disrespected by the gods themselves, right? not like the minor gods, not like nemesis or hecate. the disrespect comes more from the ppl around her–the ppl who assume the wrong things abt aphrodite when they hear the words “love” and “beauty.” so that alternative reason doesn’t hold a lot of water if you really think abt it

i also agree with you: that her passion and pride made her more easily manipulated, and also that luke’s words would mean more coming from a more passionate and personal perspective. luke fed her lines that played into her character (like how kronos fed luke lines that played into his hatred for the gods). if she felt passionate abt helping save ppl (and it’s coming from someone she likes, someone she looks up to), then she’d be the spy for sure. if she had a crush on luke, more for him to use against her, right? that’s just how it goes sometimes, ya know? her crush are her rose-colored glasses, add that on top of “you’d be saving lives” and, well, luke’s got her wrapped around kronos’s finger

yeah, the age thing is a big sticking point for me, just bc based on the timeline of things, she’s several years younger than luke (which make his kiss, in my story, really gross). if beckendorf was going to college during tlo, he was probably at the least 18, and silena was probably around the same age. by this time, luke is 23, so that means that she’s abt 5 years younger? is five years a huge deal between older ppl (like mid- to late-twenties and beyond)? not at all. but with younger ppl (teens and early twenties), it’s a HUGE gap in age, and a HUGE deal.

but like you say, i think rick is hitting that point of “death of the author” (esp with more recent events…btw, jason is totally alive and well, and if you think or try to tell me differently, then you can meet me in a denny’s parking lot at 3am), so we can totes not follow canon and age both silena and beckendorf up. not to mention, there’s no specific age that ppl go to college (just in general most ppl starting college are from 17-20) so it’s completely fine for beckendorf to be going to college at 22, 23. and a 2 yr age difference (regarding beckendorf at 20, dating silena at 18) is totes better than a 5 yr difference for sure

i really like tori and silena being peers, and i if i had been more comfortable breaking canon (and knew what i know now, then), it would’ve been fun to write (but eeeyyy, it’s fun to think abt, so there may be headcanons in your future regarding this). finally, you’re right, i think it would make “silena as a role model” so much more powerful if she had been/was older in canon

thanks for sending these in! i had a lot of fun talking and thinking abt all the points you brought up/made, and i hope to continue this discussion, if you want!

#oh god for shame! i do not even know your name #notesofananonymousnight #asked and answered #silena beauregard #pjo meta #washingdad writes

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