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bucktommys · 2 years

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to love you, for god’s sake

buck/eddie | 4k+ | ao3

Mr LAFD Updates Man meets a popstar. aka bad s6 spec. aka im so sorry.

“Wait, the Palladium?” is the first thing Buck says when Bobby gets off the radio. “As in, the Hollywood Palladium?”

“I can imagine so,” Bobby says, as he starts the firetruck engine. They hadn’t even gotten back to the station before they’d been radioed for an extraction in the local area; next to Eddie, Chimney is frantically guzzling the coffee Ravi had fetched for them only seconds before. “Why, are you familiar with it?”

“I wonder,” Buck starts, and then nothing else, ears flaming red. Eddie touches their knees together. It’s mostly grounding, the way he always does whenever Buck gets cagey, but also—he knows that look.

That’s the I think we’re about to bump into an ex type look.

Eddie normally tries to pretend that Mr LAFD Updates Man is one extensive bad dream, but when he’s dating the most good-looking man in America, who has also probably hooked up with half of millennial Los Angeles, sometimes the fact he’s a semi-famous public figure comes in handy. Namely in that he watched a TED Talk about powerposing and is not necessarily above evoking the Wonderwoman stance at Buck’s shoulder if someone ever gets a little too familiar.

(Besides. He did not suffer through multiple shirtless of pictures of himself being memorialised on what Ravi has explained to him is gay Twitter for people to think his boyfriend is on the market.)

“You wonder?” he prompts mildly.

He’s expecting Buck to maybe shyly duck his head, admit that he once dated a concession girl who worked at the Hollywood Palladium, or maybe even that he hooked up with a roadie in one of the bathrooms there—but then fucking Ravi looks up sharply, too. “Did you say Hollywood Palladium?” he says.

Bobby frowns in the rearview. “Is there something I’m missing here?”

“No,” Buck and Ravi say, at the same time. Then they both wildly hold each other’s gazes like they’re daring the other to say anything.

“Wait,” Lucy says. “Isn’t that country guy doing a show there tonight?”

“Country guy?” Chimney says.

“Yeah, you know him. What’s his name—Gary something? He’s the one with the…” She does an ambiguous gesture, snapping her fingers to remember. “Glitter. And cowboy hat. Right?”

The image vaguely rings a bell in Eddie’s head. To Buck, he says, “Don’t you listen to a singer who wears glitter and cowboy hats?”

Buck’s face has steadily gone redder and redder and he’s stoutly avoiding eye contact, and oh, yeah, he so does, and yeah, this is so him. “…No.”

Eddie is delighted. “Yeah, you do. He sings that one song about moonlight, right, that you always play when you’re cooking dinner?” Cowboys Don’t Dance, is what it is. Eddie will never forget it—it’s the song they had their first kiss to, over a half-greased muffin tin and an attempt at bran cupcakes. “What’s it called again… Dancing Cowboys?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Buck says, cheeks scarlet. “You know what it’s called.”

“You’re right,” Eddie says, to be an asshole, snapping his fingers. “Cowboys Do Dance.”

“Cowboys Don’t Dance,” Ravi blurts, and then claps his hands over his mouth. Lucy looks like the cat who just got the cream. Chimney is glancing between everyone like he’s watching a ping-pong match and grinning maniacally. “It’s called Cowboys Don’t Dance and it’s by Gerald Rhinestone and he’s literally my favourite singer of all time and he’s got a show at the Palladium tonight.”

Everyone stares at him. Buck points a shaking finger at him. “You’re a Rhinestone?”

“Of course I’m a Rhinestone,” Ravi snaps. “I have a Twitter account.”

“His name is Gerald Rhinestone?” Chimney says. He looks like he’s trying not to burst into laughter. “Is that a stage name?”

“Yes,” Buck says, “obviously. His real name is Dom Simmons.”

Eddie is so, so fucking charmed. “Obviously.”

“Don’t even start with me,” Buck says to him. “I know you know what that song was called.”

“Now, I’m not insinuating anything,” Chimney says, “but all I am saying is that that name sounds like it belongs to a gay pornstar.”

“Are we about to meet Gerald Rhinestone?” Ravi says, panicked. “Cap, did they say anything?”

Bobby’s voice is bubbling with laughter when he says, “No, dispatch did not let me know if there was a popstar there as well.”

“He’s not a popstar,” Buck says, “he’s a country star.”

“There’s a difference,” Ravi says.

“Man,” Lucy says. “I did not think the inside of his firetruck could possibly get any gayer after Buck and Eddie got together. And yet here are.”

Ravi maturely sticks his tongue out at her, and she sticks hers out in return. Hen says, “Oh, Karen loves Gerald Rhinestone. She always plays his music around the house when she’s cleaning.”

“What does she listen to?” Buck says.

“Her favourite is that one about horses. What’s it called—Ride?”

“Ride Until We Die,” Buck says. To Ravi, he mouths, basic, and Ravi nods gravely. Hen catches him and kicks him. “Sorry, but it is!”

Before they can start squabbling, the truck comes to a stop. “Okay, we’re here,” Bobby says, and then, before any of them can get out, he turns around in his seat, hooking an arm over the back of it, and looks at Buck and Ravi. “If—and I mean if—your Gary Rhinestone—”

“Gerald,” Ravi mumbles.

“—is in there, I want you to remember that we’re professionals and we have a job to do. I understand being starstruck—goodness knows when I met Scott Hamilton I blacked out—but we’re going into an active medical scene here, and I need you to keep your heads on. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Cap,” Buck and Ravi say. Eddie squeezes Buck’s knee.

“Who’s Scott Hamilton?” Chimney says.

Bobby frowns at him. “You don’t know Scott Hamilton?” Chimney shrugs. Bobby looks at everyone in the truck, and is greeted by blank faces. “Scott Hamilton? He won the Olympic gold in the 1984 Winter Olympics?”

There is a pause. “Oh, that Scott Hamilton,” Chimney says, feebly. Bobby just huffs a laugh and climbs out the truck.

Everyone follows suit, Hen and Ravi still hotly debating at how many songs and which ones they are can someone claim themselves a fan, but Eddie lingers to the back, with Buck, whose feet slow on the sidewalk outside the truck as he gapes at the big neon GERALD RHINESTONE sign across the front of the venue. He looks completely awestruck, and even though they’re at work, Eddie can’t help but nudge their hips together, just a little, coming to a stop beside him: Bobby’s at the front, anyway.

“You doing okay?” he teases, softly.

“I think I’m about to die,” Buck says. “God, Eddie, what if he’s there? What if I meet Gerald Rhinestone?”

“It’s two in the afternoon, sweetheart,” Eddie says. “You really think he’ll be there this early?”

“I don’t know! Maybe!” Buck presses a grieved hand to his forehead. It’s kinda hysterical how nervous he looks. If Eddie were any less secure in their relationship, he might have started getting jealous. “How’s my hair?”

“It looks good,” Eddie says; means it, because of course it does, because it’s Buck, who’s beautiful even when it’s curling and hanging over his forehead, but who also takes care to gel and comb it into place every morning. Buck smiles, a little surprised, anyway.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “Of course. You always look good.”

Buck’s smile comes a little softer. “You knew the name of the song, didn’t you? In the truck?”

“I’m not going to forget something like that.” He means that, too, because it’s not every day you kiss the love of your goddamn life for the first time, yanking open the front door, still in his dispatch uniform, Buck having beat him home by twenty minutes and stress-baking muffins for Christopher’s bake sale that Friday, barely getting a “hey” out before Eddie had strode across the kitchen, taken his face in his hands, and kissed him fucking silly—but also because the song is called Cowboys Can’t Dance. That’s the name of the song they had their first kiss to. Cowboys Can’t Dance.

It could have been worse, is how he comforts himself. He knows Buck unironically has Wonderwall on that playlist.

“Buckley! Diaz!” Bobby calls, halfway up the steps to the entrance. “You coming?”

“You’re a romantic piece of shit sometimes, Diaz,” Buck says, but he gets in an ass-pinch before he’s dancing up the steps, laughing delightedly as Eddie chases him up. “Hey, this is workplace harassment!”

It appears he’s mostly forgotten about Gerald Rhinestone, but it doesn’t last long. Someone harried greets them in the foyer, leading them into the mostly-empty auditorium, which is predominantly populated by venue and tour staff carting around wires and roadcases. “He must have completely misjudged the end of the stage,” the woman is explaining as she hurries down the aisle, the 118 close at her heels. “They were just rehearsing for the set tonight and then he fell into the orchestra pit. He’s okay, I think, he’s talking and awake and lucid, but I think he’s done something to his ankle.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Bobby says. “We’ll take it from here.”

She nods gratefully, clasping her hands into a worried knot beneath her chin, and steps back, allowing them to all peer over the edge of the orchestra pit.

To Eddie, it just looks like a regular guy on the floor, surrounded by people all still carrying instruments, but from beside him Buck lets out a squeak and Ravi mumbles something that sounds like a prayer for help. Eddie glances at them, but then Bobby is calling down, “LAFD, sir, just hold on for us a little longer,” and is herding them all down staircase on the side of the pit to enter in.

“How are you boys doing?” Hen teases as they descend.

“I think I’m about to die,” Ravi says faintly.

“I heard you praying,” Chimney says. “I didn’t know you were religious.”

“I was blaspheming and hoping God would just kill me.”

Eddie hides a smile. “There’s something kinda wrong with both of you.”

“Okay, funny, Mr Breakdown,” Ravi snits, and Eddie says, mostly on instinct, “LAFD Updates Man, actually.”

Ravi glowers. “I liked you better when you were straight.”

Buck lets out a hysterical giggle.

Eddie’s eyes adjust when they get to the bottom of the stairs. He’s never been one for live theatre—why see people from far away onstage when you could just watch a movie?—but he had definitely misjudged how big orchestra pits are. In his head, they’d always been huge, but this one is small, and crowded—both enough so that there’s really nowhere for Buck to escape to, though Eddie can tell he wants to as they all shoulder their way through what presumably is the band, still holding their instruments and looking worried.

And then—

“I told y’all,” says the man, still on the ground. He looks relatively okay, aside from his ankle, which is twisted at a nasty angle and beginning to go purple. Someone’s elevated it on a chair, and there’s a person behind him helping him sit upright. “You didn’t need to call 911.”

“Were you expecting to play the set with a snapped ankle, Dom?” a lady holding a banjo says to him.

“Well, no, but we could have just driven me. I’m so sorry about the inconvenience,” the man adds to Bobby, at the front of the group, and though he’s not talking to him directly Buck goes a pretty pink all over. “Thank y’all for coming all this way.”

“Not a problem,” Bobby says. “We were in the area.” He nods behind him. “Hen, Chim, can you check his ankle? Eddie, check for any head injuries.

“Cap, yes, Cap,” Chimney says, because he likes to think he’s funny, and then they’re swanning over, Hen and Chimney settling beside his elevated ankle and Eddie crouching next to him, pulling out his penlight.

“How’s your head, sir?” he says. The man turns to look at him, and—yeah, okay, Eddie gets the hype now. He’s more into the stocky guys himself, hence Buck, who is built like a barn, but he can’t deny that this is a beautiful man in front of him, all green eyes and dark hair. He can imagine this dude probably makes a killing on dating apps, especially if he looks at people the way he’s looking at Eddie. Damn, Eddie can’t imagine what he’d be like if he actually turned it on.

“Oh, all good,” the man says. He does a once-over of Eddie, probably verifying that he’s LAFD. “I didn’t hit it when I fell.”

His banjo player sighs somewhere above them. “Yeah, because you landed feet-first like an idiot and crumpled like a Coke can.”

“I’m just going to check your pupils, to be safe,” Eddie says, and flashes the penlight at the man’s eyes. (Or—he’s not really the man, considering Eddie knows who he is, but what does he call him? Gerald Rhinestone? Dom? Just Gerald? He feels as though Gerald Rhinestone must be in all capitals whenever he says it in his head.) The man’s eyes look more than fine, though his pupils are a little dilated. Eddie frowns, putting the penlight down. Maybe it’s just a little dark in here. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Gerald,” the man says, which at least saves Eddie the panic of deciding what to call him in his head. He holds out his hand, even though Eddie hadn’t been introducing himself. “And yours?”

“Uh,” Eddie says. “I’m Eddie.”

He shakes his hand. Gerald holds on for a little long. There is a choking noise behind them.

“Say,” Gerald says, finally. “You look kinda familiar.”

“Just one of those faces, I guess,” Eddie says. “Can you tell me the date?”

Gerald ignores him, squinting. It’s not until his friend holding him up sucks in a breath and says, “Holy shit, are you that Twitter guy?” that he seems to land on where he recognises him from.

And of course, it’s Twitter. It’s always fucking Twitter.

“Yes,” Eddie says, a little resigned. Whichever influencer slid into his DMs to reassure him that the internet’s memory was fleeting and he’d be back to his normal life in a manner of weeks was talking from their ass, because it’s been nearly a year and he’s still getting this sort of shit. (He supposes it doesn’t help that Josh is apparently still milking his likeness all over Twitter for dispatch interaction. Not that he knows this, because he deleted Twitter.) “Can you tell me the date, Gerald?”

“November twelfth,” Gerald says, and his eyes do another deliberate drag down Eddie’s body. It’s not until what definitely sounds like Buck from behind him makes a wheezing sound that Eddie realises, with a sudden start, that he thinks he might be getting hit on. “You’re impressive up close, Mr LAFD Updates.”

Eddie cannot be getting hit on by the man who wrote the song he had his first kiss with Buck with. This can’t really be happening.

“You should see him from far away,” Chimney jokes, from still beside his ankle. “Gets so much more handsome when you can’t see his face properly.”

Eddie is a professional, so he doesn’t flip him off, but then Gerald says, “Mm, I don’t know about that,” and he nearly chokes.

“Uh,” he says.

Thankfully, Bobby, his guardian angel, unknowingly descends on them, placing a hand on his shoulder. “How’s our friend, Eddie?” he says.

Eddie bluescreens for a second longer, Gerald still smirking at him, before he remembers, oh, yeah, technically in a workplace, and snaps back into action. “Doesn’t look like he obtained any head injuries—I think it may just be the ankle that got injured.”

“Good,” Bobby says. To Gerald, he says, “Our paramedics are just splinting your ankle so we can lift you onto a stretcher—you’ll be out of here in no time, sir.”

“Thank you,” Gerald says, though this is more of a leer to Eddie than anything.

To Eddie’s surprise, Bobby doesn’t move away at this; he stays, hand still on Eddie’s shoulder, as if deliberating something. Then finally, he leans forward a little furtively. “I have two firefighters behind me who are big fans,” he says, lowly. “Do you mind terribly if they come say hello? I think they’re both jumping out of their skin.”

Gerald laughs. “Of course. I love meeting fans.” He winks at Eddie, who feels himself traitorously blush a little. (Look, he can’t help it, okay? Gerald Rhinestone is a handsome dude.)

Bobby hasn’t even properly straightened before Buck and Ravi are making beelines, Lucy swaggering behind them, snapping at her gum with her arms folded. Eddie feels Buck’s hand dust across his shoulder, and he reaches up to smooth a hand over it before it then basically pushes him out the way and Buck settles in next to him, eyes huge and wide. “Hi, Mr Rhinestone,” he squeaks. “I’m a huge fan.”

He holds out his hand. Gerald laughs warmly and shakes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says. “What’s your name?”

Buck evidently did not anticipate getting this far, because he just kind of gapes. Eddie magnanimously steps in.

“This is Buck,” he says, and Gerald’s smile gets a little smirkier. “And that’s Ravi.”

“Hi,” Ravi manages, still stood. “I really like your vest.”

Gerald looks down at himself like he’d forgotten what he was wearing. For the first time, Eddie properly registers the pink sparkly waistcoat, unbuttoned to show off a lot of his tanned hairless chest. “Oh, thank you,” he says. “I like your… gear.”

Ravi giggles. (Fucking giggles!) Buck just keeps kinda gaping.

“I was just getting acquainted with your coworker here,” Gerald continues, and oh no. “He was just telling me about his stint as Mr LAFD Updates Man.”

“Oh, I wasn’t,” Eddie says, but it falls on deaf ears.

“I have to say, I’m a big fan,” Gerald says. “I turned on post notifications and everything.”

“Wow,” Ravi says, dreamily.

“That’s nice,” says Eddie.

“And when I saw him today,” Gerald continues, “I almost couldn’t believe it. It’s not every day you meet a celebrity.”

Buck and Ravi are nodding so intently Eddie’s a little afraid for their necks. “Sure isn’t,” Buck agrees, as Ravi says solemnly, “So true.”

Eddie laughs nervously. “Ah, well. I wouldn’t call myself a celebrity.”

“Mm,” Gerald says, still smirking. “Say, Mr LAFD Updates Man, I don’t suppose I could get a photo?”

Eddie—blinks. “Of me?”

“Well, sure,” Gerald agrees easily, “but I was hoping with you.”

Eddie glances at Buck. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but it’s certainly not for Buck to be looking at him like he’s stupid. “It’s rude to keep someone waiting, Eddie,” he says.

And—okay. Well, then. “Uh, sure,” Eddie says, thrown. He’s had to get good at selfies, unfortunately, considering after the first one was posted online he has been exponentially accosted with more people asking for them, and due to the nature of his job this wouldn’t be the first that’s been taken on a medical scene—his personal favourite was with the girl who had accidentally been shot in the leg with a crossbow—but it is the first that he can see, in his peripheral, Buck and Ravi desperately trying to get in the frame of in the background. Gerald leans a little too close as he takes the picture—Buck’s eyebrow and birthmark makes it in, as does the flick of Ravi’s hair—and then, to Eddie’s surprise, passes the phone to him.

“To put your number in,” he says.

Eddie gapes at him, and then turns to frown at Buck. Buck prods, “Eddie, give the man your number.”

“Oh my God,” Eddie says, but does as he’s told. He doesn’t put a name, which maybe was a bad idea, because Gerald does so himself when he passes it back, as Mr LAFD Updates Man and a—Christ alive—eggplant emoji—yeah, after dating Buck for a year Eddie now knows what that means.

“I’ll text you, cowboy,” Gerald says, with a wink.

“…Okay,” Eddie says. This is bizarre. This whole day is bizarre. Buck vibrating next to him is absolutely bizarre.

“Can we get pictures too?” Ravi pipes.

And so Gerald fucking Rhinestone takes photos with both Ravi and Buck, and then also Hen for Karen, and records a video for Ravi’s Twitter followers, and then his manager asks if they want to take a group picture for his social media and Eddie somehow ends up between Buck and Gerald—who is still on the floor with a broken ankle, may he add—and feels like he’s stepped into an alternate dimension.

This is the weirdest fucking day of his life.

Finally, Hen and Chimney help him onto a backboard, and Buck and Chimney carry him out the auditorium and into the ambulance. By now, they’ve garnered company, and Bobby as well as the venue staff are standing shoulder to shoulder trying to keep the fans back. Gerald doesn’t help, waving to them from his backboard like a king on a dais, and then someone shrieks, “That’s Mr LAFD Updates Man!” and Eddie pretty much makes a run for the firetruck.

“Holy shit,” Ravi says, once they’ve all climbed in. “What just happened. I think I blacked out.”

“I cannot believe you got his fucking number,” Lucy says, with a laugh.

“Yeah, neither can I,” Eddie says, and knocks his knee pointedly into Buck’s. Buck is still vibrating a little—it’s kinda adorable, how fucking psyched he is, like a kid with an ice cream, but also Eddie needs some clarity here. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Uh, because Gerald Rhinestone was hitting on you?” Buck says. “Baby, I wouldn’t even be upset if you left me for him.”

Eddie gapes. Fucking gapes. Ravi says, “Word,” from behind his phone, probably live-Tweeting this whole conversation. Eddie wonders if it’s worth it to fall out the truck into moving traffic.

“What?” he says. “Why would I do that?”

He’s dismayed, actually, that Buck would say that, and Buck must notice, because he quickly takes his hand. “Hey, I’m kidding,” he says. “If you left me for him I’d be fucking devastated. Like, the kind of devastation I don’t think I could ever recover from.” The rest of the truck are politely pretending not to hear this. “It’s just… you know. He’s Gerald Rhinestone. I’d let you.”

Eddie is so, so confused. “Let me what?”

“You know. Have sex with him.”

Chimney barks with laughter and Hen elbows him. She is looking so pointedly out the window that her neck is almost at a full one-eighty turn. Eddie repeats, “Have sex with Gerald Rhinestone.”

“I’d be ashamed of you if you didn’t.”

“What the fuck,” Eddie says. “Why would I want to have sex with Gerald Rhinestone?”

Buck owlishly blinks at him. “Did you not see him?”

“I mean—yeah, I was there.”

“He’s hot like burning.”

“I mean, I guess,” Eddie says. “But why would I want to have sex with anyone who wasn’t you?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Lucy mutters, and Chimney starts rolling down the window, probably to make his escape, but all Eddie can focus on is Buck, the way his face softens, eyes growing soppy—but also so in love Eddie aches a little.

“You sweet-talker, you,” Buck says, softly.

“I’m serious.”

“I know, and I’m mad, because if our positions were swapped I probably would have sex with Gerald Rhinestone.” Eddie elbows him. “I’m joking!”

“You’re so not,” Eddie says, and Buck grins at him, kinda guilelessly. Big burly overcoats and seatbelts be damned, Eddie throws an arm around his shoulders, and Buck obligingly tips, head on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I’d probably have sex with Ryan Reynolds if he asked.”

Buck bites a little at his shoulder. “Asshole,” he says, but his fingers find Eddie’s anyway, link together even when he sits up. They don’t hold hands much at work, at most just a quick squeeze, but here, neither of them let go.

Bobby says, from the front of the truck, “That was information I didn’t need to know about either of you.”

“This whole thing is going on Twitter, by the way,” Ravi says. “So you know.”

Buck squeezes his hand and smiles at him, bright-eyed and pink-cheeked. For the first time, Eddie can’t say he cares.

#my fic #IM SO SORRY FOR WHATEVER THIS IS

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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Arch That Back, Baby (Taemin x Dom!Reader One-Shot)

Title: Arch That Back, Baby

Pairing: Sub!Taemin x Dom! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Pegging, Taemin sucking a strap, Unprotected sex, strong language, jealous Taemin, cam sex, voyeurism, spanking

Other idols mentioned: Max Changmin, Kai, Jimin, Ravi

Word Count: 4029

Summary: You are a songwriter for SM ent. and get a chance to collab with Max Changmin and you are the song release party. Taemin is jealous but you will handle him when you get home.

"You are really beautiful, Y/N," Changmin mentions, and he's only a few inches away from you. All night you have been near one another.

His well-tailored suit, expensive cologne, and designer shoes tell a story of a successful singing career that's lasted almost 20 years.

You, on the other hand, aren't afforded the same luxuries, and you are sure many people are wondering how you got here today.

You aren't sure if people even know who you are. All night people have come over to you two and only held conversations with Changmin and blatantly ignored you.

Changmin explains each time that you are fluent in Korean and that you are the beautiful voice on the song. Many nervously laugh in disbelief, but you ignore it.

You still smile in your black Gucci dress that your manager rented, and it makes you feel good to have such expensive textile wrapped against your skin.

Changmin takes notice, and his eyes drive down your body. His gaze moves along like he wants to call your body home, even only just for one night.

You aren't used to this type of attention from him. You sip your glass of sparkling water to ease the tension of his suggestive glares that have marked you all night.

This is the first time you've seen him behave in this way.

"That's sweet of you to say," you finally address his comment, and you clear your throat.

"How's your wife doing? Where is she?" You change the subject and bring his wife to the front of his brain so he can act like he's got some type of sense.

"My wife.. uh, she's at home," Changmin's stumbling and nervous laugh bother you a bit. "But why are we bringing her up?"

"I just wanted to know why she wasn't here."

"I mean, she thinks you're beautiful, too."

"Okay, I wish I could say the same, but I've never seen her at any of our sessions," you reply.

"It's more of an arrangement. She lets me do whatever I want," he continues to add.

You want to walk off because now the conversation is turning into something you aren't prepared for. You would rather be home in bed, but this is your last promotional event before the MV drops tonight.

"Oh. Well, I think we should continue to keep things professional."

Changmin says something else, but you tune him out. You look past him and see Taemin with his best friends. He's being overly animated and loud, and you know that's not his true nature.

You're not sure if he's had a few drinks or if he wants to grab your attention.

By his constant glares, you can tell he's wanted your attention all night, and you see how he continues to reach into his pocket for his phone.

You watch his face tighten when he looks at the screen, and he shoves his phone back into his pocket.

Taemin's eyes cut over at you, but then he quickly returns his attention to his friends Ravi and Kai.

You know he's texted you all night, but your manager has your phone. You can only imagine what the text messages say.

You've noticed during the duration of the party that Taemin's eyes haven't left your side. So, you already know that your proximity to his sunbaenim is bothering him.

You take a step back, hoping that Changmin doesn't notice, but he does, and he leans even closer to you.

"Why don't we just get out of here? Just me and you?" Changmin asks.

His forward offer comes out of left field. You've worked with him for the last two weeks to complete a feature for him. You've been alone with him, and not once has he even made a suggestive move towards you.

You look at Changmin's hand, and he's been nursing sparkling water all night, so it's not that he's drunk. Or, maybe he had a few drinks before the party.

"Again. I didn't agree to work with you to get a chance to sleep with you. I'm not going to tell you again, but I'm not interested," you say.

This time your tone is dominant. You've worked with different people worldwide, and you've always prided yourself on keeping things professional.

***

"Are you really going to let Changmin be close to her like that?" Ravi taunts him, and Taemin clenches his jaw.

"I didn't know Y/N liked guys like him," Kai adds. The men start to laugh, all except Taemin.

Taemin rolls his eyes for the thousandth time and is starting to feel the irritation rise in his throat.

"You know how he is," Taemin groans. He wants nothing more than to go over to Changmin and pull you away from him.

He keeps seeing it happen in his head, but he knows it's nothing more than a daydream.

"I mean, it's not like she's your girlfriend or anything. So, why trip?" Ravi asks.

"I'm not. She can fuck him if she wants," Taemin forces a smile.

"You're not serious," Kai's mouth is nearly open.

"I am.. she will probably fuck him," Taemin says.

"Is that what y'all are into? Don't tell me you're a cuck?" Ravi asks.

"I'm not. But, I can't control her."

"I dare you to go over there and make a scene," Kai says.

"I don't want to ruin her night," Taemin declines.

"Well, she's already ruined yours," Kai says.

You see Taemin approaching you with wide steps. You take another sip of your water. You aren't sure what he will say, but it's better than convincing Changmin you're not interested.

"Good Evening, Y/n," He smirks at you, then looks at Changmin. "Evening, Sunbaenim," he bows.

"Ah, Lee Taemin. I didn't know you were coming to this event tonight. I didn't know SM's second biggest star would bless us with his presence," Changmin's sarcastic tone bothers you even more.

"Very funny. Yes, I had to support SM's best singer/songwriter. Oh, and you too, Changmin," Taemin throws shade at him, and you chuckle.

"Well, if you two excuse me, I have to mingle with a few more people," Changmin says, and doesn't even give you or Taemin a chance to respond.

"Ugh, you know that fool propositioned me?" You groan and shake off the negative energy off you.

"You seem to like it."

"Taemin, no eww. He's married with a child. C'mon."

"I know you like older guys."

"Nope, I like 93ers."

"No, you don't. You flirted with him all night as if I wasn't even there watching you two. Laughing and do lots of skinship."

"Minnie? Are you okay?" You try to touch his forehead to see if he's warm, but he dodges your touch.

"Y/N, you're playing games with me. Why did you invite me?"

You look around the room to see if anyone is paying attention to your conversation with him. Why of all nights would he choose to argue?

You decide to go outside to the balcony to get some fresh air. The last thing you need is to have a scandal with Taemin.

When you first got to SM, you were specified and told you would never work with Taemin. You didn't understand why or question it. So, technically your "situationship" with him doesn't break your moral code.

You lean over the railing, and you hear your manager's melodic voice behind you.

"Y/n, why did you storm off from Taemin?"

"I'm not feeling well," you lie.

"There are a lot of important people here that watch everything you do. Remember, you cannot fraternize with the idols."

"Sooyoung," you turn around to face him. "You know Taemin is different."

"He's not worth losing your job. You've been doing so good. Getting caught up with him is bad news."

Sooyoung probably knows that you do mess around with Taemin. But, his bad boy backstage persona is just smoke and mirrors. He's a submissive whore who whines and comes undone on your strap.

"I'm not losing my job."

"So, why has he sent you over 20 messages since we've been here?" Sooyoung holds your phone up to your face.

"Soo! He's just my friend."

"I saw how he watched you and Changmin all night. He's your weakness. You need to get rid of him. Let tonight be the last time you speak to him. You know they are harder on foreigners, and you're a black woman."

"I know, I know. I will figure it out."

"Do whatever you have to do to get him out of your system. This collab with Changmin could be the start of your singing career."

"I don't want to be an idol," you whine.

"Too late. Lee Sooman sees something in you. This opportunity can change your life."

You sigh because you know he's right.

"Alright, I'm going home."

"Don't take Taemin, either."

You roll your eyes and suck your teeth. "You said I can have one more night with him."

"Fine. You better not get caught."

You look at the many text messages of Taemin being the bratty sub he is, and you shake your head. You stand at the back entrance and wait for your car to pick you up.

The black SUV pulls up, and you put your phone in your purse. Hopefully, no one makes a big deal about you leaving. Your manager stands shoulder to shoulder with you.

"No more, Taemin, after tonight," he reminds you.

Your manager opens the back door and groans when he sees Taemin in the backseat.

He looks back at you and starts to speak. But, you kiss him on the cheek and hop in the backseat before anyone can figure out that Taemin is in your car.

"Bye, Sooyoung! Love you, boo!" you grin, and shut the door before he can say anything else.

"What's his problem?"

"You," I roll my eyes.

"What did I do to him?"

"He says I have to cut you off tonight."

"Sooyoung doesn't run shit, and he's a new manager. Euisoo said he likes us together. He says you keep me in check."

If only Euisoo knows the things that you do to Taemin. You smirk to yourself and think about the last time you were together.

"Not enough if you had to start a fight with me tonight."

"Changmin is a whore. I didn't want you to fall for it."

"We've been fucking for three months now. I don't do anything else besides work, eat, fuck you, and sleep. You are literally a part of my routine, Taem."

"I don't know. Ravi and Kai were making fun of me. Saying Changmin was going to steal my girl."

"Ugh, I knew this wasn't you. You let them get into your head and create problems for us. I swear they are baiting you."

"How?"

"You know why."

"So, you weren't going home with Changmin?"

"You're not serious right now, are you?"

"A little. I mean, he was practically all over you tonight. He danced with you like you were his woman. I mean, Sooyoung is worried about me, but he should be worried about Changmin."

"Taemin, please. Not this shit tonight. Turn Jealous Taemin off, please. I'm not in the mood. Sooyoung says they want to make me an idol."

"That's not you. You're not fake, Y/N. Your melanin is too perfect to be whitened."

"I know, but this could be a good opportunity. I could use the money."

"Don't do it. There are a million Changmins in our industry.. honestly worse than him. Just stick to songwriting."

"Well, I wanted to write for you, but they won't let me."

"I know. I told them I didn't want to work with you."

"Why?"

"Because I've wanted you since you stepped foot in Korea, and I knew that if we worked together, it would have been too obvious."

"Damn, you were plotting on me from the beginning."

"Of course, I was."

***

You stand in front of the camera and position it perfectly in front of the bed. You have already changed your wig to a honey blonde bob wig. You have on your favorite black leather bra and a matching skirt.

You turn the camera and wait for your normal viewers to pop into the chat.

KJI: Taem is trouble, right?

KW: He talked a lot of shit tonight

You smile internally when you notice who has entered the room already—his two best friends who set him up for failure.

You are not exactly sure why you've become a part of the voyeurism crew, but you like it. Sometimes you watch Jimin with his partner, Kai with his, and sometimes Kai and Ravi share the same partner.

"Yes, Minnie is in trouble. His mouth always gets him in trouble, so he'll use it a lot tonight."

"Come here whore," you call out to Taemin. You hear him walk over to you, and you grin at how he's taken the time to get sexy for you.

"Mmm... Minnie, you look hot as fuck," You compliment him. You admire the dark smoky eye makeup he's put on and a bit of lipgloss for highlighting those juicy lips.

Tonight he wears a mesh crop top with a very short skirt. He looks so damn good in those fishnet leggings.

"Thank you, Mistress," he replies.

You pull him over to the camera, and you lift his skirt. You reveal his thong to the patronage watching.

"Minnie, you look so good. You made a mistake by wearing a thong for me," you say. You squeeze his ass and slap it a few times.

PJ: Sorry I'm late.. what did I miss?

"You didn't miss anything, PJ. Your bestie was bratty all night long, so he's going to pay for it."

"Now, what was all that shit you were talking earlier?" You confront Taemin.

"Nothing, mistress. I just didn't like how close he was to my Dom. I don't want to share you."

"Do you think I'm a whore?" you ask.

"No, mistress."

"You know you don't share me with anyone. Except I fuck you in front of your horny ass friends. But, that's it," you giggle.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Lay across my lap," you command to him. You sit back against the couch, and you look at the TV next to your computer so you can see the comments.

KJ: Are you going to spank him?

"Maybe, you'll just have to wait and see," You lift Taemin's skirt and rub on his ass. You caress him. You are thinking about to what you want to do to him.

Spanking him would just be too easy and expected.

PJ: Damn, can I be next?

"See, Minnie, your friends, are a bunch of whores. PJ is requesting that he be next," you say, and shake your head. You aren't thinking about any of his friends.

If you lose it all, you would rather take that risk with Taemin. Your connection with him is deeper than just a sexual relationship. You both trust each other fully.

"How do you want to punish me, Mistress? I've been bad," Taemin says, and you enjoy how he's craving his punishment. You continue to rub his ass, and you look at the comments.

"So impatient. I will punish you when I get ready," You say.

You read the comments, and you see a comment from Ravi

KW: I say you pound his little ass. He said you were probably going to fuck Changmin.

"Oh really?" You grab Taemin by his hair and pull him up from your lap so he can look up at you. "Minnie, you told your friends you I was going to fuck Changmin. What made you think that?"

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mea-" You stop him in his tracks and slap his ass. You watch it jiggle, and it excites you even more.

"You're sorry, what? You know your friends come back and tell me everything you say. Talk about loyalty? Your friends are literally stroking their dicks, watching you get punished. Some friends you have," you chuckle.

"I'm sorry for," you didn't wait for him to answer, and you slap his ass again.

"On your knees, Taemin," you command.

Taemin does as he's told and gets down on his knees in front of you. His eyes are connected to yours, and he's anticipating your next move.

You stand up over him and unzip the middle zipper that goes all the way down your short leather skirt.

"Open your mouth," you say.

"Yes, mistress," he replies, and he looks up at your strap and licks his lips.

You move over to him and grab the back of his head. You turn him so that they can see him from the side.

"This is what happens when you talk too fucking much," You grab him by the head and pump into his mouth.

Taemin takes it all in and slurps on your strap. He sucks on it, almost gagging, but this isn't his first rodeo.

"Suck it... Taemin, show your friends what you can do with that throat of yours," you mewl and guide his head so that it can suck it faster.

You look over at the chat and look at the comments.

KW: Damn, this is hot

PM: I feel like we should be paying to see this

KJI: Don't choke, bestie

"Aww, your friends are enjoying the show. KJI says don't choke, bestie," you say, and you hold in your laugh.

"Never," Taemin manages to say around your strap. You find his comment to be a bit cocky.

You put both hands behind the back of his head, and you fuck his throat. You look down at the tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

"Mmm.. that's right, you throat whore. Take this strap like you're supposed to," you say, and work your hips into him.

You look down and notice his dick is hard.

You pull out of his mouth and pull him up to give him a sloppy kiss. He's thirsty for what you give him and enjoying your tongue in his mouth.

Your hands are roaming all over his body. You squeeze on his ass. You rip the crotch area of his fishnet stockings.

"You are so fucking hot," you sit back against the couch, and Taemin smirks at you.

"Strip," you say.

You watch him remove his shirt, and he reaches behind him and unzips his skirt. It falls down his beautiful body and pools around his feet.

He might have been bratty all night, but tonight he's your obedient slut waiting eagerly for your next move.

You take a moment to admire his body for a moment. He pulls down his ripped fishnets and removes his panties with your name on them.

Taemin stares at you and waits for your next instruction. You grab his hand and pull him to you. You stand up and push him against the couch.

"You ready for me?" you ask.

"Yes, mistress."

"Even though I know you want your hole ruined, I'm not gonna top you tonight," you say.

"But, mistress... I need you. I want you to fuck my ass."

You rub his chin and remove your strap. You toss it on the other chair.

You sit down on his lap and face him. "You don't want to feel my pussy?" you ask. You grind your body against his dick.

"I do," he looks down at your pussy.

"So, why are you acting like that, Taem?" you question. You hold your finger to the bottom of his chin and pull his face up to yours.

"You know I love when you fuck me hard.. especially when I've been bad," Taemin mumbles.

"You want the strap that bad?"

"Yes, mistress," Taemin says. He nods, and you tap his ass.

"Okay, get up and lean over the couch," you instruct. You get up to grab the strap. You put it back on, and then you grab the lube. You pour the lube on the strap and massage it all over it. You go over to the camera and read the comment.

KW: He doesn't deserve the strap

JM: Fuck him good, pls!

KJI: Don't split my bestie in half

"I won't split him in half, but I won't be gentle either," you respond.

You move behind him. "Arch, your back, baby."

"Yes, mistress."

Taemin arches his back, and you lube his ass, and you stick one finger inside of him. He moans and clenches around your finger.

"Relax, baby. You want to feel good, right?"

"Uhm hm.. Mistress," he whimpers.

You stick another finger inside of him to get him ready for you. He reacts to you and moans out. The sound alone is music to your ears.

You position yourself behind him and guide your strap into him. You slowly work yourself into him.

Taemin moans your name, and you speed up.

"How does it feel?"

"So good.."

"If this is what you wanted you didn't have to talk shit to get it."

You rub on his back, and Taemin throws his cute little ass against your strap. No one can take it like him.

"Fuck," he groans. You love to see him like this for you. He might have millions of people crazy over him, but he's a simp for you and only you.

You pull out of him and tell him, "Get on your back. I want to watch you," you say.

Taemin quickly moves and lies on his back. You tower over him and press your body against his. He wraps his legs around your waist.

You stroke his dick while you slide back inside of him. You hold onto his hips as you rock into him.

This position is intimate and super personal. His eyes are glossy, lips slightly parted, and moans are slipping from his mouth.

Even though you told your manager it was the last time, you know deep down inside you can't let him go. Being with him is too good.

Seeing him fall apart like this for you on your strap makes you wet. You love this feeling.

The truth is you have feelings for Taemin even though you want to deny it.

"This is all... I wanted all night," Taemin groans and grinds against you. The vibrate of both of you working together feels too good. You feel your pussy clench.

"I'm so close..." Taemin moans and grips the couch. He reaches down and strokes his dick.

"Cum for me then," you say, and fuck him harder.

His legs grip your waist tighter, and his hand works faster. He releases it, and it drips on his stomach. You pull out of him and take off your strap.

"I want you to cum inside of me," you say. You look into his eyes and see the desire in them.

You remove your strap and toss it. You look down at Taemin is hard again for you.

You slide down on his length and move forward to press your lips against his juicy lips. You lose yourself for a moment in his kisses. They are hot, wet, and passionate.

You work yourself on his dick and rock yourself on him while he holds your waist.

"You're just my beautiful toy to use. Mistress made you cum, but now it's my time. Touch me," you say.

Taemin strokes your clit, and you're still connected in a kiss. You've been waiting all night to feel him inside of you again.

"I love you," Taemin says, while in his tongue is deep inside of your mouth, and you feel yourself coming undone.

This is the first he's ever uttered those words to you, and you feel the built of all the tension from tonight. You explode on his cock.

"I love you too," you cry out. Your legs are shaking and trembling. You cum again, and this time Taemin, he releases with you.

Your mouth is still against his, and your body is still sensitive and trembling.

"Fuck, that was perfect."

"I know... it's not the last time, right?"

"Nope," you say.

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↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

coming soon!!

↳ Billy Loomis

coming soon!!

↳ Stu Macher

coming soon!!

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

coming soon!!

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Originals 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Elijah Mikaelson

I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

↳ Freya Mikaelson.

Found Peace. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

coming soon!!

↳ Hayley Marshall

coming soon!!

↳ Rebekah Mikaelson.

A Family Of Her Own. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

coming soon!!

↳ Niklaus Mikaelson.

coming soon!!

↳ Marcel Gerard.

coming soon!!

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Wednesday 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Wednesday Addams.

coming soon!!

↳ Morticia Addams.

coming soon!!

↳ Enid Sinclair.

coming soon!!

↳ Larissa Weems.

coming soon!!

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This List will be updated regularly as I go on. Enjoy the baked goods in Heaven’s Fic Bakery! 🥖🥐🥯🍞🥨🥮🧁🍧🍨🍯

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the-hellhounds · 9 months

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Ravi

Kim Wonsik

Feb. 15, 1993

Hell hound

Hell hound age: 9531

Part of the Hounds of Justice

Living undercover as a civilian, Ravi had lived a long life where no one knew of him being one of the first hounds of Hades. That was until Baekhyun found him and dragged him back to the pack territory that was formed.

"Life was easier away from you all..." -K.Wonsik

Upon finding out that Chanyeol had tricked them into believing he was a hound too, Ravi found a new hate towards his hounds' father.

Dom

Straight

Rut: 20th-28th

#ravi 🔥#Spotify

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peggingeddiediaz · 3 months

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Eddie Diaz forgetting to log out of his work twitter account part 92/?

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incorrect911argoship · 3 months

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Eddie: What are you in the mood for?

Buck: World domination.

Eddie: Isn't that a bit ambitious for a Valentine's date?

Buck: Well, you are my world.

Eddie: Aww, you're so cute— wait.

Buck: ...

Eddie: ...

Eddie: Yes! Let's do that!

#incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect buddie #buddie #911 #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #sub!eddie #dom!buck #bobby nash #hen wilson #chimney han #ravi panikkar #valentine's day quote 2024

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queerpanikkar · 2 years

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Your most recent fic was hilarious enough on its own but going to the post and seeing “inspired by Dom Sherwood” SENT ME

Scream i was literally trying to find plausible explanations for ravi and lucy to date and then someone brought up the Video again and i was like hold on...you know like nuclear fission and here we are

#ty!!#anon

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toxicleon · 2 years

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Preencha o juramento antes de continuar: em nome da Excalibur, [AARAVOS “RAVI” LEONS] em seus [VINTE E QUATRO] anos, jura reverter o legado de [SCAR] durante a sua estadia na Academia dos Legados. Com a sabedoria concedida a ele, deve se manter caminho da luz enquanto conclui o [MÓDULO I.IV]. Com a bondade tocada em seu coração, recebe [SAGACIDADE] e não se permite ser corrompido por [RANCOR]. Por último, é deixado um corte na mão de [KEDAR WILLIAMS-STIRLING] como prova de seu comprometimento com a luz.

Connections ☣️ Spotify ☣️ Pinterest ☣️ Original songs

Ocupação: Artista na gravadora da família sobre o pseudônimo Venom

Aniversário: 28 de outubro

Signo: Escorpião

MBTI: ENFP

Sexualidade: Pansexual

Monster pet: Acalypha the aranara

HABILIDADE

Manipulação de ácido - diferentemente do que seria esperado, Ravi não recebeu um poder que remeta a leões como seu irmão. No momento em que a Excalibur tocou suas mãos, o ar ao seu redor foi tomado por ácido em sua forma gasosa, rapidamente deformando as mãos do rapaz. O momento foi controlado, mas o dano em suas mãos era quase irreversível, nem mesmo magia de cura e os remédios mágicos puderam fazer com que sua pele voltasse totalmente ao normal, deixando suas mãos permanentemente enrugadas e cobertas de queimaduras.

Ao longo dos anos, Ravi foi compreendendo melhor a extensão desta habilidade, mas ainda tem dificuldades em controlar totalmente. Por isso, utiliza luvas mágicas que lhe foram dadas para controlar o ácido e não causar nenhum acidente. Ao que se sabe, seu ácido pode transformar frutas e pequenos objetos em nada em apenas alguns segundos, mas leva um tempo maior com objetos maiores. Uma vez testou-o em um lagarto morto que encontrou em um canto na Academia, transformando-o em apenas uma poça repulsiva após apenas três minutos em contato com o ácido.

Porém, há uma limitação que provavelmente é a principal de todas: Ravi não percebe, mas cada vez que usa sua habilidade, ele respira um pouco do ácido, que aos poucos vai corroendo seus órgãos internos. Por isso, tem longos períodos de fraqueza e fica doente com muita facilidade, mas ainda não descobriu o motivo.

BIOGRAFIA

A indiferença que Scar demonstrou ao nascimento de seu segundo filho não foi menor que na ocasião do nascimento do primogênito. Aquilo seria algo com o qual Aaravos teria que aprender a se acostumar, a total ausência de carinho paterno. O carinho materno, teve apenas no início de sua vida, a mulher do Castigo que Scar havia escolhido colocar ao seu lado logo não se mostrou mais útil depois do segundo ano do menino, e foi rapidamente tirada do caminho, para que ele pudesse criá-lo da maneira que lhe conviesse. O menino precisou se acostumar com aquilo também, com a criação de Scar. A primeira surra veio quando questionou sobre sua progenitora, e desde então não mais perguntou. Foi aprendendo quando abrir a boca e quando mantê-la fechada, para sua própria sobrevivência.

A inteligência acima da média de Ravi, como passou a ser chamado nas ruas do Castigo, lhe rendeu inicialmente amizades inusitadas e até mesmo passou a ganhar algum dinheiro com sua extrema compreensão de sistemas. Era quase um gênio das máquinas, e mesmo tão jovem se mostrou extremamente competente neste nicho. Sabia que poderes não se manifestavam de maneira alguma antes do toque da Excalibur, mas não pôde deixar de ponderar por vários anos se aquele era seu dom. Talvez até mesmo acabasse não ganhando nenhum, os deuses se contentando em lhe dar apenas aquilo.

Mas claro que aquilo não era desculpa para não tentar. Na verdade, era uma motivação maior. Afinal, seu irmão havia conseguido, e ele sempre havia se inspirado no mais velho. E também, na Academia teria acesso a muitos recursos que jamais poderia imaginar ter no Castigo. Sua fascinação pela Magitech já existia à anos, mas era mantida em segredo. Na única vez que teve contato com um dispositivo foi quando o roubou de alguém com mais dinheiro, e esgotou até seu último resquício de magia apenas desmontando-o e montando-o novamente para ver seu funcionamento. Foi naquele momento que traçou seu destino em sua mente: queria chegar longe o suficiente para que, um dia, pudesse trabalhar com isso.

Porém, obviamente, isso não seria tarefa fácil. Havia muito rancor guardado em relação aos não Castigados. Era, sim, um sonho trabalhar para a Magitech, mas o que vinha com este sonho incluía superar anos de puro ódio implantados em seu ser, não apenas pelo pai, como por ele próprio ao observar como as pessoas viviam no Castigo. Este ressentimento foi o que o fez decidir que mudaria as coisas, e o impulsionou a ir atrás daquilo que queria.

Então, tomou a decisão de ingerir a droga para participar do torneio. Precisava vencer. Precisava entrar na Academia, se quisesse mudar alguma coisa. E não sabia se era forte o suficiente para isso sozinho. Então seguiu o caminho que muitos de seus amigos haviam seguido e tomou aquela droga, que lhe garantiu sua vaga na Academia. Quem ele viu no lugar de seu pai naquela ilusão era um segredo que guardava consigo mesmo.

O susto que levou ao receber sua habilidade se mostrou um obstáculo que quase o fez desistir de tudo. As marcas nas mãos eram constantes lembretes de sua vulnerabilidade. As luvas que usava para impedir que aquele ácido vazasse eram desfeitas em questão de dias, até que ele próprio desenvolvesse aquelas que atualmente usa, mais resistentes ao ácido e aderentes à pele para que não perca seu tato e a sensibilidade nos dedos. Mas isso não diminuiu seu ressentimento por aquela habilidade, tranquilizando-se ao lembrar que, quando escolhesse seguir seu caminho na Magitech, teria a magia tirada de si. Sabia que isso provavelmente desagradaria seu pai, então manteve em segredo.

O rancor que ainda tem pelos não Castigados não diminuiu ao entrar na Academia. Pelo contrário, ele parece ganhar mais força quando percebe os olhares de alguns colegas e professores. Por isso, decidiu seguir os passos da família e descontar essas frustrações na música. O pseudônimo Venom esconde sua verdadeira identidade, e apenas os mais próximos sabem ser Ravi o nome por trás do rapper. Não faz exatamente sucesso, mas este nunca foi seu objetivo. Apenas desconta tudo que o desagrada em músicas às vezes raivosas, às vezes apenas tristes, o que faz com que possa viver seus dias de maneira mais tranquila, escondendo este seu lado atrás de uma máscara carismática e brincalhona.

#☣️ [ FILED UNDER ] extra

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