#chet: um.

[jrueships]

shai: who have i lost to ??

lu: *gestures as an answer* m-

chet: ME

shai: chet--

lu: ... *looks pointedly at shai* you lost to me before br-

shai: --CHET

lu: 😐😑😐 *fixes armsleeve* *pretends like he doesn't care* >:| *fixes armsleeve* *fixes armsleeve* *fixes armsleeve*😑

chet: you didn't lose Today, ill bea-

lu, after waiting so patiently for a good time to (interrupt) (disturb) (pathetically vy for) 'catch' shai's beloved & much needed attention, suddenly not as concerned at his armsleeve as he once was: iBEATYOUFORREAL

chet, who was literally mid-phrase: -t you Today..

[strawbie-doodle]

havent drawn all of them in a WHILE ✸

[overnighttosunflowers]

impatiently awaiting the day that someone straight up asks one of the Hells if Imogen and Laudna are together and that person, thinking back on the two of them falling asleep holding hands in a bed of flowers with their red string of fate bracelets pressed together, has to figure out how the FUCK to answer that question

[captainofthetidesbreath]

I am just so obsessed with Chetney and Ira reacting to Ludinus saying he witnessed the Calamity:

Chetney 🤝 Ira I have also lived a long time, and that sounds implausible.

[raeoffrost]

Um so I drew Chet. While everyone else turned out adorable, he is a nasty little guy.

It’s pretty great dontcha think?

Aaannd that is the entire party done! I’ll post the full art tomorrow:)

[theboggskids]

the shovel explanation is such a cop out excuse for the poor writing decisions of the MAW2 finale.

as a joke it’s fine, it’s funny as a one time thing, much like saying “maybe Randy’s cupcakes were just that good” as an explanation for him getting into ROR (despite meeting almost none of their supposed qualifiers)

but I’m honestly so tired of it getting brought up. They wrote Randall and Johnny as friends because they wanted the two of them to work together without as much messy conflict. They made up a non-explanation for Johnny’s saving Randall because they didn’t have the time for it to make more sense. It keeps Johnny and Randall’s goals focused as a villain duo, it gives them more time to focus on MIFT saving the day

Is it not also interesting to discuss the potential ways Johnny or Randy could’ve salvaged their relationship post-MU? That maybe the two of them found common ground afterwards, and repaired the damage caused by their conflict with Mike, Sulley, and OK by having a common enemy? Johnny realizing that because Sulley said no, he had to take Randall back into ROR? And Randall accepting, because he thought there was no other way to stay relevant and likable?

Maybe they were very close friends during MU’s runtime, but we just didn’t see it because the movie just focused on OK! Maybe after randall was brought back into ROR, he and Johnny were closer than ever, and a newly emboldened Randall saw it fit to bully Chet, Fungus, and anyone else in his way to get to the top. There’s so many other potential explanations for Randall’s “bestie” monologue!

but no um… shovel theory I guess

[utilitycaster]

Level 10!

You may or may not know the drill:

Corrections about actually wrong items or major omissions are welcome. "Um, actually"-ing because I did not list every single spell or feat available or speculate the exact same things you did is not.

Because the cast usually does a brief video shortly before the episode for level-ups now (as they did today!), rather than announcing it at the end of an episode, this includes speculation and a bit of editorializing on my thoughts for the next few levels. This isn't necessarily meant to be accurate to what the cast will do, so don't quote me on it - it's just my thoughts on what I think might make sense or will be interesting. Those thoughts may very well change significantly as the story continues.

Anyway, level 10: it's a subclass-centric level for most of the players.

Chetney: His rogue level means he's blood hunter 9, which means Grim Psychometry, the coolest ability, which grants advantage on knowledge checks surrounding tragic or dark histories, with the potential for the DM to grant visions. Looking forward: assuming Chet keeps moving forward with blood hunter, L10 is a big one for him, as his speed increases by 5 feet, he gets another blood curse, and he gains a +3 (INT modifier) to all physical saves.

Laudna: She took a level in sorcerer, so she gets another sorcery point and another spell, this time up to 4th level; I drafted this post a while back and forgot to check the spell list for sorcerer so you're invited go nuts on your spell thoughts in the notes! Looking forward: Look. I've covered my mechanical concerns about this multiclass. Personally, had I been playing a character with this build from level 3 in a party with another sorcerer, I'd have stopped at 3 sorcerer levels and leveled exclusively in warlock. However, she's now 7 levels into sorcerer and so stopping that to go warlock will probably hamstring her mechanically, especially since the 6th level Undead feature is not terribly impressive. I think one last warlock level might be good for the ASI and the known spell, since warlocks have a more interesting spell list, and it makes narrative sense at this point now that Delilah is reawakened, but then I'd probably continue to take the rest in sorcerer. I AM very interested in how Laudna will deal with Delilah since I don't see her getting another undead patron to replace her, but that's so speculative that I'll hold off until something changes.

FCG: FCG gets a new cantrip, a new 5th level spell slot, and the ability to roll for divine intervention, which promises to be a fucking trip (complimentary). Looking forward: 6th level cleric spells, which he'll get at level 11, have a lot of bangers, but I am personally most invested in FCG's Heroes' Feast.

Fearne: with a 9th level in druid she gets access to 5th level spells, and her circle spells are Mass Cure Wounds and Flame Strike, both of which are excellent. As always for druid levels, Little Mister's HP goes up by 5. Looking forward: I'm assuming Fearne's continuing with druid levels, and if so, the level 10 feature of Cauterizing Flames allows her to use the death of a creature (enemy, ally, or bystander) to create a spectral flame that can either heal or harm others who enter that space. This is amazing and I'm excited.

Imogen: At level 10, she gains another cantrip and another metamagic option. I personally think subtle spell is the best one (and given the Vanguard's tendency to collar mages they dislike, could be huge if they come into conflict), but quickened, which Laudna has, can also be clutch. Looking forward: Chain Lightning does seem like an apt spell for her to take, but personally I'd love True Seeing as more interesting and higher utility while still thematic.

Orym: At level 10, he learns two more maneuvers, and his superiority dice become d10s. There are a ton of maneuvers and I will freely admit I don't know them all, but I do like the idea of Commander's Strike (let Ashton and Chet do more damage), Distracting Strike, or Maneuvering attack. Looking forward: Level 11 grants Orym three attacks per turn, which is really the most fun fighter feature.

Ashton: Level 10 is a path feature level, and we don't know the details of their subclass, so it's up in the air! I'm excited to see what it is. Looking forward: level 11 grants relentless rage; if he drops to 0 HP while raging (for the record Ashton has only gone out 3 times; two were during the Otohan fight and one in the Ratanish fight) he can make a con save to remain conscious.

[travelling-wanderer]

・﹒・ from vault 32 [1]

Summary: You got approved for a marriage partner from Vault 31 after not finding a suitable boyfriend in your own. After meeting your future husband, and standing ready to saw your vows, you both agree to call it off. But they couldn't not have a wedding- so you chose his cousin.

Warnings: 18+, arranged marriage

Pairing: Norman MacLean x GN!reader

Notes: Yes I love him and Cooper I am a man of many tastes. Also this was too long for 1 part so I broke it up. Where my Norm lovers at???

Parts: 2

Today was the day- you were getting married! Despite not dating much, you were excited yet equally as nervous since your new spouse was someone completely unknown to you. Sure, you had crushes here and there, but all the guys here were so...boring?

Nothing about them were interesting to you, they were all the same, so that led you to seeking out Vault 31 for someone. This was completely normal so it wasn't odd, if anything, it was just a matter of time. Well, the time came and was now just moments away from seeing your soon to be husband.

"We're so proud of you...we'll miss you but, just know that we we'll always love you" Your mother sniffled as she adjusted your appearance here and there, ensuring that you were as perfect as can be. You assured her that you would visit once a year and that everything was fine. You, your family, the overseer, and few other dwellers of your vault who you knew stood outside of the entrance to 31, and you were nervous. Then, the door slowly opened.

There he was, standing in the center just like you were with your vault members. He was tall, and attractive, but you didn't know what to even say. Then, your friend bumped into your shoulder as a sign to say something as everyone else was silent, anticipating you and your future husband to say something.

"Um...hello" That was not the ideal first impression, but you couldn't help it! You could hear your friend groan from the awkwardness, which was understandable.

"Hi, I'm uh...Chet. You can call me Chet! Haha...yeah, Chet" Either he was having an off day or he didn't seem too interested in you. Was there supposed to be some sort of spark? Because you know you didn't feel anything and it was obvious that he didn't either. Awkwardly laughing along with him, internally cringing, your graze drifted over to the much shorter man beside him.

Oh he was cute. Shorter than you, but he had short, black hair and all you could really describe him as was cute. Why couldn't you have been paired up with him instead? Your eyes and his eyes both met and only then did you feel that spark. But before you could fully process what that means- their overseer ushered everyone to their vault so the wedding can begin.

"Hi...Chet. So...excited? Nervous?" You tried to make small talk as you walked beside him, but it was if everyone around you could sense that this wasn't going to work out.

"Well...if I'm being fully honest, I was put up to this" He leaned closer and whispered in your ear, the honesty caused you to gasp but then you realized that you needed to be secretive as he whispered it to you.

"Oh...but why?" You whispered back, slightly concerned. Your gaze drifted back to the shorter man standing on the other side of him and you caught him staring back at you.

"Well uh...I may or may not have a crush on my cousin, Lucy. So they uh...thought this would help me get over it. Namely her father, the Overseer" Turning back to Chet, you just stared at him as that was...unexpected, to say the least. Clearing your throat from how awkward it got. you didn't feel bad about not marrying him anymore. Stealing another glance at the shorter man, you looked back at your arranged husband and he looked back and forth between the man and you.

"Ok- either I'm stupid or do you guys like each other?" You slightly jumped as he was suddenly louder than before, causing a few heads to turn in your direction before facing forward again.

"Chet!" The black haired man scolded him and hit his shoulder, causing Chet to say "ow".

"This is Norm, he's my cousin and Lucy's younger brother" Chet smiled as he introduced the man who you fell for far too quickly, you awkwardly smiled at him and he did the same back.

"Hi Norm, nice to uh...meet you"

"Nice to meet you too..."

"What's going on?" A girl with long, dark hair whispered from the other side of Norm, curious of what you were all discussing.

"Nothing, Lucy!" Chet and Norm both yelled in hush. So that's Lucy... After that- you made small talk about some things from your lives and before you knew it, you were on the small stage ready to say your vows, looking at him and he was looking back. But you both knew that this wasn't going to work out in the slightest. Staring into the crowd mixed with his family and yours- you found Norm looking back at you. His expression seemed...pained, almost. Did you both genuinely fall for each other while you're marrying another man? Like sure he was really cute...but you just felt drawn to him in a way Chet wasn't.

"Do you?" The sound of the officiate shook you from your thoughts as you looked back, humming to have him repeat it.

"Do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband?" You stuttered as you stared at Chet, he looked as equally as worried about this, not wanting to go through with it. So you said the first thing you thought.

"No"

[storiesforallfandoms]

late night sins ~ xavier plympton;ahs 1984

word count: 5360 (the longest fic i’ve ever written!!)

request?: yes!

“Can you do a xavier plympton smut/ fluff where theres an poc reader and basically they meet at camp redwood and xavier basically flirts with the reader alot an the readers a virgin and she has like this gold cross pendant soo his friends kinda pick with the reader about her being the only virgin out of the group, and basically xavier sneaks in the girl cabin on a late night while everyone is sleeping wakes up the poc reader and takes her virginity under the covers but she has to be quiet to not alert the other camp counselors in the female cabin…”

description: in which the good christian girl decides to delve into sin after she meets her fellow hot camp counsellor

pairing: xavier plympton x poc!female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving, unprotected p in v, pull out method is used but fr wrap it before you tap it kids)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The minute she stepped out of her car, she knew she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. She could see the other camp counsellors gathered around by the entrance. They were all wearing skintight, revealing clothes. One girl with messy blonde hair was passing a joint to one of the boys stood next to her. An older looking man was stood with them wearing pants so tight she could make out the outline of his...downstairs area.

The gold cross hung around her neck felt like it was burning into her skin.

She swallowed her fear and forced herself towards the others. The crunching of dirt under her tennis shoes felt like a thundering stomp as the attention was pulled towards her. The blonde looked her up and down as she blew smoke from the corner of her mouth. “Who invited the Virgin Mary?”

Two of her friends snickered while the other two - a black haired girl and a tall boy with sandy blonde hair - shuffled awkwardly at the joke. Well, the girl was awkward. The boy was silent, but he was looking at her with a look in his eye she couldn’t quite place.

“I’m, um, (Y/N),” she said, ignoring the hurtful comment. “I’m a counsellor this summer, too.”

“I guess Margaret needed someone to try and keep her goodie two shows rules in place,” the blonde said. “I’m Montana. This is Brooke, Trevor, Chet, Ray, and Xavier.”

“It’s n-nice to m-meet you,” (Y/N) said.

Trevor, the man with the tight pants and a big bulge, chuckled. “Well, isn’t she adorable. Where did Margaret find you?”

“Leave her alone,” Brooke said. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/N). Here, let me take you to Margaret. She’ll be able to get you acquainted here.”

Xavier watched as Brooke guided (Y/N) towards Margaret's office. Unlike the other girls, including good girl Brooke, she was completely covered in baggy clothes despite the intense heat of the summer. Which, he knew he shouldn’t have found attractive, but he did. He was so taken by her after such a short interaction.

Montana elbowed Xavier to snap him out of his train of thought. “Do not tell me you’re eyeing up the Bible humper.”

“Fuck off. I think she’s cute,” Xavier retorted, taking the joint from Ray.

“Never gonna happen, man,” Ray told him. “You’ll be lucky if you see her ankles this summer.”

“Or maybe not,” Chet added. “Most of those Christian girls are freaks. She’ll be on her knees by nightfall I’d say.”

Xavier threw the lit joint at Chet. The four remaining counsellors made noises of disapproval as the joint fizzled out on the ground. Xavier ignored them as he walked away. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he needed to get away from his shitty friends. Sure, at one point Xavier would’ve been laughing along with them at the Christian girl’s expensive, but this Christian girl was different. To him she was, anyways.

He found himself headed towards the counsellor’s quarters, which happened to be on the way past Margaret’s office. He glanced over towards the open door as he passed and noticed (Y/N) stood with Margaret. As if feeling his gaze, (Y/N) looked over and locked eyes with him. He smiled at her, hoping it looked as friendly as he meant it to. She smiled back, shyly, and quickly looked away.

That was all he needed to be wrapped around her fingers.

~~~~~~

That night, all the counsellors were gathered in the female counsellor’s cabin. It was majorly against Margaret’s rules, but that’s why they were doing it. If they were going to be forced into being Margaret’s anti-fun police for the summer, they wanted to have one last night of debauchery. That included weed, alcohol, and, if they could get away with it, sex.

When (Y/N) walked through the door, they were already well into their night of fun. Everyone turned to look at her as she took in the scene with wide eyes. She was coming from the showers, as evident by her dripping wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white tank top that was so thin that it was easy to make out the outline of her brown breasts against the white fabric. Xavier had to shuffle a pillow over his growing boner.

“The Virgin Mary shows skin,” Montana commented. “How scandalous.”

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

“We’re trying to have some fun,” Montana responded. “Which won’t happen if your goodie two shoes ass goes to tell Margaret on us.”

“I won’t tell.” All eyes followed her towards her bed, the one that Xavier was sat on. She put her dirty clothes into the bag and sat next to him. “Pass me a beer.”

Her request shocked everyone. Ray grabbed a bottle from the cooler and passed it to (Y/N). “You drink beer?”

“Well...no. But I’ve drank the wine at church, so I figure that’s the same thing.”

“There’s wine in church?” Trevor asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Communal wine. It’s supposed to be the blood of Christ.”

“You Bible humpers drink blood?” Ray asked. “You guys really are freaks!”

“No, it’s not - ” Xavier cut her off by putting a hand on her arm and shaking his head.

She sighed and opened the beer bottle. Her heart was hammering against her chest. What would her parents think if they found out she was drinking at camp? What would her pastor say? They had all been convinced that the camp was going to be a place of sin and tried to convince her not to go.

But she had spent her entire life being a good Christian girl. She followed everything her parents and priests had told her from the day she was born. This was the first time she had ever made a decision for herself. She was a young adult now. If she wanted to drink, then she could drink.

There’s always the option to pray for forgiveness once the summer ends, she reminded herself.

She brought the bottle to her lips and took a big mouthful. When she swallowed the thick liquid, she cringed and began to gag. Her fellow counsellors laughed at her reaction.

“Definitely not like wine,” she croaked.

“Here.” Brooke passed her some water. “I’ll make the beer go down easier, and it’ll wipe the taste from your mouth.”

(Y/N) accepted the water gratefully and took a sip.

The small mouthfuls of beer started working very quickly on her. By the time she had finished her first bottle of beer, (Y/N) was already feeling warm and fuzzy. She felt her body lull to the side against Xavier, who welcomed her with an arm around her shoulder, adding his bodily warmth to hers.

“Hey now, Virgin Mary, leave room for Jesus there,” Montana mocked.

“Shut the fuck up, Montana,” she retorted.

The curse was new on her tongue, but it tasted delicious as it spilled from her lips. Everyone seemed shocked and impressed by her choice of words, and she was shocked herself, but she was starting to like the feeling she was getting. Not just from the beer, but also from throwing caution to the wind and doing what most people her age did. Sure, she would likely feel some sort of guilt over the coming days about this night, but for now she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.

“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” Brooke asked her. “The drinking and cursing, I mean.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Never. My parents say cursing sounds unladylike, and binge drinking is kind of viewed as a sin, especially when you’re underaged.”

“Religion sounds boring,” Chet said.

“It is,” (Y/N) admitted, shocked by the fact that she really did believe that. Her whole life she had been a devout Christian, never once questioning her faith, but no one could deny how strict her Christian parents were, or how intolerant some of her devout family members and neighbors were. She had never been around people like the other counsellors before. She never knew what kind of life she could possibly have outside of her religion.

“Are you even allowed to have boyfriends?” Montana asked. “Is that a sin, too?”

“Having a boyfriend isn’t a sin, but it is awkward to try and have any form of PDA in front of parents or other adults,” (Y/N) said. “Even holding hands is awkward.”

“So have you ever been kissed?” Brooke asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, a couple times. It was very awkward, but so are most first kisses.”

“Have you ever had sex?” Montana asked. Suddenly, (Y/N) became shy again, which caused Montana to grin wickedly. “You haven’t, have you? You’re still a virgin!”

(Y/N) shrunk back against Xavier, who held her protectively towards him. “Knock it off, Montana.”

“What? I’m just stating a fact, and the fact is she’s a virgin. Poor thing will probably never know how good it feels to have a big dick all up inside of her.”

(Y/N)’s thighs clenched together at Montana’s words. Of course she had thought about sex before. She was in her early 20s, she had gone through the crazy hormonal stages of puberty where sex was the one thing on every teenager’s mind. But she never got to explore those urges. She had been taught her entire life that sex before marriage was the ultimate sin, and that if she tried to...relieve herself, so to speak, that she would also be condemned to Hell. But, boy, did she ever think of how badly she wanted someone to finally deflower her, if not just to make the sinful thoughts go away.

Her squirming definitely did not go unnoticed by Xavier, but he didn’t bring any attention to it. The last thing he wanted was for Montana to have more reasons to mock (Y/N).

“I wanna have sex,” she said in a soft voice. “But I want to be sure of it. I want it to be with someone I’m sure of.”

Xavier wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but he could’ve swore he saw her eyes flicker towards him when she said the last part.

No, there’s no way, he thought. We’ve barely had a conversation together, stop thinking so highly of yourself.

But...but what if she did?

He glanced down at her again, but her attention was drawn to whatever one of the others were saying.

Maybe I could figure this out later on tonight when everyone is gone, he thought, and the idea made him smirk to himself.

~~~~~~

The male counsellors went back to their own cabin once the night had come to an end. Xavier laid in his bed, starring at the ceiling as he waited to make sure everyone was asleep. Once the cabin was filled with soft breathing and snoring, he quickly got up and pulled on his shoes. He opened the rickety door as silently as he could, stopping to cringe when it let out a squeak anyways. When none of the others stirred, he continued on his mission.

All the girls were also sound asleep. Their cabin was nearly pitch black, with just some rays of white light shining in from the full moon.

(Y/N) was laying on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she breathed softly. Xavier couldn’t help but smile at her as he made his way towards her bed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. Like an angel, for a lack of better words.

He knelt down next to her bed and lightly shook her. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Xavier looked over his shoulder to make sure that Brooke and Montana were definitely asleep before shaking (Y/N) a little harder. She mumbled something incoherent before her eyes slowly blinked open. When she looked at Xavier, she let out a gasp and he quickly covered her mouth to stop her from making any other noises.

“Shh!” he said. “It’s just me.”

“What are you doing here?!” she whispered. “If you get caught you’ll be in big trouble!”

“No one is going to catch me. Margaret has been dead asleep since before we had our little party,” Xavier said, a cocky grin on his face. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“It couldn’t wait until morning?”

“No, because my response to the answer might need the cover of nightfall.” She looked at him in confusion, so he continued, “Earlier, when you were talking about losing your virginity to someone you’re sure of, did you look at me?”

She stared at him blankly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Xavier, this can wait until morning.”

She went to roll over with her back to him, but he quickly took hold of her arms and stopped her from moving.

“I’m serious, (Y/N), I need to know,” he said. “Because if you genuinely meant that, I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why? So you can brag to the others about taking the Christian girl’s virginity? I don’t think so.”

He pulled away from her, hurt by her accusation, but then realized that it was a very valid point. They barley knew each other and here he was, coming to her in the middle of the night because he thought she had inferred wanting to sleep with him. Even if he didn’t have the ill intentions that she thought he did, he clearly did not have any pure ones either.

“It’s not that at all,” he said. “I swear to you, (Y/N). I just...I’ve been very infatuated with you since we first met earlier, and that’s very unlike me because we’ve hardly talked to one another. But it’s the truth, I swear. I’m not just trying to get into your pants.”

(Y/N) rolled onto her back to look up at Xavier. Her face was unreadable, which was just making things worse. He wished she would say something, anything. Even if she just told him to fuck off, with that beautiful, innocent mouth of hers.

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t say that.

She sighed and propped herself up on her elbows. “Okay, yes I did look at you when I said that, because I would be okay with losing my virginity to you, Xavier.”

With the words officially out of her mouth, Xavier couldn’t help but pounce on her. He pressed his lips against hers, stopping whatever else was about to be sad. He got up onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was straddling her still covered body. He kissed her intensely and passionately, but not so much as to rush her or make her feel uncomfortable.

She settled into the kiss very quickly. It wasn’t the first time she had made out with someone. Again, she had been a teenager with wild hormones once. Just because she hadn’t gone all the way with anyone didn’t mean that she hadn’t at least got to second base a couple of times. Of course, she felt guilty afterwards because of her upbringing, but it always felt good in the moment. And, in this moment, it felt especially good to be kissing Xavier’s soft, plump lips like this.

But when she heard the sound of one of the girls rolling over in their beds, she quickly put a hand against his chest and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here. What if they wake up?”

“It’s so dark, they wouldn’t even know,” Xavier said. “And we’ll be quiet. Well, I will be anyways. I don’t know about you.”

She wanted to glare at him, but he quickly ducked his head down to start kissing her neck. She bit her lip to stop a moan from erupting from her mouth as she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

She couldn’t lie, the thought of losing her virginity in her camp counsellor bunk while her other camp counsellors slept did sound very risky and naughty. It also sounded very cliché, which was what she wanted. If she was going to be giving into sin this summer, she may as well do it in the most cliché way possible.

Xavier slipped under the covers with her and continued to kiss down her body. He kissed around the exposed areas of her neck and chest, not wanting to push too far just yet by trying to get under her shirt. Even though he was trying to get into her pants, he still wanted to be a gentleman about it.

(Y/N) looked down at him as he disappeared under the blankets. She was confused at first. If he was planning to take her virginity, shouldn’t he be up here with her? Wasn’t that how sex worked?

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I want to make sure you’re ready before we get into it,” he responded. “I want to make you feel good first. Can I take these shorts off?”

She nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see her and said, “Yes.”

He curled his fingers around the waistband of her pants and pulled them, and her panties, down in one swift movement. She raised her hips so he could pull them down as far as her ankles. Despite the blankets still covering her lower half, she felt very naked. Even if no one else could see her if they happened to look over, she knew that Xavier could see her. And right now, he was very, very close to her.

She gasped and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth when she felt something wet against her core. “What was that?!”

“My tongue.”

(Y/N) quickly covered her mouth when she felt it against her again. She had never heard of this form of sexual intimacy before. When she was in high school, her mom had warned her about all of the “impure ways” boys would try to use her, which included them wanting to stick their penises in her mouth, but no one had ever mentioned a guy doing the same thing to her. It felt dirty, but also it felt so good.

She muffled her moans with both hands as Xavier continued to lick from her clit down to her tight, untouched hole. A wetness began pooling between her legs that he lapped up as if it were the first drink of water he had in weeks. Her body shuddered with pleasure every time his tongue connected with her. It was better than she ever could’ve imagined, and that just made her even more excited for the actual sex.

Something began to build in her stomach. A feeling she had never felt before. It felt like someone was inside of her, pushing something down from her stomach to get it out of her. She tried to tap Xavier to tell him, but she was afraid to lift her hand from her mouth in case she made a loud noise and woke the others.

“I can feel that you’re tightening up,” he said. “That means you’re getting close. Lean into it, beautiful. Let it happen. Cum all over my mouth.”

It was enough to send her toppling over the edge. She pressed her hands against her mouth as hard as she could as a scream of pleasure ripped from her lips. Xavier’s fingertips dug into her hips as he held her to him, taking in every bit of her juices that he could. He knew it was her first time having an orgasm, but he didn’t expect for her to become so wet and to finish so quickly just from his tongue. His dick twitched with excitement at the thought of being inside of her.

With one last kiss to her clit, Xavier began kissing up her stomach, lifting her shirt slightly as he left messy, wet marks over her belly, her chest, her neck, and finally getting to her face. Through the white moonlight, (Y/N) could see a glisten on his mouth and chin. Between her legs throbbed as she realized that was her slick on him.

He gently moved his hands away from her mouth so he could kiss her. The taste of his lips were much different, and she knew that was because that was the taste of her on him. It was all just so hot that she almost couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She was sure she was dreaming it all, that she’d wake up in this bed alone and unsatisfied.

Xavier reached under the covers to start pulling down his own pants, but hesitated a moment. He pulled away from the kiss, (Y/N) trying to follow him with her own lips.

“Wait,” he said. “Before we go all the way, I have to check in one last time. Are you okay with this, (Y/N)?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Xavier. Please.”

“Okay, but if you want to stop at all you tell me, okay? I know I just warmed you up, but it is going to hurt at first either way. If it’s too much, we stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

He sat up and pulled his pants down around his knees. His dick sprang free from its confides, standing painfully at attention in the moonlight. (Y/N) looked at it with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the first penis she’d see, but it was certainly a big one. She wondered how it would even fit inside of her.

Xavier placed his hands under her thighs and pulled them up so they were wrapped around his hips. The ran the head of his dick through the slick that was still left over from him having been between her legs. She whimpered at the feeling, quickly putting a hand over her mouth again. Both of them glanced over to make sure Brooke and Montana were still peacefully sleeping.

“I’m going to put it in now,” Xavier told her. “I’ll do it very slowly, okay?”

She nodded. He thrust his hips forwards a little, pushing just the tip of his cock into her. He hissed at the tight feeling around his already sensitive tip. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever last when she was already gripping him so tightly and he barely had the head of his dick inside of her.

(Y/N) gasped into her hand at the feeling. Xavier pushed until his head was completely inside of her, stretching her out. The stretch was definitely a painful, burning feeling. It was like her body knew he wasn’t supposed to be in there and wanted him out, but she wanted him in there. She had fantasized about this since the first time she had ever laid her eyes on Xavier - a time she knew he had definitely forgotten.

He lick his thumb and lowered it between them, pressing it against her clit and gently rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. (Y/N) whimpered at the gesture.

“This should help make it feel better,” he told her. “Just until I can get all the way inside of you, okay?”

She nodded again. At this point, talking was definitely not happening. Any noise that were to come out of her mouth would just be a moan or a whimper of pleasure, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep the volume down without her hands over her mouth.

Xavier continued to push inside of her while gently rubbing circles into her clit. He looked between them and watched as his dick disappeared into her. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, trying to stop any sounds that might come out unintentionally. It felt so good inside of her that he already did not want the this to end. He just wanted to stay inside of her forever, feel her warm walls gripping around him, look at her beautiful face as it contorted in pure ecstasy.

When he was buried all the way inside of her, he leaned down and took her hand from her mouth so he could kiss her. He continued to rub her clit, but he kept himself deep inside of her so she could get used to his size. She moaned into the kiss, her body inadvertently jerking from the pleasure she was feeling. The motion caused Xavier’s hips to move forward to fill her again. It was just a slight movement, but it was enough that it drove Xavier wild.

“Do that again,” she whispered against his lips.

“What?”

“The way you moved your hips. Do it again, please. It felt really good.”

He smiled down at her and gently grinded his hips against hers. Her mouth hung open, but no sounds were coming now. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and that was all Xavier needed to tell him he was doing a good job.

He took his hand from between her legs so he could fully press himself against her. He captured her lips with his again and continued to gently thrust into her. The slow sensation was enough to make his orgasm build at a quicker rate than he would’ve liked, but he knew he wasn’t going to finish until she did. He wanted to feel her cum around him at least once before he would let himself finish.

Luckily, he could feel that familiar tightening feeling; where her walls started grasping at him tighter than before and he could feel her stomach tensing beneath him.

“Remember what I said earlier,” he whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me feel you cum all over this dick.”

She nodded, soft whimpers coming from her mouth. It wasn’t too long afterwards that he felt her clenching around him so tightly that he was sure she was going to rip his dick off just with her pussy. He kissed her hard, muffling her cries of pleasure. His hips were stilled as he let her ride out her climax, knowing that if he were to move anymore he’d definitely cum, too, and he wasn’t going to cum inside of her. That was too dangerous. He didn’t want to be responsible for any sort of backlash from her parents once she got home from camp, even if that ship had already sailed.

When the feeling of her quivering became too much, Xavier quickly pulled out of her and sat up on his knees again. He pushed her tank top up just enough to expose her belly and the underside of her boobs. It only took a few pumps of his hand, slick from her juices over his dick, before he was exploding over her stomach. He threw his head back, letting out a quiet groan.

They both were still, panting to catch their breaths. Xavier looked down at (Y/N), now covered in his seat, and he felt his dick twitch again. If he could take a picture of this moment, he would. And he would’ve stuck it in his wallet so he could look at it all the damn time.

He reached for her discarded towel from earlier that night and wiped her off. She hissed when he wiped between her legs, and he mumbled as soft, “Sorry.”

They both pulled their pants back up and got themselves straightened away before Xavier laid down next to her. He figured he could spare a few moments just to cuddle up close to her before he would have to run back to his cabin and his bed to try and get some sleep. (Y/N) rolled into his chest, taking in his warmth and the scent of him that was quickly becoming her favorite scent; the smell of his hair paste and the sweet cologne he wore. She wished she could combine them together into a perfume that she would wear for the rest of her life.

It was silent for some time except for the soft breathing of her bunkmates and the occasional snore that came from Brooke. Once her head had finally stopped feeling lightheaded, (Y/N) decided it was time to confess to Xavier.

“I’ve seen you before, you know.”

He moved so he could look down at her. “What?”

“I was in one of your aerobics classes,” she said. “Not very long ago, maybe a few months ago? One of my friends signed us up because she heard it was a good way to stay in shape.”

“I...I feel so bad to say that I don’t...remember,” Xavier said. He was sure he would’ve remembered seeing this beautiful specimen in one of his classes. He saw so many faces every day, but he always remembered the prettiest ones, and (Y/N) was definitely a face to remember.

“I wasn’t in it long enough to be remembered,” she admitted. “We walked in, and I saw you and...well...I started feeling...impure things when I saw you in your tight suit doing all those hip movements and stuff. You were in the middle of another class so we had to wait. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to start our class because my friend’s parents walked in to bring her something she had forgotten and saw the way everyone was dressed and how they were all moving. They were appalled. They dragged us out and brought us home. Told my parents, who grounded me for a week because of it. They claimed that we were trying to behind their backs, but I truly had no idea what I was in for when I agreed to go.”

Xavier cringed. He felt terrible hearing the way (Y/N) must’ve lived her entire life. Having to be afraid of mistakenly doing something “impure” or “sinful” and getting punished for it, even if the “sinful” things were just basic things that happen in life. He wished he could’ve taken away all those bad times from her memory and replace them with good ones; memories where (Y/N) could just be a normal person and not have to worry about God’s wrath or whatever they said in churches.

“That’s why I glanced at you when we were talking about sex,” (Y/N) continued. “Because...because I had fantasies about this very situation happening since the day I first saw you.”

Xavier couldn’t help but smirk proudly at that. “And did the actual thing live up to your expectations?”

She giggled. “Majorly.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

There was another moment of silence before Xavier added, “It doesn’t have to be a one time thing, though.”

(Y/N) turned to rest her chin on his chest. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...maybe, once the summer ends, we could go on some proper dates. Maybe...actually be a couple?”

(Y/N)’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she looked at him. He smiled at how beautiful she was, and at how lucky he was to be the one she was looking at.

“Really?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” he responded.

Her reply was by attacking his face with kisses. He chuckled as she left not one inch of his face unkissed, ending with her lips against his.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” she said.

“I could tell,” he said. “I should go before I get in trouble for being here.”

“I guess you should.”

He didn’t move to leave right away. He continued to gaze into her eyes for a moment longer, before kissing her one last time and getting up from her bed. He couldn’t help but looking back at her as he made his way towards the door. She was still smiling at him as he finally allowed the door to swing shut behind him, obstructing his view of her.

He couldn’t help but stand outside the door for a moment, letting out a long, happy sigh, before making his way back to the boy’s cabin.

I’ve never written poc!reader before so I hope this is okay! I usually don’t describe anything with my general x reader fics because I want them to be inclusive for everyone, but I don’t mind writing specific ones like this when asked!

[alphabetletterj]

Now tell me the mental illness/trauma/disorder headcanons /j (um. Unless you want to)

MUEHEHEHBEHBE (that was an evil laugh) Okokokok, starting with the simplest of them all (again) Randy. Randy has social anxiety, he does not like to be surrounded by so many people since over time he has developed a paranoia where he believes that everyone is looking at him and talking about him (based on my own experience) when he joined Johnny's team he felt insecure, Despite being in an elitist and popular group, he believed that they were only doing it as a joke and his teammates only laughed at him. (Later on he feels comfortable since Chip makes him feel more confident with his classmates and the rest of the people) (babyssss)

Also with my headcanon of Reggie transmasc... when he was just starting his transition he went through many episodes of dysphoria. He felt that his voice was not deep enough or that he did not act as "masculine" but with time he learned to overcome it and now he is confident.

Javier sometimes goes through depressive episodes. So much social pressure to be part of the most important fraternity at the university affects him a lot. Johnny puts a lot of pressure on him to do "popular boy" things that he doesn't like, such as hanging out with a lot of girls or doing things he doesn't want to do at parties. (that kind of thing) thank God he has never gotten to the extreme of SH himself for example, but sometimes he tends to lock himself in his room for a long time to be alone or cry a little. His friends know about this (except for Johnny and Chet) and try to make him feel better.

Chet tries to be the best for Johnny, he admires him a lot and can go to the point of humiliating himself just for him, he knows that inside he is just a pathetic lapdog who is only interested in liking one person instead of valuing those who cares about him.

[sagegreenfrogs]

long, winded sigh.

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SO! ehem...

runaan's out! that's good, I can't WAIT for the ruthari reunion.

viren's death (the actual one) had be um. sobbing. but relieved BECAUSE...

they DIDN'T KILL SOREN! WS IN THE SHAT!!

but no [canon] sorvus :(((

lots of crumbs though... the princess carry... oml

"a strong man, with a big heart." KILL ME. NOW.

RAYLLUM!! WOOOOO YEAHHH BABYYY

I love Kosmo and Astrid!!! + (the tiny allusions to her transness as Astrid spoke <333)

Claudia's whole thing was just AWESOME! Raquel Belmonte continues to amaze me with her voice work.

and Jesse inocalla. JESSE FUCKING INCOALLA WHAT THE HELL. I AM RUINED. DUDE.

THE JANAYA WEDDING? gren crying was so sweet I can't even

karim was. a little bitch, as usual

and aaravos's backstory whohooohoo buddy I have. emotions

Leola giving magic to humans1!! and

HE'S A GIANT. WE KNEW. WE ALL FUCKING KNEWWWWW

no chet though :(

[barrenclan]

If they were humans, what would their names be?

Haha, thanks for letting me do this. I'm really fond of coming up with names.

Pinepaw - Parker Harrison

Asphodelpaw - Cecily Harrison

Daffodilpaw - Melody Harrison

Cormorantpaw - Cesar Turner

Slugpelt - Naomi Harrison

Rainhaze - Scott Harrison

Dustfeather - Dolores Harrison

Cashew - Chet Blakely

Egrettail - Evangeline Zelinski

Nightberry - Josefine "Josie" Fleischer

Cypressfoot - Dorothy "Dottie" Fleischer

Cootstorm - Agatha Flesicher

Redpelt - Holly Fleischer

Blacknose - Pamela Cooley

Beeface - Bethany Cooley

Plumstripe - Leanne Cooley

Mallowstar - Jake Cooley

Deepdark - Dodd "Deepwater" Tiedrich

Prowl - Alfons Jüsten

Spike - Esther Chau

Fang - Margaret Sullivan

Ranger - Hank Summers

Hacksaw - Rachel Frost

A large majority of these characters, in a human AU, would be white, because the story is set in a small Nebraska town that would examine such things as religious fundamentalism and the dark underbelly of these 'quaint American towns'. (Stephen King, yada yada) However not all of the characters are born into this hypothetical BarrenClan town, so if you are interested here are the ones that are not.

Cesar is 1/4 Filipino, on his mother Hope's (Hush Puppy) side. His father Dustin Turner (Thrasher) was born in Chicago and moved out to the BarrenClan town. Dustin is white.

Chet is a drifter from somewhere in the Northeast, though it's impossible to get a straight answer out of him. He lives out of a van and he's white.

Evangeline is Polish-Brazilian. I'm not going to be listing her hypothetical deadname for obvious reasons. She traveled around a lot when she was young, which is where she met Hope and Sasha Silver (Seven Silvers). The reason she moved to Nebraska would follow with canon.

Josefine is a German immigrant and moved to North Carolina in her 20s, where she met Dottie. They moved to the BarrenClan town because Dottie's aunt lived there, and passed her house on to her.

Prowl has German heritage, Esther is Chinese, and Margaret is Black. You can learn more about them in this post I made.

Hank is a white guy from Arizona, and met Dodd while the latter was on a trip there. He moved back to Nebraska, accompanied by his girlfriend, Rachel, a loner and a car thief.

(This ask is actually from last November. Um... don't ask me why it took me 7 months to come up with these names. It just did.)

[genderlesssinner]

Prepare yourself for more of my rambling bullshit

I apologize this is gonna be LONG as I just spew my thoughts while watching

Oh right Liliana is here I forgot this is where we left off OOF

The Weave Mind built the fortress, okay okay okay

Burrow Site?? Ah the dig to the cage

Oooh no he's using Liliana for the projection??

Oooo fae info dump

Are the Unseelie part of how Ludinus does the widespread projections? Or is he just rallying the troops

I am both stressed and love how eager Travis always is for things to go poorly

So much teleporting if they do this and going to the Fey is time fucky so that could be bad I hope they remember that and maybe Morri can still help with that?

Istg Travis. That die roll is gonna get Chet one day and no one is gonna believe it at first cause he fakes out so much

"we're not interesting enough for that" TAL

Part of me really hopes they turn the Sorrowlord fully against Ludinus but I also don't want that sombitch anywhere near Fearnie

Always walkin and talkin, or they would never get anywhere. Ever.

This meeting should be interesting.

WHO ARE THE OTHER DRAGONS MATTHEW?

I know my love, J'mon is one. Who are the other two.

Love having telepathic bond, hell yeah Imogen

GET IT LIL MAN dayum WHO IS HERE MATT AAAAA THE WHISPERSSSSS

Braius apologizing to Fearne is hilarious to me Fearne is the last one to be picky about relationship stuff yet he kissed Imogen and it it's fine lol

TALIESIN IS SO INTO THIS I love Taliesin's reactions to everything omg

"shut up baby I know it" LIAM LEMUR O'BRIEN

I have so many mixed feelings about all of this wow okay

Thank you for stopping them Matt

My boys? WHO DID YOUR HALFLING EYES SEE ORYM?

Oh no oh um is that papa Wyvernwind?? It iiisssss oh shiiiiiiitttt

Hoo boy, those are big ass golems

WHO IS THE SILVER DRAGON MATTIE

Oooh man I love these absolute chucklefucks

The beacons are lit

Cerkonos!! Fuck yeah. Ashari!

Vex is like fuck the politics we have to *stop* this

Everytime they say Sunder King it sounds SO FAMILIAR and I can't remember it's driving me bonkers

That is one hell of a name Matt

Oh SHIT the dragon Zone of Truthed the whole damn place ooooff

Oh shit Braius of of everyone being able to lie? That totally won't bite is in the ass WILL IT SAMUEL?

VOX MACHINA ASSEMBLE BITCHES

OH SHIT the fucking bright queen vouching for the mighty nein shiiiitttt if she only knew

Taliesin: happy wiggles

Oh poor kiki dealing with all these assholes on top of everything else

Dorian thank you oh my god I was sitting here like Ash pls I love you but this one time keep your opinions to yourself you beautiful dumbass

Oh no

Okay maybe it's okay that Braius can lie ...maybe

Many months = two whole days

A GUY WHO MAKES Chairs crying

"what's the Platinum Dragon's mother's name?" Hoo that throwback

Oh boy Sam is making something Canon rn

Interesting okayokayokay

Oh Ashton oh no

Oh. Okay. No I'm vibing with this though.

Fearne flashing the room would be hilarious

"quick spin the bottle" XD

Oohhhh showing them is uh an interesting choice right now with the uh exhaustion that comes after

Fuck shit I missed a bit because technical issues hell

Oohhhhhh hh my sweet bard boy

Robbie is such a wonderful story teller ugh

Orym blue screening over Dorian and his horsedragon, love him

Chet is gonna wolf out ain't he.

Tiny sexy breath 🤣🤣🤣

Aaand there it is. Ope he's not actually changing okay okay

OH SHIT TITLES OH MY FUCK AKXBSUHVG

I totally got distracted and missed something said but it's fine I'll watch again Monday

Chet

Oh

What

Where's papa Wyvernwind

Yeeeeeee

I forgot his name is Bronte

Yeah no tracks okay fuck.

Break time! More rambling fuckery in the second half yall

Go use the bathroom and get drinks and snacks

[sharkyrandom]

Dear Sharky...

*In Chet's voice*

You and your Friend @Deimos Breakfrost are two gay loser ahahaha gay losers XD

Ah and also I am Deimos Breakfrost number 1 hater because... Oh wait I Forgor, um... Ah I remember!

BECAUSE HES GAY, BECAUSE HE SIMPS FOR RIPPER AND SHIPS CHIPPER HAHA HES SUCH A GAY LOSER JUST LIKE YOU TOO, AHAH

And this surely isn't being writed by that gay loser named Deimos AHHA, imagine it! Me being Deimos? HAH, NEVER AHAHA

Ah and also, Sharky can you like... Do a Chipper (ripper x Chase) drawing because-

LIKE- I am shy of asking with the public ask thing so I am using Anonymous ask cuz... WAIT THIS LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING DEIMOS WOULD WRITE, EWW

Okay gay hater ^^

Take your Chipper art

It's just a Random situation where Chase flirted with Ripper and realized Chase wanted to do something (just kissing nothing more)

[gorgynei]

WEVE KNOWN CHET WAS CONNECTED TO RUIDUS FOREVER!!!!! HIS FIRSRT WEREWOLF TRANSFORMATION COINCIDED WITH A FLARE UM. DELILAH. OHN OES

[xolilith]

Before Midnight - Jung Jaehyun

n/a: olá! gente, essa é inspirada na forma que normalmente acontecem os filmes dessa triologia? é só uma conversa normal 👉👈 talvez eu faça outros nesse molde porque eu acho interessante!

•

Era eufemismo dizer que ser manager de um grupo de Kpop mundialmente famoso era cansativo. Era cansativo e todos os adjetivos possíveis que existem sobre também ser desgastante. Ainda mais no meio de uma tour como acontecia nos últimos meses.

Eram raros os momentos em que você podia respirar e ouvir os próprios pensamentos. Porém, durante aqueles dias em que estavam passando por seu país de origem, você resolveu se dar pelo menos algumas horas de férias.

Sentou-se na cobertura do hotel, a paisagem desenvolvida e luminosa de São Paulo enche seus olhos, fazem par com o som aconchegante e intenso da sua playlist de Jazz/Blues. Você tem uma taça e uma garrafa de vinho que recém fora aberta e uma vasilhinha redonda também jaz no seu colo, cheia de algumas frutas como uvas, ameixas e morangos.

Respira fundo, fechando os olhos ao sentir a brisa quente do verão brasileiro. No entanto, entreabe-os outra vez ao sentir a presença quieta que se põe ao seu lado, desvia sua atenção aos olhos castanhos que a olham tímidos.

– Jaehyun-ssi... – Murmura, alarmada ao vê-lo ali. – Tudo bem?

– Sim, tudo bem... Eu posso me sentar aqui? – Aponta para a outra cadeira ao seu lado.

Você assente com a cabeça, ajeita a postura.

– Desculpa, eu não queria atrapalhar seu momento sozinha.

– Tudo bem – Você garante, oferece das frutas e vinho, que é negado educadamente. – Sem sono?

– Sim. Acho que é o fuso horário.

– Entendi.

– E você, tá gostando de estar em casa?

– Muito, mesmo que parcialmente em casa.

– Eu sinto muito. Deve ser horrível ficar tanto tempo longe de casa, e mesmo tão perto, você não pode ir.

Você da de ombros, não era grande coisa afinal.

– Ossos do ofício. – Responde, simples.

Ficam em silêncio, enquanto outra música recomeça.

– Etta James. – Jaehyun afirma, ao escutar a voz potente e irônica de I want to make love to you. – Eu adoro ela. – Fita seu rosto. – Não imaginava que gostasse desse tipo de música.

– Que tipo de música você acha que eu gosto?

– Hm, algo como Pop.

– Eu gosto de todo tipo. Adoro a Etta porque as músicas dela me fazem sentir num dia chuvoso e solitário.

Você esclarece.

– Pura melancolia.

– É... – Confirma, rindo. – Mas eu também adoro Chet Baker. Acho que é o contrário dela, apesar de ser, basicamente, quase o mesmo gênero.

– Não mesmo! – Exclama desacreditado. – O Chet Baker é um dos meus favoritos. E você tá certa. Enqunto a Etta traz um sentimento intenso, um tanto quanto triste e, às vezes, irônico. O Chet baker é suave e aconchegante.

– É um equilíbrio perfeito... – Concorda. – Eu tinha visto em alguns dos seus vlogs esse seu gosto pelo blues.

– Você assiste aos meus vlogs?

Dá de ombros.

– Faz parte do meu trabalho conferir.

– O quanto você me conhece, então?

– Eu nunca disse que conhecia. – Responde, rápida. – Tudo que eu sei sobre você é o que você mostra aos fãs. Isso não é conhecer alguém.

– Você tem um ponto.

– Ainda mais você. – Pontua. – Você é muito... – Franze o cenho, pensativa. – Ah! qual seria a palavra? – Pergunta a si mesma. – Reservado. Um dos mais reservados do grupo. Um enigma.

– Um enigma? – Indaga, surpreso e você murmura em concordância "Aham". – Eu não acho que eu seja um enigma. Okay. Você pode fazer qualquer pergunta pra mim agora.

– Você quer que eu te conheça, então?

Indaga, risonha. E obtém uma resposta rápida e assertiva.

– Quero.

Aperta os olhos na direção dele. Porém sorri, presunçosa.

– O que você teria sido se não cantor? – Reitera. – Por que cantor?

Ele gargalha, joga a cabeça para trás.

– De todas as perguntas, você quer saber isso? – Assente. – Quer dizer, você não considera o caminho artístico um bom caminho?

– Não é isso. – Ri, um pouco envergonhada e se retrata – É só que o caminho artístico é como um tiro no escuro, não basta só você se achar talentoso, as outras pessoas também tem que te verem da mesma forma. E pra ser sincera, você é muito talentoso, Jaehyun. E o que eu quero saber é só se além de ser um artista, você nunca cogitou outro caminho.

– Eu queria ser um pai. – Responde, simples.

Você estala a língua no céu da boca. Ri.

– Sem essa, Jaehyun.

– É sério! Eu queria ser um pai, um marido. Acho que eu sempre admirei a forma como o casamento dos meus pais funcionava, como eles me criaram. O companheirismo entre eles me fez desejar me sentir assim com alguém também.

Você escuta com atenção e em silêncio. Assente com a cabeça, compreensiva.

– Você nunca pensou em ter alguém assim?

Jaehyun quer saber.

– Eu? Bem, acho que durante um tempo eu pensei em como seria amar alguém assim, e dividir uma vida, e ter filhos. Mas eu perdi boa parte do encanto e não vejo mais uma vida assim como algo incrível ou essencial. Na verdade, eu não espero encontrar alguém com que eu possa dividir uma vida.

Jaehyun assente com a resposta. É compreendida. O silêncio recai, ao passo que vocês bebericam o vinho, e você mastiga alguns morangos.

– Mas não é solitário pensar dessa forma? A maioria dos humanos tem a necessidade de amar.

– Eu nunca disse que não queria amar. Eu só não quero dividir minha vida, ou ter filhos, mas eu amo. Até demais, inclusive.

– Eu não imaginaria isso de você.

– Tá vendo? Você também não me conhece.

– É... – Sopra uma risadinha com seu tom divertido. – Mais uma coisa em comum.

Em silêncio, observam o começo do cair do outro dia. Meia noite é o que você vê no visor do celular ao ver a hora. Murmura num gemido cansado "já é tão tarde"; fita-o.

– Nós deveríamos ir descansar.

Jaehyun diz. Levantam-se, caminham até a saída do terraço. Uma breve despedida antes de se separarem e, antes de se afastarem, você vira-se.

– Ei! Jaehyun!

Ele aproxima-se outra vez, as mãos no bolso da calça. Encosta-se na parede para ouvir o que você tem a dizer.

– Tem um cantor, brasileiro, que é bem parecido com seu estilo.

– Qual o nome?

– Tim maia.

– Tim Maia? – Repete, com o sotaque forte, como se tentasse gravar o nome.

Você assente.

– Isso. Tim Maia. Você não vai se arrepender.

– Eu tenho certeza que não. – Sorri, acentuando as covinhas; acena com a mão antes de começar a se afastar outra vez. – Boa noite.

– Boa noite, Jaehyun.