Wanna go back to the good ol’ days when Hao Ting was nothing but blissfully in love and incredibly horny because of Xi Gu and the only thing they had to worry about was how to be there for each other?
Yeah?
Cool.
Read this then 👇
tell me all the ways to love you by aquariusrose [xi gu x hao ting; Rated M; 9K, ongoing]
“Nevertheless, Hao Ting realizes that a lot of things make him happy. He really is an easy-to-please kind of guy, but the fact of the matter is this; Yu Shi Gu had come into his life and promptly turned it upside down, then right side up again, and then all kinds of other heinous directions that were impossible to identify; And because of that, he'd learned very quickly that what made him happy before, could never compare to seeing this boy's absurdly angelic smile.”
A/N: I don’t really know where this came from, and it’s a little late seeing exam season is over for most people, but here’s a fluffy teen Branjie au that is partially based off of a friend of mine. Sorry if it seems a little rushed. Let me know what you think of this lil story (either here or on my side blog @peridot-aq). Hope you enjoy!
It was about 3am when Brooke realised that her back was hurting.
It was no surprise to her. After all, she’d been sitting in close to the exact same position since about 11 the previous morning- bent over the small desk in her bedroom, trying to cram years worth of information into her brain all at once. And she had been bent over for a similar amount of time the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that.
What was more surprising was that she was only noticing the pain now. She supposed she’d been too distracted by Henry the Eighth and all six of his wives to notice.
She stood up and stretched out her arms, trying to ease the discomfort slightly when she heard her phone buzz. It took her by surprise, and she jumped slightly at the sudden noise of the vibrations against the wooden desk. She tapped on her phone and read the short message that illuminated the screen.
V: mandatory text to make sure you’re not still studying
Brooke smiled to herself. Vanessa knew her too well. It wasn’t the first time she’d caught her revising into the depths of the night. She decided not to reply -favouring ignoring the text to facing Vanessa’s inevitable disappointment- but another persistent message came through a few seconds after.
V: I can see you’ve read it, bitch
Shit. In her sleep-deprived state, that hadn’t occurred to Brooke. She quietly chuckled as she pattered out a quick reply.
B: …oops?
V: BROOKE LYNN HYTES I SWEAR TO GOD
V: call me
Brooke pushed in her office chair and flopped onto her bed, finally giving in and abandoning her hours of work. She felt guilty in doing so, as if she was betraying her own ambitions in favour of a phone call with a friend. But, God knows that Brooke needed that phone call to set her straight.
She quickly scrolled through her contacts, finding Vanessa’s name towards the bottom of the list accompanied by several purple heart emojis that Vanessa had added when she’d put her number into the phone. She tapped ‘call’, the sound of Vanessa’s loud voice filling Brooke’s ears after just one ring.
“Bitch, why the hell are you awake!”
Brooke’s phone wasn’t on speaker, but the sheer volume of Vanessa shouting down the phone was enough to fill the silence of her bedroom.
“Keep it down a little, my parents are asleep.”
“You should be too, bitch! I’ve told you before to give yourself a break, you’re gonna burn yourself out if you keep doing this.”
Although Brooke knew that Vanessa was right (and she was already feeling the effects of weeks of revision taking a toll on her body), she still made a weak attempt to defend her decision. “I’m just really stressed out about history, I don’t know anything and my parents will kill me if I don’t get an A.”
“You know that’s not true. They love you, they’ll be proud of you no matter what, you know that. And there’s no way in hell you don’t know anything. You haven’t left your damn house in like two weeks!”
“Hey, I went grocery shopping yesterday!”
Vanessa cursed on the other side of they phone, making Brooke smile. “That doesn’t count.”
“Uh, it a hundred percent does. I was out of the house and I got a two for one deal on strawberry laces, thank you very much.”
Vanessa’s laughter crackled from Brooke’s phone, echoing in the silence of her dark bedroom. Her laugh was wild and addictive, making Brooke chuckle quietly to herself alongside her.
“You better have saved some for me.”
“Sorry V, they’re all gone.”
“Thought you got two for one?”
“I ate both of them earlier,” Brooke announced almost proudly. “I can’t believe you would doubt my ability to eat two full packets in a day. That really hurts my feelings, you know.”
“I hate you,” she joked, Brooke able to clearly picture the eye roll that most likely accompanied Vanessa’s words. “Tell you what, though- I’ll buy you another packet if you come on a picnic with me tomorrow.”
Brooke sighed. “I can’t do tomorrow, I have to study.”
“No you don’t, bitch. You’ve been studying 24/7, you probably have the whole textbook memorised.”
“But it’s my last exam and it’s in less than a week and if I put in the hard work now then maybe down the road I’ll be-“
“Fuck hard work. You deserve a break. And it’s only a picnic, it’s not like I’m getting you wasted.”
Brooke paused for a moment, feeling a dull pang of guilt in her stomach as she let herself be convinced by Vanessa. “Fine. But I’m only coming out for a couple hours, no longer.”
“Yay! Be at mine for like 12, “ Vanessa gushed, her happiness very apparent from just a subtle change in her vocal timbre.”I knew you’d come around to it.”
“Hey, I’m only coming for the strawberry laces.”
Vanessa couldn’t manage to suppress her laughter on the other end of the line, a warm buzz in Brooke’s ear. “Whatever, bitch. Now get some damn sleep.”
Brooke wished she could say that she slept well that night.
The next morning Brooke’s tired eyes fluttered open at 10am, her head weighing her down like a paperweight as she tried to sit up against the headboard. She rubbed her eyes, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light streaming through her curtains. Her head was cloudy. It still swirled with waves of fatigue that still remained after a poor night’s sleep, full of stress and worry and seemingly endless hours of staring at the ceiling. She was so fucking tired. Even if she had gone to sleep at a reasonable hour, her fears of failure would have been enough to disturb her rest. Each heavy blink willed her to give in to her exhaustion and let her head fall back onto the pillow, each yawn pulling her back into unconsciousness for just a moment. But, checking the time on her phone, she managed to convince herself to get up. She had plans, after all. The first plans she’d had in weeks.
She swung her feet onto the cold wooden floor and stretched her arms far above her head, feeling dizziness wash over her for a second or two before the blood rushed back to her brain. As she stretched she once again became acutely aware of the discomfort in her back. She’d have to get someone to check that out.
Her feeling of tiredness followed her as she took a shower, the warm water that broke over her head only lulling her back into relaxation. It followed her as she got dressed, as she tied up her still wet hair into a ponytail, and as she swiped concealer over her the purple circles under each of her eyes, her body feeling worn out and weary the whole morning.
As she started to make her way out of her bedroom her eye caught her desk, littered with pink and green flash cards and textbooks and crumpled paper. The neon highlighters that were scattered on its wooden surface seemed aggressively bright in her sleep-deprived state. An impulse told her to sit down, grab a pen and start her cycle of work over again, but thoughts of Vanessa pulled her out of the trance, convincing her it was a bad idea. So, she waltzed through her bedroom door, any hope of productivity abandoned, for a few hours at least.
She gathered her keys, sunglasses and a few coins into a small bag and quickly grabbed a punnet of strawberries and a jar of Nutella from the fridge- a poor excuse for a picnic contribution but the best she could do so last minute- and tossed them into an old plastic bag. She scribbled out a note on a scrap piece of paper telling her parents where she’d gone, and with only a small amount of guilt, left the house.
Brooke knocked on Vanessa’s door, now feeling not only groggy but also hungry, realising she’d skipped breakfast. Her solution was clear, however, when Vanessa arrived at the door with a very large basket bundled up in her arms, tin foil wrapped packages practically spilling out from underneath the lid. She greeted Brooke with a warm smile and yelled out a goodbye to her mother inside the house before stumbling down the front step, the large basket in danger of toppling her over.
Vanessa set the basket on the ground and threw her arms around Brooke, her excitement discordant with Brooke’s fatigue. Brooke leaned into the embrace, resting her cheek against Vanessa’s dark hair as she squeezed her waist and nuzzled into the taller girl’s shoulder.
“Hey, sis. You ready?” Vanessa asked, breaking the hug to attempt to lift the huge basket once again.
“Yup,” Brooke replied with a nod. “You need a hand with that?”
“Please.”
Brooke bent down and hauled it up and onto her shoulder, straining slightly under its sheer weight but insisting to Vanessa that it wasn’t a problem. “You went a little overboard with the food,V. We’re never gonna eat all that.”
“What can I say, my mamma’s Latina, she likes to cook,” Vanessa giggled as the two started to walk down the street.
They strolled together for a few minutes until they reached a small park nearby Vanessa’s neighbourhood. Red-painted fences surrounded the area, complete with flower beds and cobbled paths and grass that seemed too green and too striking to be real. Vanessa picked a spot underneath a large tree, branches and blossoms and hundreds of green leaves providing a little shade from the bright July sunshine. She dug into the basket which Brooke had quickly discarded onto the ground and produced a blue tartan blanket, attempting several times to spread it out onto the grass without it folding underneath itself. Brooke laughed, enjoying the visual of the small girl wrestling with the fabric. When Vanessa finally succeeded (after a few profanities and a little help from Brooke), the two climbed onto the blanket, Vanessa leaning against the tree and Brooke sitting cross-legged opposite her.
“Oh, almost forgot,” Vanessa mumbled. Brooke watched her reach into her back pocket before tossing a red packet her way, hitting her square in the face and making Vanessa chuckle.
The strawberry laces.
“I’m a woman of my word.”
Brooke laughed to herself as she was reminded of their deal. “Thanks, bitch.”
The sweets were quickly forgotten, however, as the two dove into the basket Vanessa’s mother had prepared. Brooke’s Nutella and strawberries were abandoned in the bottom of her bag, easily replaced by homemade burritos and croissants with jam and sandwiches. She ate as much as she could, savouring each rich taste on her tongue, until she was sure she couldn’t eat anymore. Despite the two having barely made a dent in Vanessa’s stash, they were both satisfied, Brooke becoming even more tired as a result.
They talked a little more, basking under the heat of the sun, their conversation turning back to school and exams.
“I’m really happy you’re taking a break, bitch.”
“I guess I am too. I like spending time with you.”
Vanessa flashed her a grin, her nose scrunching up at the compliment. “Good. You deserve some time to yourself, you’ve been stressing yourself out.”
“Yeah, I have. It’s been hell. Bending over my desk has started to hurt my back, too.” Brooke laughed at her statement, but Vanessa seemed less than pleased.
“Hold up, bitch. You’re telling me you’ve been studying enough to make your back hurt?”
Brooke bit her lip, holding back a laugh at seeing Vanessa get worked up. “Yeah, but it’s not a big deal.”
“Yes it is, Miss Brooke Lynn! Exams are bad enough for your mental health, I can’t have your physical health getting fucked up too.”
Brooke couldn’t help but giggle a little, failing to see the importance of Vanessa’s point. “I’m fine, V, really.”
“Oh no you’re not. That’s it. C’mere. I’m giving you a back massage.”
Brooke’s small giggle grew into a full belly laugh, finding the idea of Vanessa karate chopping into her back a very comedic prospect. Regardless, Vanessa pulled Brooke’s wrist until she had manoeuvred her to lean back against her, her own back still resting on the tree trunk.
Vanessa’s first movements were tentative and gentle grips onto Brooke’s shoulders, making her shift and wriggle, unable to suppress her fits of giggles. Vanessa became increasingly frustrated at her for not taking it seriously, which only made Brooke want to wind her up more. She was cute when she agitated.
“Brooke Lynn Hytes I swear….. quit squirming, bitch, this is supposed to be relaxing!”
She smirked to herself. “I am relaxed. You seem to be pretty worked up, though.”
“Shut up already.”
“You can’t make me,” Brooke teased.
In one quick motion Vanessa pushed Brooke up slightly and leaned over her, her face hovering centimetres above Brooke’s. Without warning she pressed a kiss into her lips. Brooke’s heart jumped in surprise, all of her senses going into overdrive. It was unexpected, addictive, exciting, and made Brooke want to hold her close like she’d never thought about before. She was suddenly aware of the beauty of her the girl in front of her- dark eyes and golden skin, the softness of her cheek and her hair against her skin, and the perfect cherry lips that were connected to her own. She relaxed into the kiss, closing her eyes and deepening it for just a second before Vanessa pulled away, the heart-stopping moment ending two seconds after it had started.
That shut her up, alright.
She found a smile creeping onto her face, mirrored by Vanessa’s own grin. Her mind was buzzing, unable to form a coherent sentence but willing her to speak, to say something. “Vanessa… you should’ve, I… I didn’t know-“
“Shush, not now baby. We can talk about it later. Now I just want you to relax, okay?” Vanessa spoke softly in her ear, bringing Brooke down from the electric moment with a hand on her hair.
Brooke found her tired body leaning back against Vanessa almost subconsciously, this time appreciating the comfort and safety of Vanessa’s arms around her as she resumed her rubbing on her back. Any thoughts of exams or stress were forgotten. Instead, her thoughts were consumed by Vanessa. She focused on everything around her, trying to take in as much as she could and commit the experience to memory.
The smell of grass and fresh air and Vanessa’s perfume.
The sound of the wind and the leaves and Vanessa’s words in her ear.
The feeling of the sun on her skin and Vanessa’s right hand on her shoulder and her left stroking her hair.
The cherry taste of Vanessa’s lips still lingering on hers.
And before she knew it, her heavy eyelids fluttered closed and she slipped into a dream, finally giving in to the tiredness that had been with her all day. Vanessa held her close and planted a small kiss on the top of Brooke’s head.
SuperSanvers kids: None of them want to miss anything in their kids lives, so pictures and video were often taken and sent if someone had to be at work or somewhere and missed something. Alex and Maggie managed to turn it into a bit of a competition. At the end of each week they would both submit something to the judges(the superfam) and they would see who could get the cutest pic/vid of Kara and the kids being adorable together. It led to a lot of photo albums. lol
This immediately reminded me of the movie Life as we know it: Kara is being called away as Supergirl when Ali starts to walk and Alex and Maggie know she will be super upset if she misses out on this, so in their panic Maggie pushes Ali back down again while Alex shoots Kara a message and it’s so ridiculous and Ali is crying as Kara comes flying in through the window and Kara wonders what on earth is going on but then Ali spots Kara and stops crying and stands up on wobbly legs and starts walking towards her and Kara manages to catch her before she can fall and Ali giggles happily when she is lifted into the air and then into Kara’s arms and Kara is smiling so, so brightly at her because she managed to get there in time after all (well, thanks to Maggie’s little stunt, but they’re not going to talk about that - at least not until Ali is at least 25 and Maggie is over the embarrassment of her actions) and Alex just smiles because they were all home for this milestone.
On other occasions Alex and Maggie will send Kara video snippets and pictures of Ali and later on Maya too and Kara always smiles when she sees them and can’t wait to be back home with them again.
When Maggie gives birth to their third daughter she stays home for a few months and while they could have afforded to keep her home a little longer they fully understood and supported Maggie’s wish to go back to work, because as much as she loved her family, she missed working and needed the balance and after some negotiations the department offered her a part-time job and she was more than happy about that but she also never anticipated how much she would actually miss the girls, especially their youngest, and since Alex and Kara sensed that Maggie was struggling with this they start sending her a lot of videos and pictures and Maggie is so happy about this and her colleagues just smile whenever they catch Maggie staring at her phone and while Maggie really loves her job, she is always happiest when she comes back home to her family and when she can finally take their girls in her arms again.
Alex and Maggie also take countless pictures of Kara being adorable with their girls, it’s always a sight to behold when she plays with them and makes them laugh, a happy smile on her own face and the girls giggling when she starts to float with them and their friends love those pictures just as much and when Lena eventually turns them into photo albums for them Kara is smiling so big because she loves those memories, cherishes them, just as much as Alex and Maggie do, and it’s needless to say that a lot of those albums are going to follow until the girls were all grown up and ready to leave their home.
where the clock on your wrist starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting once you meet your soulmate, and completely erases once your close to your soulmate and starts up again once your far from each other
Requested by @itsmultifandomshit : Heyyy! :D could you do a haechan x reader soulmate au?? (I'm obsessed with soulmate au's lol😂😂😅😅) THANK YOU so much!! I Love the design of your blog a lot omg it's so pretty
a/n: i hope you liked it 💙 . i’m thinking about doing it for all of the dream members
You were the only one in your class who hadn’t found their soulmate
Your friends found their soulmates in the start of middle school and they would always bring their boy/girlfriend with them when ever you were supposed to hang out
It was until one day your bestfriend asked if you were taking your yearly trip with her family to visit South Korea
Of course you went
You got to spend time with just your bestie without her boy/girlfriend in her face all day
“How long has it been?”
She would ask you since you both had different soulmate marks. Her’s being whenever her boy/girlfriend was in pain she felt it and vise versa
“Only 16 years, 11 months, 23 hours, and 9 seconds.”
You kept track of that thing because it could stop any second now
And you would be happy because you would get to give your soulmate a piece of your mind for taking forever in finding you
Once you landed in Seoul, your parents and her parents went to sign everyone in at the hotels
The building was by coffee shop and a real big and pretty shopping mall
Which you and your bestie went to first since you need some new bathing suits for the pool later on in the week
While you were walking around you stopped to get a few snacks being pretzels and ice cream
The two of you sat at a bench outside of the mall
“What if your soulmate is Korean Y/N?”
“What if s/he’s German? Then I’d never meet them because they’re all the way across the world!”
This is how your conversations went
She’d be searching high and low for someone who might be your soulmate since she just wanted to see you happy and not-
“Y/N!”
“What!?”
“Y-your clock it stopped!”
You look at your wrist to see it stopped on 16:11:15:39
“Oh shit! Donghyuck your wrist!”
Your best friend stood up to look around for the voice that just said ‘Donghyuck’
She spots them with her amazing eyes and run towards the group of seven boys
You were so confused
Shit was getting out of control
Once you reach them she starts asking questions, probably all wrong about this whole thing
“What are you yelling about?” She asked in English completely ditching her native language
The boys look at your friend weirdly before pointing to their tan friend
“His clock just stopped! He just met his soulmate without meeting them!” One of them understood her and answered
You looked at your wrist to see the numbers completely gone
“Holy shit Y/F/N the numbers are gone!”
“HOly shit Mark the numbers are gone!”
.....
You made eye contact and then looked at the group in front of you who were losing their shit
Donghyuck- you think his name was- picked you up into a hug and spun you around giggling as you held onto his neck
Finally after what felt like forever he place you back to your feet and spoke
“I- I am Donghyuck-” he spoke in broken English
You laughed at his attempt to speak your native language
It was great being able to speak fluent Korean
“Hello I’m Y/N.”
He sighed completely over joyed you spoke Korean
The rest of the day you were getting to know each other.
You learned that he was two months older than you
“Does this mean you’re going to call me oppa?”
“No this means we’re going to fight Donghyuck! How could you make me wait 16 year, 11 months, 15 minutes and 39 seconds you fuck, and at that while I was eating a pretzel that Y/F/N dropped?”
“I’ll- I’ll by you a new one don’t worry!”
And you’re summer was spent with him, his friend and Y/F/N
When you met his friends- oh boy you were smothered with love and jokes and teasing remarks
“Awww little Y/N looks better than Haechan.” Yuta would say
Jaehyun, Johnny, Ten and Doyoung had a thing for your cheeks
“Hey Donghyuck her cheeks are adorable!”
“Sorry Jisungie your cheeks have been replaced by Y/N’s.”
Taeyong was your mom away from your mom
“You guys hungry? Y/N you can order something I’ll pay.”
When he met your mom and dad they fell in love with his smile
You could’ve sworn you heard your mother say “You’re much more responsible than Y/N.”
Here comes the baby pictures
Since he’s a fucking troll he held those picture over your head as you mother printed out pictures to give to him as going away presents
Once summer ended the two of you cried with each other on the phone that night
He promised he was going to talk to you everyday until next summer when you meet again
On your way to the airport you saw all fifteen (15) of the guys standing there with posters saying ‘Come Back Soon’ ‘Donghyuck loves you’ ‘See your cute cheeks again next summer’
And then there was Donghyuck with flowers and a giant teddy bear
“I planned on letting you leave but Yuta hyung and Johnny hyung said this would be cute and this would make you happy...”
And it did
And you both had your first kiss in front of your parents, your best friend’s parents, and in front of the guys
While you were home Donghyuck call every minute he could and stayed on the phone for hours
“You’ve been gone for 2 months, 19 hours and 55 seconds and that’s how much I miss your big headed self.”
“Ew your being cheesey again. That’s my job Yuckie.”
you can find this under Reaction Masterlist along with the other members
Kalex: So what do you think the first picture Alex took of/with Kara was after they got together romantically? Cause Alex is a tough Agent but I also think she's really sentimental(Jeremiah's watch). I think she would keep little notes Kara left her, take videos of Kara just being Kara, write out what there first date was like, and like half her camera role on her phone would have Kara in it.
I think the first picture(s) she takes of Kara after they get together are of mundane, everyday moments. It might not seem like anything special, but there may be a picture of Kara preparing dinner for them one evening after Alex got home late from work and smiling at Alex when she sees her coming in through the door. Maybe it’s Kara asleep on the couch, because she tried to stay awake until Alex came home but eventually fell asleep anyway, curled up on the couch and Alex softly smiles at her and takes a picture, because she realizes then that this is her life now, Kara was hers, Kara wasn’t going to leave, and her heart grows three sizes bigger all over again at the sight, the thought, and she carefully carries Kara to bed then and kisses her forehead when Kara instinctively curls into her and Alex falls asleep soon after that, feeling safe and warm right next to Kara.
Kara also started leaving notes for Alex, whenever she’s being called away as Supergirl and Alex always smiles at the notes because they usually contain some messy doodles, mostly hearts and flowers, and Kara’s scribbly signature, and Alex keeps them in a small box, unable to part from these little notes because they’re so uniquely Kara.
Alex also writes about their first date, first vacation and little everyday moments. She also writes about the day they decide to expand their family, the day she finds out she is pregnant and when they first see their baby on the ultrasound, first hear their heartbeat, when she first feels them move, when Kara comes home with the first stuffed animal for them. She writes it all down and smiles at the memories and when Kara gets to read the journal one day she tears up at every little thing Alex wanted to remember and she pulls her close and kisses her, happy that she got to spend the rest of her life with Alex and their little girl.
[Nice and angsty prompt, I like it. But I can’t lol.
Also, I’m not counting two words as sentence. ‘Cause I said so. Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five!]
And just like that, it was all over.
Months of agonizing over tiny details, over caterers and bands, over seating plans, colour schemes, guest lists, and flower arrangements. Months of excitement, passion, love, waiting.
Eggsy swaggered three steps behind his sister (who was wearing a frilly dress with fairy wings and tossing clumps of daisy petals down the aisle), held his arm looped through his mother’s, smiled radiantly when they reached Harry in his simple black tuxedo. The ceremony went by so fast, a flash compared to the months he’d waited, but still it felt like forever before he could say the words he’d been thinking nonstop; and really, Eggsy didn’t mind that the wait was over.
May i request a first date scenario with Fem!MU with either Stahl or Lon'qu please?
You may! I will do both, just for you, anon, since you asked so nicely. ♥
Lon’qu
Lon’qu would probably prefer a quiet evening. He would come to your tent around sundown and after waiting for you to finish getting ready, take your hand (quite a daring move for someone so afraid of women) and lead you away from camp. You end up at a clearing in the forest. Here, Lon’qu has previously set blankets and comfy pillows around for the two of you to sit on.
“I thought we could look at the stars together,” he tells you, his face reddening. When you don’t say anything, he becomes a little worried. “It’s not enough, is it? I knew you’d want something more extravagant -” he tries to break away from your gaze but you don’t let him. You take his face into your hands and stare into his eyes.
“Its perfect. I love it,” you assure him. He smiles. For a moment you think he might kiss you, but shortly his face grows red again and he pulls away from your hands. Keeping his gaze averted he sits down on the blanket and pats the spot next to him. Obediently you lower yourself onto the blanket beside Lon’qu and lay on your back. After a few minutes he lays down, too.
The two of you end up chatting quietly as the night sky grows darker. You wish you could stay next to him forever, just talking and enjoying each other’s company. Over the course of the evening you inch closer and closer to him. He doesn’t seem to notice until you move closer one last time and rest your head on his shoulder. He tenses visibly, but does not flinch away. Impressive.
“Is this okay?” you ask him. Lon’qu nods, and to reassure you, he shifts so that his arm is around your shoulders. You turn to lay on your side, facing him, and place an arm over his waist. Feeling a bit more daring, you tilt your head up to kiss his cheek, thinking maybe it’d release some of the tension between you. Not for Lon’qu, though. His face only blushes deeper, and he closes his eyes, lifting a hand to cover his face.
“I’m sorry,” you giggle.
“Hmph,” is his reply, but you can feel that he’s beginning to relax.
The two of you lay there for several more hours before saying goodnight and retreating to your tents.
Stahl
A first date with Stahl would obviously include a wonderfully prepared meal. Stahl would invite you to come to his tent for dinner. When you arrive, everything is already set out. You realize that he’s prepared a variety of your favorite foods. He must have picked up on them during previous conversations.
“Robin! You’re here!” Stahl exclaims when he notices you enter. Excitedly he rushes forward to embrace you, and you hug him back.
“Everything looks wonderful,” you tell him.
“Really? You mean it?” Stahl asks, his eyes lighting up. You nod vigorously.
The two of you sit down and the table, across from each other, and enjoy dinner together. Stahl’s stories and jokes have you cracking up, and you have to be careful to not choke on your food, or worse, spit it across the table.
After you’re both done eating and satisfied with full tummies, you sit down in front of the fire and continue telling each other stories. Stahl drapes and arm around you shoulders gently, and you lean into him, closing your eyes. He’s warm and comfy, and you feel at home by his side. The adorable cavalier rests his cheek on top of your head and you hope to Naga that this won’t be the last time the two of you share such a tender moment.
You and Stahl snuggle in front of the fire for a long time, exchanging sleepy banter and giggling. Once it starts to get pretty late he helps you up and walks you across camp back to your tent.
“Can we do this again sometime?” Stahl asks you outside your sleeping quarters.
“Of course. I had a lovely time,” you smile up at him, and in a swift movement, he leans down to kiss your lips softly. You beam at him as he pulls away, unable to speak. It’s okay, though. You don’t need any words. So you just wave at him, unable to wipe the smile from your face, as he returns to his own tent for the night.
