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Having dinner at the Blue Elephant when I took a picture of this amazing teapot... My friend ask me why did I took picture... I said "It's cute. Hahaha!😄😄😄" Then he was gone for a couple of minutes and he came back with a paperbag... When I open it... it was another blue elephant teapot carefully wrapped as souvenir... 😄😄😄 #birthday #anniversary #dinner #blueelephant #bangkok #souvenir #elephant #teapot #gift #newyear #instalike #instafollow #like4like #folow4folow #instagram #instapost #asianboy #man #boy #bear #chub #cub (at Blue Elephant Cooking School & Restaurant Bangkok)
ND - Genuine Dakota Gift Shop
A little souvenir shopping at the Genuine Gift Shop located in the Visitor Information Center at Bismarck, ND. I still believe that the photographs you take makes the best souvenir from your travels.
Pasalubong from Imelda
Pasalubong is a Filipino tradition. It is simply any gift given by someone arriving from a distant place. That is what a wonderful friend of mine who came back from her vacation did. She sent me all these goodies. Such a lovely and thoughtful gesture.
One of my favourite love languages is giving souvenirs.
Specially when they visit a certain place and bring something back that reminds you of them.
I was by the beach and found this pretty seashell for you.
This rock reminded me of you.
Random flowers.
This is a collectible, you should keep it.
This postcard reminded me of us.
Food I ate at San Diego Zoo: • Kung Pao Chicken from Hua Mei Café Souvenir I bought at San Diego Zoo: •Cap with rhino print
Chills - Adam Stanheight / Reader
This story is inspired by Souvenir - a Selena Gomez song.
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You were at it again, the both of you, hugging close to one another after breakfast like it was the last time you would ever get to see each other. Adam Stanheight’s body heat was practically lulling you to sleep, but you didn’t want to leave him yet; you were so perfect in this moment and you didn’t want it to end. It was long stares and alluring exchanges like these that got you giddy and fuzzy. Fires sparked along your skin wherever he touched you, making you sizzle with the friction.
Adam’s brown eyes were so easy to get lost in, all you had to do was glance at them and you would be drowning in the depths of that iris; examining every little detail and taking in all the experiences they’d been through. You would never get tired of swimming there, floundering there. And Adam stared directly back into your eyes, the ripe color of them so mesmerizing; he’d never get tired of this.
Your chests rose and fell together with every careful breath that each of you took. The fear of being lost, if only you were to break the cycle of your breathing, kept you from disrupting the pattern that you had created. Even though there was no threat, it was a mere superstition that you both shared. You had to breathe together, as one.
It was just so… breathtaking… you could say - how so many feelings could pulse through you at once; you were addicted. Once the corrupted air from Adam’s lungs entered yours, it was just like… a souvenir almost; one you didn’t want to get rid of.
Each breath, and brush of skin, made you numb, gave you goosebumps. You’d always feel it in the same place. Sometimes it would be on your arms, but mostly it was up your spine. Starting from your head all the way down to your feet. It was so strong sometimes you felt incapacitated. You loved that feeling.
And it didn’t have to be cold in the room for you to feel that. Right now, it was ninety degrees Fahrenheit, and for some reason you had the heat running, but nevertheless, those chills came and went like it was the middle of December in a hail storm straight from the North Pole. Up and down, and up and down, those chills wouldn’t give you a break.
Adam’s lips were planted on yours strongly, dragging you into a lapse of kissing that kept going. His mouth felt all over yours and finding new places to explore. He tilted your head back so it was resting up on the wall. The pressure of his lips on yours was so levitating, like lifting you away from your fears and into a world where only good things existed. The rush was so energizing and exciting, you could barely even move or speak.
Adam lifted you up so that you were sitting on his hips, back against the wall, and arms around his neck. Faulkner pushed you closer to the cool wall. It made you shiver but you were too engulfed by the feelings on your lips to care.
There was a nasty smell of burning trash wafting in from the window, and the noisy traffic cluttered your hearing with nothing else. Outside it was bright and beautiful, the sky was clear with puffy clouds drifting across. The streets had a shine from the recent rain. The air was fresh and invigorating.
Inside, it smelled musty and dusty, like someone had just swept and the gunk was floating in the atmosphere. You and Adam had several steampunk objects lying around the house. The steampunk dragonfly was a wedding gift, but afterwards you’d become addicted. Now you had a collection. It only had fifteen items but it was a work in progress.
You felt the gentle, warm, tug of Adam’s lips slip out of your plump, sensitive ones. You moaned and opened your eyes to look at him. “Adam…” you gurgled unintelligently.
Adam was gasping from the fast set pace he had been kissing you at. “Sheesh. I didn’t know I could kiss you like that.”
“I didn’t either,” you muttered. “So why did you stop?”
“Sorry,” Adam apologized. “You know… Oxygen…”
You nodded, a smile on your face. “Right,” you whispered, and then allowed Adam to catch his breath. You leaned forward so that your chest was resting on Adam’s shoulder. You kept your head up and looked out the window, feeling the rise and fall of your boyfriend’s chest. You could hear the low breath in your ear.
Letting your mind go numb, you closed your eyes, and took in the smokey smell of Adam’s clothes. You bit your lower lip tiredly, relaxation filling your body like warm liquid. “I love you,” Adam said.
You snuggled closer, and wrapped your legs tighter around Adam’s waist. “I love you, too.”
Adam pushed you back against the wall, and started another make-out session. Adam’s hands rose up your shirt and you moaned out his name. He traced your stomach and your chest, slid up towards your collar bones and chin. You melted against his soft touch. You locked eyes with him, losing yourself in a daze.
“Adam…”
“Is that all you know how to say?” Adam asked you.
You nodded. “Yeah. The only language I can speak. I call it… Lovesick Language.”
“I like that language. I think I speak it well, too, Y/N.”
“Mmmh. Adam…”
Adam smiled in amusement, and then kissed you again, lighter and gentler. “You’re so precious,” he said softly. He caressed your cheek and slid his thumb over your jaw. “My everything.”
You leaned your cheek into his palm. “Oh, Adam… You’re so good to me.”
“You think so?”
“Mmhmm.” You murmured happily, a contented look on your face.
Adam chuckled. “I’d hope so. I try very hard to take care of you.”
You nuzzled his cheek and took in a deep breath, your heart swelling with affection. “And I you, baby.”
Adam kissed you again, and your breath was taken away again. He lifted you from the wall and you hugged him tighter. Stanheight spun around a couple of times, looking up at you playfully. He headed to the bedroom, holding you close so as to not run you into anything. You enjoyed the ride. “You’ve been so good,” he muttered alluringly in your ear.
You shuddered at his words. “I try my best…”
“So, so, so, good, baby,” Adam insisted.
You hummed out, feeling a little bit… excited… You moaned out a little too enticingly. “What are you planning?”
Adam dropped you suddenly, and you were airborne for a few seconds, before landing on the fluffy mattress of the bed. Adam leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head. He grinned at you proudly, and straddled your hips. “Hi my beautiful.”
You blushed. “Hi…” You murmured with a shy smile.
“Don’t look at me like that… You know I can’t resist you when you give me that smile.”
You apologized profusely, and Adam watched you passively, until he got tired of it. “Shh, baby. I get it.”
“Adam…” You mumbled. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I’m GOING to fuck you. But I don’t think that’s what you’re asking.”
You giggled. “I just wanted to hear you say it…”
“I know,” Adam whispered, and then started to peel your clothes off. “Just take my breath away, like you always do.”
“ ‘Course, Adam. I’d love to,” you replied compliantly.
“And be a sweet thing, yeah?” Adam’s voice was low and seductive.
“Yeah.” Your voice wavered, and broke. You were so full of emotions you could barely speak.
“Promise?” Adam questioned ominously, with no intent of being dangerous.
“I promise,” you purred straight back.