#italy travel souvenir

[yourcoffeeguru]

TOWER of PISA ITALY Ceramic Resting Spoon Holder CASA INNOVA  || SWtradepost

[inkaoatmilk]

Bellagio, Italy

August 2022

[designerpropo]

Italy Vintage style retro souvenir

[jessicarockpoet]

poem: italy to switzerland by train

bright red serpent

climbing high in the sky,

slithering silently

from lush green valleys

to snow-covered peaks.

[anuchart19]

Italy Landmark Souvenir Magnet Collection Gift for Refrigerator

The beautiful landmarks of Italy with our collection of refrigerator magnets. Each magnet features a different iconic Italian city or landmark, making it the perfect souvenir or gift for any travel enthusiast. From the Colosseum in Rome to the Leaning Tower of Pisa, these magnets will transport you to the heart of Italy every time you open your fridge. Each magnet is made of high-quality materials and designed to be durable and long-lasting. Bring a piece of Italy into your home and add a touch of culture to your kitchen with our Italy landmark tourist magnets.

[artteristly]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍.𝐁

SUMMARY, you’ve been daphne's best friend since forever, to the point you were considered family toward her family. Though there was always this one boy who you didn’t see as family, simply as your future lover, that was daphne's older brother, a boy your age, a flirtatious boy who you mistook as someone who always jokes around, it was actually the opposite, he meant every word he uttered towards you, a sweet dream indeed.

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𝒮weet, a nice word Colin would always use to reminisce about his childhood. His love of the wild, the feeling of walking in the gardens alone, and simply enjoying his peaceful days. However, one summer, when he was the age of nine, Daphne waltzed into the house dragging a very clueless girl inside. 

His mother, who greeted the girl asked her what was going on, and you simply replied with a childish smile. You had told her Daphne had spotted you admiring butterflies and tagged along with you, and as the day got later, you thought it would be best to walk the six-year-old girl back home. 

Daphne insisted she should show you her home garden, talking about how multiple gorgeous butterflies passed through there. You had asked Violet if it was okay with her, and she told you it was fine but only to be careful. Colin watched you that day from a window, admiring how connected you were with nature, which he now wanted to be engulfed in. 

“That is a Morpho, a beautiful insect indeed.” You smile at Colin, who is caught off guard when you appear behind him. You crouch right next to him, making him inhale air as he turns nervous. You held out your finger to the insect and let it attach itself to your finger, slowly bringing it to Colin's face. “Pretty isn’t it? It’s quite similar to your eye color!” You smile. 

His eyes looked at you then the bug who crawled around your finger, somewhat sending goosebumps through your body, making you laugh in response. “Are you not afraid?” He muttered, pulling his knees deeper into his chest. You look at him then the bug, chuckle, and nod. “No, I like to admire beautiful things, My father also likes to do the same.” You told him, flickering your finger and making the butterfly fly away. 

“My name is Colin.” He told you, making you look at him again and smile. “I know, Daphne talks a lot about her older brothers.” You stood up, making him hastily stand up again too. “I heard you want to travel the world, correct?” You asked him, and his response was nodding his head furiously. “Then when you can, you must visit me in Italy!” You giggle. 

“You’ve been to Italy?” Colin asked you, and you saw stars in his eyes, making you blush. “I go every summer since my mother’s family lives there.” You grab his hands, making him pipe down. “You and Daphne must visit my home, I have many travel souvenirs from my trips there!” You told him, and he nodded in acceptance. 

Since then he never saw you as family, he always saw you as his first love. 

You, however, fell in love with Colin at first sight. You were studying with your father, who told you some bug facts and let you touch them. Then the sound of horses rang in your ears, and you saw a man and three boys approach your father. “Edmund! How are you, old man?” Your father smiled at him, making the other laugh. 

You looked over to see the man your father was talking to, only for your father to introduce you. “My daughter.” You look up, smiling at the man kindly making him smile towards you. “Ah, my three sons, Anthony, Benedict, and Colin.” He moved out of the way for the two of you to see. 

Your eyes widened as they laid on him, his untamed hair, and his somewhat toothless smile, as he joked with his other brother. You nod your head at them, as they do the same, and say hello, before leaving them to look at the bugs as your father talks to the other man. 

As they depart, you look over to catch him one more time, he was the first one to gallop away. He looked like a prince in your eyes, enchanting and alluring. 

Your childhood with him was a happy memory, but now times are different. You were a young lady who was about to be introduced into society but with terrible news arriving hastily to your estate in London, you couldn’t as your mother was being summoned back to Italy. 

 “Oh, how I wish you could be here for my debut.” Daphne sniffled some tears that made you giggle. “My dear Daphne, do you think I would leave without giving you something?” You bit your lip, not wanting to smile too big. Daphne looked at you in confusion but gasped when a maid handed you a box. 

“Here are your debut shoes, your mother gave me permission to get them for you, as a farewell gift.” You smiled, letting her hold the box and look at the shoes in amazement. She squealed in delight, putting the shoes aside and hugging you. “Oh, I’ll miss you! Three years will be far too long.” 

“Three years?” Violet frowned, hastily putting her teacup down. “What about your debut year, dear?” She asked all Bridgerton sisters to look at you. You sigh and frown “I will have to debut when I'm twenty and three.” You cradle your cheek with your hand, making everyone frown. “We will surely miss you, dearest.” Violet smiled sadly. 

“So will I! I already promised Daphne that I would write to her.” You held her hand, making her smile at you. “My, what is happening?” Anthony called out, breaking the tight atmosphere as he, Benedict, and Colin walked into the drawing room. “Miss Sinclair will be leaving us for three years.” Violet frowned at the news once again. 

Colin's eyes widen as he looks over towards you, only to see your face forming a frown. “Whatever for?” Colin asked, making you look at him. “My mother has affairs to attend to since my grandfather is somewhat ill.” You place down your teacup.

“Do not worry, It’ll just be for three years, I will come back, hopefully.” You smile at them, making them express how they will miss you once again. When it was about time to leave, Hyacinth begged you to bring her something back from Italy, to which you nodded to reassure her you would. 

“Now Hycinth, why don’t you let me walk her down?” Colin grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his arm, making you jump in surprise. As you two leave the drawing room, you look up towards him, smiling kindly. “I will write to you.” You told him, making him look down towards you. “I will miss you, perhaps I will visit you if I were to start my tour.” He smiled, making you laugh. You pull him into a vacant room, pulling out a wrapped gift just for him. 

“I did not want to give you this in front of your family, since I did not bring gifts for them, just you and Daphne.” You hand him the wrapped gift, making him look at you. You both heard your name being called out by a maid, meaning your carriage was ready. You told yourself ‘now or never’ as you did, you stood on your tippy toes and landed a kiss on Colin's cheek. “Goodbye, Colin.” 

He stood utterly shocked as you left the room, making your way out with a flushed face. Colin felt like a boy who had just gotten a new toy when he ran upstairs towards his room. He breathed in and out while looking at the wrapped gift, he panted as he tore it open. 

A journal? He hesitated as he undid the tie around it, watching as a note fell from it. 

‘Dear Colin, I gift you this journal to write in if you were to start your tour, to express your feelings when I am not there or when you are struggling. A journal for only your eyes. – sincerely, your girl.’ 

The room had simply gotten too hot to be in, as Colin rested in his bed and read over and over your handwriting. He groaned at the thought of your lips on his cheek, a moment he had been waiting for, and when it had finally happened, you were gone—three years of pure torture. 

He never got the opportunity to visit you in Italy when he had embarked on his journey. His tour never crossed paths in Italy, therefore he wrote to you, about how the world was different, the way of life was different, and how he wished for you to see it. When his letter got your sweet responses he would dream of you, how you would whisper the words you wrote into his ears, the texture of your lips on his neck, sweet torture. 

Three years, everything would change. He would change, and so would you. He turned into a man, a man who was no longer seen as a young boy, and you were no longer a young lady, you were a mature lady, who had seen her fair share of society. 

When the news got out that you had returned to London, Colin was bordering the next ship to go back home as soon as possible. He just groaned in annoyance as he arrived on the day of Francesca's debut, as well as yours. He just wished to see you before the event. 

He followed his family to the presentation, waiting anxiously as they called debutante after debutante. “Will you finally make a move on her?” Daphne leaned over towards Colin, making him raise a brow towards her. 

Daphne looked at him, giving him a look. “You will make her our new sister, right?” Hyacinth butted in, making him look at all three of his sisters. “You should hurry up if you are, I feel this season will be different.” Daphne smiled at him, before turning over towards Francesca who rose from her curtsy at the queen, leaving quickly as she came.

“Miss Sinclair, presented by her Mother, Duchess of York, Lady Amelia Sinclair–Bianchi.” 

Colin felt his airways clog up as he watched you gracefully present yourself to the queen, a gated beauty now being unlocked to the public. He hated the fact you caught the attention of the queen, you might have been announced the Diamond of the season until he saw the queen just smile and wave you off. 

You looked rather mature now, your posture was straight and your smile was now on display to the Ton who faced you with curiosity. He let his eyes wander your covered body, he shouldn’t, but he didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second. 

“The clock is ticking brother, it is now or never,” Daphne whispered into his ear, making him swallow at the thought of confessing to you. She was right, now or never. 

“Miss Sinclair, Ma’am.” A valet called out to the family who was in the drawing room, making everyone cheer up. It had been a few days after the presentation, and since you were preoccupied with potential suitors, you hadn’t gotten the chance to visit the family. 

Colin fixed his posture on the sofa, making everyone tease him. “Good day!” You’re cheerful attitude was brought into the blue room, making every family member cheer when you showed up. “Dear, good to see you!” Violet stood up and hugged you, making you giggle. 

“It’s good to see you all, it’s been a long time hasn't it?” You leave the hug to study the faces in the room, but you can’t recognize two. “Ah, you must Simon? Daphne has mentioned you in her letters!” You place a bag on the floor, offering a hand to the man who took it politely. “You must be her dearest friends is that so?” Simon smiled as you nodded furiously. 

You turn over towards the other figure in the room, making your smile widen more. “You must be Kate!” You rush in to hug her, making her stumble a bit back. “Sorry, It’s a pleasure to meet the person who captured Anthony’s heart!” You apologize quickly, making the new Viscountess laugh. 

“The pleasure is mine, I’ve heard nothing but good things about you.” Kate smiled, and the thought of her clumsy sister came to mind, seeing you made her smile warmly. “Again sorry I couldn’t attend your weddings, Italy has been a bit troublesome.” You look at every face in the room, they have nothing but questions. 

“Oh my!” You tumbled a bit when Hycinth and Gregory hugged you tight, making the rest laugh. “My have you two grown!” You smiled as the two started to bicker about who grew taller, but you interrupted them with a cough. “Neither the less, I come bearing gifts!” 

You laugh as the youngsters sit down, giving the floor to you. “I suppose I’ll go from oldest to youngest.” You mutter as the first two sons cheer, making the younger ones groan. “Violet.” You start, by making the oldest groan, making the others laugh at their behavior. “A pearl necklace.” You handed it to her, making her gasp at its beauty, standing up to kiss your cheek. 

“For Anthony, An Italian-style quill.” You take out of the bag and handed it out for him to study. “Italian brandy for Simon.” You handed the man, making him utterly speechless. 

“Daphne wasn’t particular in her letter about what you liked, so I took a wild guess, I hope you like it.” You explained, making him reassure you it was adequate. “Benedict, I heard you were no longer into paintings but had already purchased it, I hope it makes you want to paint again, Italian paint oils, for you.” You handed him, making him look at the paint, then giving you a small smile.

“To match with Anthony, Kate, I got you an Italian-style quill in purple.” You handed her, making her gasp and hug you. “Colin.” He looked at you, making him sit still as he took in your tone. “I got you, Italian maps and a new journal.” You handed him, making you smile as his blue eyes met yours, smiling at you. 

“Daphne, a perfume set to match with Hyacinth, a rather popular book series in italy for dear Eloise, An Italian music sheet for Franny, and a Bow and arrows for Gregory.” You wrap up, watching as the four squeal at their gifts, making you smile. As you sit back down, right next to the brunette, watching as everyone interacts with their gifts.

“Thank you for the gifts,” Colin whispers into your ear, making you burn up. “Of course, but I will say I must need something in return for yours.” You tease him. 

He was now looking at you directly, making you smile. “What would that be?” He asked raising a brow, making you tap your chin, acting as if you were thinking about it. “Perhaps you can let me read a page or two of your journal?” You ask of him, making him still. 

Colin’s mind wandered to the many things he wrote inside his journal, to the late-night adventurous, then to the thoughts of you, dear little you. He opened his mouth, about to answer until his brother interrupted. “Well, let’s head to dinner everyone.” Anthony stood up, guiding his wife to follow him. 

You two watched as everyone spilled out of the drawing room, leaving you and Colin to be the last ones in the room. You took a glance towards him, breath hitching as you saw him already staring. “Would you care to accompany me to a late evening stroll after dinner?” Colin smiled, that smile, the one that made you want to melt. “How could I decline.” You smile, walking downstairs with him. 

During dinner, Colin noticed how much he missed you. How you brought the mood up by answering questions, making light jokes, and playing with the younger ones. Simon and Kate had taken a liking to you, making you blush. He saw his mother laugh at something you said, a laugh so childish. 

Everyone seemed at ease, forgetting the hardships they fought last season. A feeling he had missed dearly while at sea, missing you. As everyone departed from dinner, you and Colin walked through his outdoor garden. “You’ve been to three cities in three months?!” You gasp, making you look at him, him laughing at your face. “What like it’s hard!” 

“It is unless they were all next to each other!” You whack his bicep, gasping at how firm it was. “My goodness, Colin!” You release your arm out of his, making him laugh. “Last time I saw you, you were still bones!” You knocked him over a bit, but it didn’t affect him at all. “Your style too! Who changed you!” You giggled. 

“Paris changed me a bit, why? You don’t like it?” He told you, the last bit catching you off guard. He looked at you for your response. You take your time studying him, you can’t deny it, he did look good. “I do, it makes you look more mature.” You huff, walking away from him. 

He walked right behind you, trying to catch up to you. “Seems like Italy changed you too, you look pretty.” Colin grabbed your hand and brought the back of it to kiss. You watched as he kissed it, bending down to your height to do so. “You jest around too much, Colin.” Colin heard you say so and could feel your hand trembling as he did so, making him smile. “Look! A Dandelion!” You snatch your hand away, marching where you saw the plant. 

He watched as you bent down to pick some, he noticed you two were quite far from the house. There you stood in front of a miniature field of Dandelions. Colin looked at you as you picked some up but they blew away before you got a chance to blow on it. “Hurry Colin!” You looked at him with such joy in your eyes, that his heart couldn’t take it. When you look at him, he has never felt so alive and free, only something he could muster up by being with you. 

You giggled as you walked back towards Colin, offering him a dandelion. “I could never find one of these in Italy, how I missed them.” You smiled at him, making him quiet up. 

“Let’s make a wish!” You told him, bringing his hand up to yours. He could only watch as you counted to three, making him lean in and blow on it the same time you did. He wished for many things, such as courage and luck. 

He wished for you, he wished you could be his, he wished he gained your father's blessing to marry you. If one thing came true, he would wish on every dandelion here if it meant he would get you. As he opened his eyes, he only saw you. 

You smiled as you could see his blue eyes, making you laugh. “What did you wish for?” You asked but then bit back. “Wait! Don’t tell me or it won’t come true!” You said but kept rambling on about the rules of wishing. He stayed quiet, he only looked at you with desire. Not daring to break the gap between you two. “Colin?” He felt his heart palpitate as you usher his name quietly. 

“I wished for you.” He whispered, making you quiet up. “I can’t hold these feelings in anymore, dear.” His tone made you only focus on him, his words felt sweet as a dream, was it a dream? 

“Colin, what are you talking about?” You murmured as you wanted more information. “I love you, very very much.” He brought your hands to his lips, hiding his face in them after. “I’ve loved you since we were nine, when you compared me to a Morpho.” You just looked at him as he rambled on. 

“I wanted to visit you in Italy, and to propose to you immediately, but then Anthony stopped me, telling me to wait until you were introduced into society.” Colin went on. “Then when I saw you in your white ball gown, when I saw you dolled up, I wanted you.” 

“I couldn’t bear the thought of you being with someone else, I would be a fool to not take the chance now, so here I am, begging you to give me a chance.” He begged. “I want to cherish you, love you, grow old with you, please allow me to do so.” 

You looked at him in shock, tears brimming your water line. “You’re not joking with me, right?” You sob, blinking as you let the tears float down. “This isn’t a dream, right?” You crouch down. Colin watched as you sobbed, confused but followed you. “This isn’t a dream and I’m not joking.” Colin wiped the tears away, cradling your cheek gently. 

“Why would I joke about that?” He asked you, making you sniffle and reply. “I always thought you were joking around with me.” You wipe your tears away. “I would never!” 

“I love you till the day that I die!” Colin grabbed your hands, declaring how much you mean to him. You watched as he defended himself from your silly little statement. You giggled, making him stop. “You’re still the same after all.” You watch as he becomes confused. “You’re still the childish and sensitive Colin I know.” You smile as you watch him groan in his hands.

“I love you too, Colin, ever since we were children I wanted to marry you, you were my prince charming.” You say, making him still as a rock. Colin hugged you, effortlessly picking you up into the air, making you shriek. “Is that a yes?” Colin asked you hurriedly, making you raise a brow. “To marry you?” 

Colin nodded hastily, he pulled something out of his waistcoat pocket. A ring was presented to you, making you look at him in awe. “I would love to marry you, Colin!” You exclaim happily, not being able to contain your happiness you jump into his arms. 

He spun you around in delight. As he placed you down again, he gently placed the ring on your finger, making you lightly sob again. You two laugh and giggle as he offers his handkerchief, and as you walk back into the house, a valet tells you that your family has arrived to pick you up. 

“A good way to break the news, no?” Colin smiled as he looked down towards you, you laughed and nodded in agreement. As you walked into the drawing room, you couldn’t help but tear up again, making your parents worry. 

You and Colin looked at each other and nodded, he declared that you two were engaged and you just watched as everyone reacted. Daphne was the first one to cheer, happily approving of this union as she hugged you tightly. “Finally!” She jumped happily hugging her brother next. 

The whole moment felt like a sweet dream, you were scared it was all an Illusion. 

Then everything went black, the sweet moment torn away from you as you fell into an abyss. “Dear?” A faint voice called out, making you groan. “Dear.” It called out again, making you open your eyes, as you were vision was flooded with a blue-colored ceiling. 

“Finally you awoke.” A warm voice called out, making you hum and turn to see who was speaking. Colin, it was Colin who was leaving a trail of kisses on your collarbone, to your cheek. You look around you to see your surroundings, a room mixed with baby blues and baby purples, your nightgown flung on a chair as well as Colin's nightshirt next to it. 

Then returning to reality, you sighed as you two were cuddled in your warm bed, melting back into his embrace. “What happened?” He asked as he snuggled closer into you, making you scrunch up. “I had a dream.” You spoke out, he hummed out making you aware he was listening. You brought your hand up to your face to scratch your nose, only to see your wedding ring on your finger. 

“I had a dream about when you declared your love for me, and when you told me to marry you.” You told him, shuffling around to look at him in the eyes, his blue eyes meeting yours.

“You still remember that day clear as day?” He smiled at you, making you smile as well. “Word to word, every single thing.” You kiss his nose as he turns a flustered color. “Impeccable remembrance my wife has.” Colin drags you into his chest as you two stay in bed for a little longer. 

“How could I forget it? One of the happiest days of my life.” You mumble onto his chest as he sends a vibration of his laugh down to your ear. “One of mine as well.” He agreed. 

After a pinch of silence, you spoke again. “It was a sweet dream.” You snuggled into his warmth, wanting nothing more to melt into him. Colin allowed you to do so, whispering sweet words into your ear making your naked body heat up with warmth. Then after a slight moment to yourselves, a squeal ran across the hall to your door. “Mummy!” A little one called out right after. 

[pumpkinsy0]

I’m not sure if America does this much, but from where I am, a grade is able to travel to a different country for around a week or two for educational purposes (e.g Italy, France, Etc.) So,,, any Papercut Hcs for that? (Taken that they were able to make up the money for that, maybe Pony took up extra jobs to earn the money.)

ik what ur talking about!!! i dont think its common for a WHOLE GRADE to do it, but ik wym!!!!

OK SO

•lets say they’re traveling to france (ewwww🙄🙄 but trust me, makes sense later), their language class was french and they were like “man y dont we all travel to france to test out skills n have fun”

•gonna b frank w u, pony, curly, and their families were hesitant on it, MOSTLY bc of money restraints but when it comes to pony, its bc he just never traveled out the country before, let alone all by himself

• curly rlly has no aspirations to travel anywhere but then he realized that if pony left, he would b bored out his mind cayse who else can he annoy as well as he does w pony??? so he was on board!!

•look, getting that money was a hard time for all, tim and curly did more jobs, darry and soda worked their asses off and so did pony, but at the end of the day, they did it (also some of it was covered for everyone bc of some soc’s rich ass dad)🙏🏽🙏🏽

•when the packed, they damn near packed everything they had bc they just dont have much, it was like they were going away forever😭

•look, curly (and angela, shes here too!!! :3) r haitian immigrants, they knowwwww french bc they HAD to learn it in haiti to get through the education system, hell theyre probably one of the few ppl who even know it fluently out this whole grade, everyone else was lowkey bullshittin

•curlys basically ponys translator for everything, and curly WILL use it to his advantage, ponys always smarter than him but HERE??? HEEEE has the upper hand, plus, this means pony being clingy

•but his french was a lil rusty bc he wouldnt rlly speak it a lot, even in class he wouldnt rlly speak

•pony had this “introduction to french” book darry gave him bc darry can actually speak french bc of the class!!!

•curly and angela CANNOOTTT see the eiffel tower as being romantic btw, that shit was built w haitian money they hate france man (YES, im airing out some of my grievances i hate france dude🙄🙄), if pony mentioned the tower near curly he’d roll his eyes, ALSO BC HE FOUND IT TO B CORNY

•curly and pony keep getting lost dude, its like hell on earth, YES, france is walkable, but that probably just makes it worse for them bc theyre walking far in the wrong way😭

•u can def tell theyre american tourist, but i dont think curly would care, ponys trying to keep a low profile tho

•i dont think they rlly, like french food that much, not even that it taste bad or anything just not their cup of tea, honestly

•if i remember right, france has a problem w pick pocketers and i PROMISE u that wouldnt slide w either of em, they WILL fight u over it😭

•angela was excited to try the macarons!!! honestly like top thing she liked there probably, maybe she also flirted w some guys in french, got some perfume, she treated it like a vacation more than like something educational, she knew french already this was USELESS to her

•pony loved the museums, and wouldve liked it MORE if curly didnt RUSH him all the time bc he was bored, curlys the kind of guy to only go to museums for the gift shop and tbh??? so real

•they were able ti get a room together at a hotel thankfully, and half the time in it was NOT spent sleeping, it was spent w curly making stupid jokes and pony laughing so they were tired in the morning

•let them have some souvenirs, they deserve it!!!pony tried to get something each for the gang, curly got something STUPID for tim, angela got a cute gift for herself

•pony promised to take pics while he was there and he did, but some of the pics had curly being a dumbass in it🙄🙄

anyways i went through this whole post without making a kanye west joke, im truly growing to b more mature

[warringwarrioridiot]

“In a blink of an eye, grief turned to rage.”

TW: SA, forced pregnancy, Abortion, Suicide, Murder (vengeance), Serial Murders, a lotta death, emotional damage, just some screwed up stuff.

Taiga was born in Naples, Italy. She is the daughter of Matteo and Lillith DeMarco. She is rumored to have a sister named Rosa..

Her family moved to Japan when she was 8 so her father could open up a restaurant called "Mamma Stella's" after their honorable ancestor.

Taiga then met Amai Yumemite, a girl with stunning green eyes and freckles that decorated her pretty face.

Amai lived alone, she had nobody to call a friend until she met Taiga.

Taiga soon began to fall in love, but kept it a secret for so long.

When Taiga turned 10, she traveled all the way to America to visit her sister, who was a show girl.

Never would she have expected to come back to a complete nightmare.

After Taiga returned, she immediately ran to Amai's house with a shit-eating grin on her face and two souvenirs in her pocket.

When she opened the door, she saw Amai covered in blood and holding a crumpled fetus.

The sight of all the blood made Taiga's stomach churn..

Taiga ran to her best friend's side, frantically asking about what happened.

Only to look into a pair of lifeless green eyes.

The sight made her nauseous and so, so sad..

She noticed a letter, and opened it with shaky hands.

"It was a monster. He raped me. He broke down my door and he pinned me down. I couldn't stop him."

“I can't bear the pain, I can't do it. I'm sorry. I love you, Taiga.”

Taiga had been clutching Amai's body while sobbing hysterically when her father came in.

What happened after that was a complete blur..

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“Do you know who I am?”

Taiga asked the trembling man at her feet, her voice laced with venomous rage. She had gone to place after place to find the monster that took away her beloved friend. Blood had been shed, lives had been lost..

All because of this disgusting creature.

The man shook his head with fear written all over his sickening face, crying out in pain when Taiga's small hand crushed his fingers.

She grabbed him by his freshly cut hair and pulled him close, her plum-red eyes filled with pure hatred. The image of Amai's lifeless body haunted her thoughts like a ghost, reminding her of the day she lost something she promised never to let go of..

In the blink of an eye, grief had turned to rage.

“Take a good look.. I'm gonna be the last thing you'll ever see.”

Taiga hissed out, ignoring his desperate pleas for mercy while she grabbed the special hairpin she had gotten for Amai and pointed it at him.

Screams tore out of his throat as she carved into his flesh, blood soaking the floor as she pulled away from him.

A chuckle slipped past her lips as she looked down at him with a sadistic smile that could make the strongest man piss himself.

The blade-like hairpiece, now coated in blood, repeatedly impaled the man in a cruel form of revenge.

Stab.

Stab.

Stab.

Blood gushed out of every wound Taiga left, the pain searing through his sanity as he cried out for mercy.

But Taiga would never stop.

No.. she enjoyed this too much.

It was like a drug. Hearing his cries of pain, giving him the same pain Amai had felt, it was exhilarating to the core.

She was so caught up in her own joy, she didn't realize the man had passed out from all the blood loss.

It was a wonder that he didn't die from it all.

Taiga's expression returned to it's chilling form as she scowled at the sight of the unconscious figure.

“Pathetic.” She spat, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the alleyway she had cornered him in.

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After that, the man had killed himself to stop the nightmares he had of Taiga.

Taiga never stopped the torture, though.

She just moved on to different subjects and "tested" their tolerance.

Her family had no idea about it. Taiga had lied and told them she was going to study zoology in Tokyo.

(She would eventually do that after the infinity castle arc)

[dozing-marshmallow]

I looooooooove the chris x wife! reader fic that you wrote!! It got me kicking my feet and blushing 😊 By any chance, could you write a chris x wife! reader going on their honeymoon?

Awww this is such a cute idea, thank you so much, I’m so happy to hear that you loved the last one! ⋆˙⟡♡  I had to get something out on the man’s birthday as soon as I could and this request was the one I was fixated on finishing the most, so do enjoy reading and McLean’s bday ~💗!

CHRIS MCLEAN X WIFE! READER ON HONEYMOON HEADCANONS

Most newly wed couples go to just one location for their honeymoon.

Yet it was very poor of you to think that standard would apply to Chris.

You didn’t realise until he informed you that you were gonna go to two countries per continent(apart from Antartica, cuz what the hell): Barbados and Costa Rica for North America, Brazil and Colombia for South America, France and Italy for Europe, Thailand and (The) Philippines for Asia, Morocco and Tunisia for Africa, French Polynesia and Australia for Oceania.

The only reason why Chris cut it to two instead of four was because he suspected you would get sick of travelling, and didn’t want you to be complaining on holiday.

“Chriiis, we don’t need to, you know!” you’re verbal about your humble take on the honeymoon as Chris made his long list based on the notes he wrote from his and your opinions,“This is all so costly! We could really go to two continents instead!”

“Huh?” he looks at you, confusion scratching into the space between his eyebrows,“(Y/N), this is literally nothing. You seriously wanna spend our whole two months of celebrating marriage in one place like working class people?”

Harsh, but it’s fine because it’s Chris.

Before you left, he took you on a massive shopping spree where it had not even been the beginning of him pampering you with all the jewellery, the swimsuits and the candies.

This guy doesn’t need to book reservations: the best hotels, air BNBs, holiday homes, you name the one you want to stay at the country and baam. Availability opens a door and charm hands over the keys.

He also hired a chaperone for each country, but most of the time, only for the arrival and departure; he wanted more alone time with you.

At this rate, you wondered if he needed to pay to enter the countries asides from paying the fuel and landing runway.

That’s right. You were getting there by his jet -he ended up upgrading- to each location.

Since it wasn’t meant to carry fifteen contestants this time, Chris abolished the loser and first class section in the new version of his plane to be furnished completely into his headquarters.

During each jet ride, you and Chris would review helpful phrases and attractions that would enhance the experience.

“So in France, we will have to remember to say “bonsoir” from 6 PM onwards.” you reiterate.

“That’s doable.” Chris comments, leaning back in his chair.

“And they don’t like smiling a lot.” you add, doing it yourself.

His relaxation ended,“Bummer. D’you think they can make an exception for me? My resting face is a smile.”

They did- in every place.

The honeymoon was an epoch for Chris to meet his fans from all over the world. If you had a dollar for every autograph he signed the entire getaway, you would have enough money to have your own jet.

Weirdly enough, Chris lost genuine pleasure to greet his global admirers and increasingly rushed the interactions.

“It’s okay to be more attentive to your fans, Chris.” you insist, with your head on his bare body, laying around somewhere on the warm Tunisian beach.

“Nah.” he differs with his hand scrubbing sand on your back,“I came on holiday with you, not them. I couldn’t leave you by yourself.”

Aw. You love your husband,“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

He bought you anything that caught your eye. Clothes, hats, rings, ice cream, souvenirs.

Chris had also bought five cameras. He wasn’t letting a single moment of a scenery or pose go to waste.

Be prepared for the day when he eventually gets them all printed out and stuck in fresh albums and wants to reminisce with you.

He took you to the best restaurants, never settling for one less than five stars (maybe four if you persuaded him enough).

“To another exceptional night of our honeymoon!” he raises his glass of happiness.

You copy, both clinking and declaring cheers.

Going back to your accommodation, Chris would have you carried until the first descent onto the fine duvets.

Let’s just say that, by the time you do get back to Canada, both husband and wife’s necks have never been more wine red.

[sleepnowmychild]

Request for the Hypnos devotees:

My family is planning on going to Italy around this time next year, we’re Italians living in Australia so this is a long overdue trip back to the motherland. While I am definitely exited, I just know my sleep is going to be absolutely butchered over the weeks I’m there. Time zones, sleeping in hotel beds, early starts and late bedtimes to travel from city to city. Also my relationship with that side of the family is a little rocky (because trans yay) so it’ll be an exhausting trip.

So I’m going to be absolutely leaning heavily on Hypnos the whole time for some half decent sleep and protection. And that got me thinking, given Hypnos was also present in Ancient Rome as Somnus, I’m wondering if there’s anywhere in Italy he has history in from Roman times. I’ll do some looking into it, but if anyone knows, please do tell. I’m much more educated on the Ancient Greek side of things, but I know he was quite present in Rome too, there’s several texts proving that. I’m not liking my chances of finding any little statuettes of him or anything while I’m there, from what I’ve heard it’s mainly the Olympians that show up in museum souvenir shops and stuff, but if I do find something I’ll literally scream.

[yourcoffeeguru]

TOWER of PISA ITALY Ceramic Resting Spoon  || swtradepost

[poiregourmande]

Thank you for the ask bc I love both episodes of Travel Season so much! And now I wanna hear all about your favorite parts!!

The entire show was so good! I wouldn’t have expected anything less from them but I didn’t expect just how good it actually is! It’s seriously one of the best unscripted tv shows I’ve ever seen. Miles beyond anything anyone is doing on the internet.

Favourite parts:

- the use of the film photography and the handwritten notebooks giving the whole show a timeless, analog atmosphere

- (related to that, the fact that it’s obvious they did research themselves before the trip, Andrew having vocab words and concepts in his notebook)

- the ice cream cone look of the iced butter on the drumstick, and the way adam simply said “no” upon tasting it bc some things are just too far

- Andrew and Adam casually eating the torture cutlet and making fun of Steven 😂

- the flea market!!!!!!!! One of my favourite things about Andrew is his love of trinkets and the meaning and craftsmanship behind them and seeing him in a flea market was simply glorious. I adore his philosophy of getting souvenirs there rather than, like a mass-market shot glass with a city name on it

- Andrew appreciating the heft of the spoon in the very fancy place — some of my favourite parts of the later worth it seasons were when they were like “what was your favourite part of today that was not a [theme of the episode]?” and they would pick, like, another dish they tried, but sometimes Andrew would be like, the chairs at the second restaurant, or the wine glass, or the wallpaper, and I just love that he notices and appreciates these things like I do

- Steven mentioning his wife and her family and his mother-in-law was adorable

- I also love that it’s not just a food show, it’s a travel show and sometimes they do stuff that’s not about food and the fact that the entire season is in one location allows them time to do that and explore more

-the voiceovers!!! The tone and the sound quality genuinely reminded me of shows like Stanley Tucci’s Searching For Italy, which I adore

God I can’t wait for the next one!!! I’m so glad we get to enjoy these together!

[justmeinatree]

06 - the greatest show : runaways are running the night

Summary : a group of misfits, a mysterious leader, a string of murders, and a life on the road.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

Word Count : 2k

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the first few months were an absolute whirlwind. she’s never experienced a sense of calmness in the chaos, but she is finally getting used to it. 

at first, it was all about learning how the show worked. how to set up, where to set up, how to get prepared, how to run through a show, how to tear down and pack up, how to set up the boxcars. it was a smooth operation, adding an extra set of hands proved to be a learning curve not only for her, but for the others as well. 

once she’d found her footing in that sense, it was time to join. for real, join them. she practiced over the course of a couple weeks, drawing clara, tom, adriana, sergey, even the twins. she learned not only to feel confident in her craft, but also to complete her work in a timely manner. it was one thing to hole up in her old bedroom for days, slowly chipping away at a drawing of her quirky neighbour. but it was a whole other thing to draw someone she’d literally just ran into, in under 5-10 minutes. 

once that challenge was surpassed, she had the joy of joining the show, getting a small booth of her own, letting her be outside as opposed to hidden away in a tent. this was something she was getting used to, albeit a bit slower. she’s not used to being the centre of attention, quite the opposite really, she was more comfortable laying low in the background. but harry decided to set up her booth right near his tent, something the others had lots to say about, but harry defends that it’s just because it keeps her right in the middle of all the action, where patrons can easily see and access her talent. 

and it’s worked, she gets a line up of customers every night, waiting patiently for the little bit of a personal souvenir to take home. still getting used to being the only show participant out in the open, but that too is getting easier every night as she becomes more and more comfortable in her new role. 

and eventually, it all just became routine. something she’d fallen into, comfortably, the anxiety of the new life having subsided, and a time where she could finally properly enjoy her surroundings. and she was taking it all in. 

never in a million years had she imagined herself getting the opportunity to travel all across europe. the first thing she bought being a map of the continent, pinning the cities they’ve visited along the way. she’s so far tracked her way around france, now having crossed over into italy. she’d also been collecting small trinkets from each town, displaying them all around her room, finally having created a space for herself, something that expresses who she is today.

all in all, she’s felt incredibly at home, surrounded by people who have taken her in as their own, no questions asked. she’s found herself having a very sibling esque relationship with both clara and sergey, tom having stepped in as a fatherly figure. one that’s created a welcoming, comfortable environment, something she’s noticed that he seems to provide for all of them. that is, except harry, who seems to be more of his equal, without the fatherly vibe.

she’s yet to completely figure harry out, something the others have made her come to accept, as none of them have really figured him out either. he still makes her incredibly nervous, although for different reasons now. it’s no longer in the sense of being accepted by him, and more in the sense of butterflies in her tummy, making the little hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, making her lungs constrict and her knees go weak.

they’ve spent their fair share of time together, something she gets teased for relentlessly, all in good fun though. he loves bringing her into town on their day off, showing her the cutest little shops, the sweetest pastries, the most intricate souvenirs, the best parks with the most beautiful little benches, where they spend an absurd amount of time just talking. he was like her personal worldly tour guide, one she was slowly falling for.

and christ, has she tried to keep the feelings at bay. especially when the others tell her that they’ve all tried to get with him, people with more experience and more confidence, each of them walking away with nothing more than the pit of being turned down. she knew she didn’t stand a chance, knew she’d get absolutely nowhere with this influx of feelings. but for some god forsaken reason, she still finds herself daydreaming about him whenever she’s alone in her little room.

she reminisces about their escapades through town, about the way his fingers graze her knuckles when they’re walking closely side by side, the way his smile seems to light up whenever she finds something to bring back from their little adventures. she imagines the touches meant more than just friendly pats of caring love, imagines that instead of saying goodbye at the end of the day, that he sneaks into her room, without the others seeing, curling up beside her in warm comfort for the night. she’s even started waking up from wet dreams, something she’s locking away in her secret vault of secrets.

she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable, doesn’t want him to know that she’s feeling a certain way about him. mostly, she doesn’t want to be rejected. she thinks it’s much easier to just sit here in an imaginary world of love. considering the amount of rejection she’s suffered from her entire town, she really doesn’t think she could handle it from someone she’s grown to really cherish.

so when they make their way through the newest town, somewhere in northern italy, harry coming to find her on their day off, promising another day of adventures through the city centre, she accepts with a big smile and a quick nod of her head. 

as they follow the maze streets, thankful that harry’s here and guiding her, sure she’d get lost otherwise, she feels the sling of harry’s arm over her shoulders, gently pulling her into his side, “is it bad to say that i’m happy it’s just the two of us today ?”

she blushes, her face turned down to watch her feet as they walk, the warmth on her cheeks certainly noticeable. her chest was bursting, tummy flipping, knees going weak, overall it was an absolute miracle that she was capable of continuing to walk alongside him without so much as a fumble. “why’s that ?” she murmurs, not completely trusting her own voice at the moment.

harry shrugs, humming for a moment, as if in thought, “because i can put my arm around you without being relentlessly teased,” he chuckles, making a small joke about it, the weight of what he wants to say getting lost to his nerves.

truth was, up until now, harry had been incredibly enamoured. something about her inner beauty just shines so brightly in harry’s eyes. she’d been through a lot, little snippets of which harry’s been able to catch, although she hasn’t entirely opened up yet. and still, she’s always smiling wide, having deep meaningful conversations about anything from faith to worldly observations to education and so much more. he doesn’t think he’s ever had such fascinating chats as he’s had with her. and that says something. he’s had a lot of chats with people as he travels, but with her, he gets completely lost, hours flying by in a blink.

she’s also just so god damn pretty. harry has a crush. christ, a full on crush. it’s been absurdly long since that’s happened. he’s not even sure how to navigate it. but for her, he would try his absolute best, figuring it out along the way.

she feels her tummy flipping, her heart rate increasing, hands going tingly, her brain spinning in circles, lungs constricted tight. what was she supposed to say to that ? she loved having his arm around her, but she very well could not admit to that. she wanted to lean into him, wrap her arm around his waist, rest her head on his shoulder, maybe even place her other hand delicately against his chest for a brief moment. 

she hadn’t realized that she’d stopped walking, too focused on just formulating a reply to keep her feet moving, making harry stumble, stopping abruptly, looking down at her questioningly, slightly worried, “what’s wrong, bug ?” 

her eyes flick up to meet his, a look of confusion etching her features, “m’not sure what to say,” she admits shyly, biting her lip.

harry’s mouth quirks up, thinking she could not possibly be any cuter, feeling his heart burst a thousand times harder than it had been all day, looking at her with nothing but pure adoration.

he knows that he makes her nervous, senses her rapid heart rate each time, but he’s not too sure what to do to calm her. “s’it alright that i put my arm around you ?” he settles on, figuring it is something he should confirm. 

“yeah,” she nods, lips turning up, “it’s alright. i-“ she takes a breath, “i like it.”

he’s fucking beaming, can feel it, unable to contain his smile, “me too, bug,” he nods, pulling her in a little closer, turning to continue down the road, a stack of news papers catching harry’s attention, or more so, the headline, “hold on, pretty girl,” he hums, his arm sliding off of her shoulders, going over to take one off the top, looking over the article quickly. 

she notes the change in his demeanour the more he reads, his breathing picking up slightly, his eyebrows furrowing, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip, his hands grasping tighter, almost ripping the thin paper. “harry ?” she asks softly, taking a few steps towards him, “what’s it say ?”

“hmm ?” harry looks up at her, almost as if he’s snapped out of a trance, giving his head a small shake, “sorry, uh, there’s been some murders,” he hums, as she stands right next to him, looking over the article for herself.

“that’s-“ she recounts quickly in her head, eyes flicking over the information with speed, “those are the last 4 cities we’ve been in,” she looks up at him almost questioningly, “what does that mean ?”

“i don’t know,” he admits quietly, softly shaking his head, “it can’t be good though,” he ads in thought.

“do you think-“ she hums, not wanting to finish her sentence, looking over at harry, worry etched in her features.

“no,” he’s quick to shake his head, determination on his face, “there’s no way, right ?” he wonders out loud. “can’t be one of us.”

“i hope so,” she whispers, biting her lip, flash of stress shooting through her spine. what was going on ?

……

A/N : a bit of a filler chapter to get to the good stuff. i hate that the moment this story comes back, it’s just a short filler (part of the reason i lacked the motivation to write it 😅) i feel bad for yall. rest assured, chapter 7 is started and coming real soon 🫶

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tags : @daphnesutton @niallthebadboi @gorlsinmultifandoms @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @cc-horan28 @she26livesindaydreams @acesofspadess

[yourmomxx]

stiles stilinski falling in love with a chimera - headcanon

Stiles Stilinski x male!reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: how stiles slowly falling in love with a soon to-be chimera would be

Warnings: doesn’t exactly follow the plot of the show, language, reader smokes (it’s mentioned like two times), stiles is anti-cigarettes

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I’ve wanted to turn this into a long fic like ages ago, but I don’t really have the energy to do that at the moment, so enjoy this as just a headcanon. also I am completely disregarding my other fics that are rotting away in my drafts unfinished right now hehe … anyways

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ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

You were the kind of person to not exactly be poor but it’s not like you were rich, either.

You had enough money to make a living, and what you had left you spent on your travels.

You had already been to various different places and countries such as India, Italy or Africa, and therefore owned many souvenirs.

Such as leather bracelets, exotic spices, or rings

Telling people that you dropped out of school (on purpose of course) to see the world and learn new things usually didn’t encounter much enthusiasm.

But your journeys and experiences had made you very mature and wise for your age, may people believe what they want.

While you resided in Beacon Hills you started working at the Sinema, standing at the bar and pouring drinks for people.

Wearing a shirt because you weren’t that type of guy

You would see many people going in and leaving the club, opening conversations with some of them, but none of them really spiked your interest much.

Until one night a skinny guy with black hair and a flannel shirt showed up at the bar, leaning against the counter and pretending to be there just for the fun of it.

You slid a finished drink over to the customer who ordered it and watched the black-haired boy as he observed the crowd with squinted eyes, stretching his neck now and then to get a clear look over the moving bodies.

You mirrored his position against the counter and spoke next to him: “Hey, what’s your name?”

Spy-guy’s head snapped around in alert and he subconsciously raised an eyebrow when he looked you up and down.

“Why do you want to know?”

You grinned at him. “Can’t I ask a pretty boy’s name?”

He just stared at you, mouth slightly agape and eyes open wide, completely caught off guard.

But it only took him a second until he shook his surprise off, and answered as bluntly as before: “Stiles Stilinski.”

You frowned. Stilinski? “Stilinski?” You heard that name before. “I’ve heard that name before.”

Stiles on the other hand, wouldn’t have thought you would be so nosy. Still, he didn’t want to be rude, so he just murmured a quick “Dad’s the sheriff” before turning his gaze to the crowd again.

You nodded. But more to yourself, considering that Stiles wasn’t facing you anymore. You followed his stare, but as much as you tried, you weren’t able to make out anyone outstanding that he could be looking at.

“Who are you looking for?”

“Why do you think I’m looking for someone?”

Wow Stiles, you’re great at dodging that guy’s questions

“Because you’ve searched the crowd like three times with your eyes and never even thought about dancing or taking a drink. Also, you’re standing, if you were waiting for someone, you would be sitting. ”

“You are aware that this is totally creepy, right?”

You just laughed slightly while tossing the dish towel over your shoulder and leaning at the bar with the plan of your hands.

“I’m just observant.”

Of course, Stiles being Stiles, he wouldn't be able to let such a challenge slide. He wanted to cut your ego a little bit, so he just pointed at a random guy sitting on the other end of the bar. He was wearily swirling the icecubes in his empty glass around with the little umbrella, and on his left shoulder were the words 'Born Rebels' tattoed.

"So what can you tell me about him, Mister 'I am observant'?"

You looked the direction Stiles pointed and shrugged.

"His girlfriend just cheated and broke up with him."

Stiles pursed his lips in disbelief. "You wanna tell me you got that all by just looking at his posture?"

That was when you smirked again. A confident smirk that was. "I said I am observant, not Professor X. I just heard their argument before."

So, naturally, after that and given your entire attitude, Stiles would be absolutely infuriated with your presence and was just happy to finally have you off his back when he left the Sinema that night, even though neither he nor Scott had found what they had been looking for.

And so, also naturally, when his best friend mentioned you as one of the Dread Doctor's targets, he couldn't help but groan out in annoyance.

But that's also how Stiles found out your name. He had never asked it that night at the club, and a part of him felt bad about that.

"Y/N Y/L/N," he read. Usual name, Stiles thought. But then again, probably any name would seem ordinary in comparison to Mieczyslaw Stilinski.

One other thing that Stiles learned that irritated him about you, was your calmed and nonchalant behavior. For example when he and Liam payed you a visit to inform you about your potential - but very likely - supernatural problem.

"Aren't you a little bit very much terrified?" Stiles spat. The three of you were standing in the yet empty nightclub, Stiles had his arms crossed in exasperation.

You simply shrugged. "I don't get terrified," you said. "Maybe nervous, but not terrified."

Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes. Liam just stood there and looked back and forth between the two of you.

So, yes, Stiles had found another unlikeable thing about you.

But due to the whole chimera thing and you being in immediate danger, he had to inevitably spend more time with you.

And at some point, he would realize that he liked you. But he liked you different.

He would still act sarcastic and annoyed towards you, because he didn't know why he suddenly felt this way or what he felt even.

You shook Stiles's perfect life to the core and turned it absolutely around.

You were funny, smart, and at the same time somewhat mysterious and cool.

And that irritated Stiles. Or more the way his mind, body and especially heart reacted to it.

At some point, Stiles would start to question things about himself. Primary things. Like where his attraction went for example.

But of course, Stiles being Stiles, he would pack it as a joke because he wouldn't know how else to handle all of it.

"Mason, am I attractive?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just tell me, am I attractive to gay guys?"

And eventually, when it was Stiles' turn to help you keep an eye out for the Dread Doctors ...

"You know, you didn't have to follow me into my living room," you said, but a subtle smile was playing around your lips. Stiles was scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah but, you know - the Dread Doctors could always kidnap you while I am outside, so I should probably stay with you. Or even better - right next to you. Like directly next to you. You know, um, for your security."

... an accident kiss would happen. It would be quick and neither of you would have really had time to think about it before it happened, but Stiles would hurriedly mutter an excuse and rush off after, leaving you sitting between the cushions of your living room sofa and your heart racing.

You stepped out onto the balcony and lit up a cigarette, thoughts racing but with no idea what to do. You really liked Stiles and feared that you messed everything up now.

Your free hand ruffled through your hair, frustrated, and, for the first time since Stiles had met you, absolutely terrified.

After that, Stiles would avoid you at all costs for a while.

One of his friends Scott, Liam or Hayden would cover his shifts and keep you company, but it just wasn't quite the same.

After the second day, you decided to confront him.

"If you didn't like it, Stiles, that's fine. I would be lying saying that it wouldn't hurt, but I would get over it. But at least talk to me about it. Because unlike you, I can't pretend like nothing ever happened."

Stiles would not be able to concentrate at school anymore because he would realize that he had grown to like you more than a friend, but it was confusing for him. Confusing and scary.

And then one late night, he showed up at your house unannounced, seeing you sitting on your porch, a cigarette in your mouth.

You looked up at him in slight confusion, and Stiles nervously buried his foot in the ground as he spoke.

“I’m sorry about how I acted. I guess I just didn’t really know how to feel. I never thought about me being - different, you know. I had to figure some things out before talking about what happened.”

You stayed silent and when Stiles positioned himself next to you on the porch, you didn’t complain.

“So have you figured things out?” You asked in a low tone, lifting your head to seek eye contact with him.

Stiles slowly nodded. “Yeah,” he answered under his breath, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

You smirked and both of you slowly leaned in before your lips finally, slowly met with each other.

Stiles’ stomach twisted and turned around at the feeling of your lips moving against his, but it was a good feeling, because it was you he was kissing, and that was enough to make him want to experience it forever.

When you pulled apart, Stiles was biting his bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a grin.

“One more thing though.”

“Yeah?”

“You should stop smoking or else I won’t kiss you because it tastes just gross.”

You let out a short and quiet laugh, throwing the cigarette to the ground and lighting it out with your foot. Then you cupped Stiles’ cheek with your right hand and pulled him closer, only to whisper “I think I can live with that thing,” before you would kiss again, warming each other in the cold of the night.

[teecupangel]

Got any Clay/Desmond post flare time travel shenanigans in mind?

Taking some notes from this post, have some unorganized notes/idea for Clay/Desmond post-flare time travel. (I am going to assume Clay/Desmond means "Clay x Desmond" and not "Clay or Desmond")

Unorganized Notes:

Clay wants to cause chaos to screw with the Calculations, Desmond wants to save the people he cares about.

Clay’s pretty much following Desmond’s plans but he has backup plans that pretty much boils down to: “if shit goes down hard, grab Desmond and run”.

The Bleeding Effect really screwed up Clay’s psyche and sometimes, Desmond is the only thing that he thinks as real because time traveling does not help alleviate his current situation.

Renaissance Italy would be the hardest for Clay because he did relive Ezio’s life.

Clay is jealous of Desmond and Desmond’s ancestors. He’s jealous of Desmond for not being as fucked up as he is. He’s jealous of Desmond’s ancestors because he believes that Desmond cares for them more than he cares for Clay.

They started out as friends, maybe even friends with benefits. Their relationship only grew romantic as they continue to try and change the past.

It would be funny if the main plot of a Clay/Desmond time travel shenanigans is if they accidentally adopted a kid and that screws up the plot?

In the 3rd Crusades, they accidentally adopted Altaïr after Clay kidnapped him after Umar’s death and Desmond doesn’t have the heart to return him to Al Mualim.

Renaissance Italy wouldn’t be them adopting the Auditore siblings, nah, for some reason, Clay adopts Leonardo and Desmond doesn’t realize it until he realized that ‘Leo’ is short for Leonardo.

Instead of adopting Ratonhnhaké:ton, Clay and Desmond becomes coparents/uncles of Ratonhnhaké:ton after a tense talk with the Clan Mother who let them stay in the village (although they were being watched the entire time but that’s cool with them)

Desmond being the idiot who accidentally kidnaps Haytham after watching Tessa calling him a monster.

Clay adopting Arno after his father’s death because he had been in Versailles as a tourist and thinking that a traumatized child would be a good souvenir for Desmond. (That’s what he would tell Desmond anyway but Desmond knows that Charles Dorian was helping Clay with finding an Isu related thing in France and he feels responsible for his death)

Desmond and Clay not adopting the Frye twins until they get to London and, no matter how many times the twins remind them that they weren’t children, Desmond and Clay just wave it off and still call them their chaotic children.

It ends with sorta found family setup and their adopted child(ren) saying “Yeah, those are my dads. They’re weird but I love them anyway”

[dexmas-month]

SOUTH OF FRANCE:

When in France (525 words) by Dont-call-me-Sir

When in France (acrylic painting) by ripfredweasley

Nice Days (collage and ficlet) by academia4me

The French Riviera (7825 words) by angryessays

We're Taking this to Cannes (2321 words) by Orchidae

USA:

one way to tackle life (1258 words) by Orszula

Summer Heat (collage and ficlet) by academia4me

Yorktown (5226 words) by angryessays

Free weekend in New York (moodboard) by elpislady

Slight Miscalculation (3609 words) by Ariel_Tempest

SWITZERLAND:

The Alps are calling (780 words) by Dont-call-me-Sir

Dexmas goes Switzerland (collage) by ripfredweasley

SCOTLAND:

Highland Fling (collage and ficlet) by academia4me

Duneagle (5630 words) by angryessays

ENGLAND:

A Season's Fame (2000 words) by PoppaeaSabina

EGYPT:

stirs your spirit and your body (2410 words) by PoppaeaSabina

stirs your spirit and your body (collage) by academia4me

ITALY:

Bella Italia (400 words) by Dont-call-me-Sir

Lake Como (collage) by elpislady

CYPRUS:

Body to Body, Soul to Soul (1590 words) by angryessays

OTHER:

Hollywood Husbands visit 1980s (playlist) by elpislady

Hollywood Husbands visit 1980s (collage) by elpislady

Souvenirs (collage) by Orsuliya

Which means that as of today the map of Dexmas travels looks something like this:

We'd like to extend special thanks, in no particular order, to: @angryessays, @ripfredweasley, @academia4me, @elpislady, @bitletsanddrabbles, @poppaeasabina, @o-rchidae and @orsuliya as well as all our dear co-travellers. See you next year!