Sankt Milo

Cassie: How can you be interested in a drug dealer?

Lexi: Beats being crazy over an abusive sociopath and sleeping with him behind your friends back.

Cassie:

Lexi:

Cassie:

Lexi:

Fez: .....Yo you got a beautiful home Mrs. Howard and this dinner is great.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I want to do this, with you.”

42 or 48 dealers choice

I picked elippo for you!

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As much as Elia hated studying for finals, it was even worse when he had to pass this exam or he might actually fail out of university. So far, his grades hadn’t exactly been stellar. Which was why he actually found himself at home on a Saturday night, studying. He couldn’t think of a worse way to spend the evening.

“When are you gonna be done?” Filippo asked as he draped himself across the couch, practically in Elia’s lap like a cat with boundary issues.

“When I know everything there is to know about chemical compositions,” Elia muttered, shifting his book out from under Filippo. His boyfriend wasn’t always one to take a hint.

“How about you take a break?” Filippo asked, pushing himself up and stroking through Elia’s hair as he tried to concentrate on reading his notes. “Five minutes. Ten minutes.”

“No minutes,” Elia replied, grabbing his book and flipping through the pages. As much as he would have preferred to pull Filippo on top of him and forget all about the exam, he couldn’t.

For a second, Filippo paused, watching Elia flipping through his book. “I got some new lube today,” he said, leaning into Elia’s ear. “Flavored.”

Elia bit back his smile as he turned to Filippo. “If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”

“I’m always worth your time,” Filippo reminded him, grabbing his book and shifting it from his lap. “You’d be amazed what I can do in ten minutes.”

Elia knew he shouldn’t give in, shouldn’t let Filippo worm his way onto his lap like he was doing right now, but he couldn’t bring himself to shove him away.

“I have to study,” he said, though he tilted his neck back for Filippo’s mouth to brush kisses up his throat.

“And research shows taking regular breaks helps you retain more information,” Filippo breathed, reaching for Elia’s shirt, tugging it up.

Biting his lip, Elia shook his head, sucking in a breath as Filippo’s mouth along his jaw.

“You’ve got ten minutes,” he murmured, and he felt Filippo smirk against his neck.

“Prepare to be amazed,” he said, and Elia laughed, fingers curling into his hair as his eyes closed. He was always amazed when it came to Filippo and he doubted this time would be any different.

VDS Pride Colours

Lucas | Jens

These two idiots have stolen my heart

‘‘so what do you miss?’‘

‘‘feeling you everywhere, touching you. there is nothing better than you.’’

Yes officer it's them, these are the idiots who stole my heart

(I did not mean to do this but as soon as I drew the background, I knew they were outside. And @belledamsceno made that post about the lake...)

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A cool breeze swept off the lake, and Filippo shivered, more at Elia’s fingers scraping over his side as he dragged Filippo’s shirt up his stomach.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you invited me to the lake with the boys,” Filippo murmured, tilting his head to brush his lips against Elia’s, gazing down at the beautiful boy beneath him, cheeks flushed pink in the early morning sun, a hickey still visible on Elia’s neck from last night.

Filippo hadn’t expected to find himself outside as the sun rose over the lake, tree leaves dappling the ground as the breeze rustled through the branches. He would have preferred a soft, warm bed, but those appeared to be few and far between at Gio’s aunt’s cabin.

Elia smiled up at him, fingers curling around Filippo’s neck. “I wanted to get you alone before everyone else gets up.”

“If we had the bed…” Filippo said, but he knew it was pointless.

“I didn’t know Gio was going to bring Sofia,” Elia murmured, pressing soft kisses to Filippo’s neck, in just the right way that Filippo felt himself melting at the touch.

“But you did know Marti was going to bring Nico,” he replied, breathing in the scent of soap lingering on Elia’s skin. It didn’t really matter. Either way, he and Elia’s chances at getting the bed had been slim to none.

Truth be told, as much as Filippo would bring this up later, he didn’t really mind sleeping on the couch, being roused at God knew what time so Elia could drag him out to the shoreline, pushing Elia into the grass and greeting him with long, sweeping kisses while Elia laughed and his cheeks went red.

Ella’s eyes were closed as Filippo gazed down at him, a soft smile on his face like he was waiting for Filippo to kiss him, and Filippo didn’t deny him.

He should have hated it, Filippo thought as he leaned into Elia, chest to chest, their bodies warm despite the breeze, his hand curled in Elia’s hair. Elia’s lips were soft, following the slide of Filippo’s. He should have hated being outside this early in the morning, having to watch the boys play FIFA for hours, watching Martino gaze lovingly at Nico every time he said anything.

He should have found it all profoundly irritating, but he didn’t. He liked waking up to Elia in his face, tugging him up, barely enough time to throw on a tee shirt before stumbling out the door. He liked the way Elia leaned into him on the couch while Luca complained about Gio outscoring him, Elia’s hand warm on his thigh. He liked catching Elia sometimes, giving him that same look that Marti gave Nico, though Elia would never admit to it.

“What?” Elia asked when Filippo paused, smoothing back Elia‘s hair.

Shaking his head, Filippo smiled. “There’s a little inn in town. Maybe next time we come up here with the boys, you and I can get a room.”

Elia grinned, eyes lighting up. “How romantic.” He said it teasingly, but Filippo was fairly sure Elia’s cheeks went a little redder at the thought.

“I’m very romantic,” Filippo assured him, kissing Elia slowly, sliding his tongue inside his mouth, fingers tightening in Elia’s hair until Elia moaned and arched into him, fingers bunched in Filippo’s hem.

“Fuck,” Elia mumbled against Filippo’s lips, taking a breath before sighing contentedly, breaking apart for just a second, foreheads resting together as the leaves overhead rustled gently.

Filippo should have hated this, this romantic, making out in the dewy morning grass, gazing at Elia’s parted pink lips, heart-thudding kind of stuff. The kind of stuff he would never have thought possible with someone like Elia.

But he didn’t. He might even be content to lay with Elia outside in the chill morning breeze until the sun fully rose, until Elia’s skin was pink for a different reason other than Filippo laying on top of him.

“Do you think the guys are up?” Elia asked after a long minute, the only noises the rustle of the leaves, water lapping at the shore, and the distant twitter of a bird somewhere.

“Maybe,” he allowed, but he didn’t care about the guys. Not right now. Instead, he tilted Elia’s chin to his, catching Elia’s smile. “They’ll find us eventually.”

“Then we should stay right here,” Elia agreed, nodding against Filippo’s lips, and Filippo merely smiled, kissing Elia easily. They’d stay right there.

April Diaries Pt.4: Xdinary Heroes

Elippo stories

So, it looks like I’m obsessively enjoying Elippo for real. I decided to organize this fanfiction list as a way to encourage more people into reading and maybe writing Elippo. If any of you have another story just tell me that I’ll add to the list.

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(x) (x) (x) (x) by @shadeandadidas (in my mind, their ‘canon’ story)

(X) by @suckmyboardbaby

AO3 in English

1. Satiate my curiosity by TaliskerMorten

Summary: “You think kissing boys is the same as kissing girls?” 

Filippo clarified, amused once more.“Well yeah?”

“Have you ever kissed a guy?”

“Uh… no?” Elia winced. Filippo was close enough he could feel the heat radiating from him and Elia could feel himself flushing at the other boy’s scrutiny.

“Do you want to?” he finally asked.

2. An acute kind of agony  by TaliskerMorten

Summary: “Hey,” he greeted. 

“Sorry I’m late.”

“No worries,” Elia smiled, shifting into a more upright position. “How’s it going?”

“Alright,” he said because blurting out that he hadn’t been able to get Elia out of his head all week didn’t seem like a good alternative. “You?”

“Good,” Elia muttered, staring resolutely at his shoes. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

3. Too much by ali_sempai_98

Summary:  Elia and Filippo have been seeing each other for a while now, but they never really talked about it. They both have doubts, they both are falling in love.

4. Pink is better than purple by SpicyWolfsbane (mine…)

Summary:  It’s been a week since Martino summoned an army of babysitters to take care of Filippo and Elia just wants to do his job.

5. Mistletoe encouragement by steverogersperfectteeth

Summary:  During the Christmas Party where all squads are present, Elia focuses on one person in particular

AO3 in Italian    

(even if I can’t read in italian yet…)

1. Onestamente, ‘sticazzi di tutto by Ribes

Summary:  Non si mente agli amici, sarebbe la regola d’oro di Elia. E il motivo per cui si è così incazzato con Martino quando ad ottobre l'altro sparava una stronzata dietro l’altra, anche se sotto un certo punto di vista aveva i suoi motivi – ma cosa davvero significasse per il suo amico tenere qualcosa di importante segreto, Elia lo sta capendo soltanto adesso. Forse non è nemmeno importante di per sé, semplicemente difficile da spiegare, complesso da motivare.

2. Tra le luci di Roma by tinynerdkitten  

Summary:  “Se io avessi fatto… una scommessa” butta fuori, il più casualmente che può. Il sapore amaro del tabacco e della cartina ormai umida gli riempiono la bocca mentre parla, ma è troppo impegnato a guardare Filippo e a studiare le sue reazioni per farci caso “Mi aiuteresti a vincerla?” Lo osserva scrollare le spalle sottili, facendo una smorfia divertita “Dipende da che scommessa è. Però dato che mi stai simpatico… sì, certo. Se posso aiutare, volentieri. Che devi fare?” chiede.

Elia sospira pesantemente. Guarda il suo viso sottile, le occhiaie violacee che sembrano ancora più accentuate a cause delle ombre scure che sembrano inghiottirlo nella notte, e poi volge gli occhi davanti a sé, al Colosseo, al cielo, dove la luna brilla flebile e fioca. Non si vedono stelle, a Roma. Troppe luci, troppo inquinamento. Alla fine, li abbassa su un ciottolo ai suoi piedi, dove un vermiciattolo strisciato probabilmente fuori dall’erba umidiccia si contorce appena, cercando di tornarvi. Scrolla le spalle a sua volta, come se fosse una cosa di poco conto quella che deve chiedergli

3. E se fossi davvero coraggioso in questo momento te lo direi by gipsiusy

Summary:  In un twist dell'universo in cui il liceo in cui vanno i nostri protagonisti si rivela essere più retrogrado di quel che si credeva, il consiglio studentesco decide di chiudere la radio perché “incoraggia comportamenti che vanno contro gli insegnamenti proposti dall'istituto”, ovvero perché si viene a sapere che Martino è gay e la colpa viene data all'ambiente liberale della radio. L'assurdità di tali affermazioni spinge i nostri piccoli eroi a prendere una posizione - per Martino, e perché non è giusto accettare una cosa del genere. In tutto questo, Elia Santini romperà ogni record relativo al numero di persone baciate del proprio sesso in una settimana, e scoprirà che non tutti i laziali sono cattive persone. Sopratutto se hanno il volto, il carattere, la voce e la persona di Filippo Sava.

📂📂📂📂idc what u write about i just want some elippo angst !! cause i love being in pain!

The first time Elia and Filippo break up, it’s about ten months into their.. whatever. The whatever is because Filippo absolutely refuses to label what they have as a relationship or a friendship or even a hookup-manship. Elia exists solely as his… well as Elia. And he’s content with the whatever it is, as it stands. No rules, no exclusivity, nothing to add weight to the idea of permanence, of ownership. He’s perfectly content to ride out their intense connection for as long as they can as is.

Elia thought he was fine with that for a long time. He was delighted that he could have Filippo whenever he wanted, but also felt no pressure to refrain from experimenting, to see and flirt and kiss pretty girls and pretty boys whenever he wanted. It also didn’t hurt that often he and Filippo were in it together, pointing out pretty young things for the other to seduce. A sort of modern romantic game.

But then the weeks and months pass, and Elia is now spending more time in Filippo’s bed than his own. His phone is now full of silly pictures of Filippo and texts to Filippo and texts about Filippo and well-

Elia is tired of this nebulous thing. 

It’s easy to him. He wants Filippo and he hasn’t wanted anyone else for a long time. (To be quite honest, he doesn’t think that he’s ever really wanted anyone else since meeting him.)

So he begins to broach the topic of a real, real relationship. First as a joke when they’re both drunk off their asses and climbing each other on the bed (”just think, this could be yours and only yours… what do you say?”) The next time is over a random text conversation (”I was thinking we could do like a couples vacation with Martinico?”) 

Finally, Elia brings out the big guns. He dresses nicely and cooks a good dinner with all of Filippo’s favorite things (things he knows because believe it or not, he knows almost everything about Filippo and he knows Filippo knows all of this about him too). He opens wine and lets is breathe and greets a wary Filippo with a kiss when he walks through the door.

It takes almost every ounce of courage in Elia to do it. To air all of his wants and dreams and hopes for them as a couple on the table. To look intimidating, strong Filippo in the eye and know that he might be costing himself the greatest relationship he’s ever had. But he does it because he knows that they could be so much more than they are. The same, but stronger. Better. 

So he lays it all out. 

And Filippo remains silent. Wine glass clenched in his hands, coffee-brown eyes averted. When he finally does speak, his voice is hoarse and simple, “I can’t… I can’t do this. We work just how we are. Don’t complicate things. Please, Elia. Just leave it alone.”

Elia thinks he can hear his heart actually break. He wonders if Filippo can hear it too. 

But the thing is, he loves Filippo more than he ever thought he could love anyone, but he also knows that he can’t do this anymore. He can’t bask in this relationship, immerse himself in this love, if Filippo already had one foot out the door.

So Elia sniffs, and gently gets up from the table and walks out the door.