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alt er love week 2021 -> day 7: free choice

non-canon/crack ships

📂📂📂📂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. 

@vdsweek 8/12:

The last person Jens expects to see at the first party back at Uni is his one-night stand from the boy’s summer trip to Amsterdam. It seems like fate has smiled down on him, if only the guy would acknowledge him. Jens has a plan for that.

“You text too much,” Filippo murmured, head tilting back for Elia’s mouth on his neck, working his way down, Elia’s hand sliding under the collar of his shirt.

The corner they’d chosen was dark, a table shoved in a back of the bar for this specific purpose as glasses clinked around them and people laughed at things Filippo couldn’t hear.

“Since when?” Elia asked, not sounding too concerned. His fingers slid over Filippo’s chest and if Filippo had seen any other couple doing this, he might have rolled his eyes. That was the thing about Elia, though. He didn’t mind shit like this when it was Elia.

“Since Eleonora is getting suspicious.”

“You text more than I do,” Elia argued, mouthing among Filippo’s jaw. “You sent seven texts in a row the other day.”

“I was trying to pick a shirt and you were absolutely no help at all.”

It was Elia’s fault anyway, that he was sending so many texts, keeping him ‘glued to the phone’ as Eleonora had said. Filippo had left Eleonora at the flat after Elia’s text had popped up on his screen, her suspicious gaze following him out the door, her parting, “If I didn’t know you, I might think you were in love,” echoing in his head all the way down the stairs. He knew his sister and she wasn’t stupid–she’d figure it out eventually. He wouldn’t be able to brush her off forever, especially not to meet up with Elia at a gay bar and makeout in the corner.

Elia pulled back to look at him, his eyes dark and warm as he smiled at Filippo, his hand that wasn’t down Filippo’s shirt pushing through the short hairs at the back of his neck.

“I told you you look good in everything.”

It was a bald-faced lie and Filippo rolled his eyes. “Even the mesh shirt?”

“Especially the mesh shirt,” Elia replied, pulling Filippo’s mouth to his for a long, lingering kiss that almost made Filippo groan, hands grasping Elia’s waist.

It just wasn’t fair what Elia could get him to do, without even asking. Elia has simply appeared one day, tumbled into Filippo’s life and stayed there. And now he had Eleonora asking about boys and saying shit about being in love.

An unexpected thrill ran through Filippo’s stomach when Elia pulled back, his mouth curved into a smile, something warmer and softer between them as they sat too close in the back booth. He’d told Eleonora that there were plenty of guys, but the truth was, there was just one, and he was leaning into Filippo right now, as though all he wanted to do was kiss him.

It had been like this for weeks, Filippo giving in to Elia’s easy charm, them meeting up in secret places they knew their friends wouldn’t be, late-night phone conversations about everything and nothing at the same time. He hated to think that Eleonora was right, but maybe, maybe it was love.

Filippo shook that thought from his head as Elia pressed a kiss to his chin, hand sliding to Filippo’s neck. It was way too soon to be thinking about things like love, especially with Elia, no matter how cute he was, how much Filippo liked being around him. That was crazy.

But maybe there was something else they could think about.

“Elia,” he said after a minute, laying a hand against his throat, gentle, holding him back from pressing more kisses to his jaw. “How about we go to my place?”

Elia’s eyebrows went up as his gaze moved from Filippo’s mouth to his eyes. “Isn’t Eleonora home?”

Filippo shrugged, as though he didn’t know what he was implying, as though they hadn’t spent the last few weeks diligently avoiding arousing suspicion with their family and friends.

“So?” he asked, and Elia stared at him for a moment, big eyes rounded before a smile spread over his face.

“So,” he said finally, shrugging, pulling Filippo’s mouth to his, slow and warm, tugging on his lip piercing. “Let’s go.”

Grinning, Filippo didn’t get up, instead pulling Elia closer, kissing him easily. They’d go in a minute.

no words, just lucas.

he’s so adorable omg.

Made a decent first edit

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another one cause I’m proud of my improved editing skills