These Two Idiots Have Stolen My Heart

Kinda low-key obsessed with the lewk

ahh!! this duo in visible brad ep >>>

(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.

Boyfriend, let’s go

Who me?

Well duh. You’re really thought I wanted to keep us a secret?

I-

i just think there’s something so sweet about dick and kory

i had to speak about this because this is genuinely eating me alive. so fucking disappointing and upsetting.

i swear, some of y’all are the most disrespectful, entitled people i’ve ever seen. what the actual fuck is wrong with you? the kids are finally on the south american leg of their world tour, their first time in brazil, and instead of giving them the love and respect they deserve, some of you are out here acting like complete clowns.

stalking their hotel? crowding outside and filming them while they’re on the goddamn balcony? are you kidding me? they can’t even step out to breathe without a fucking camera shoved in their face. that’s not admiration, that’s obsession. and not the good kind.

and then they go to the beach, probably thinking they could relax and enjoy a moment of peace.. but no. y’all are out there too, filming them like they’re fucking zoo animals. make it make sense !!!!! what part of the word 'privacy' is so hard to understand? these are real people. human beings. the level of audacity is insane. do you even realize how suffocating that must feel? they’re literally on the other side of the world from home, wanting to meet their fans, their supporters from around the world, excited but probably exhausted, and this is how you treat them? so fucking disappointing.

but no, it doesn’t stop there, because of course it doesn’t! let’s talk about the absolute vile shit that happened after the chile concert. some of you had the nerve, no, the fucking gall.. to bash chan. over what? ghosting bubble for a week? after his group was mobbed at the airport? after one of his teammates nearly fell because of fans trying to stick to them? really?

a line of enlightenment, he’s not your personal entertainment service. he’s a human with a life, responsibilities, and feelings. he needed a damn break. he deserved it. maybe he was tired. maybe he just wanted to exist without the constant pressure of pleasing millions of people. but no, that’s too much for some of you to comprehend.

and then, when he finally comes back, the first thing he does is check in on his home country. because, in case you missed it, oh wait, you didn’t, you just didn’t care— sk was dealing with wildfires. literal, destructive wildfires. but y’all wanted him to just pretend that didn’t exist? the man asked if the weather was okay in his home country, and you psychos lost your shit.

calling him slurs? cursing him out? saying he only cares about k-stays? because he dared to check on his country? some of you even said you’re selling your concert tickets like that’s some sort of punishment. quite frankly, do it, i dare you. better and sensible stays are out there who actually deserve to attend their concert. go sell your tickets. stray kids don’t need “fans” like you there.

and what makes it worse? chan probably saw all of that. every disgusting comment. y’all made him feel like shit. you really sat behind your screens and tore down the most caring, selfless man who has done everything for his team pretty much his family, those around him, his company, and the fandom. after all the sleepless nights, the constant work, the emotional labor, this is what he gets? and then he comes back to bubble. those messages. are you fucking serious? that broke me. that genuinely broke me.

chan doesn’t deserve this. none of the guys do. i’m so goddamn tired of this toxic shit. y’all claim to love them, but the second they don’t cater to your every whim, you turn on them like a pack of wolves. being a stay isn’t about getting constant attention. it’s not about thinking you own them. it’s about supporting them, respecting them, and appreciating everything they do. if you can’t do that, leave. nobody fucking wants you here.

and before anyone says, 'but i didn’t do any of that!' — good! then this isn’t about you. but if you ever catch yourself excusing this behavior, staying silent while your so-called stay-friends act like actual bitches, or brushing it off as 'just criticism,' then yeah, you’re part of the problem. and i’m done sugarcoating that shit.

protect skz. respect skz. and for the love of everything, leave chris alone. i’m fucking done.

I was wondering if you were gonna still post the continuation of that Elippo fic ? No pressure / not trying to rush , just wanna make sure I don’t miss it if you’re still planning on posting it

I know! We had some minor delays on account of studying and life, but here go with the continuation of THIS ELIPPO FIC.

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Filippo feels…

Well Filippo doesn’t really know if he’s felt much of anything recently. 

The first week– when Elia left him alone in his apartment with a half-eaten, meticulously chosen meal and a half-empty bottle of wine– is kind of a blur. 

He and Elia had been apart for longer than a week when they were whatever. Granted, not much recently, but one week wasn’t such a stress. But then the next week hit and Filippo just felt weird. Like he’d see something in the park or hear a funny joke and his thumb would immediately flit to Elia’s contact icon to…

To what? Tell him? Let him know that he was thinking about him? To want to share bits of his day with him?

Whatever it was, he couldn’t do that anymore. Which was… whatever. It was fine– it was–it was Elia’s choice because he wanted more than Filippo was willing to give.

It was fine. 

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