Jens Still Isn’t Exactly Sure How He Went From Flirting With The Hot Girl At The Bar To Waking Up Next

HERE WE GO, BITCHES!!!!!!!!

#he is the biggest scaredy cat i've ever seen

“Don‟t move,” he whispered, his voice harsh with fear.

Kate‟s eyes narrowed, and of course she moved, trying to twist about. “What are you talking about? What is wrong?”

“Just don‟t move,” he repeated.

Her eyes slid to the left, then her chin followed by a quarter of an inch or so. “Oh, it‟s just a bee!” Her face broke out in a relieved grin, and she lifted her hand to swat it away. “For goodness‟ sake, Anthony, don‟t do that again. You had me scared for a moment.”

Anthony‟s hand shot out and grasped her wrist with painful force. “I said don‟t move,” he hissed.

“Anthony,” she said, laughing, “it‟s a bee.”

He held her immobile, his grasp hard and painful, his eyes never leaving the loathsome creature, watching as it buzzed purposefully around her head. He was paralyzed by fear, and fury, and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

In which Luca is the first to figure out that Lucas’ girlfriend situation may not be all it seems. 

The cast reading Rames/Elippo Fanfiction

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all the people sympathising with snow and saying they can't hate him anymore after watching tbosas... y'all let awful white men get away with ANYTHING as long as you find them attractive and it SHOWS

At night, Elia dreams of Filippo.

It’s weird, because he’s been obsessed with girls before, absolutely, so it’s not like infatuation is a new thing for him. But never has Elia dreamt with such vivid clarity and an undertone of such desperate want, longing, for someone before.

He dreams of lean abs painted like a statue of ancient Rome. He dreams of corded muscles tensing and relaxing as long fingers flick the end of a cigarette. He dreams of bleached curls and dark eye lashes; of freckles like constellations on smooth tan skin. 

He dreams of gasps and moans and whispers of “please” and “more” and “god don’t stop.” He dreams of soothing touches and bruise-educing grips; of laughter and the morning sunlight gleaming off of espresso eyes still hazy from a night of pleasure and sleep.

But Elia doesn’t dream reality. 

He doesn’t dream the careful way in which his eyes never fail to look out for Filippo across a rooftop party composed of mutual friends. He doesn’t dream of their eyes meeting and holding for an eternity, only for Filippo’s to eventually trail away when the disappointment that Elia can’t quite bring himself to make the first move after their night together weeks ago sets in. He doesn’t dream of Marti’s considering looks, or Gio’s pursed lips, or the way Luca seems oblivious to it all. 

(It’s not the boy thing, guys, it’s not that. I’m not ashamed, it’s just complicated.)

He doesn’t dream of his father slamming a Bible down at the dinner table in front of him, repeating over and over that the Santini family are good Catholics, great ones, and that good Catholic boys marry good Catholic girls and that there are no exceptions. 

It wouldn’t be hard to be a good Catholic boy. Elia likes girls without trying; he likes curves and giggles and the smell of perfume. 

But more than he likes girls right now, Elia likes Filippo.

Elia wants Filippo.

And Elia is nothing if not selfish.

So he looks up at the dark ceiling, watching the way shadows flicker as cars pass by. Then he glances towards his bedside table.

02:43

To Filippo Sava: can I come over?

Can someone recommend some really good elippo fanfic I've dug myself a deep tumblr hole and I don't think I'll ever leave it 😅

Chapter 8: Blue Dream

Summary:

Ok I’m serious, this is the part we all have been waiting for!!!!

Romance ✅

Hot Tub ✅

Family Moments ✅

Important Conversations ✅

SPICE 🌶✅

It’s all here!

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If you’ve stuck with me this long you know what this is about! Thank you all so much for kudos, likes, comments, reblogs, and encouraging words throughout this process. It has been magical to say the least. Just a little Valentine from me to you because I 💜 you all! Sadly our time in Bora Bora must come to an end, but its only the beginning for our beloved DK! Let me know all the thoughts, feelings, scream at me, scream with me, and most importantly laugh with me! I promise to return soon babes!

-C

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