#thank u gio for the reminder

[tapuhauko]

I should rlly add a blog roll to my pinned at this point I have so many blogs dsjhfsd ))

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

[russolover]

16, 38, 41 please! love your writing!

Exhausted

Thank you sm I appreciate it! I hope you like it :)

16. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”, 38. “can we go home yet?”, 41. “you need some sleep”

It was the last few weeks before the big game, you and your team mates, were slightly going to extremes during training. A few weeks before the big game also meant only a few more weeks until the World Cup. It was understandable that every player wanted to be on that wold cup squad.

You glanced around the pitch, seeing Jen do sprints with Gio and Katherine which made you chuckle. From the side of your eye you also saw a particular blonde heading into your direction.

“Are you alright?”

Leah asked you as you were sitting on the ground drinking from your flask.

"Yeah just thinking"

You replied quickly. Leah sat down next to you before she could say something again.

"Its about Less isn't it?"

Her ability to know what's going on with her teammates always stunned you.

"It's just so confusing.. one minute we're all over each other and the next she's pushing me away- I don't get it"

Leah looked at you sympathetically and squeezed your shoulder.

“it’s probably the stress.. the whole World Cup squad thing and the big game.. you know how focused Alessia gets”

You kept staring into the directions of your teammates.

“She’s putting to much pressure on herself”

You whispered while fiddling with your flask.

“You should try to talk to her, invite her over for dinner and tell her how you feel or you could bring her to training at this point no one would be surprised”

She remarked with a smirk which you chuckled at. Flashbacks of last months party reminded you of the moment where Leah caught you and the Italian making out in the bathroom

“Come on I know no one’s going to use the bathroom on the second floor”

You whispered into alessias ear while pulling her softly into your direction. She only chuckled at this and let you lead the way upstairs. Once you both were upstairs the blonde pulled you in by your collar. Rather aggressive, some might say. You traced you lips down her neck, marking every step while the girl in front of you was a moaning mess.

“Don’t stop Y/n”

“I’m not planni-

“OH MY GOD”

You heard someone scream. Once you tuned your head four big eyes were directed at you and the blonde.

"Hey Leah.. Jordan what's up?"

You replied in a high pitched tone while still having your arms around the blonde.

“I’ll text her to come over tonight”

You thanked the blonde beside you before going back into the training facility.

After a few hours you go back to your place, deciding a cozy evening for you and Alessia would be nice since you didn’t had that in a while. You realised how quiet the blonde was when she came by that night, her usually bubbly demeanour was no where to be seen right now.

“Less?”

You spoke softly not to startle the blond next to you.

She didn't responded but turned her head so she was looking at you. You realised how exhausted she looked by the dark circles around her eyes.

"You look tired.. have you been sleeping properly?"

"I'm just stressed Y/n.. the next few weeks are going to be so much"

She whispered while resting her head on your shoulder. You didn't want to stress her out even more by asking about whatever you two had going on right now, so you decided to not bring it up for now.

“You need some sleep”

She wasn't protesting when you carried the blonde to your bed. Once she hit the covers she fell asleep immediately.

The next few weeks went by fast and you saw yourself standing on the pitch with Vic opposite of you waiting for the ref to blow the whistle to start the game.

It was Man U vs. Arsenal. The girl you've been having an on/off relationship with being on the opposite team. You kept glancing at her since you haven't talked to her in two weeks, but she didn't look in your direction. Even from a distance you could see how exhausted she was, the once ocean blue eyes looked tired.

After a strong fist half arsenal was up 1:0, but that didn't mean the game was anywhere near to being over. The second half went on with an equaliser from tooney. At the 70th minute you could see how Less started to slow down, not kicking the ball properly she just got form Maya. You knew what was about to happen and immediately ran into her direction. The Italian fainted directly into your arms before she could've hit the ground. Both teams surrounding you two and the medicals taking her immediately off the pitch once they got to her.

After what felt like the longest 20 minutes of your life you made your way to the medical room. You saw the blondes eyes lit up once she saw you walking through the door.

"Y/n"

She whispered your name while you walked to her bedside.

"What happened out there?"

You asked her gently while sitting down next to her.

"I dont know"

She mumbled while avoiding eye contact.

"Less..You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes."

"You're such a donut"

She laughed. The first genuine laugh you've heard from her in weeks, you knew by the scrunching of her nose and the crinkle around her eyes. There was a minute of silence afterwards before she started talking again.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you the last weeks, I put all my attention on football and that wasn't right"

She said regretfully. You smiled softly at her before pulling her into a hug.

"Well.. I know how much this means to you-"

"But that doesn't ma-"

"It's okay Less, honestly, I forgive you"

You cupped her cheeks and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. The Italian pulled you back in for a more passionate kiss before you two had to stop for oxygen. She smiled at you while softly caressing your nape. Those were the moments you missed the past few weeks and you were finally happy that you could have them again.

"Can we go home yet?"

The blonde asked right as the doctor came into the room.

"You can, but Alessia take care of yourself you were dehydrated and by the dark eyes I can tell you haven't been sleeping"

The doctor responded, while you took notes in your head to always have an extra water bottle with you from now on.

"I'll take care of it and I think I will sleep better from now on"

She said while looking at you with a soft smile.

[heartshaped-lou]

GIO!!!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU MY BELOVED 💛 i hope this new year in your life will bring you so much love and happiness that you always feel warm inside and wonderful new memories with old and new friends and lots of reasons to laugh until your tummy hurts and warm summer nights and pretty sunsets and good music and calmness and fun and lots of reminders that show you how beautiful life can be ✨️ sending u lots of hugs and kisses, i cant wait to meet you this year😭 MWAH

(also i saw that you're sick that sucks i'm sorry :((( but i hope that you'll still have a good day and enjoy your cheesecake!!)

evelyn i'm gonna cry 🥺😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 you're so sweet!!! thank you for this love 🥺 sososo excited to meet you and to catcall see louis together <3

[cherryxcadbury]

Could you write something with Jude where he takes you to the Dortmund Christmas dinner and everyone it delighted on how cute you look together.

‘Tis the Season For Greetings

YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOUU!! also sorry for this taking so long! hope u enjoy xx

MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVIES

2nd person pov

“What if they don’t like me?” You asked Jude, your boyfriend of six months.

He chuckled, “Y/N. Why wouldn’t they like you. I already talk about you enough so I’m pretty sure they’ll love you.”

“Well what if you talk about me way too much and so they’re very annoyed?” You attempted again, much to Jude’s displeasure.

“I understand why you’re nervous but Y/N, you will be fine I promise. Plus you have an advantage, you speak German. It’ll be way easier for you to talk to them and that alone will at least make Marco, Koko, Mats, and Julian love you.” Jude comforted.

“Well my Germans heavily accented so they might not understand me at all.” You mumbled.

“Well your German is ten times better than mine. And plus, if they’re able to understand Gio and I speaking German, you’ll be golden.” Jude encouraged.

You nodded numbly, still nervous about making a bad impression on his teammates. Though arguably the sweetest girl in the world, you had tendencies to mess up your introductions when meeting new people. As a result, you got flustered around everyone, including Jude.

Jude, sensing your hesitance, brought your hand to lips and kissed it while keeping one hand to guide the steering wheel.

“Just trust me this once love.” Jude whispered.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“I love you Jude.”

A grin broke its way onto his face, “I love you more beautiful.”

With those words you were able to be at ease for the rest of the drive there.

“And here we are.” Jude announced, pulling into the car park of an upscale looking restaurant.

“So…” You started.

“So, Dortmund rented out the place for tonight, so it’ll only be the players, coaching staff, and their families.” Jude explained.

“Wow. That‘s it?” You gasped with sarcasm.

Jude chuckled before rolling his eyes and getting out of the car to open your door for you. He took your hand and helped you out of the car though that really wasn’t necessary.

“Gentleman as always.” You complimented.

“Mum‘s taught me well.” Jude replied in a posh accent.

He began walking towards the entrance as you stood stationary with a hand on your hip.

“What?” He asked.

“Forgetting something?” You reminded, dangling his mask from your hands.

“Ohh shitttt. Thanks love!” Jude backtracked, grabbing the mask and kissing your lips.

You shook your head, while the two of you walked towards the entrance with your arms linked.

“Now everyone at the party‘s been fully vaccinated right?” You questioned with caution.

“Of course. Most guys have gotten the booster and those who didn’t have the vaccine weren’t allowed to go.” Jude verified.

You nodded, forcing a smile which gave Jude the validation he needed to go through the doors.

As the two of you walked into the restaurant? you shyly whispered to Jude.

“There’s gonna be good food right?”

“Only the best for you my love.” Jude smirked.

“I hate you.” You grumbled.

“I love you too.” Jude winked.

Before you could respond, the two of you spotted the hostess and told her your business there.

“Hello. We’re here for the Dortmund Christmas Dinner.” Jude smiled politely.

The woman nodded formally, “Of course Mr. Bellingham, I could recognise you from a mile away.”

“And what a beautiful lady you’ve brought with you this evening. You two make a splendid pair. oh, and the dress does wonders on you!” The hostess complimented.

You blushed at the compliment, initially feeling self conscious in the shorter, lace full sleeved dress that had a beautiful bow in the center.

“Okay Mr. and Mrs. Bellingham. Err I mean Mam, sorry, right this way.” The hostess ushered, staring at the ground due to her mistake.

“Jude?” You whispered into his ear as the three of you walked together.

“Clearly we’re just such a good looking couple.” he smirked, causing you to giggle.

Very quickly, the two of you were led down a short hallway which opened up into a large function room, where the Christmas Dinner was taking place.

Your eyes widened as you saw a large blonde man wavering outside the party as he was taking a phone call. As you all got closer, he managed to hang up the phone right in time to greet you and Jude, as the hostess had already returned to her position at the front.

It was then that you realised who the large man was. It was the terminator himself.

“JUDEEEE!” The 6’4 footballer squealed, running over to give Jude a hug who was already laughing.

You patiently stood there, smiling softly as you admired the bond of the two players.

“And Erling. I’m sure you know who this is, Y/N.” Jude introduced with a wink.

Erling turned to you witch a big smile as you just waved and said it was a pleasure to meet you. Much to your surprise, he engulfed you in a hug.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Jude doesn’t stop talking about you!” Erling informed.

“I’m flattered!” You responded.

“No no Y/N. Jude should be flattered. How did he manage to pull such a pretty girl like you?” Erling complimented.

“Y’know what Erling. I ask myself the same question everyday.” You wittily replied, to which Erling responded with a hearty laugh.

“Well we gotta make the rounds Erling. See you in a little bit!” Jude said, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you walked into the room.

From a distance, you could hear Erling shouting something along the lines as “There goes my favourite couple.”

“Now I reckon you should meet the skipper first aye?” Jude suggested.

“Then let’s go.” You accepted.

Jude led you over to the Dortmund captain who was laughing with his wife, Axel, and Emre.

Smiles lit up their faces as they saw Jude approaching, each and every one of them giving hugs.

“May I introduce Y/N, my girlfriend.”

“Y/N! Hallo!” Axel greeted, giving you a hug.

You waved shyly, before addressing them all in German. Marco, who could’ve potentially been feeling over protective of Jude suddenly seemed a lot more welcoming as he enveloped you into a hug, speaking fast German. Emre offered a handshake to which you accepted.

“Now please, try and teach Jude some more German, he’s absolutely awful and never speaks it enough.” Marco shuddered.

“Marco!” Scarlett scolded him.

“In his defense, is true Scarlett. Jude needs some serious improvement. Help us help him Y/N!” Emre pleaded.

“Wow, Jude’s getting so many compliments today.” Axel laughed.

You chuckled, “You see I try to help Jude with his German but you all know how stubborn he is.”

“Thank god he has you! You two balance each other out perfectly!” Scarlett stated.

“For sure! You two are the best couple!” Marco agreed.

You blushed profusely as you leaned closer to Jude’s body, him tightening his grip around your waist.

And so, you moved on from teammate to teammate, smiling as you heard almost the same thing every time.

“Gosh what a nice couple!” Dahoud exclaimed as him, Julian, Ansgar, and Nico watched you and Jude move to the next group after talking to them for a while.

“The two of them really got lucky with each other.” Ansgar nodded.

“Get me someone who looks at me the way Jude and Y/N look at each other.” Julian sighed.

“Kai looks at you that way.” Nico smirked, as he sipped his beer.

“You gotta a point.” Ansgar laughed.

In another conversation a few metres away, Jude and Y/N were the exact topic of discussion.

“They look so in love.” Kobel commented with praise for you and Jude.

“Props to Y/N for being able to put up with Jude.” Mats jested.

“She’s way outta Jude’s league.” Thorgan Hazard joked.

“Nah. Have you see the tiktok edits of Jude!” Dan mentioned.

“What’s tiktok?” Thomas Meunier questioned.

“Basically like an app where you can post all sorts of videos. And it seems a lot of, I’m going to assume here, teenagers like posting edits of how ‘hot’ Jude is.” Donyell explained.

“Exactly. They all simp for him.” Reinier added.

“Ahh okay. But what does simp mean?” Thomas again questioned.

“God. Millennials these days.” Mateu shook his head with the other gen zers in the conversation.

“You know, I think Y/N is very beautiful.” Moukoko mentioned with a warm smile.

“Awww someone has a crush!” Kobel squealed, teasing Koko with the other guys.

From the other side of the room, Jude and you weeee able to hear this squealing as you made your way to the final stop of the night. Jude’s best friend on Dortmund.

“Seems like some guys over there are excited.” You raised your eyebrows.

“They’re wack. I’ll figure out what they’re talking about tomorrow.” Jude brushed it off, blushing because he was able to hear what they were talking about.

“Really! Because I swear I heard my name mentioned.” You smirked.

“Clearly you’re losing your hearing! And oh look, it’s Manu!” Jude shouted, trying to change the conversation as he locked eyes with Manuel Akanji who’d just come back from talking to the person you two were able to see.

“Manu, this is my girlfriend Y/N!” Jude introduced.

“Well of it isn’t the lovely Y/N! Pleasure to finally meet you!” Manuel greeted you with a hug.

“I’m so sorry my family couldn’t be here today! As a matter of fact, I was just heading out, my son has a cold so I should go home ASAP. I’m sorry I couldn’t chat for long!” Manuel apologised.

“No need to apologise! Go home, and please give your wife and son our regards!” You replied with understanding.

“Thank you so much.” Manuel smiled, beginning to walk away.

“Oh and Jude!” Manuel called.

“Yessir?” Jude yelled.

“You really struck gold with Y/N. You two make a great couple!” Manuel praised.

The two of you turned away and continued walking.

“So pretty much all my teammates like you.” Jude concluded, kissing your cheek.

“I guess I passed the test?” You inquired.

“Almost. We’ve just saved the most important for last.” Jude stated, directing your attention to Erling and another guy standing next to him, engrossed in a deep conversation.

He had decent height, and looked about the same age as you and Jude. Then it hit you, you knew who it was.

“Gio?” You queried.

Jude nodded with a smile, “Well if it isn’t Giovanni Reyna!” Jude whooped, gaining the attention of the young American and Norwegian.

“Jude!” Gio dashed over, giving one of his best friends a hug.

Gio then turned to you with a smile sticking out his hand, “You must be Y/N.”

You accepted his handshake, “I’m gonna take a wild guess and maybe say that you’re Gio?”

Gio laughed and turned to Jude, “Everyone’s right Jude. You’ve done well. You have a lovely woman by your side.”

“You two seem to make a great pair!” Gio observed at how you two stood closely next to each other.

“But, I think me and Jude are just a little higher than you and Jude Y/N!” Gio quipped.

“You gotta point there!” You admitted with a laugh.

“Okay Gio I know Jude and Y/N are probably the best couple to ever walk the planet but that does not mean you can just walk away from me!” Erling interjected, walking over from where Gio was previously standing.

Before anyone could respond, the clock struck 12, meaning it was Christmas.

“Merry Christmas Jude.” You smiled.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.” Jude mumbled.

[demon-twink-sharl]

Midnight’s Hotness Rating Of The Current (2021) F1 Grid

pls don’t kill me

1. daniel. i don’t care some of y’all say he is only attractive because of his personality. he is fucking hot. he was fucking hot before i ever knew what kind of person he was. everyone else is wrong i don’t care lmao

2. charles. but in the sickly victorian boy way. as i’m sure everyone knows by now. he is the little prince of monaco and maybe all the fanfic i read abt him is making me be more biased but that’s not my problem

3. carlos. people are going to LYNCH ME for saying this. but he’s hot. hairy spanish boy. that ACCENT. he’s just cute. pls let me live-

4. pierre. yes we’ve all been waiting for that name, i’m s o r r y. i don’t think i have to explain why the stupidly pretty french himbo is hot. hot girl summer pierre can get it

5. mick. now that one MIGHT actually be bc of his personality. that and i have this weird compulsion to be loyal to the schumachers. thank my dad for it. we don’t have any shirtless pics but i just KNOW i’d be all over him

6. lewis. i’m pretty sure some people want my head for not putting him on #1 but ehh i can live with it. drop ur skincare routine king. his outfits are 🤌🏼 and his happy little smile is just 🥺 i hope i’m making myself clear here that sometimes i just wanna be a bottom

7. fernando. yes i have daddy issues. yes i made my bestie almost choke when i told them i’d want nando to rail me real good. again the spanish accent. he could read me his grocery list and i’d be turned on. i seem to have it in for the spaniards.

8. sebastian. i get it i get it. he’s not necessarily attractive in that sense. but y’all need to stop being so mean to this delightful man. listen he’s a great person and at best times he looks like a teddy bear. also might i remind u of this mans MAGNIFICENT tits? yes i want him to adopt me even if he’s only 13 years older and in no way at the right age to be my dad. everyone fuck off.

9. max. OKAY IM SORRY PUT UR PITCHFORKS DOWN. he’s ugly. i have to say it. that doesn’t mean i don’t want him to fuck my brains out. ugly people need rights too

10. nicholas. okay at first i was skeptic. and i didn’t rlly think he was attractive and in most angles i still don’t think so. but have you seen this guy SHIRTLESS??? my g o d

11. checo. i have SEVERE daddy issues. quite obviously. knock me up checo

12. george. he looks like a tory but those pics in the merc suit. hot damn

13. antonio. gio baby cut ur hair and you’d be so much higher on this list

14. yuki. i’m pretty indifferent to him tbh. he’s cute and he’s younger and shorter than me and that’s that

15. lando. i can’t believe he’s the least bad of the rest of those. unfortunately i know he’s FUCKING hung so,,,i want that. give it to me. put a paper bag over his head and a gag into his mouth and we’ll be good to go. maybe tie him up so he doesn’t get too ahead of himself

16. lance? i’m not sure at this point anymore. i like the rich bitch energy somehow but something about him unnerves me. also i heard him speak french once and wanted to chop off my ears that rlly scarred me. was hotter with the longer hair, at the moment he reminds me of my 8th grade prom date and that is not someone i want to remember

17. este. he’s,,,,fine? so awkward. idk man something puts me off

18. valtteri. just no

19. kimi. retire. im not asking anymore

20. egg. this needs no further explanation

[mywritingonlyfans]

so, quick disclaimer cause i dont want paula getting attacked for this:

none of the following is real. at least as far as im concerned. it is just a fictional characterisation of damiano, and i never want this to be damiano. dont take this too seriously, just enjoy the angst

warnings: suicide attempt (overd0se), clinical depression, suicidal intentions, fighting/yelling, hurt/comfort, self hate talk, a sprinkle of random psycology ive taught myself

so, lets just say that damia has clinical depression, inherited from his grandma that had dementia

it developed when he was 12, and hes lived with it ever since. with meds, therapy, healthy diets and excersise

må are on the end of (a) tour and the last thing they had to do was some interview

in that interview they all speak about their mental health, and he mentions for the first time his struggle with depression and how his career really enabled him to push through it a lot (giving a special thanks to the band and gio)

then on the ride home hes kinda out of it, he doesnt want to partake in conversation and he just huffs a lot

he ends up admitting he didnt like how he did at the audition and complaining about his mental health getting worse with the post-tour stress buildup

vic (equally stressed) kinda snaps at him and they have a really long fight about their feelings. victoria yells at him (in the heat of the moment) about how hes always self deprecating and bringing the others down, and she complains about damia stopping his therapy sessions cause now he always vents to the band, especially her

she just ends up telling him that she isnt "fully conviced youre actually sorry whenever you vent! you always shift the weight on us and then move on like you did nothing!"

of course, at the time, damiano just yelled back, something less strong cause he was kinda taken aback by vics words and they just hit a soft spot

cause damiano was always told to vent when he feels bad and he did it around the band cause he felt comfortable around them, and he always felt like he was burdening them with those stuffs even if they assured him elsewise and vic just proved everyone as liars by saying that

because of the stress and his mind not being clear he just takes it as granted and for the rest of the day (lets say theres like, 12 more hours till they need to start packing) he just bottles everything in and doesnt speak at all unless its to comment on something

vic takes it as him being petty and giving them the silent treatment so she doesnt call him out and stops ethan when he tries to

back at the hotel everyone is at their rooms (lets say they live in this hotel that has doors connecting the inside of the rooms, ive gone to one its chaotic and i loved it) and vic is talking to gio about how she feels bad and wants her to assure dami she didnt mean the things she said

giorgia and damiano call later in the night, and hes very casual about it

"hey, you feeling better?"

"kinda, got in a fight with vic"

"oh, that must be bad"

"maybe"

hes just sheltered off cause he thinks he is also burdening gio with his vents

she just reminds him to take the medication later and calls him an idiot (which makes him smile) and they hang up with "love u"s and stuff

damiano is really just not doing well after the fight and he loses all energy that normally filters logical thoughts from the illogical and then it starts

who knows how long ive been burdening them

god what an ass, relying on my friends for my happiness

im sure if it was up to them they wouldnt pick me as their friends anymore

god i am so stupid how does anyone like me

he gets teary eyed and his mind just fucking launches it to 200% (cause what is the brain for, if not making you feel worse when youre sad?)

everything that hes ever done slightly wrong just appears in his mind and he just keeps finding more and more things to hate about himself

he looks down at all his tattoos and sighs cause it was getting ridiculous and he was running out of ideas to tattoo on himself, desparate to stay clean of self harm, never wanting to fall down that hole

his legs carry him to the small bathroom of the hotel room and he just stares at his expression in the mirror until he fucking hates it so bad, he just wants to punch it

deep breaths arent working anymore and he clings onto the sink, trying not to pass out

hes so scared and so done with himself, his hand finds way to the antidepressants and he just opens the bottle, emptying a good chunk of them on his hand

he stares right into them and his eyes are getting blurry, his breathing hasnt calmed and he feels lightheaded as his back hits the wall tiles and he slides on the floor as his knees give out

his empty palm covers his mouth and silences his sobs when he felt like he was choking on them, his head hurt a lot and his throat stung a lot

he is about to just get it over with, he is good at dry swallowing pills so it would be a matter of seconds

then he hears a knock at the inbetween door and he freezes, head throbbing in pain and eyes redder than than crimson

vic suddenly starts speaking, her voice hoarse cause she was crying too

before shes even started talking damiano wants to shove the pills in his mouth, down his throat, get it over with and cause eveyone the least amount of pain, he already had his note typed out, to the groupchat that had leo and giorgia in it, as well as the band, he might as well get it over with, the pills will take a while to absorb

victoria starts talking again and the pills are a mere inch away from his face

she just apologises for being a jerk, for saying those things that were, in fact, not true, saying that she wasnt ever thinking of those and saying them was just an irrational act if anger

she admits shes fucked up cause obviously damiano was feeling bad and she didnt want to add to it

she said she saw how he was spacing out a lot and his eyes were hanging low, and she heard one of his sobs earlier and wanted to speak up and apologise

damianos hand itches to pour the pills in his mouth but suddenly hes frozen, in a lot of pain, and he cant stop hyperventilating, as if vics words had stopped his breathing for a bit

he feels the sobs in his throat and he can feel the way his knees and thighs are burning from how he sat, he suddenly was aware of what he was doing and he just loses it again

his hand has a viscious grip on those pills and the other just tugs at his hair hard to try and fix his brain, he just sends out a string of cusses and kicks the tiles across, only stopping when the pain became too much because he opened his leg ona sharp part of the sink pipe and blood was running everywhere

he was on the verge of his anxiety attack mixing with a panic attack and he feels immobilised as his body hurts all over and he just cant do anything and he wants to yell and scream and cry it all out, but he cant cause he is in a hotel bathroom, with his bandmates sleeping next door and a lot of strangers that wouldnt be too happy and he wants to just punch something so bad cause theres nowhere he can take the energy out on

vic after hearing no verbal reply assumes damiano doesnt want to talk to her, or hes moving in his sleep, so she almost goes to bed, but she hears a very small, frail and fragile "vic please", his voice cracking and he sounded like he was heavily crying so she just pulls the door back from her side and she sees him sitting down on the floor, curled up in a ball, clutching something in his hand as he shakes so much hes vibrating at this point, his back is rising and falling really quick and unevely and victoria knows the signs of a panic attack when she sees them

she tries to get him to calm down but he is very far into it and probably the cramped space he got himself into wasnt helping

she basically drags him out of the bathroom and damiano opens his palm and just says "take" and "might change mind" and she just scoops them in her own palm and into their bottle again befores shes sitting on the hard carpet with damiano, trying to match their breathing, but it doesnt work cause victoria's picks up when damiano's doesnt seem to even out and she just hugs him very tight and establishes a breathing pattern by pushing his back down with every exhale and pushing his chest away with every inhale

they are both crying on the floor there, but they are breathing properly and vic couldnt be more happy she spoke up

damiano just curls into her and just repats "im sorry" until his eyes are teary again and he starts trying to swallow his sobs

vic rubs his back and says "im sorry too", not wanting to cause more conflict

they hug it out until damiano has stopped crying a formally apologises, with victoria butting in and saying "if anything i should be incredible sorry"

damiano finally speaks to her about what happened and it takes everything in her to not start crying again, apologising about everything once more

she succeeds and she helps damiano lay down, take the appropriate dose of medication and some painkillers before hes passed out in the bed, his arms and thighs twitching from the stress

she just bandages the cut on his leg and leaves the inbetween door open just in case

she just lays down on her bed and she falls asleep just as easy

guilt is eating both of them the next morning and damiano doesnt want to say he almost attempted the previous night, and vic feels terrible for giving him fake insecurities and driving him almost mad

they have a talk later than ends in tears and hugs and she and damiano stick to each other for the day to break the awkwardness that grew from the previous night till that moment

after they make it back to rome she makes him promise he will tell giorgia and the others, and says that if he doesnt, she can

guilt is still floating in the air but vic is proud of herself and damiano and helps him speak out and after the initial shock everyone is glad to still have dami around them and make sure to remind him every chance they get.

* a real heartbreaker* but seriously, it's so well written, the details (i'm scared) and all, i'm proud of you sofi!

THERE'S 8272738383 TW YOU DON'T READ if you feel like it'll hurt you

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hello i was the one who asked if u write fic (from my sideblog redriotinggg) so if you’re taking requests may i ask for a naramis interaction?? either your hcs for them if you haven’t done that yet or just guys bein dudes thank u!!

Bro, You Trust Me Right? (NaraMis)

**AU where everybody lives, No one dies.

There is something that’s been living rent free in Narancia’s mind for the past couple of weeks now and it’s driving him insane. He’s witnessed something so shockingly scandalous that it’s literally torturing him not having anyone to tell it to. ‘Who the hell am I kiddin’? This has nothing to do with me anyway, I should just forget all about what I saw already!’ Narancia thinks to himself while pulling at his own hair and squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to magically shut down his brain.

“Narancia, dude, you good??” Mista asks with knitted brows of mild concern.

Narancia is suddenly thrusted out from his internal melt down and reminded that he’s currently on the couch with Mista in a heated round of Mortal Kombat. Mista never pressed pause when he noticed Narancia drop his controller. In fact, he took that as prime opportunity to unleash a barrage of combos onto Narancia’s defenseless character, sending his health bar to near full depletion. Narancia squints at the screen. Merciless bastard, of course Mista wouldn’t hit pause... But besides that! He has the audacity to walk around as if nothing happened and everything’s just normal and good? After what Narancia witnessed just 2 weeks ago?! Shameless! Merciless and shameless! Narancia can’t hold it in anymore, he has to address the fat stinkin’ elephant in the room before he has an aneurism.

Narancia abruptly turns his full body towards Mista.

“You know what Mis.... You an’ me? I thought we were close. You’re like a brother to me, man.” Narancia starts off with a serious tone. “But I’m beginning to wonder if you even trust me.”

Mista quickly finishes off Narancia’s character completely. “FATALITY” is all that’s heard before he finally hits the pause button. Mista sighs as he sets his controller down onto his left thigh and relaxes into the couch. He turns to look at Narancia, facial expression just as bored and lazy as his current manspread position on this couch.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What the hell are you even going on about exactly?” Mista asks dryly.

“Well, well, well, wouldn’t you like to know asshole!” Narancia shoots up out of his seat and starts pacing around in front of Mista.

“Uhh... yeah? That is typically how question and answer type conversations work. Now are you going to tell me what’s up or not?” Mista says, mild irritation inching itself into his voice.

“Look. Look at me, man. Look me in my eyes right now.” Narancia says as he leans down just enough for them to be exactly eye level while gesturing wildly between their faces with two fingers to direct Mista’s line of focus.

“The hell man?! I’m lookin, I’m lookin!” he says while simultaneously leaning farther into the couch to put some space in between them because Narancia’s face is way too close.

“Bro, you trust me right?” Narancia asks so seriously and all Mista can do is slowly nod once.

“If you trust me, then why won’t you tell me, to my face, about what you did 2 weeks ago? Because I saw you! I didn’t want to see but I saw what you did!” He shouts dramatically while fisting that signature cashmere sweater of Mista’s and lightly throttling the other man.

Mista, however, is struck dumb and mute as he tries to think about what Narancia could possibly be talking about. Then it hits him... 2 weeks ago, they were all on that mission in Venice. No way...

“No fucking way... are you talking about what I think you’re talking about? In... in Venice??” He questions, now starting to sweat. Narancia nods his head in a violent confirmation. Mista is sweating more.

“Look, I didn’t think anyone was around! I can explain!” Mista starts but Narancia starts to throttle him again.

“Explain?! How the hell are you going to do that?! I mean, it’s none of my business what you decide to get up to, but man seriously?! WITH GIORNO?!”

“I— wait. What? Giorno? What does he have to do with this?” Mista questions, now feeling more confused than he was at the very beginning on this conversation.

“The hell do you mean, Mista?! I saw what you and Giorno did in the park on that bench!” Narancia begins to throttle him again, but Mista’s had quite enough of that and forces the boy’s hands off of his crop top.

“Yeah?! So what! He does that for me all the time now whenever I need him to! And at the Park, I needed him to! What’s the damn problem with that?!” Mista exclaims only for Narancia to look further scandalized.

“Bro I swear! I swear I don’t have a problem who you choose to do this with but having him give you some sloppy toppy in a fucking public park bro? GIO?! SHAMELESS!”

“Wooooah....” says a third voice suddenly. They both turn to see Fugo entering the room only to immediately back out at Narancia’s bold statement. Whatever the hell they were unpacking, Fugo wanted no parts in.

Mista felt as though he was having a stroke at that very moment. He hears a faint ringing in his ears. No thoughts, head empty.

“.... I beg your fucking pardon? Narancia... You think you saw what now?” Mista has to sit right back down for this one. He doesn’t know whether to start laughing or crying. He runs his hands along his face and groans in exasperation.

“Are you shameless AND deaf? I said I saw Gio giving you knoggin on the—“ Narancia couldn’t even finish that thought before a pillow was being slammed full force into his face.

“You dumbass! He wasn’t doing anything remotely close to that! He was trying to heal me! I had a gun shot wound to the groin— before you ask, no lil Mis wasn’t blown off. I don’t care what you or Fugo bet on, that isn’t going to happen to me.” Mista explains and for the first time in a long 10 minutes, Narancia was finally silent.

“Wait, so... it was all a misunderstanding then?” Narancia asks slowly. It was sad that you could see the cogs slowly turning in Narancia’s head as things began to finally click. Suddenly he let out a frustrated groan of relief. “Maaan, you gotta be kidding me... I was going crazy keeping that secret from everyone for last 2 weeks now and it wasn’t even what happened anyway.” He says while rubbing his hands over his own face in exasperation. The fat stinkin elephant in the room turned out to be fake news and Narancia was thankful for it but now he also feels like a giant moron.

“Mis, listen... I’m sorry about all of...well, that.” Narancia begins sheepishly. There were so many things we wanted to say about this but he just didn’t have the words at the moment.

“Don’t even sweat it Nara, I know. It was just a misunderstanding. A really... wild and completely out of pocket misunderstanding. But hey, you know how you asked if I trust you?” Mista says as he’s slipping back into his default carefree and easy going sense of self. Narancia only nods.

“Well, you thought something that crazy went down and your first thought was to make sure no one else found out until you talked to me first. And ya kept that secret for weeks! That’s gotta be a new record for you or something.” He says with a playful grin as he ruffles Narancia’s already wild hair. “Anyway, I know how loyal and trustworthy you are. I never once questioned it because you never fail to show me.”

The sincerity and warmth in Mista’s words were enough to ease the bulk of guilt sitting heavy on his shoulders. He shot a half grin back at Mis before relaxing back into the couch. As if sharing the same, singular brain cell, they both simultaneously bent down and picked up their respective controller to resume the game and start on their next round.

“Not to bring this back but....” narancia begins just as the fight commentator says “ROUND 2”

“What did you think I was going to say earlier? You seemed like you were expecting me to say something else. Did something else actually happen in Venice?”

Mista begins sweating again. “Oh uh.. Nope, nothing happened in Venice.” Mista lies through his teeth and it only garners a skeptical side ways glance from Narancia. He wasn’t buying it. “Bro, relax. You trust me right?”

“FIGHT!”

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CHAPTER NINETEEN:

After last night’s close call, Harry had made it a point to avoid all forms of interaction that might cause sexual tension between him and Zoey. Her reaction to their almost-kiss seemed clear enough; she was not interested in him romantically. What else could he do? Stand by as his soulmate fell for someone else? Well, he had no choice. He wanted her in his life, romantically or not. He wasn’t going to lose her. So he’d step back, for their friendship's sake.

Everyone had gotten up relatively early for Zoey’s first surprise of the morning. They had made a full breakfast spread with her favorite foods: pancakes, bacon, potatoes, parfaits, and mimosas. Katie was tasked to wake the birthday girl up and when she walked into the dining room, still puffy-eyed, to see the room filled with pink and white balloons and a plate of pancakes with a candle in it, she gasped, smiling widely as they all sang to her. Cheering erupted and she tightly closed her eyes, making a silent wish before blowing the candle out, thanking everyone. They all dug in, laughing and excitedly discussing the pending plans for the day. 

“Did you ever find out if Marco and his brother were coming?” Nancy asked.

Zoey nodded, swallowing a mouthful of food, “Yeah, they’re going to meet us at the docks.”

Great, Harry thought, shoveling more food in his mouth. Aurora looked over at him and gave him a tight-lipped smile. His eyebrows furrowed, confused why she was being so nice to him lately. Sure, they had cleared the air and remained civil, but things were definitely not the same after they ended. He wouldn’t necessarily say that they were super close anymore. Maybe she was trying to change that. Maybe she wanted a stronger friendship with him. He’d find out eventually.

Quickly, everyone got changed and ready to head out on their boating adventure. Harry drove with Andy in the passenger seat while Nancy and Aurora sat middle row and Zoey sat in the third row with her sister. He’d glance in the rearview mirror every now and then to catch a glimpse of her laughing and reminiscing with Katie, having to remind himself to cool down. When they arrived they noticed Marco standing by the edge of the dock, waiting with a slightly younger, shorter-haired version of himself. He almost hoped that Marco and his brother wouldn’t have made it in time.

Everyone clambered out, a couple of beach bags in arm, heading over to greet them while Harry met with the dock manager and captain. Katie squeezed Zoey’s arm tightly and they both shared a look which Zoey knew meant that she thought Marco’s little brother was cute. Hopefully, he was just as kind, too.

Nancy was the first to reach him and they all said their hello’s exchanging their customary pecks on the cheek. When Zoey reached him his smile grew even wider as he said, “The beautiful birthday girl,” he noted, kissing her cheeks, “we cannot wait to celebrate you today. Thank you for inviting us. This is my brother, Giovanni.” 

“You can call me Gio,” the boy stepped forward, smiling, his attention lingering on Katie’s.

Zoey couldn’t help but smile, realizing that Katie would probably get her summer fling after all. Wanting to be a good wingman, Zoey wrapped an arm around Katie, her long brown hair pulled into a high ponytail like her own, “Gio, this is my little sister, Katie. I think you two are about the same age.”

“I’m eighteen,” Katie blushed nervously.

Giovanni smirked, not breaking his eye contact with her, “Yes, we are. I just turned nineteen.”

They were all greeted by the captain and were directed towards their double-deck boat. Jaws hit the floor in amazement. Never in a million years did she think she’d ever be on a yacht. 

“I thought you said it was gonna be a small boat,” Andy breathed, scanning around at the fully stocked kitchen area, dining area, several lounge areas, a large flat-screen television, and much more. 

Harry smirked, “I’ve been on bigger.”

They were instructed to have a seat at the large u-shaped couch on the main level. Zoey took a seat next to Harry, her leg pressing up against his despite all of the extra room beside her. She turned her head towards him, forcing him to look at her, as well. It was the first time they made eye contact today, and by looking into her eyes, it blew his plan on avoiding her out the window. Silly of him to think he could even try. The second her lip twitched upward into a grateful smile, he melted, his shoulders relaxing and giving her a welcoming smile back. She seemed to understand because she immediately got more comfortable, pulling her feet on the couch near her butt and looping her arm through his, hugging his bicep while the captain went over safety precautions. 

They stayed on the couch while the boat made its way over towards the small island off the coast. It was a little hard to hear over the wind whipping by their ears and the splash of the water, but they managed to talk about how beautiful their trip had been so far and their plans for the rest of the week, trying to maintain a more relaxing end of the week schedule. 

When they finally reached the island, they anchored in a beautiful cove, a few boats scattered a good distance away, as well. A large stone mountain shooting up to the sky made the scene even more dreamy, and Zoey had never seen an ocean more clear or beautiful in her life. 

Nancy was the first one in the water, diving in from the edge of the boat. “Come on! Don’t be a pussy!” she shouted back, floating on her back.

One by one everyone began peeling off their clothes and jumping in with Nancy. Harry was the first one in, looking up in time to see Zoey lifting her white swimsuit cover over her head to reveal her yellow high waisted bikini with a tied front top and ruched sleeves. She looked beautiful. And he was even more captivated by her smile as she laughed, staring down at her chanting and excited friends.

Harry knew her well. He knew that she was taking this moment in, trying to remember every detail so she’d never forget it. He knew that she wasn’t taking this for granted. He knew she was thinking back to this time last year, unable to celebrate her birthday knowing her best friend wasn’t there. She never thought she’d have a bond with anyone else as strongly as she did with Jess. She probably didn’t even expect to be making such big memories with anyone else. But here she was, in Italy, having the time of her life with new friends. Harry couldn’t help but feel proud of her and how far she’s come in a year. He only wished he could have been there for her at her worst. Then he could appreciate this moment even more. He could only imagine how Katie must feel to see her sister happy again.

After about thirty minutes of swimming, Andy and Zoey both got back on the boat to grab some food. Harry was dragged over towards Nancy and Aurora who were talking to Marco and getting to know him more. Marco reminded him an awful lot of Brett with his charisma and how easily he made friends. A pang of jealousy ran through him as the girls laughed at something he said. He noticed Katie and Giovanni talking a little further away, flirting and getting increasingly handsy as time went on.  

Harry was in the water for at least two hours by the time he decided he was hungry enough for some lunch. He went back on board, grabbing an already made sandwich and a bowl of grapes from the kitchenette and walked around, looking for Zoey. Marco, Gio, Katie, Andy, and Nancy were all talking on the couch. He decided to check the front of the boat where, sure enough, both Zoey and Aurora were laying down, tanning. Aurora was laying on her back and seemingly had fallen asleep while Zoey was laying on her stomach, facing the ocean, with a book in hand, turning the page. 

Truthfully, Harry was feeling a little bit better about Marco and his brother coming on this trip. Only because Zoey hadn’t really spent a bunch of time with their tour guide. Maybe she wasn’t falling for his charm. As he walked closer to him, he got a better look at her figure. He felt bad for looking, but he couldn’t help it. Her legs looked soft and golden against the contrast of her bathing suit. He noticed a slight red patch forming on the back of her thighs, thinking she’d probably get a little sunburn there if she didn’t reapply SPF soon. And he noticed how round her butt looked in her cheeky high-waisted bottoms. 

His eyes squinted a little through his sunglasses, noticing a little black scribble near the top of her butt, barely peeking out from the bathing suit and his eyes widened. “Zoey!” he gasped before he even had time to process what he saw.

Her head shot back, twisting her torso to look at Harry, startled, she breathed, “What?”

He smirked, bending down and taking a seat beside her. Boldly, he pinched the hem of her bathing suit bottom near the top of her butt so that her tattoo that read ‘Bite’ in a delicate script font was now visible. “Found it,” he said.

When she realized what he was talking about, she closed her book and turned to her side to face him a little more, leaning on her elbows and smirked back, “You found one.”

His mouth dropped, “There’s more? How many do you have?”

“Just one more. But you won’t see that one.”

“Why?”

Her mouth pursed as she vaguely pointed down towards her front and his eyebrows rose, stuttering and unsure of what to say. A tattoo on her ass that said ‘Bite’ made him salivate at the thought of sinking his teeth into her perfect cheek, but the fact that there was another tattoo close to her pussy and he had no clue what it was drove him crazy.

She sat up, stealing a grape from his bowl, “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you.”

“It’s not over yet,” he grinned, scooching even closer to her so that her leg was now resting on his. 

They looked out at the sea and talked for a bit longer, trying not to be too loud in case Aurora was sleeping. Like he had suspected, she mentioned the difference in her feelings towards her birthday this year without Jess and how grateful she was to be surrounded by such great friends. Her head rested on his shoulder and he thought he could stay here, just like this, listening to her talk forever, and that would be enough.

But soon the thumping and squeaking of wet feet bounding their way over caught their attention and they turned to see the rest of their friends coming up. The noise seemed to wake Aurora, who pushed herself up and everyone sat around them.

“So Marco was just telling us about this nightclub in town that sounds amazing. He and Gio were going to go tonight,” Andy explained.

Marco nodded, grinning his bright white smile, “I think you all would like it if you’d like to join us.”

Zoey looked between all of her friends and finally met her sister's eyes which were wide and pleading. She knew that Katie was really into Gio and felt selfish for not wanting to go. So she shrugged and nodded, “Yeah, we can meet you there after our dinner reservations.”

They excitedly squealed, getting up and heading back towards the back of the boat to continue swimming. Marco smiled down at Zoey, “Will you be joining us for a swim?”

She hesitated before saying, “Sure,” and standing up. She hesitated, turning back around to Harry, “coming?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

He watched Zoey and Marco jog towards the back of the boat and he let out a sigh, turning and startled to see that Aurora was still there. He couldn’t quite figure out her expression behind the sunglasses, but he figured it was on the lines of pity, which worried him. He didn’t want her to know how he was feeling. It would make him feel like an ass. ‘Sorry we didn’t work out, but I’m really into your roommate.’ Not one of his finest moments. 

They were out there for hours, intermittently napping between swims before they finally had to head back, wrapped in their towels and exhausted from a full day in the sun. Once at the docks, they got the club information from the two Italian brothers and parted ways, heading back to the house. The sun was already beginning to set and they had an hour and a half to get ready before they had to leave for their late dinner reservations. 

“If you don’t keep your hair down for your birthday dinner tonight, I’m going to kill you!” Andy shouted at Zoey as she blowdried her hair after her shower. “You always have your hair up! It’s your birthday! We’re in Italy! Do something different!”

“I hate my hair down,” Zoey retorted, tossing it to make sure it was completely dry.

“How would you know? You never let it down? I’m getting Rory, she’ll help with it,” he decided, slipping out of her room.

She laughed, shaking her head and continuing to dry her hair. Minutes later, Aurora stepped in, already finished with her hair and makeup, still wearing a dressing robe, a curling wand in hand. The model smiled sweetly at the sight of Zoey, “I’ve never seen you with your hair down. I didn’t realize how blonde you are. You look beautiful. But I’ve always wanted to see you with loose waves, so I’ll just quickly curl it for you,” she said, plugging the wand in.

Zoey was nervous, feeling a little self-conscious at the idea of her hair being down. She always hated the way it framed her face and looked so flat at the top, but she trusted Aurora to make it look nice. It only took her fifteen minutes to put in some scattered loose curls and brush it through with her fingers, setting it with a little bit of hair spray. She turned to look in the mirror and smiled, surprised. She couldn’t remember the last time she let her hair down, let alone curled it. They were right. It looked amazing.

“You look like a different person!” Andy shouted, “Alright, we need to find you a dress that you can wear to dinner and the club. Oh! What about that white dress we got from the boutique right before we came here?”

“It’s hanging in the closet,” Zoey said, staring at herself in the mirror.

He disappeared and reappeared, draping the dress on the bed, “Alright, you finish up, and we’ll go get dressed.”

He and Rory closed the door behind them and she stared at herself for another minute or so before throwing on the smallest amount of makeup and slipping into her white midi dress with an off-set neckline and some strappy red heels before heading downstairs to check on her sister. All of the girls looked great, her sister wearing a simple halter style black dress, Nancy wore a short champagne slip with a cowl neck that looked beautiful when contrasted with her dark, curly hair, and Aurora wore a lacy, beige, wrap dress that made her look both beautiful and classy.

“Yep, we did good,” Andy said smugly, nodding his head towards Aurora who grinned.

“Who are you?!” Nancy whistled while Katie hugged her big sister. 

Harry sputtered his water as he walked into the room to see Zoey, the dress hugging her hourglass figure perfectly, her hair down, and her nose and cheeks sunkissed from the day's events. If he thought she was beautiful before, this took the cake. 

“Wow. You all look so great,” he complimented, eyeing her a little longer. 

Throughout dinner, he found it hard to focus on his food or the conversation at hand. He was too distracted stealing glances at her across the table. He wanted to blame Mitch and Adam for putting the thought of him and Zoey being MORE in his head in the first place. If it weren’t for them instigating and provoking him maybe he wouldn’t be in so deep right now.

They went around the table handing off cards and little gifts to Zoey for her birthday which included gift cards to her favorite places, a purse, a handmade photo album from Katie, which Zoey didn’t open because she didn’t want to get it messy from the food and drinks, swearing she’d look at it later, and finally a card from Harry that said ‘I O U-a shopping spree before we leave.’

“You’ve spoiled me enough with this trip,” Zoey shook her head.

“Shut your mouth, don’t be stupid. He’s offering a free shopping trip,” Nancy shoulder checked her, smiling at Harry, “she means thank you.” He laughed.

Harry had hoped that they might have forgotten about their promise to meet Marco and Giovanni at the club, staying well past they had finished their meals. But sure enough, Katie peeped from her seat next to her sister, “Gio says they’re at the club now.”

“We should probably get going,” Nancy said, followed by a chorus of agreements.

Harry drove slowly, not eager to get there. He was still tired from being in the sun all day and honestly wasn’t in the mood to get shat on by a handsome Italian man stealing his best friend away from him. But everyone else was all too eager, meeting the brothers at the bar and grabbing a few drinks before heading to the dancefloor. Seeing his friends laughing and having a good time put him in a better mood, especially when Zoey came up and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the group. There was no way he could stay grumpy for long. He decided to let loose and enjoy his time with his friends, dancing a safe distance away from Zoey, flapping their elbows and twisting their hips to the beat of the song. He grinned widely as Zoey threw her head back in a fit of laughter while comically grinding with Andy. 

Some three songs in, she finally found her way closer to Harry. He leaned in, shouting in her ear, “I don’t recognize a single song that’s played.”

She stepped closer to him, the music and people so loud that they could barely hear each other, “Me either, but at least they’ve got a good beat to dance to.”

They were chest to chest, legs barely skimming each other as they continued dancing while talking over the music, “Karaoke would make this a million times better.”

“Oh, for sure. But not as fun as tracking me down in a dark alleyway, crying my eyes out near a dumpster,” she joked.

Harry shrugged, looking down into her eyes, multicolored lights flashing on her features he didn’t want to look away. “I don’t know. That’s the moment that started it all. I’d follow you into any dark alleyway.”

Normally she would have made a joking rebuttal. Instead, she stared up at him, her smile slowly vanishing and her eyes scanning his face, searching, longing, questioning. Without realizing, Harry and Zoey had gotten closer, and the magnetic pull between them started. The longer he looked at her face, the stronger the pull felt. He imagined kissing her plump soft lips, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to him. He imagined slipping her dress off in search of her other tattoo. He imagined staying in bed with her all day, unmoving, and completely and utterly happy. But that image had quickly disappeared when a handsome, long-haired Italian walked up.

“Excuse me, birthday girl. I don’t mean to interrupt, but I was wondering if I could steal you for a dance,” Marco grinned between them, eyeing her up.

Zoey, flustered, looked between the two boys before stammering a quick yes and taking his outstretched hand. She shot him a tight-lipped smile as they walked away and he could hear Marco telling her how beautiful she looked. Angry, his jaw tightened and he half-stomped off towards the bar to grab another drink.

“Two,” Aurora said to the bartender making Harry’s drink as she slid up beside him.

Harry turned to look at her, a friendly smile on her face. “What’s up?” he asked.

Rory shrugged, “I was about to ask you the same thing.” When she saw his confusion she continued, “you doing okay?”

“I’m fine.”

The bartender handed them their drinks and they thanked him. She raised an eyebrow and a knowing look, taking a sip, “So you’re okay with Marco dancing with Zoey right now?”

He looked over at the two of them dancing, his hands dangerously close to her butt while her hands were placed on his biceps, both of them smiling and talking as they danced. His jaw flexed again and he turned back to Rory, his face relaxing, not wanting to admit defeat or reveal his feelings. Especially to her. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

She tisked and rolled her eyes, “Harry, I know you like her.”

“How?”

Her expression softened and looked into his eyes, saying, “Because you look at her the way I wished you looked at me.”

They were silent for a moment, just staring at each other. He felt a heaviness of guilt in his chest from the words. He was hoping that he’d lose feelings for Zoey before Aurora had figured it out, but she was always very observant. He should have known she’d realize it. 

“Rory, I didn’t like her when you and I were-”

“I know,” she shook her head, smiling sweetly at him, “I’m not saying this to hurt you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He groaned, gulping his drink, “I mean, this sucks. I don’t know what to do. I didn’t mean to fall for her, it just kind of happened.”

“Does she know?” Aurora asked. Harry shook his head and she nodded, a pause ensued before slowly adding, “Well, you should tell her. Don’t make the same mistake you made with me.” 

Aurora patted him on the shoulder and joined the rest of their group. Seconds later a few fans had recognized him and came up, asking for a picture. He put his best happy face on and carried on a friendly conversation while trying not to lose sight of his friends. He noticed Zoey and Marco were now in a conversation with a smiling Katie and Giovanni while Andy, Nancy, and Aurora danced together which eventually changed to just Zoey and Katie talking while the rest of them danced. 

Harry had thanked the fans for their time and wished them a good rest of their night before rejoining his friends on the dance floor and even stealing an innocent dance with Katie, making sure she was having a good time on vacation so far and that her parents were satisfied with communication. What Rory said was still nagging him in the back of his mind, but at least he was in better spirits now that Zoey and Marco weren’t dancing together anymore.

It was nearly 2 AM and it was pretty apparent that everyone had passed the point of exhaustion, sweating from the humidity in the club. It was time to go. They all slipped through the crowd, people who noticed Harry patting him on his chest and saying a quick hello as he passed, breathing the fresh air as they finally made it outside. Aurora had sobered up while everyone else still had a few drinks in them and were on the tipsy side, so she took the keys from Harry and left to pull the SUV around the front while the rest of them said their goodbyes to the brother.

“It’s been so nice hanging out with you all this week. I hope to see you again,” Marco smiled.

“You’re the sweetest,” Nancy slurred, giving him a little hug. 

Marco laughed, giving his rounds of hugs and handshakes to everyone, including Harry who was pretty short with him, before turning to Zoey. He bent down, whispered something in her ear which caused her to smile and nod, and kissed her cheeks. Giovanni did the same with Katie before waving goodbye at everyone and following Marco down the street in the opposite direction just as Aurora pulled up.

Harry sat next to Andy in the very back, but the ride was silent, everyone too tired to talk. Most people headed straight to their rooms, but Harry made his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water in an attempt to sober up a bit more. A little snack sounded good, too, so he grabbed a cookie. He heard a door open and close in the direction of Katie’s room and he turned to see Zoey walk out and notice him. 

She grinned, making her way over and whispering, “Just got off Facetime with my parents. Katie passed out.”

“I’m sure they loved seeing their daughter drunk,” Harry smirked.

Zoey shook her head and grabbed herself a cookie and glass of water, “I told them she was just tired because we’ve been swimming all day and just got back from a nice dinner. The time difference went right over their head.”

He chuckled, stuffing the rest of his cookie in his mouth. Exhaustion was weighing on him, but he didn’t want to go to bed yet. He wanted to stay up a little longer and talk to Zoey. So, he nodded towards the patio doors and asked, “Want to go outside for a bit?”

“Sure.”

The two stepped out onto the terrace and made their way to the couch that was right outside Andy’s room. There was no light coming from his patio doors. He had probably gone to sleep by now. They sat beside each other and Harry looked down at her hand that held her glass of water, noticing a thin multicolored woven band that was tied onto her wrist.

“What’s this?”

She lifted her hand to look at the bracelet, “It’s Jess’. I made it for her when we were in seventh grade. Her mom let me take it after she died. I’ve worn this every day since I got it.”

Harry’s eyes widened, “Can’t believe I never noticed it before,” he said, taking her hand into his to inspect it, “Pretty good job for a seventh-grader.”

She laughed, pulling her hand back to take a sip from her water and set it down at the edge of the fire pit, “Yeah, well, it’s my favorite piece of jewelry.”

“Which reminds me,” Harry said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, flat box, “I do have one more birthday present for you.”

Zoey gasped and sarcastically said, “Oh my god, are you proposing.”

“Shut up, or I’ll return it,” he warned, placing the box on her opened hands. She gasped as she opened it and he explained, “It might not be as nice as your friendship bracelet, but I still hope you like it.” Zoey pulled out the thin tennis bracelet that was lined with alexandrite and peridot stones with diamonds in between them. “They’re Jess’s and your birthstones,” he pointed out.

“Harry,” she breathed, clapping a hand over her mouth, looking up at him, speechless. Her eyes formed tears. 

He knew how much this would mean to her, which was exactly why he didn’t give it to her at dinner. He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable for crying in front of the whole restaurant. Harry slipped the bracelet out of her grasp and wrapped it around her wrist right above the woven friendship bracelet, clasping the ends together. She looked down at it on her wrist before leaning over to hug him. She squeezed tightly, staying there for a moment. Enough for him to take in her scent; soft and warm. It drove him crazy.

“Thank you,” she managed as they pulled away, her holding onto his hands as they sat facing each other, one leg under the other so that her dress didn’t ride up too much.

Harry nodded and quickly changed the subject, not wanting her to cry, “How was your birthday?” he asked. “Everything you hoped it’d be?”

“And more,” she grinned, her eyes lighting up, “Should I go grab the photo album Katie made?”

He nodded and she skipped off in search of it, stepping back out with it pressed tightly to her chest. She plopped down on the seat beside him and opened it up to see the first picture of her as a kid with her family.

“God, you were such an ugly kid,” Harry joked.

“Hey! I just had an awkward phase. No one looks cute without their two front teeth!”

They flipped through to see more family pictures of a growing Zoey. It didn’t take long before pictures of Jess showed up. You could see the change in Zoey’s personality in the pictures as soon as Jess was involved. She seemed happier and more confident. They had a ton of pictures together ranging from before school pictures, sleepovers, beach trips, amusement parks, graduation, college parties, and more. He wondered what it would have been like to know her back then. He wished he could have met Jess so he would know what it was like to see that side of her.

When Zoey turned the page she laughed at a picture of the two girls with a boy about their age with dark brown hair and arms covered in tattoos, holding Zoey close to him in an almost headlock, “Let me guess,” he said, “that’s your ex?”

She nodded, turning the page to see more pictures of the three, “Yeah, that’s Michael. Told you he was always the third wheel with me and Jess.”

“He looks exactly like I pictured him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you definitely have a type.”

She looked at him quizzically, standing up and walking a few feet away towards the edge of the terrace, leaning up against the stone balustrade fence, “What do you mean?”

He was aware of how rude he was starting to sound, but the drinks in him made his nagging jealousy hard to control his tone. Every time a word came out of his mouth he instantly regretted it, but there was no stopping it. He got up and stood close to her, their legs touching, “Your type. The cliche. Tall, dark, and mysterious. Every guy you go out with looks the same. Brett, Marco…”

“Every guy? You named two people.”

“You know what I mean…”

Zoey paused for a moment, trying to stare into his eyes. He couldn’t help but notice the hurt in hers and his stomach twisted, gulping as she spoke more directly, “If there’s something you want to say, then say it.”

He thought for a moment, Rory’s words prodding at him. Did he tell her that he liked her? How? How could he tell her when it could ruin everything? What if she didn’t feel the same? 

She looked at him, waiting. She knew he was still drunk. She knew that whatever was bothering him would pass, but he had never acted so accusatory towards her before and she didn’t quite like being treated like she was at fault for something. His eyes darted all around in thought before looking at her. Whatever he was thinking about was serious and she started to get nervous as they looked into each other’s eyes. She had figured herself to be pretty good at reading signs, and unless she was mistaken, this look felt a lot deeper than just a casual glance.

They stood so close to each other that she could feel his warmth radiating off of him. His eyes kept flickering from hers to her lips and she started to feel that magnetic pull, unable to look away. Not wanting to look away. Her annoyance was quickly replaced by yearning. His lips looked soft and she wanted to know what his body felt like on hers. 

Stronger, the pull brought them closer together. She could feel his hot breath on her face now as he hovered over her. She was practically looking up at him which caused her hair to fall back. He looked almost intimidating, noticing his jaws clench and unclench. He licked his lips hungrily, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he took a gulp. Their noses were touching now and she stifled her breathing, afraid that any sudden movement would stop what was about to happen. Her eyes began to close, the pull so strong that her abdomen began to tremble. Her lips felt numb, tingling as his lips barely grazed hers. 

He felt his large, strong hand clasp on the back of her neck and pulled her in, their lips finally connecting. She melted into him as they kissed, finally sucking in air as their tongues danced together. It felt so natural. Not forced as it had been with Brett or anyone else she’d been with in the past few months. She felt Harry relax into her and deepen the kiss by pulling her waist in closer to his while she had both of her hands on either side of his face. She began to throb, wanting more of him, pushing herself more into him, but it wasn’t close enough. It could never be close enough. She would be inside of him if she could. 

Harry had half-hoped that by kissing Zoey, it would have given him the proof that his relentless attraction towards her would magically disappear. He had convinced himself that if he just kissed her and got it out of his system, it’d all be over. But as soon as his lips touched hers, he knew. This wasn’t a passing attraction. It was the real deal. He was head over heels for this girl. This wasn’t just a kiss. This was more. He knew it. He felt it. And he knew that he couldn’t be the only one feeling this. There was something here. He had never felt so comfortable and vulnerable all at the same time. This kiss made him feel higher than any upper ever could. He needed more.

Without warning, a bright light flicked on and a deep gasp made them quickly tear apart to see Andy standing wide-eyed and startled, “Oop. My bad,” he shrank away back into his room, closing the door and blinds.

Embarrassed, Zoey turned her body to face the garden, avoiding eye contact. It was silent for a moment, both of them trying to process what just happened. He felt a range of emotions from scared, relieved, excited, and anxious wondering what was going on in her mind. There was no way she didn’t feel anything.

She finally spoke, “I have a date with Marco tomorrow night.”

Harry’s heart dropped, “What?”

She turned to look at him, woeful, “It’s a double date. With Katie and Gio.”

“Well don’t go,” he pleaded, taking her hands in his. 

She frowned, face full of regret, “I’m sorry,” she whispered, slowly backing away before turning and hurrying inside, leaving Harry outside, alone.

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[faresramettas]

share the love con panels

thought i’d write down some interesting answers from the cast (there were many more, but i have a bad memory and i took only a few notes)

first of all, before the panels even started the staff told us not to ask questions about season four, we know they are filming it, but they can’t talk about it. so yeah, our hopes and dreams of an announcement or besse making a surprise appearance (🤡) didn’t come true. they never talked about it, when you mentioned it to them they raised their hands or zipped their mouths or were like “idk what u’re talking about 👀😇😬” so obviously they contractually have to keep their mouths shut. but it’s happening y’all!

the only one who slipped, at the very last panel, was rocco and i was the culprit lol. i asked them if they’d imagined the fandom would support them and fight so hard during the cancellation months and bea said no, seeing our hashtags trending almost every day and receiving so much love was touching and incredible. she made rocco talk (mentioned how “he became saint rocco”) and rocco also said he couldn’t imagine the amount of support, and that “the power is all in your hands, and it was worth it-“ and then realized he spoke too much dhshdhfvk the others side-eyed him and he was like “ops” but we all laughed and moved on.

pietro had a lgbtq+ themed panel with an italian youtuber called shanti. they talked a lot about representation, how it changed for the better in the last 20 years or so, how for example right now there’s attention being given to trans* storylines too, and pietro made some really good points about how a show like skam italia should give hope and a positive representation to a young audience, without unnecessary violence or struggles inserted just for tragedy’s sake. how it may seem that martino lives an “easy” and relatively painless experience coming out and being gay, at least in his season, but young queer people should hope and know that that’s possible for them too. he said that he and filippo are different, and it’s good and precious that they are. we don’t know if filippo is an activist, like pietro is, but sometimes sharing one’s personal experience is enough to help. even if filo is not shown as an activist, he is so aware of his identity, he shares his own experience and point of view with marti and it gives marti courage. and that’s enough. finally, i asked what his favorite lgbtq+ tv shows are and he said queer as folk (he realized he was gay thanks to qaf), he absolutely loved euphoria, and thinks sense8 is a masterpiece (but he didn’t finish it smh). he said elite is just cute (😤) and he also told another fan he finished and loved fleabag!!

i also asked pietro what he, besse, rocco and fede were doing in the carrefour parking lot that night in august and he said that supermarket is open 24h and close to his house and he had to go buy groceries so he caught two birds with one stone, called them up and they drank and ate tramezzini (cold sandwiches, besse got a burrito he said) in the parking lot... and yes, they were organizing the revolution.

fede said what he likes the most about martino is his devotion to the people he loves. what he doesn’t like is how sometimes he shuts out the rest of the world, but it’s a problem he has learned to solve.

rocco said he’s thankful that skam italia has given him more awareness on some topics he used to treat superficially. he also talked about how much he relied on ludo and his research to portray bpd respectfully, and he’s glad that people found themselves represented in nico and that he could help them. it’s the greatest compliment. his eyes shine when he talks about nico, he loves his character so much.

a fan asked what was their favorite line to say. rocco’s is “non è figo il mio tipo?”, greta’s is “gli dei sono immortali”, nicholas’s is “sei frocio?”, pietro’s is “l’acqua solo se mi prende fuoco camera” from season 3, fede said “does it have to be my line? cause i like no zì sbagliato” but for his own it’s “minuto per minuto”. i can’t remember bea’s 😭

greta said the girls tend to stick to the script a lot more than the boys, she said ludovico tersigni literally never says a line how it’s written. nicholas confirmed that the boys (contrabbandieri) tend to improvise more and use the script sort of as a base, and that they piss besse off because he says it looks like they go on set just to goof around and gossip and not to do their jobs lol

i asked nicholas if they ate luchino’s pizza crusts. he said he had like 7 kilos of them because they had to retake that scene many many times, cause they wouldn’t stop laughing, as we can see in the bloopers (he also said it was the most fun scene to shoot) and bessegato would just keep adding mustard, ketchup and mayo on them. he felt sick the day after and “tasted mustard for a week”. fyi, nicholas and luchino are literally the same person. there’s no line between the character and the person, i love him so much. he also said he was having the time of his life in bracciano, with the light summer breeze, while the others were dying in their clothes and blankets.

marti’s spirit animal is the fox, fede’s is a golden retriever (debatable but okay). i think rocco said a cat, greta said besse once told her silvia is a goldfish, bea feels like a tiger but thinks sana is an eagle and i didn’t get the rest cause it was all very confusing lol

federico’s panel on sunday was actually very interesting, he is actually quite eloquent and deep when he wants to. he talked about how he really took the “minuto per minuto” philosophy to heart. how he doesn’t set long-term goals for himself, because he wants the freedom to change. how he chose to study medicine because after high school he knew he wanted to keep studying, and a bit like acting, there’s a fundamental human aspect to it that he’s always been interested in.

a fan reminded him it was marti and nico’s anniversary and he said “how are they celebrating? patatine e marmellata or sushi? in nicco’s new house? have our heroes moved there?” and we were all like Bitch u tell us... ofc he didn’t. but he said he imagines marti and nico celebrating their anniversary at a sushi restaurant in porto fluviale, in ostiense (rome). also, fede says their anniversary is bracciano (dec 1st) and rocco says it’s nel mio letto (nov 1st), i’m afraid we have to go with fede on this one.

i think the best question out of every panel was about marti’s interest in gio: was it real, or was it just a fixation? he said it was real interest, that stayed over the summer too. he and ludo had to find a way to show the shift in martino, and it was hard because they switched seasons and so there was no time for it to be gradually shown. however, where they imagined that shift to happen, is in ep1 when gio sleeps in marti’s bed. marti feels uneasy because of his feelings for him, but at the same time, he is uneasy because of the guilt. when he talks with eva on the phone and sees how giovanni reacts to that, how he’s still so clearly into her, he decides he has to move on from him, and gives up any hope or idea to have a relationship with him.

at rocco and fede’s sunday panel, rocco said he admires federico’s dedication to his work and his professionalism. fede and him bantered and bickered a lot, it was adorable, especially when rocco said some nonsense metaphor and fede was like “basta!” and fede kept asking for more compliments. but the question was about what marti and nico liked the most about each other, and federico said “it’s the kind of love where you like someone so much and you don’t even know why” as in, because you like everything about them, so that was beautiful.

a fan asked if there was any embarrassment between them, they said of course initially there was a lil bit of awkwardness, but they warmed up to each other immediately. one of the very first scenes they shot was an intimate one, rocco said the first kiss they shot was nel mio letto and they’d never rehearsed kissing before. amazing.

fede’s favorite color is blue (nicholas’ too).

rocco and nicholas sat in the crowd at the end of fede’s panel and rocco was like “tell us the story of bambi” and fede called him “er lucertola” and said it all started because of a tossico (junkie/drunk), i love them. nicholas made fun of him for his role in “i cesaroni” but fede said he’s only jealous cause they auditioned for the same role but fede got it, and nicholas has him saved as “andy dei cesaroni” in his phone. 

some anecdotes from other moments (m&g, dinners) i found on twitter: federico said when they shot la grotta, there was this whole solemn atmosphere, and then he broke it cause when they finished shooting he realized he had rocco’s snot on his face and he was like “MA CHE CAZZO È, CHE SCHIFO (what the fuck, gross)” and said rocco was always crying on him (i guess referring to the martino e niccolò clip) and rocco was like yes there was a significant exchange of bodily fluids. okay rocchì.

apparently fede likes his beard so much he said he doesn’t recognize himself without it. 

some fans adopted two giraffes in the bioparco di roma in their name as a gift!

rocco cried on the phone with bessegato when skam italia was cancelled. we been knew but it hurts to get the confirmation.

maxence and lukas are two rays of sunshine. not an anecdote, but i felt like saying it.

last but not least, rocco, nicholas and fede went absolutely batshit over @crazybee‘s “alt er besse” shirt. their reactions were priceless. rocco and nicholas took pics of them, nicholas was the one who sent them to besse and he reposted it on ig. forever blessed.

[nnegan13]

lil gift for paige (@air-bison-yip-yip) ily girl 

textfic, on ao3 here 

set in college!AU, if everyone feels kinda OOC its cuz I personally feel like people are different when they’re texting than when they’re interacting irl so sorry if it feels off lmao it’s still fun if you overlook that part aha 

also the formatting is different bc if I did it the same way I usually do texts in fic this would’ve been So Much Harder 

anyways enjoy!!! 

— 

Martino Rametta to entirely dead inside: head count please 

Eva Brighi: sadly, awake 

Sana Allagui: silvia and fede are still sleeping 

Luchino: Marti Elia says that if you don’t stop turning the lights on and off he’s going to fucking kill you

Luchino: and gio and Sofia are missing 

Eva Brighi: Sofia? 

Sana Allagui: nice 

Martino Rametta: nico’s with me 

Martino Rametta: eyes on ele? 

Eva Brighi: bathroom 

Sana Allagui: someone go tell her not to puke too hard cause I had to clean up last time and I don’t wanna do that again

Eva Brighi: she says fuck you 

Sana Allagui: delightful

— 

Edoardo Incanti to Eleonora Sava: heard you had quite the night 

Eleonora Sava: remind me to never do college again 

Edoardo Incanti: i thought you liked all the higher education shit 

Edoardo Incanti: ya know 

Edoardo Incanti: learning things so you can make ur mark on the world 

Edoardo Incanti: all that sentimental shit 

Eleonora Sava: fuck sentiment 

Eleonora Sava: can you call the police on a university? the school’s trying to kill me 

— 

Giovanni Garau to Eva Brighi: what do you want for breakfast 

Eva Brighi: you’re an angel 

Eva Brighi: but it’s almost noon just come back we’re getting lunch 

— 

Luchino to fede text when u wake up we went to get pizza: turns out I was wrong gio and Sofia weren’t missing 

Luchino: just gio 

Luchino: does anyone actually remember Sofia leaving the party last night? 

Luchino: anyways gio’s back 

Luchino: chicco and edo say they’ll be here in five 

Eva Brighi: shit we’ve left 

Luchino: you did? 

Elia Santini: do you pay attention to anything? 

Elia Santini: anything at all 

Elia Santini: sofia didn’t even come last night ffs 

Elia Santini: they fucking changed the name of the chat dude 

— 

Sana Allagui to Eleonora Sava: when ur done we’re downstairs 

Sana Allagui: please hurry up some of us are starving 

Eleonora Sava: why did you let me drink so much ur supposed to stop this stuff 

Sana Allagui: ur very persuasive when you want to be  

Sana Allagui: are you hurrying or are you just ignoring me now 

Sana Allagui: I’m sending edo to get you 

— 

Sana Allagui to Edoardo Incanti: how long does it take to wrangle your girlfriend 

Edoardo Incanti: not my girlfriend 

Edoardo Incanti: and don’t fucking say stuff like that you’ll give me ideas 

Sana Allagui: so she’s as slow at getting with you as she is at getting dressed? 

Edoardo Incanti: fuck off 

Sana Allagui: I’m hungry, charms 

— 

Edoardo Incanti to Fede Canegallo: when are you taking ur test 

Fede Canegallo: why 

Fede Canegallo: need me out of the apartment or smth? 

Fede Canegallo: miss sava coming over? 

Edoardo Incanti: dick 

Edoardo Incanti: i guess you aren’t coming to pizza then  

Fede Canegallo: you don’t even care 

Fede Canegallo: you can just take ele now 

Edoardo Incanti: there’s nine other people with us 

Fede Canegallo: you’d still get down then n there if you were given the chance  

— 

Eva Brighi to Fede Canegallo: edo says he’s disowning you 

Eva Brighi: what toppings do you like on ur pizza 

— 

Eleonora Sava to Giovanni Garau: did i leave my shit at yours 

Eleonora Sava: please say yes 

Giovanni Garau: yeah its here 

Giovanni Garau: [pic] 

Eleonora Sava: blessings from above 

Eleonora Sava: are you joining us or no? 

Eleonora Sava: Eva says to send you the tongue emoji but I’m not feeling nasty today 

Eleonora Sava: she’d send you one herself but she’s got pizza grease on her fingers and doesn’t want to get her phone dirty 

Giovanni Garau: tell her that’s sexy of her 

— 

Edoardo Incanti to Eleonora Sava: it’s rude to text at the table 

Eleonora Sava: desperate times, mr. hypocrite 

Edoardo Incanti: who’s getting ur table manners so wonky 

Eleonora Sava: wouldn’t you like to know 

Edoardo Incanti: i would, yes 

Eleonora Sava: ur no fun 

Eleonora Sava: just gio, I left my stuff at his this morning

Eleonora Sava: and I’m worried that if I go back to get it I’ll be roped into another midterms drinking game like last night 

Eleonora Sava: he’s not exactly being the most helpful right now 

Edoardo Incanti: want me to get them for you? 

Eleonora Sava: my knight in shining armor 

Eleonora Sava: don’t you have your own midterms to studying for? I don’t want to take time away from that 

Edoardo Incanti: its nbd 

Edoardo Incanti: how bout this 

Edoardo Incanti: I’ll get ur books and you come study at mine and make sure I actually get shit done instead of playing fifa all night 

Eleonora Sava: deal

Eleonora Sava: wait if I rat you out for playing video games instead of joining us last night can we still do that or no  

— 

Eva Brighi to *plays Baby K even harder*: @chicco @edo @fede ur all the WORST 

Eva Brighi: fifa instead of drinks? 

Eva Brighi: I’m appalled I really am 

Edoardo Incanti: who knew appalled was even in ur vocabulary 

Edoardo Incanti: and why are you texting about this we’re all here 

Eva Brighi: fede isn’t and I want to express my anger at all 3 of you at the same time 

Chicco Rodi: when fifa calls it calls 

Federico Canegallo: doesn’t make it sound better chicco 

Federico Canegallo: nd some of us like having working brains to get through midterms with 

Eva Brighi: who are you and what have you done with fede 

Federico Canegallo: fuck off Eva

Edoardo Incanti: its true high school fede would be ashamed 

Elia Santini: last week fede would be ashamed 

Elia Santini: I’m ashamed 

— 

Eleonora Sava to Edoardo Incanti: eva’s reading my texts over my shoulder I’m sorry 

Eleonora Sava: please let me study at urs they haven’t killed you yet 

Eleonora Sava: I will spam you with pleases until you say yes 

Edoardo Incanti: are you done eating 

Edoardo Incanti: lets just go now 

— 

Sana Allagui to we’ve reached 40 days and 40 nights in relationships wilderness ladies and germs: barrage of obnoxious texts? 

Silvia Mirabella: they’re leaving to go study 

Silvia Mirabella: both of them are too straight laced to actually think of doing otherwise 

Silvia Mirabella: leave ‘em be 

Sana Allagui: they left pizza early 

Sana Allagui: and now we only have one car to get back 

Sana Allagui: chicco’s not going to let me DJ so what’s even the point anymore 

Sana Allagui: it’s what they deserve

Chicco Rodi: when did I say that 

Giovanni Garau: i’m coming n I’m bringing my car don’t get ur panties in a twist 

Sana Allagui: stop thinking about my panties gio 

Giovanni Garau: ffs 

Elia Santini: Sana i’m behind you 

Sana Allagui: many thanks 

Federico Canegallo: I’ve filled my obnoxious quota earlier I’m too tired to do anything else 

Martino Rametta renamed the group what happened to having a working brain fede? 

Eva Brighi: Marti you shit 

Eva Brighi renamed the group we’ve made it to 40 days and 40 nights in relationship wilderness ladies and germs 

Eva Brighi: literally the only established rule of this chat is that we only change the name to keep track of the days 

Martino Rametta: this is exhausting 

— 

Chicco Rodi to Rocco Martucci: do you have the chat muted

Rocco Martucci: sorry who is this? 

— 

Eleonora Sava to Eva Brighi: Eva 

Eleonora Sava: Eva I’m struggling 

Eva Brighi: you left pizza early to go study with edo I am not speaking to you 

Eleonora Sava: evaaaaaa 

— 

Eva Brighi removed Eleonora Sava from Le MAT&T 

Eva Brighi: ele WILL try to thirst text you today do not answer her 

Eva Brighi added Eleonora Sava to Le MAT&T 

Eleonora Sava: sorry what the fuck was that for

Silvia Mirabella: no you don’t get to protest you’ve abandoned us 

Silvia Mirabella: go study miss sava I’m disappointed in you, frankly

— 

Eleonora Sava to Federica Caciotti: are you guys at gio’s 

Eleonora Sava: Fede? 

—

Federico Canegallo to Giovanni Garau: how’s it going over there 

Giovanni Garau: we don’t have dumb sticks up our asses and aren’t studying so it’s going well 

Federico Canegallo: Eva if I wanted to talk to you I would’ve texted you 

Federico Canegallo: give gio the phone 

— 

Eva Brighi to Federico Canegallo: fuck you 

— 

Eleonora Sava to Sana Allagui: are you guys at gio’s 

Sana Allagui: ERROR 404: The person you are trying to reach is not available. Check your connection and try again later. 

— 

Sana Allagui to Le MAT&T: [screenshot] 

Sana Allagui: and here we have the rare procrastinating ele sava in her natural habitat 

Eva Brighi: what a beautiful creature 

Federica Caciotti: truly moving to see such majesty in nature 

Silvia Mirabella: i can’t believe you’ve captured her on record 

Eleonora Sava: I know you’re all sitting in the same room laughing at each other 

Eleonora Sava: I’m never speaking to you again

—

Federico Canegallo to Edoardo Incanti: so are you guys still studying 

Federico Canegallo: or are you fucking now

Federico Canegallo: because if you’re fucking I’m not gonna come home 

Edoardo Incanti: 1. you’re a piece of shit 

Edoardi Incanti: 2. did you text me thinking that I would respond if we were fucking? 

Federico Canegallo: I mean its been a couple hours since I left so I was just making sure it was cool to come back 

Federico Canegallo: typically people don’t fuck for entire afternoons on end so 

Edoardo Incanti: please stop saying we’re fucking 

Federico Canegallo: so you’re not? 

Edoardo Incanti: i’m not going to answer that  

Edoardo Incanti: go to gio’s tho she’s moved past procrastinating and gets annoyed if you interrupt her 

—

Martino Rametta to Eleonora Sava: nico is wondering if we can use your pasta 

Eleonora Sava: will you be following a recipe 

Martino Rametta: i’m not gonna lie to you that was an ask permission after the fact kind of thing 

Martino Rametta: it is edible tho if you want to have some when you get home 

Martino Rametta: when will that be? 

— 

Eleonora Sava to Edoardo Incanti: what are you doing for dinner 

Edoardo Incanti: i think talking in person about this isn’t violating the rules 

Eleonora Sava: it is 

Eleonora Sava: I can text and study at the same time and therefore I’m still studying and therefore we have to stay in separate rooms 

Edoardo Incanti: you can be really obnoxious sometimes 

Eleonora Sava: it’s a talent 

Eleonora Sava: welcome to studying with me 

Edoardo Incanti: ok you’re getting crabby 

Eleonora Sava: rude 

Edoardo Incanti: we’re officially done studying for the moment 

Eleonora Sava: ok official means two party consent 

Eleonora Sava: I did not consent to stop studying 

Edoardo Incanti: acknowledged and overruled 

Edoardo Incanti: i’m coming to you don’t flip ur shit 

— 

Chicco Rodi to someone get milk I haven’t been able to eat cereal in four days and i’m dying: [pic] 

Chicco Rodi: Spotted! Edoardo Incanti out getting saucy with Eleonora Sava when they both said they’d be studying. Maybe they can use their combined genius to turn their ‘break’ into a ‘date.’ xoxo Gossip Girl 

Edoardo Incanti: fuck off man 

Federico Canegallo: edo all you have to do to make this stop 

Federico Canegallo: is stop being a fucking coward and tell her how you feel  

— 

Chicco Rodi to Eva Brighi: edo and ele are at that greek stand by the conservatory 

Eva Brighi: how dare they get gyros without me 

Eva Brighi: what are you doing there 

Chicco Rodi: not getting gyros bc now I have to spy on them 

Eva Brighi: unfortunate 

Chicco Rodi: the things I do for them 

Eva Brighi: what, exactly, are you doing for them 

Chicco Rodi: ur getting too hung up on the details 

—

Elia Santini to *plays Baby K even harder*: drinks tonight? 

Martino Rametta: some of us value our livers 

Eleonora Sava: and our grades 

Eva Brighi: if you value ur grades so much 

Eleonora Sava: don’t say it 

Eva Brighi: why aren’t you studying rn? 

Eva Brighi: mm? 

Elia Santini: again, drinks tonight? 

Elia Santini: bueller? bueller? 

Luchino: I’m in 

Chicco Rodi: @elia we’re gonna try to play that one game from New Girl tonight 

Giovanni Garau: i fucking love new girl 

Federica Caciotti: doesn’t that revolve around American politicians 

Chicco Rodi: historical figures, please 

Chicco Rodi: and yes 

Federica Caciotti: interesting 

Sana Allagui: I’m coming just to watch you guys be confused 

Edoardo Incanti: when is this starting 

Chicco Rodi: may or may not be four drinks in 

Edoardo Incanti: is2g 

— 

Eleonora Sava to Giovanni Garau: is anyone at urs rn? I need a quiet place to study 

Giovanni Garau: no 

Giovanni Garau: why don’t you go home? 

Eleonora Sava: Eva will yell at me 

Eleonora Sava: and edo forgot one of my books there earlier when he picked them up I’m sorry 

Giovanni Garau: ok i’m leaving right now 

Giovanni Garau: door’s unlocked but please be quick our neighbor will steal everything we own  

Eleonora Sava: eva’s right you are an angel 

—

Federico Canegallo to Edoardo Incanti: are you coming home or nah 

Edoardo Incanti: went to gio’s to study 

Edoardo Incanti: back later 

Federico Canegallo: do you even need to study this much for the one test you still have 

Federico Canegallo: I don’t understand you 

—

Edoardo Incanti to Eva Brighi: ele is exhausted please don’t yell at her when she gets upstairs 

Eva Brighi: … 

Eva Brighi: fine 

Eva Brighi: but only cuz you said please 

— 

Eva Brighi renamed the group 41 days and 41 nights in relationship wilderness ladies and germs 

— 

Eva Brighi to Eleonora Sava: Marti wants to know if you want anything for breakfast he and Nico are going out 

Eva Brighi: he also called me lazy for not getting off the couch to ask you in person 

Eva Brighi: will you yell at him for that pls 

— 

Silvia Mirabella to *plays Baby K even harder*: drinks here tonight for those of us who are feeling reckless or actually are done with midterms 

Silvia Mirabella: starting at 21 but we’re getting Thai at 19 if anyone wants to join 

Chicco Rodi: can u be both? 

Silvia Mirabella: yea that’s allowed 

Chicco Rodi: sick 

Elia Santini: if we want Thai but don’t feel like actually going to the Thai place 

Silvia Mirabella: no 

— 

Silvia Mirabella sent a link to silvietta.sil, profile on PayPal to Le MAT&T: fund drinks for tonight pls and thanks  

Federica Caciotti renamed the group Le Mom’s not buying the booze anymore 

Silvia Mirabella: funny 

Federica Caciotti sent a link to federicarica, profile on PayPal: fund my career launch into comedy pls and thanks 

— 

Federico Canegallo to do NOT speak to me about the scooter: fifa tourney @ 15? 

Elia Santini: ye 

Giovanni Garau: taking my last midterm but I can be there at like 16:30 

Federico Canegallo: lame 

Chicco Rodi: will I actually get to play today sir 

Luchino: sounds good 

Rocco Martucci: do any of you actually go to class 

Elia Santini: @chicco @rocco no

Chicco Rodi: fuck you @elia

Martino Rametta: same with gio but Nico says he’ll be there at 15 

Martino Rametta: he’s wondering if you’ll have snacks or no 

Federico Canegallo: tell the little fucker he can die before eating all of my good pretzels again 

Martino Rametta: he says bite me 

Federico Canegallo: @edo hello???? 

Federico Canegallo: update edo is still sleeping but told me to tell you all he’s going to kick your asses 

Elia Santini: fat fucking chance, charms 

— 

Eva Brighi to Eleonora Sava: making coffee would you like some 

— 

Edoardo Incanti to Eleonora Sava: hi please tell me you actually went to bed last night instead of studying more 

Eleonora Sava: I did 

Edoardo Incanti: ok good 

Edoardo Incanti: when are you taking it 

Eleonora Sava: tomorrow 

Edoardo Incanti: are you feeling better about it than you were yesterday? 

Eleonora Sava: yes 

Eleonora Sava: thank you 

Edoardo Incanti: of course 

Edoardo Incanti: i’d offer to let you come study here again but fede and chicco want to play fifa 

Edoardo Incanti: lucky fuckers are already done with their midterms 

Edoardo Incanti: but if you need someone to study with again, I’ll take on the task 

Eleonora Sava: how kind of you 

Eleonora Sava: I’m ok tho 

Edoardo Incanti: if you’re sure 

— 

Eva Brighi to Eleonora Sava: are you down for Thai or no? 

Eva Brighi: because now is the time to say something if ur not 

Eva Brighi: silvia is Determined to get spring rolls 

Eva Brighi: I think only you could stop her 

Eva Brighi: sana tried suggesting that Salvadorian place but sil shut her down hard 

Eva Brighi: come save us from tyranny pls 

—

Chicco Rodi to *plays Baby K even harder*: just wanted to publicly make it known that I kicked Fede and Elia’s asses at fifa 

Sana Allagui: ladies we’ve been demoted to peanut gallery

Sana Allagui: this is a federal offense 

Eva Brighi: @chicco I’ll be impressed when you can beat ele at mario kart

Federica Caciotti: same 

Martino Rametta: points were made

Silvia Mirabella: guys he might die lets not make him do that 

Sana Allagui: can we still take them to court 

Federica Caciotti: yes of course 

Eva Brighi: get ur fucking lawyer ready boys 

Luchino: wait court for what 

Giovanni Garau: grabbing the game cube when I go home this weekend 

Giovanni Garau: mario kart tourney Sunday night 

Federico Canegallo: um pay attention to this tourney pls and thanks 

Chicco Rodi: I’ve been challenged tho 

Chicco Rodi: and they’re suing us 

Federico Canegallo: I will smother you in ur sleep chicco PAY ATTENTION 

— 

Edoardo Incanti to Eleonora Sava: contrary to what the gc says it was mostly me who beat fede and Elia 

Eleonora Sava: color me even more impressed than I already said I was 

Edoardo Incanti: you didn’t say anything 

Eleonora Sava: exactly 

Edoardo Incanti: no one asked you to be sarcastic about it 

Edoardo Incanti: now what’s this about mario kart 

Eleonora Sava: don’t even try I will kick ur ass 

Edoardo Incanti: I’ll have you know I’ve won every single Incanti cousins mario kart tourney since we started doing them when I was like nine 

Eleonora Sava: its not that hard to beat Eva she’s shit 

Edoardo Incanti: we have other cousins ya know 

Eleonora Sava: did mario kart even exist when u were nine 

Edoardo Incanti: ya p sure

Eleonora Sava: hm 

Eleonora Sava: sounds dubious

Eleonora Sava: old 

Edoardo Incanti: hey 

— 

Eva Brighi to Le Mom’s not buying the booze anymore: yeah I think Thai is fine 

Sana Allagui: its not 

Eva Brighi: what’s not fine is hiding in ur room and not answering ur texts all day 

Federica Caciotti: ok so we’ve gotten through procrastination ele and annoyed ele and now we’re on to hermit ele 

Federica Caciotti: we’ve almost completed the cycle 

Silvia Mirabella: is she alive can you tell 

Silvia Mirabella: sana shut up about the food for a sec 

Sana Allagui: ok easy for u when ur the one that’s winning 

Eva Brighi: yeah I’ve heard her go to the bathroom once or twice but she hasn’t come out besides that 

Eva Brighi: I’ve texted her several times and when I call she sends me to voicemail 

Sana Allagui: have you like knocked on the door 

Eva Brighi: I may be an idiot but I’m not stupid Sana 

Eva Brighi: of course I have 

Eva Brighi: ele if you’re reading this knock on ur wall twice 

Eva Brighi: ok she did it. love you ele please come out and eat something  

—

Chicco Rodi to *plays Baby K even harder*: @ele so are you going to beat my ass in mario kart or not 

Chicco Rodi: you didn’t say anything 

Chicco Rodi: i need to kno how many blows my pride is gonna take this week 

Federico Canegallo: ok you are preemptively anticipating ele beating you when gio’s beating you right now 

Federico Canegallo: you’re not even playing anymore ffs 

Chicco Rodi: some things you just have to accept fede 

Edoardo Incanti: who the fuck says preemptively anticipate 

Eva Brighi: don’t be jealous just bc some fede sounds fancier than you 

Edoardo Incanti: is this bc I insulted ur vocabulary yesterday 

— 

Sana Allagui to Eleonora Sava: not responding to hermit ele takes some strength 

Sana Allagui: is everything ok?

— 

Edoardo Incanti: appalled 

Edoardo Incanti: dubious 

Edoardo Incanti: preemptive 

Edoardo Incanti: anticipation 

Eleonora Sava: no I am not arguing with you about this 

Eleonora Sava: I’m studying 

Eleonora Sava: unlike some people 

Edoardo Incanti: mm ok point taken  

—

Sana Allagui to Le Mom’s not paying for the booze anymore: ok Eva w/e you’ve done to piss ele off has extended to me 

Sana Allagui: she’s not responding to my texts 

Eva Brighi: well what did you say 

Eva Brighi: also she’s not pissed off she’s Stressed 

Eva Brighi: i’m Stressed 

Sana Allagui: I asked if she was ok 

Sana Allagui: n she didn’t say anything  

Silvia Mirabella: ele knock twice on the wall again if ur stressed 

Silvia Mirabella: eva did she do it 

Eva Brighi: no 

Eva Brighi: her phone’s going straight to voicemail now I think it’s off 

Silvia Mirabella: damn 

Silvia Mirabella: frontal assault into her room? 

Eva Brighi: I have a better idea 

— 

Eva Brighi to Edoardo Incanti: hey

—

Eleonora Sava to marti make sure nico cleans out the lint filter on the dryer or I will cut you: someone please water the plants on the veranda 

Eleonora Sava: I just realized that I didn’t get to them this morning and they’re sitting directly in the sun 

Martino Rametta: i would totally do it but I am not home atm 

Eva Brighi: I have a good idea for you 

Eva Brighi: you could come out and do it yourself 

Eva Brighi: ele? 

— 

Martino Rametta to Eva Brighi: everything ok with ele? 

Eva Brighi: you’ve been gone all day I forgot 

Eva Brighi: she isn’t coming out of her room or answering her texts 

Martino Rametta: oh so Test Ele 

Eva Brighi: I think its worse than usual 

— 

Martino Rametta to Eleonora Sava: hi i would request that you set aside your books and take ten deep breaths 

Martino Rametta: nico seconds me 

Eleonora Sava: :/ 

Martino Rametta: eva did water the plants on the veranda she sent me a pic 

Eleonora Sava: :) 

— 

Edoardo Incanti to Eva Brighi: sorry I was talking to nonna 

Edoardo Incanti: she wants us to come over soon 

Eva Brighi: like today soon? 

Edoardo Incanti: no like in a few weeks 

Eva Brighi: ok 

Eva Brighi: wait aren’t you guys doing fifa right now 

Edoardo Incanti: does that make me incapable of texting nonna 

Eva Brighi: she doesn’t text 

Edoardo Incanti: calling nonna then w/e 

Eva Brighi: edoardo incanti did you actually speak to our grandmother or are you bsing me 

Edoardo Incanti: i promise I did I’m just very tired atm 

Eva Brighi: ok lover boy I’ll let it slide this time 

Eva Brighi: text ele for me I haven’t heard or seen her all day and I’m getting worried 

Edoardo Incanti: weird she’s been texting me 

Eva Brighi: of fucking course 

Edoardo Incanti: is everything ok? 

Eva Brighi: she’s being a recluse 

Eva Brighi: I’ve found that she gets like this around tests its p usual 

Eva Brighi: but this feels off I’m worried 

— 

Edoardo Incanti: in order to properly be a recluse you have to turn your phone off you know 

Eleonora Sava: I have no idea what ur talking about 

Edoardo Incanti: Eva says she hasn’t heard from you all day 

Edoardo Incanti: you haven’t been responding in the gc 

Edoardo Incanti: but you’ve been texting me 

Edoardo Incanti: don’t recluses avoid all contact w the outside world 

Eleonora Sava: whoever said I was trying to be a recluse 

Edoardo Incanti: is everything ok? 

Eleonora Sava: yes 

Eleonora Sava: why wouldn’t it be 

Edoardo Incanti: i’m coming over 

Eleonora Sava: you don’t need to 

Edoardo Incanti: i am tho 

Eleonora Sava: edo 

Eleonora Sava: edo seriously you don’t have to 

Eleonora Sava: edo pick up your damn phone 

— 

Edoardo Incanti to Eva Brighi: are you home? 

Eva Brighi: ya 

Edoardo Incanti: come buzz me in 

Eva Brighi: she’s not gonna let you in I’ve tried that 

Edoardo Incanti: w/e just do it pls 

— 

Federico Canegallo: where did you go 

Edoardo Incanti: ele’s 

Federico Canegallo: ok 

Federico Canegallo: not gonna finish the tourney? 

Edoardo Incanti: we played for like two and a half hours I think that’s enough

Federico Canegallo: ok 

Federico Canegallo: are you gonna come to drinks 

Edoardo Incanti: depends 

Federico Canegallo: ok 

Federico Canegallo: tell her to feel better 

— 

Eva Brighi to Le Mom’s not buying the booze anymore: ok better idea is here now 

Sana Allagui: don’t tell me you got edo to come over 

Silvia Mirabella: eva now is not the time to try to set them up 

Sana Allagui: it’s brilliant 

Eva Brighi: ok contrary to popular (silvia’s) belief chicco and I are NOT crazy for trying to set them up 

Eva Brighi: n this isn’t part of that 

Eva Brighi: they are friends and friends are allowed to do shit like care about each other 

Federica Caciotti: and have romantic feelings for one another 

Eva Brighi: not! the! point!

— 

Silvia Mirabella to *plays Baby K even harder*: numbers for Thai? 

Luchino: me

Elia Santini: ok the tourney’s almost done 

Elia Santini: you’re sure you won’t bring any to us 

Silvia Mirabella: we are going back to mine after this why would we bring it all the way to fede’s 

Chicco Rodi: me for Thai 

Giovanni Garau: same 

Martino Rametta: me n nico too 

Elia Santini: traitors 

Martino Rametta: we literally are already done with the tourney you’re just a sore loser and want to play until you win a game 

Elia Santini: ur exposing me 

Elia Santini: i will eat ur firstborn 

Silvia Mirabella: edo? fede? 

Federico Canegallo: nah I am gonna pity play Elia until he wins 

Elia Santini: fuck you 

— 

Edoardo Incanti to Silvia Mirabella: any chance you could make a stop here after Thai 

Silvia Mirabella: no i literally just told Elia I’m not going to yours 

Edoardo Incanti: at ele’s 

Silvia Mirabella: oh 

Silvia Mirabella: yeah of course 

Silvia Mirabella: what do you guys want 

Edoardo Incanti: the drunken noodles and that one yellow curry 

Silvia Mirabella: will do 

Silvia Mirabella: is ele ok? 

Edoardo Incanti: yeah she’s alright 

Silvia Mirabella: tell her I’m glad she’s ok 

— 

Eva Brighi to Edoardo Incanti: how’s ele 

Edoardo Incanti: hungry 

Eva Brighi: we’ll stop by soon 

Eva Brighi: almost done I promise 

Eva Brighi: besides that? 

Edoardo Incanti: she yelled at me for a bit for coming over n got mad when I took away her textbook 

Edoardo Incanti: but then she calmed down 

Edoardo Incanti: currently on the porch 

Edoardo Incanti: she’s v concerned about the plants 

Edoardo Incanti: says you did a shit job of watering them 

Eva Brighi: that is what she wants to say rn 

Eva Brighi: so picky 

Eva Brighi: is she feeling better? 

Edoardo Incanti: i think so 

Edoardo Incanti: really remains to be see tho 

Edoardo Incanti: she’s very stressed 

Eva Brighi: ok 

Eva Brighi: keep me updated 

— 

Silvia Mirabella to Edoardo Incanti: i come bearing food 

Silvia Mirabella: buzz me in pls 

— 

Federico Canegallo to *plays Baby K even harder*: we’ll be over soon 

Eva Brighi: cool we started w/o you 

— 

Eva Brighi to Le Mom’s not paying for the booze anymore: mission check on ele post drinks is a go 

Eva Brighi: I might be too drunk for this but w/e

Eva Brighi: all the lights are off 

Eva Brighi: it’s quiet 

Eva Brighi: checking her room 

Eva Brighi: oh! 

Eva Brighi: they are asleep 

Sana Allagui: they 

Silvia Mirabella: they?

Eva Brighi: yes edo is here still 

Sana Allagui: nice 

Federica Caciotti: how does ele look 

Eva Brighi: relaxed 

Sana Allagui: are they snuggling 

Eva Brighi: yes 

Eva Brighi: its v cute 

— 

Eva Brighi renamed the group ok they were snuggling last night are we still in the relationship wilderness, who knows? day 1 

Chicco Rodi: sorry they were what last night 

[abbacchiosbelt]

So, this may be somewhat out of character, but maybe not. I have this wish? headcanon? idea? Imagine Dio and Giorno actually met at some point after the events of part five. I (want to) think that Giorno might have been able to help soften his father's demeanor. We saw, at least in PB that he realizes and regrets how much he resembles his father in his later years. Giorno is good at reading people and he wouldn't put up with Dio's antics should he get out of hand, and remind (1/3)

Him, ‘Hey, you’re being unreasonable,’ and keep him in check. They fought once, but when Dio caught a glimpse of GER, he immediately backed off. After that, they would sometimes have arguments, that eventually evolved into witty banter. (2/3)I can see Dio eventually admitting to his son that, ‘I think some of Jonathan’s genes rubbed off on you,’ and give a quiet ‘Thank you’ for being so patient and understanding of him. His father believed that he just mumbled it to himself, but Giorno managed to catch it. He would smile but wouldn’t mention it and savor the moment. (3/3)oh, i’m an absolute sucker for domestic stuff, so i love theories and headcanons about dio and giorno meeting and dio trying to be... well, some sort of dad. you know when gio pulled out GER dio was like ‘oh shit nvm lol’ but also like ‘hey u still got that uhhhhhh arrow’

i think polnareff would have to be out of the equation for this kind of thing to happen but... it’s an interesting thought!

[jlf23tumble]

Episode 14 made me incredibly sad that my judging ot3 is no more, booooo, but it also cemented how much this whole thing is rigged, so I’m here for it. I mean, it’s pretty obvious both from the edit itself and from the connections behind the contestants getting through to the live shows, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the primo Louis content and the general garbage I’m here for! This recap is dedicated to @newleafover and @justlarried in particular and to anyone else who finds it all as entertaining as I do, too. I promise, they’ll be shorter after this!

Louis’s been told who to put through (Brendan), and he’ll do it (of course he will, he’s a pro), but I’d bet solid $$ he’s also doing whatever he can to help the ones he had to boot (J SOL) on the DL.

We pick up where we left off last night, with rosy-cheeked Brendan. "I'm excited about this," whispers Liam before Brendan starts. ORLY? Not me, I’m increasingly annoyed by him, lmao. Nile’s face as this performance goes on gives me life because it more or less telegraphs, “This kid? This one's the one Simon wants to win this bullshit? Alrighty then.”

Me as Liam midway through this performance (his commentary at the end of it = “Really great, really great”):

Everything about this show is heavily, ham-fistedly edited, and I have to believe some of these facial expressions are copied/pasted from other performances because you literally cannot bop your head to the slowest version ever of “Nothing Compares 2 U,” Liam.

Anyway, when it’s over, Nile announces, “That song was written by a dear friend,” and god, it only reminds me of just how many people he’s worked with, the career he’s had. I can only pray that all three of them had incredibly deep conversations throughout the rest of the night, sigh.

Will I ever tire of Dermot looking vaguely hot and telling us super obvious shit, like, “Now comes the hard part, where Louis, Nile, and Liam have to decide which four go through to the live shows.” (spoiler: no):

Will I ever tire of Louis and Liam low-key bickering and talking over each other about trivial things? (spoiler: hellz no):

Nile says, “I'll have to be honest with you, man, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes,” and I laff and laff because I read it on at least three levels.

CAN I DIE NOW because Louis is seemingly the only judge who hangs out with Dermot (related: someone buy these blue-eyed British boys some shades, and Dermot some sunscreen):

This is a farce, but Louis is ethereal, holy shit, he’s so emotional, so connected to all of these boys and what this ultimately means to them. Dalton is in (yay!), Thomas is out (boo, and boy, is he beet-red from both the sun and emotions), Armstrong is in, J Sol is out (BOO), Anthony is in (meh), and Brendan is in (MEH).

The best part of the chat with Brendan was Louis fairly emotionlessly saying, “I thought long and hard about this decision,” lmaooooooo. The other best part is that Brendan is the only one we see talking to his family about this shockingly great news, thanks, editors--got it!

Shitty editing means that the feedback overlaps among the boys, so you can't tell who Louis’s talking to or about, but on the plus side, lots of coodles with thumbs planted firmly in shoulders, no matter if the person is in or out. I also love hearing his “hahahahahaha,” and the occasional "loads of love" complete with Harry Styles-style bow.

After Mark Wahlberg’s British cousin Anthony is in, we get a lot of tears (and WOW, does Louis look like his mum in this whole segment :-\ ), a spot-on Anthony impression, Anthony kissing his neck, and something you won’t see on various other blogs, ahem:

Godspeed, Liam, sobbbbb, I miss you and your eyebrows and your gold watch so goddamned much:

We head back to Ayda/Robbie’s house for the overs, and I’ll keep this short because I really, REALLY do not care. Except to say I bet Ayda wishes Liam’s album had been released in time for this fancy pool party (in which nobody swims because it’s literally designed for children):

Ayda’s group does yoga outside because of course they do, and it’s meant to be wacky, loony fun based on the shitty music/edit, but it’s more pointless than anything else. I soothe myself during all of this by thinking about that pool, sigh:

The guest judges are Leona Lewis and Adam Lambert, who are both beautiful (Adam especially) and about ten thousand times more helpful than David Walliams, I mean, these two at least have lived it. And speaking of David, I’m still not over the entire leather daddy thing last night at Robbie’s house, and how it seemed to be played off as a joke? Was that a fever dream? Who else saw that and wants to explain it to me??

Anyway, back to Ayda, and I’m bored thinking about the overs, so here’s a real brief rundown: Janice and Ola were both outstanding; Ricky and Louise were both boring; Gio is ~not my fave, he looks like carrot top cosplaying Harry Styles, and I keep hearing Louis from the auditions describing his act as more musical theater than actual rock, and I’ve never felt more connected to him, sigh. Danny is very sunburned and sweaty, but he does all right...feels Bradford wedding singer to me, which is what I think he is? Very on brand, lol.

Thank Christ the actual singing is over, so we can get to the good stuff, i.e., Dermot in a tight v-neck sweater whispering in Ayda's backyard, and all the contestants pensively wandering the estate in the dark (I don’t know why it’s so hilarious, but it really, REALLY is):

I low-key want Ayda’s (knock-off) Versace...maybe it's real? Who cares, I love it, and here she is, instantly regretting putting Gio through:

Anyway, Janice, Ola, Danny, and fucking GIO are in, and  Ricky and Louise are out (this is so noncontroversial as to seem obvious).

In lots of ways, the overs are channeling Harry’s fashion from years gone by, so it seems kind of fitting to hear “Sign of the Times” in the background (I’m glad Harry gets some $$). “Gotta get away from here…” LMAOOOOOOOOO.

Next week are the live shows, and I can’t wait to see what happens! Nothing really will, but Louis’s promising fun times, so I’m there. Except I’m not because I have a house guest in town, and he’s a massive Harry fan, but I doubt I can make him watch this garbage show, so my recap will come on Tuesday.

[shippuudashing]

19 & 32 maybe?

19. One wish? Aaah I wanna meet you and bru so badly. That's the only thing I can think of

32. Favourite show? If it's real life then I would say one day at a time but if it's anime I would say jjba or Charlotte

Also reminder that ilysm gio thank u

[dawnofaqua]

Season Greetings (Aquameron)

AND THIS IS FINALLY HERE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. It’s way shorter than my usual writing but what the heck, I think it’s supersweet and I promised this fandom some content for weeks, so HERE YA GO. It’s based on the season reunion, since a few weeks ago someone actually asked to read of someone cheering up Kameron after it.

Huge thanks to my love @aqlemonade that basically decided the title of this fic because I had no idea how to call it lmao LOVE U BABE

With a deep sigh, Kameron sat down in front of the mirror. Well, that didn’t quite go as expected: who knew Dusty and Monique felt so strongly about her? 

All of her life she had been the outsider, the quiet one - especially with people she respected. She couldn’t help but think about all the different ways she could mess up what she was gonna say or do, to the point where she simply decided to stay silent most of the times, unless she felt really comfortable with other people. That was the same with the other queens: for the whole show she talked very little, even if she still managed to get to know Eureka and form a bond with her, but only until they were all starting to travel around for the viewing party that Kameron could say she was starting to develop some kind of friendship with them. When they arrived to film the reunion, right after the finale, Kameron was happy and enthusiastic: they were finally able to spend some time together in Los Angeles between one filming and the other, all fourteen of them, and so far it had been fun - little did she know that she would end up getting attacked by both Dusty and Monique for being so silent. It came out without a warning during the recording of the reunion, and even after the few days in Los Angeles where she thought she had been kind towards every one of the girls, apparently she was wrong.

It was a very harsh wake up call; she had a lot to think about once the filming was done, and it didn’t help that none of the girls thought she had what it takes to win. Yes, Kameron decided to audition for the show without thinking too much of it, she was sure she wasn’t gonna get picked - but then it happened, and now she was standing in the top four. After the whole journey she was proud of herself, and she wanted the recognition from her sisters of her talent.

Kameron started wiping her makeup off, as quick as possible: she was the first to arrive in the changing room and she hoped the other girls would take their time chatting with each other, because she really wasn’t in the mood to talk now, even less than usual. She had to think about what just happened and how to deal with it… but she surely couldn’t do it now, not when the wound was still fresh.

She was staring at her reflection in the mirror, rubbing the wipe on her face with the most strength she ever used to do it, when the door opened and Aquaria came in. Her look was one of the funniest of the night to Kameron, and she even laughed once Aquaria showed her the “Stunning” rings she had on her hands - but now it only reminded her of Monique and the whole drama that had just happened.

She always thought Aquaria and her had a good relationship, but right now even her own mother could walk in and Kameron would tense, worried: should she smile at her? Should she say something? She didn’t know what was better, and in the end she did what she would always do: she kept staring at the mirror, doing her job.

Aquaria didn’t say anything: she sat down next to her, placing the hat on the table in front of her and fixing the wig with her hands. Kameron relaxed after a few seconds; there was something quite calming with Aquaria’s presence: maybe because she was the youngest one and even if she was probably one of the most confident in the group, there was still some kind of softness to her that, once discovered, made people really like her. It wasn’t a mystery that once they started recording the season almost no one liked Aquaria, but the more time passed, the more everyone could see that she was just a huge dork, and one of the sweetest around. She was mature enough to own up to her mistakes and try to make it better, something Kameron was really impressed with - something she wanted to do as well about that whole situation.

“You okay?”

Aquaria’s voice broke the silence, and Kameron was so much in her head that she was taken by surprise by it - to the point she almost lost her balance on the chair. Aquaria was as quick as possible to place a hand on it, trying to stop her from falling down, then she laughed a little.

“Damn, am I suddenly that scary?”

Kameron smiled at her; even a simple joke like that was enough to make her feel a little better. Maybe she took the whole thing too badly since now she was expecting every girl to be awkward around her, but seeing Aquaria being as comfortable as usual was cathartic. It surely made her feel like she could talk to her, at least more than she could talk to Monique or Dusty who now were probably not interested in hearing from her, at least not so soon.

“I was just thinking. You’re too tiny to be scary.”

Aquaria pouted at her answer, earning a smile from Kameron. Being around the younger queen was like drinking a fresh glass of water: it was difficult not to like the way she rambled or stuttered during interviews, the puns she could come up in two seconds or simply her smile, so bright and big that immediately made everyone want to smile as well.

“Sharon won’t be happy about it.”

She joked then, while starting to wipe the makeup from her face as well. That let Kameron take her eyes off the mirror again, even if from time to time she would glance over at her: if at first she wanted nothing more but to be alone, now she was actually happy to be able to act as she usually did in that kind of situation.

For a while they just kept wiping their makeup off, Kameron even took off the head piece and the wig she had on her head with a sigh of relief - the more time passed, the more Dane was showing up under Kameron.

“How are you holding up?”

Aquaria, or Giovanni since she almost didn’t have any makeup on anymore, finally spoke again. This time the voice lacked of any kind of humor while he placed his hand on Dane’s, giving it a light squeeze.

It was always kind of weird seeing his eyes so serious and worried. The thought that Giovanni was actually concerned about him made his heart warm up: that was the only thing he needed. Someone to look after him, and even if that was coming from someone ten years younger than him, Dane still felt protected. Gio’s hand was warm, and suddenly the whole discussion that happened before came down on him again pretty hard. He let out a shaky sigh, looking again in the mirror just to try and remain calm.

“I’m okay… more or less.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Dane bit his lip, shaking his head a little. What more could be said? He clearly did something wrong if both Dusty and Monique felt as if he didn’t want a friendship with them, but he still thought that the whole situation was uncalled for. If they only told him how they were feeling, things could’ve been settled way before and without all the drama that was gonna air in a few weeks; that not only meant that he was gonna feel shitty about it the whole day, but that the whole world would see it as well and she could already see all the messages she was gonna receive. It wasn’t anything new, since the season aired every one of the girls were getting some kind of hate - some more than others, and even if at the start Kameron wasn’t one of those, now that she was in the top four people were way more aggressive than ever. While he tried to ignore it as much as possible because he didn’t even get it as bad as other girls, Dane was still affected by it. The thought of the messages he would surely find on his Instagram once the reunion aired made him nervous, enough for Giovanni to notice apparently, because the hand that was on his own at first slipped up on his arm, until he felt it gently grabbing his shoulder.

“Hey. Everything will be alright, I can assure you.”

Dane glanced at him; Giovanni really looked sure of it, while he wasn’t at all. Yes, he was gonna talk to both Monique and Dusty, but what if they didn’t really want to make up? And what about the whole world that was gonna judge him for something they didn’t experience in the first place, from an episode of a tv show that lasted an hour?

“I don’t know. People are gonna be upset.”

Giovanni shrugged.

“They always are when they don’t understand something or someone. Let them be upset, whatever they feel is none of your business.”

He made it so simple; Gio never looked bothered by the comments he received on social medias. At the start of the season he was one of the queens to get the worst since people thought he was a stuck up bitch, but his only reaction was rolling his eyes at his phone and simply block whoever was saying nasty things about him. Now it was kinda funny, since the more the season progressed the more people started to like Aquaria, because Dane was sure they wished they didn’t say anything.

But to Dane that wasn’t simple at all. Yes, he could ignore the comments and the message, he could not answer them and simply go on with his life… but from time to time, when he was alone and sad, they would come back to haunt him, to tell him that he wasn’t good enough.

“I suppose I just need some time.”

He simply said. He didn’t want to throw all of his thoughts on Giovanni, it didn’t feel right in the moment. Even then, the younger one squeezed his shoulder for a second.

“Of course. Today be sad, be nervous, be scared - but everything in the end will be alright. If it isn’t, then it’s not the end.”

Those words made Dane chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a quote from someone very famous.”

Giovanni smiled at him, giving Dane a little pinch on the arm while he started to undress. Dane decided to do the same; the faster he was, the sooner he could get out of there and at least get a good night of sleep to process everything that had happened.

“Well who cares, it’s still true.”

The other girls’ voices were now near the door, and hearing them Dane sped up with the process of de-dragging. He really didn’t want to deal with them, he wasn’t sure on how they would interact with him now - he could already feel the sense of awkwardness taking over him.

To his surprise, Giovanni signed him to slow down a bit. Dane wanted to tell him that he didn’t want to stay in there - but apparently the other one stopped looking at him as soon as the door opened to let the other girls in.

The whole atmosphere was weird; some were talking, others immediately went to their stations to change… and Dusty and Monique glanced over at him, even if Dane faked not seeing them. He knew that it wasn’t the best thing to do, that he should go immediately to them and talk about what happened, but he wasn’t really in the mood.

He was ready to simply change and go to his hotel room after those few moments of silence - awkward enough to make him feel uncomfortable and hope that the ground would swallow him - when Giovanni, who was already wearing his shorts and was in the middle of putting a white tank top on, looked at him with the brightest smile he’d ever seen from him.

“Hey Dane! Have any plans for tonight?”

Dane looked at him completely puzzled for a few seconds, confused. They were talking just a few minutes before, why the sudden question now?

He could feel the eyes of some of the girls on him and his face getting a little hotter when he shook his head. He then cleared his throat, worried his voice might come out shaky and insecure.

“No, I was just thinking of relaxing a bit today.”

Giovanni snorted dramatically, while he fixed his hair, then he slapped Dane’s arm - not even too lightly. More confused than ever, Dane answered with a quiet “ow” more of surprise than pain.

“How old are you, fifty? You’re coming out for drinks with me, and I don’t accept no as an answer.”

It was suddenly clear what he was doing: he wanted everyone to know that he didn’t have a problem with how Dane was, that he accepted him for how he was. The thought made him smile a bit: what kind of universe was it, where Aquaria had Kameron’s back instead of Eureka? Clearly a weird one, at least in anyone’s else eyes, but to him it was just pleasant enough to make him nod energetically.

“As you wish sir. Just let me finish changing and we can go.”

Giovanni smirked, suddenly closer than before, and he placed a soft kiss on Dane’s cheek. He didn’t move, surprised, he didn’t even react in any way even if his heart was instantly beating way faster than before. He couldn’t process the whole thing, because Giovanni was now back where he was before, as fast as possible.

“Good. I’ll wait for you outside, don’t make me wait too much! And don’t worry, they will get over it. I know you’re a good person, you should remember it as well.”

Giovanni’s voice suddenly lowered so much that Dane almost didn��t hear him - but as soon as he realized what he said, a sudden, genuine smile appeared on his lips. His eyes got watery as well while Giovanni just smiled: he probably didn’t realize how much it meant to Dane to hear that right now, when he was feeling the worst trash in the room.

He waved at Giovanni, and once he was alone he realized that maybe things weren’t gonna be that bad if there was someone there the whole time ready to support him.

[mentalcurls]

4. Il tuo ragazzo lo sa che ci scriviamo?

So, episode 4, our first glimpse of actual, real life, blood and bones Edoardo Incanti and the actual beginning of most of Eva’s troubles. For a hot minute I thought I wouldn’t actually have much to say about this episode, then Silvia happened and I wrote more than half a page about her. Keep reading for a discussion of catwalks, the first time Filippo Sava is mentioned ever and the results for the Bechdel test!

post sex cuddles for Eva and Gio is doing a staring contest

I like a woman who knows how to exploit a man’s weaknesses, like pulling the hair on his legs

wow, Gio’s subconscious must be a really weird place if that’s what he dreams about when it’s about Eva, her saying she wants to be a group of strangers’ slut, how edifying

“Oh, everyone calls her that [Osana bin Laden]” *grandma’s voice comes out of nowhere: “so if everyone went and jumped off a cliff would you follow them”?* *a wild Niccolò Fares dressed as Marty McFly teleports himself there from 3.5 Ammucchiate to make his “I’m disappointed by your generalizations” face at Gio*

I mean, Eva, maybe telling Gio Sana told you to break up with him won’t make him like her more, but that’s just my opinion

“Va bene, grazie, grazie mille, ciao, fantastico” Eva, that’s not how you pretend you’re not hiding something, that’s how you talk to the dentist’s secretary on the phone when you make an appointment

poor Gio, thrown out just in his underwear, no pants, no shoes, as if there wasn’t time to put them on at least when Eva could have simply gone to the bathroom and made a lot of noise to throw her mom off and let Gio leave with some dignity at least

I mean, that’s the guy who brings you crepes at 2 am Eva, you should treat him a bit better

“Oh God, Edoardo is here, don’t look” and all four of them look, like, C’MON!

I maintain that Edoardo/Giancarlo is cute, but nothing special, really, nothing worth having girls turn their heads for, especially when he snorts

that catwalk is nothing to turn your nose up at, tough

I was unsure about this for a bit because she doesn’t like that Gio doesn’t care that much about being widely accepted and considered cool at school, but Eva doesn’t care about being popular either, she simply wants positive female relationships with her peers, except that she was used to being one of the cool girls when she was friends with Laura, so some of that lingers

“Sometimes she reminds me of Cersei Lannister” only sometimes, Silvia?

Marti is wearing his blue jacket 😭

“Do you know a ‘Giulia Med’ on Instagram?” is this LudoBesse trying to plant some kind of Julian Dahl??? OMG

Eva laughs when Marti says that there’s a girl stalking him, but then she gets called a stalker herself and her face goes “Nope. Nope.”

poor Gio, he really has to fish for that invitation to dinner

I can’t imagine the anxiety very message from Canegallo gives her, because Giovanni is right there, and we know from his dismissive comment on Rocco Martucci to Silvia the previous episode (and Eva probably has known it far longer) that he doesn’t understand trying to get in with the cool clique, so he won’t get it, he’ll just assume the worst

not that Canegallo helps out with that. I get, you’re cool, you’re popular, you can have any girl you want and Eva is sending you mixed signals, so you’re pursuing her… except is all of that true? No! We already know almost nobody knew him at the Easter party cause Eva had look for him for ages, he has to have gotten that Eva didn’t go up to him because she’s into him, so the only “mixed signal” is the likes on Instagram, which is something a hundred girls have probably done before, Eva’s answers to hi DMs are vague… really, dude, don’t you see you’re projecting your own attraction onto her?

And anyways, why the fuck are you acting like such a creep? You’re “excited” she’s stalking you? Why has every girl who’s come before Eva let you get away with shit like that? Why doesn’t your girlfriend teach you any better? Oh wait, yeah, because that’s just boys being boys 🙄🙄🙄

Gio senses there’s something off… so why would you think Eva doesn’t sense something is off with you when you keep stuff from her?

Gio 😀 laughing 😀 at 😀 Eva’s 😀 new 😀 friends 😀 after 😀 pestering 😀 her 😀 to 😀 get 😀 new 😀 ones 😀 for 😀 ages 😀 I’m fine, really

those last few lines, when sex is treated as a bargaining chip and Eva’s mean for withholding it and Gio is considered whipped because he keeps things Eva has asked him not to say for himself… 🤦🏻‍♀️

Silvia’s absolute adoration for Eva for having managed in a day what she’s been trying to do for years (I’d bet at least since 2nd year, when Edoardo probably became cool) and get an in with the cool people. Poor child, how much did being your sister’s sister hurt you?

Sana’s “You all follow really predictable mating rules.” and Eleonora’s hesitation before saying “fregne” have the same energy. Yet neither of them backs off.

“Grigliamo la testa a Rodi”/”Let’s grill Rodi’s head” top notch group chat name (considering all the flak “Le matte” got from Gio earlier)

looking like “sfigate allucinanti”, the worst catastrophe that could possibly befall a group of outcast-ish girls who are widely considered losers already, seeing as one is a cheating whore, one is fat, one is hysterical, one is the new girl and then there’s Sana

“Everybody livin the vida loca in this group, huh?” Eva, you hate weed. You went on a crusade against your boyfriend because

Poor Silvia, panicking already. Sana, she doesn’t “talk a lot” she’s ANXIOUS, c’mon girl, you’re smarter than that

re: Silvia talking a lot and Silvia more in general, I couldn’t help but think of this post and the article it links to. Silvia is torn between being a cool girl, the one everyone adores, so the one who gets (in her idealized picture of it) all the respect, attention and love she craves, and being low-maintenance because she’s probably been taught that careful politeness of proper, refined girls, who don’t make scenes, always look perfect and never ask for too much (which has probably something to do with her sister Francesca as well). It doesn’t come naturally to her, so she ends up trying way too hard, sounding needy and talking too much and all the other things (mostly) Sana tells her to stop doing in the first few episodes.

And because she wants to get Edoardo, Silvia does her best to change herself into the low-maintenance girl: she’s fine with him just visualizing her texts, she’s fine with just sex with no date beforehand or anything, she’s fine with not going to his place even though it means have has lo lend her her family’s house, she’s fine with maybe coming and with maybe making Edoardo come, she’s fine with not using a condom even though she’s not on contraception. She’s low maintenance. Then he says those awful thing to her and she probably snaps, understands on some level that she’s not fine, but represses it as fuck and works to be even less maintenance, and ever more perfect: she curbs another kind of hunger, the hunger for food and starts going down the eating disorders road, until she has another breakdown. We see too little of her in S2 to gauge how she’s doing, but I hope the girls are helping her recover a bit, despite the fact that at the beginning they’re actually the ones who suggest toning herself down. ETA: this post is also kind of relevant to the work Silvia puts in to be attractive to Edoardo, in particular when it says “women are expected to aspire toward passivity while improving their bodies and minds for winning a sexual competition”.

Federica, on the other hand, is the exact opposite: she’s not afraid to take up space, physical or otherwise, she’s loud and unapologetic, she is hungry for food and for fun and for sex (see the spoon scene with Marti or the kiss to a stunned Chicco Rodi) and she’s not going to pretend she’s not to make people around her feel more comfortable; actually, she’s the one who most often makes people uncomfortable. It’s really good that Silvia has her and we never see Silvia complain about her like she does about Sana or Eva when they deviate from her ideal of who her friends should be.

So, after that rant, let’s go back to Fede leaving the girls speechless with her spiel about paying back the weed with sexual favors, which just proves the point I made above.

in the meantime, Eva lies unconvincingly to Gio, and I reiterate: Giovanni Garau con la U perché sei sardo, don’t you realize that if you can spot a lie in Eva’s words from the other side of Rome, she probably can spot your lies? So given how mad you get, how can you blame her for being angry and paranoid?

this is the catwalk episode, first the Villa guys outside school, everyone looking at them first, then just the girls squad minus Ele; now the girls, first down the deserted road (cause they’re not popular), then under Chicco Rodi’s and Canegallo’s watchful gaze

the disgusted look Eva gives Canegallo as soon as she gets in, good shit right there 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Sana surely draws attention to herself, which is not nice except that if she wasn’t so “unusual” she wouldn’t have caught Edoardo’s eye either and the girls wouldn’t have introduced themselves to him, so really, Silvia, shut up

ELEONORA VOLUNTARILY INTRODUCED HERSELF AND SHOOK EDOARDO’S HAND baby no (I mean, he’ll forget anyways, but for that exact reason honey, don’t)

Federico Canegallo laying it on thick from the very first moment, offering the girls salsicce and thank God Eva wasn’t alone or God knows what horrible, misogynistic pun he’d have made

WHO EVEN MAKES FRUIT PUNCH IN ITALY?

creepy Canegallo make another silent appearance cheering on Sara and Laura as they play beer pong so they can get drunker and drunker

the girls cheering on Silvia like it’s the final of the 2006 Football World Cup

aaaand creepy Canegallo being a creep

idk he just strikes me as a douche and rude and lewd so I just always find him creepy

oh, Fede, I know you’re just trying to be supportive, but girl, if your friend is uncertain about going with a boy or not, you should not push her! ffs, do they know nothing about consent? (Answering my own question: no!)

FILO! My lovely Filippo is calling! And Ele is all worried, rushing off and even leaving Eva alone, when we know she’d never do that if something wasn’t pretty seriously wrong… oh, Filo, what happened to you? I hope that Jack didn’t get hurt.

“You know, I mostly go out with my boyfriend.” a nice, natural, smooth way to throw that in, Eva.

Fede has her priorities straight: she drops the boy she was hoping to get the minute her friends need her, but she still goes and gets herself a kiss

Bechdel test: the episode passes the test. There’s the conversation outside school between Silvia and Eva then all the girls minus Eleonora get there and Sana roasts Silvia’s social media habits, but the rest of that scene is dominated by Edoardo and Federico, there’s the conversation between Eva and Eleonora as soon as they get to the party about Laura and Sara. Technically some parts of the conversation at the Baretto pass the test too, but it’s like two lines at a time (about the weed, about Silvia being talking too much), but 98% of that scene is dedicated to either the Villa guys, Edoardo or Fede’s friend who sells weed, plus there’s the phone chat between Eva and Gio.

This post is part of my complete series of meta about Skam Italia season 1.   If you’d like to read more of my thoughts about the other episodes, you can find the mastepost linked in the top bar on my blog under SKAMIT: EVA. Cheers!