Summary:

It was a Sunday in early March: Spring was almost around the corner, flowers were slowly waking up, greeting the earth with their beautiful, gentle colors. They started their sleepover traditions on a Saturday and it stuck: Every Saturday they stayed over at each other’s place, talking all night and sleeping until noon when their responsibilities would knock on their door and demand their attention.

But it was only nine am, when Sascha woke up, the sun softly caressing his face, the wind drawing little goosebumps on his skin.

Sascha turned to the side to watch Isi: He usually woke up first but let Isi sleep in. He would never admit it to anyone but he loved watching them sleep: She was beautiful in an almost ethereal way, harsh lines softened by pink lips. His eyes liked to follow the bridge of her nose, the brown curls on her forehead, the smudged eyeliner from the day before. He liked to watch them as if he was figuring them out: Surprising himself with new details every day, a birthmark he hadn’t noticed, a tiny scar he hadn’t caught before. She was like a sketch, something you needed to study intimately to truly get.

Isi is six years old when Umut is born. It’s one of her first memories.

If you have Insta, you might have seen how Sascha took care of Isi when she was hungover.

Now I'll turn the tables.

The plot here takes place after clip no. 35 "Be honest!".

By the way, I alternate with Isi's pronouns here too; it somehow doesn't feel right to use only he/him, just because Isi hasn't quite found herself yet at this point.

Anyway, enough talking.

I hope you like it a bit.

Get well soon

Sascha had spent the weekend doing woodwork so as not to have to think about Isi (which really wasn't easy, considering they are neighbours).

It had worked quite well in parts, but every time Sascha had walked past her door, he had felt a twinge in his chest.

Sometimes Sascha had then stood outside Isi's door for a minute or more, toying with the idea of knocking, of finally telling Isi how he felt about her, but he hadn't, of course. As hard as it was, Sascha really wanted to stop being treated like dirt. And that was now the consequence that not only Isi, but also Sascha had to endure.

It is simply unbelievably hard when Sascha has to forbid his heart exactly what he so hellishly longed for.

He longed for Isi.

-

It was almost seven when Sascha finally found the strength to stand up. He groaned in pain. His head hurt like hell. As he sat up tiredly, he yawned loudly. He had to cough once. His throat scratched uncomfortably and hurt. When he swallowed, he got a slight pain. And his whole body was shaking, even though he hadn't even opened the window.

His nose tickled unpleasantly, then he had to sneeze softly.

Sascha wanted to bang his head against the wall. He had really hoped not to get sick this winter.

Well, too soon, he thought in his mind.

Of course, he could still go to work now, but Sascha didn't want to risk it. He would end up infecting someone at work and that was the last thing he wanted.

Tired, he reached for his mobile phone and opened WhatsApp. His mum had written to him twenty minutes ago.

Good morning ☀️

Better put on something warm, it's cold. 🥶 I'm going shopping after work. Do you need anything?

Could you maybe go to the pharmacy? I need some throat lozenges.

While Sascha waited for an answer, he quickly called the company to call in sick for the day. Then he looked up Isi's number. Sascha hesitantly stared at the number. It took him half a minute before he dared to call.

He exhaled softly and stared at his room door while he waited, heart pounding, for Isi to answer the mobile. Impatiently, he drummed his fingers on his knee.

When the beeping stopped and he could hear a soft rustling, his heart stopped for a few seconds. "Morning." Isi sounded a little puzzled. Sascha cleared his throat nervously. "Morning." He bit his lips. "Is everything okay?" Uncertain, Sascha scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, don't really know ..." Another sneeze came. "Bless you." Sascha sniffled once softly. "Thanks." "Are you ill?" echoed Isi. "Mhm. That's why I'm calling," Sascha said. "I'm going to call the doctor right now so I can do a test. Just to be sure." "Okay, all right." replied Isi. "Call me when you get the results." "Will do." "I'll call the school right now and sign out for the day. Do you want me to come by later and bring you anything? Do you need anything?" Sascha almost dared to smile just a tiny bit. He felt his cheeks grow warm. But then he pulled himself together. "No, thanks. It's all right." "Are you sure? I can help you-" "Isi," Sascha interrupted quietly. "You don't have to, okay? I'm not going to die," Sascha assured her. At first Isi didn't answer. Sascha could only hear a sigh. "Okay.", Isi then replied. They didn't sound that satisfied. But Sascha couldn't think about that now. He rose from the bed and reached for the clothes still lying on his chair. "I'll go and change now." "Okay."

Again there was an uncomfortable silence. Sascha threw the clothes on the bed, then stared out the window. It was still pitch black.

"Sascha?"

God. Again Sascha's heart stopped for a few seconds. His thoughts were interrupted again by Isi's voice. "Mm?" Isi cleared her throat nervously. "I ..- um, well ... what I actually want to say ..." It was almost cute when Isi was awkward. Then he sighed. "Get well soon."

Sascha's heart warmed. Then he dared to smile a little after all. "Thank you, Isi." "Promise me you'll let me know if you need anything."

Something wanted to stop Sascha from doing that. But then again ...

Sascha sighed softly. "Okay." On the other hand, Sascha just couldn't refuse.

It was just incredibly difficult for him.

"Good.", Isi replied with satisfaction. "Go on. Go on to the doctor, I don't want to keep you any longer." Sascha couldn't help but laugh softly. But then he had to cough again. "See you, Isi." "See you."

-

Sascha was lucky that the test was negative. He really hadn't felt like being in quarantine. He could really be glad that it was just a classic cold. And although it was only a simple cold, Sascha felt quite drained. His throat hurt terribly, the throat tablets only helped to some extent. He often got headaches, and when his nose was closed and he wanted to get some air through his window, it didn't take long for his nose to start running again. The cough, on the other hand, was the least of his problems. Fortunately, drinking lots of tea helped him.

-

A ringing woke Sascha. Tired and confused, he opened his eyes as his brain realised that the doorbell had rung.

Grumbling, he turned to the other side. The doorbell rang again. Sascha groaned softly, then reluctantly rose from the bed. He put on his slippers and threw his yellow woollen blanket around his shoulders. He had to cough softly twice as he left his room to open the door.

Surprised, Sascha's eyes widened when he saw Isi. He was holding a thermos in his hands. Isi dared to smile slightly. "Hey." Sascha didn't quite know what to say. He sniffled softly. "Hi."

Well, that was better than nothing, right? Sascha stepped aside so Isi could enter. When they entered the hallway, Sascha closed the flat door.

Isi silently looked at the boy. He really was a bit worn out. "How are you?" she finally asked. Sascha cleared his throat and sighed. "Could be better," he said and shrugged his shoulders. His gaze fell on the thermos. "What you got there?" Isi said nothing. She smiled calmly and held the thermos out to Sascha. "Take care, it's still hot." So that Sascha didn't burn his hands, he embraced the flask with the blanket. Slowly he trotted into the kitchen and Isi followed him.

In the kitchen, Sascha then sat down on a chair. Isi opened one of the shelves and the cutlery drawer. He fetched a bowl and one of the spoons and put them on the table for Sascha. Then Isi sat down opposite the boy. She smiled at Sascha. "Open it," she said, pointing to the thermos.

Instead of questioning, Sascha opened the lid. When he put the lid aside and dared to sniff the steaming pot, a familiar scent crept into his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled the smell deeply. He smiled cautiously and opened his eyes. Isi grinned slightly. "Lilac berry soup.", Sascha stated. Isi nodded proudly. Sascha smiled in surprise. "You remember?"

As a child, when Sascha was in bed with a fat cold, his mum had always made him lilac berry soup. The soup had really helped Sascha. Sascha couldn't remember the last time he had eaten this soup.

Again Isi nodded in confirmation. They grinned proudly. "Haven't forgotten." She pushed the bowl over to Sascha.

Sascha dared to smile a little more as he tipped a little of the dark lime liquid into the bowl. "That one looks good," Sascha admitted. "Did you make this all by yourself?" Then he set the thermos straight again and placed it more in the centre of the table. Isi reached for the lid and closed it. He nodded in confirmation. "I really thought of everything this time too. I checked five times to make sure I really had everything," he replied with a grin. Sascha smirked slightly. "You didn't forget the pears either?", Sascha checked and looked at Isi with a smile. Isi grinned with satisfaction. "They're in there too."

Then Sascha reached for the spoon. He blew a few times, then guided the spoon towards the corner of his mouth.

And, God, Sascha felt like he was in heaven. He closed his eyes and smiled. The lilac berry soup really tasted extremely good. Almost even better than when Sascha was a child. Then he dutifully took another spoonful from the bowl. Isi smiled contentedly. "Your reaction tells me it's good," they noted. Sascha took another spoonful of the soup with relish. "Mmm." He sighed contentedly. "It's perfect, Isi." Sascha stirred the spoon slowly in the bowl. He looked at Isi with a shy smile. "Thank you."

Isi smiled quietly. "You're welcome."

It honestly surprised Sascha a bit how Isi was really going out of her way to take care of him right now. Not that it bothered him or anything, but he was just amazed. Isi had cooked him soup, she had brought Sascha a wet cloth to put on his forehead (he didn't have a fever, but sometimes the headache really wasn't pleasant), he had turned on the heating every now and then, then opened the window in between so that Sascha could get some fresh air in peace. They had fetched two more pillows from the living room so that Sascha was comfortable in his bed, he had fetched another small, thin blanket so that Sascha was really not too cold and Isi made Sascha some tea every now and then so that Sascha's sore throat was not quite so bad.

To be honest, Sascha liked that. He liked the way Isi took care of him. It was almost cute how Isi did everything to make Sascha feel comfortable. It was almost cute how Isi stayed with Sascha all afternoon just so he wouldn't be alone.

-

When it was almost twenty o'clock, Sascha's tiredness won out.

Sascha yawned half-heartedly. Isi grinned slightly and patted the boy on the shoulder. "Come on, finish your tea," he said. "Time for bed." "Isi, it's only twenty o'clock.", Sascha said and sighed. Isi shook her head stubbornly and pushed the teacup towards Sascha. "Drink up."

Instead of arguing, Sascha took the cup and dutifully drank the tea. Isi smiled in satisfaction. "Good boy." he said and rose from his chair. He stood in front of Sascha, who was still squatting in his chair. Gently, Isi tousled Sascha's dark curls.

Not for the first time; Isi always tousled through Sascha's hair as soon as Sascha had finished his tea. This secretly did not bother Sascha at all. He liked it. Then Isi put the yellow woollen blanket around the boy's shoulders, then Sascha also rose from the chair. He coughed softly. His cough had become a little less now. He closed his eyes tiredly and snorted through his nose.

Isi's heart warmed at the sight. Without giving it much thought, Isi ran her hand through Sascha's hair. "Come here." he said quietly. Sascha did not open his eyes. He sighed wearily and leaned his head against Isi's shoulder. Carefully, Isi pulled Sascha a little towards him and pressed his nose into Sascha's hair. He smelled good.

Then the two of them finally went to Sascha's room. Without discussing it, Sascha lay down in bed and crawled under his blanket. Isi covered the boy with the woollen blanket and sat on the edge of the bed. Tired, Sascha leaned against the pillows and closed his eyes. A small smile crept onto Isi's lips. It was kind of cute when Sascha was tired.

"Are you feeling a little better now?" inquired Isi. Sascha opened his eyes and looked at the black-haired man. He dared to smile a little. Then he nodded in confirmation. "Yep. Much better." he answered honestly. "Thanks." Isi didn't reply. He looked at Sascha with a small smile. He bit his tongue nervously. Then they shyly reached for Sascha's hand.

And then it remained quiet. Silently they looked into each other's eyes.

Isi wanted to say something, but somehow she didn't quite know what she wanted to say. She felt a bit awkward. Instead of saying anything, they cleared their throat and lowered their eyes. "I'd better get back upstairs," he said. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't know how to explain to Sascha that she wanted to stay with him. Reluctantly, Isi let go of Sascha's hand and looked at the boy sheepishly and somewhat haphazardly. Sascha did not smile. He looked somehow ... disappointed, if Isi could interpret his expression correctly. Then Isi rose from the edge of the bed and walked towards the door. His heart was beating wildly and his cheeks had gained warmth.

They were about to open the door to the room, but then they could hear Sascha getting up. "Isi, wait."

Heart pounding, Isi turned to face Sascha. Shyly, she looked at the boy. He swallowed hard.

Sascha was not far away. And he was staring at Isi so intensely that Isi felt like she was dying a little from excitement. Sascha's cheeks were deep red and he couldn't help staring at Isi.

Isi felt helpless. He could just lean over and kiss Sascha, but something stopped them. They were probably too afraid of what could happen afterwards.

But then Sascha gathered all his courage, approached Isi and shyly pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Isi felt his heart pounding faster in miliseconds. Sascha moved away again so far that he could look into Isi's eyes.

Isi dared to smile in relief. And then Sascha had to smile too. Sascha noticed that Isi's cheeks were taking on a slight reddish hue. He looked good.

Shyly, Sascha bit his lips. He smiled shyly.

Then Isi cleared her throat softly and grinned awkwardly. "Night, Sascha."

Sascha had to smile again. "Good night, Isi."

An open ending. I'm mean. You can think of something yourselves now.

Y’all know what I think about a lot? This.

When I read Solitaire for the first time I read it at school a lot, and when this chapter came up I struggled to contain some tears tbh :)

And then Heartstopper hit me like a truck :’)

Masterlist

The Cashqueens are all single and it’s a beautiful day to find some romance.

Or; The crackship choose your own path story I’m sure you’ve always wanted to read.

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Chapter 1

“What a beautiful day,” Ava sighs happily, blinking into the warm spring sun.

“Feels like it’s full of opportunity,” Fatou adds with a smile.

“Opportunity for what?” Nora asks, which grants her an affectionate eyeroll from Fatou.

“For anything. I feel it too,” Mailin replies happily.  

All four of the Cashqueens are sitting on one of the empty table tennis tables on the schoolyard. School has just ended but none of them have felt quite like going home already and so they’ve ended up here, where they’re talking and laughing. It’s a nice afternoon, like it always is when they’re all together. Nora’s in the middle of reenacting an argument Mr Friedel had with a student in the hallway earlier this day that she’s had the fortune of witnessing and Fatou can barely hold herself upright on the table from all the laughing. Ava joins in as the student at some point and then Mailin really does manage to fall down from the table because she’s giggling too much. If it was up to them, they’d spend the rest of the day here, together and happy.

But silence spreads as a sad and broken Josh walks past them, throwing a tearful look at Nora.

“How are you doing?” Fatou asks Nora once he’s passed.

Nora’s face turns a little sad. “I’m alright,” she says but her thin voice betrays her. She quickly leads attention away from herself. “Anyway, how are you dealing?”

Fatou shrugs. “It’s fine.” The breakup with Kieu My happened almost two months ago now and as sad as she was about it at first, she’s gotten over it by now. Or so she’s been reassuring the Cashqueens at least.

Suddenly, Ava sits up with an excited expression on her face. “Is this the first time we’re all single since we met?” she asks.

“I think so,” Nora contemplates.

“Single and happy about it,” Fatou adds.

“Who needs love when you have the best friends in the world?” Mailin says, giving them a cheesy grin.

“Me. I need love. I want someone to bring me flowers and sing me love songs, please,” Ava replies. It makes them all laugh.

“Well, I love you a lot,” Nora offers.

“I can contribute the love songs,” Fatou adds as Mailin says, “My grandma has a garden with lots of flowers.” Ava gives them all a soft smile and a side hug.

They sit in silence for a bit, enjoying each other’s company and the warm sun. They’re all pondering their own thoughts, circling around what Ava has said. It’s true, they’re all single and they’re all content with it. But they’re also all ready for some romance and who knows that the day might still bring?

“Okay, friends, I really need to pee,” Nora announces after a minute. “See you around!”

“Yeah, speaking of, my football practice starts in fifteen minutes!” Mailin suddenly remembers.

“I think I’ll go home then,” Ava says. “Fatou?”

“I’ll just stay here for a bit, I think,” Fatou smiles at them all.

And then they’re all going off in different directions.

Do you want to …

… go to the toilet with Nora (turn to chapter 2)

OR

… stay behind with Fatou (turn to chapter 12)

OR

… go to her locker with Mailin (turn to chapter 15)

OR

… go home with Ava (turn to chapter 5)

I have restructured the folders to make them easier to use and managed to add almost all languages requested and then some

because we don’t actually KNOW what happened

also because they were sunset curve songs not just Luke songs so as the last member of Sunset Curve they were legally his

we technically do not know if they aren’t officially credited because Julie said “we talked about music all the time he never mentioned you”

if i was a 27-40 year old man who’s friends died tragically i too would not have mentioned my dead bandmates to my daughters best friend because you know she’s a child and i’m still kinda grieving

doesn’t mean they aren’t credited legally

For those of you that don’t know what 4c hair is, 4c hair is a hair texture type that contains coils to small and tight that the hair appears to be more puffy rather than curly ( like to photo below ) this is in NO WAY to be confused with curly hair. there is a drastic difference.

As a black artist that primarily draws characters with 4c hair, I’ve been asked many times to do a tutorial on 4c hair so here we go~

before we get into 4c hair, lets take a moment to fully understand it by talking about hair texture in a general sense first

let’s take a look at this example of straight hair vs curly hair ( 1 type straight hair vs 3 type curly hair )

If you take a moment to compare the two you’ll notice straight hair is flat, it has no texture. Straight hair perfectly hangs down similar to liquid-like silk. It’s lack of curl pattern is the reason as to why it hangs perfectly flat.

curly hair on the other hand doesn’t lie down flat and silky like straight hair, It’s more thick. Curly hair in it’s raw and unstyled state has a trapezoid like shape this is because the sides of the hair spread more outward.

So why is this? Why is straight hair flat and curly hair thick?

the answer to that question is a thing called piling up. When it comes to hair texture, the shape of the hair strands aren’t the only thing that matters, its how the strands coexist with each other, Curly hair strands coexist by piling up on top each other.

moisture also effects hair texture too, different hair types absorbs moisture differently, thus the thickness of each hair type is different. 

…..soooo, how does this all relate to how to draw 4c hair?? 

Well let’s take a look at the drawing below. Notice how the arrows go outward more as the hair texture gets curlier. As we’ve already discussed, this is because hair piles up, The curlier the hair texture, the more it piles up on each other, the bigger it gets, the more outward the arrows go.

Out of any hair texture, 4C hair has the most curls. Because of this, the hair piles up on each other so much that it doesn’t lie down flat like straight hair, nor does it make a trapezoid like shape like curly hair, it instead becomes more cloud like.❤️

This is what you need to take into account when it comes to drawing 4C hair.

Think of it as piling up a bunch of cotton balls on each other. The most cotton on top of top to lead to a bigger patch of  cotton. this is 4c hair.

How to not draw 4c hair:

Garnet fanart. Let’s talk about Garnet Fanart. I notice a trend that when artists draw Garnet from Steven universe, her hair texture is usually changed to 3 type curly like texture. This subtle form of White washing has confused me because this is inaccurate. 

Garnet’s hair is in the shape of a cube. Though 3 type hair piles up on each other, it isn’t curly nor thick enough for their hair to stay in the shape of a cube. Curly hair lies down more than 4c hair. So garnet’s hair being in the shape of a cube is a dead giveaway that it is 4C. Why do you think hairstyles like flat tops are usually seen on black men with 4c hair? It’s because, the 4c hair texture is thick and strong enough to stay in whatever shape you put it in.

please, if you’re drawing a character with 4c hair, avoid drawing it like curly 3 type hair, this is very anti-black and texturist.

So, how do you draw 4c hair?

honestly, its the most easy thing in the world

i wanna clarify that blobby looking 4c drawings ( like the one on the top left ) can work depending on how cartoony your art style is.

Another thing that I want to greatly clarify when it comes to drawing 4C hair is, YOU. DONT. NEED. TO. DRAW. EVERY. HAIR. STRAND!…..like, seriously. I’ve gotten many messages about how 4C hair is hard to draw, and it’s always left me confused; but then I find out that the same people that have trouble drawing 4C hair, attempt to draw every single strand of hair. This is unnecessarily time consuming because it’s merely impossible to get every single detail down, especially when you have a simple cartoon style. 4C hair does not require much effort, all you’re doing is drawing lumps. It’s that simple, nothing more nor nothing less.

The reason why I greatly advise all of you to avoid drawing every single hair strand is because in real life, when you look at a 4C textured Afro, your eyes don’t pick up on each individual hair strand like straight or curly hair. 4C hair, appears to be more undefined and cloud like, so attempting to draw each and every individual strand is unnecessary and will most likely end up looking inaccurate.

new chapter time and it’s a happy one this time, as promised, and the upcoming chapters are nice and positive, just like the boys deserve. but i love the boxing group, it was only supposed to be the way for david to meet matteo, but it’s become such a big part of david’s life, and marco and the boxer boys are such good guys

chapter 22

I love "how do you do math?" questions. Here's how my brain does it: