#i drew this in my sketchbook ok no second chances for me

[pick-a-lane]

I'd love to see the Farah sketches :0 also idea possibly(?) Farah just chilling with her squad because she so deserves a break - anii aka perpetual-fng

holy moly so apparently theres a specific inbox you have to check for asks and i had no idea im soso sorry i didnt get to these sooner 😭

anyways heres Farah taking a little nap with Alex, Gaz, and some portion of her army cause yea holy moly they all need a nap

I drew this in my sketchbook then did some photo editing magic so sorry its not very good lol. I might transfer this to procreate and color it in tho!! :)

(unfortunately some of the pages of my sketchbook with Farah doodles were ripped out idk by what or who :( but I am definitely cooking up more also for the other asks in my inbox !!)

[lluvguts]

Cool Blue ; Chapter One

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through sunsets we wander

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☽ fic masterlist

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By the time Alberto had rowed out into the furthest stretch of waters toward that quaint little island he'd been eyeing for months, it was already nearing dinnertime. He promised his foster father, Massimo, and younger sister, Giulia, he would return to the Marcovaldo home with a lovely new piece for their kitchen or else Massimo's hearty dish of alfredo wouldn't be served to him.

Alberto had grinned at the promise. He knew that even if he came home with a stick figure drawing of himself, sitting cheekily on a beach someplace, they'd hang it on the icebox and love it regardless.

He'd done a few paintings of the sunset from their home, sure, but it was the beautiful curve of greenery this approaching island offered that Alberto just couldn't refuse. There hung something familiar in it's many trees and overgrown bushes somehow, but Alberto just wasn't able to place it. As he neared he hurried to moor the boat by the section of the island mostly taken up by dark, porous shore rocks. He chanced to teeter at the bow before jumping onto the closest boulder, its surface nicking his heels in a few spots but he didn't mind. He hated to wear shoes ever since he was a child, and Massimo had even claimed when he'd discovered Alberto as a wide-eyed toddler, he was absolutely shoe-free. The ground was damp with the constant ebb and flow of the ocean, and for the heat seeping into Alberto's toes from the sparkling sun-kissed sand, he felt oddly at home.

Alberto glanced at the sun, hardly able to resist reaching out a hand to remark on the beauty of it. He spun back to fetch his bag of paint supplies, clutching the case to his broad chest so as not to let anything plop into the ocean. From where he was standing, precariously but full of glee on the rocky shoreline, there was a small alcove just beyond Alberto's line of sight. There were a few times he'd wished he'd brought at least a pair of sandals--or perhaps he could use his work smock and tie it around his heels--as he walked down the beach, because the ground was steadily rising in temperature as the sun baked the sand, but he tried not to complain much when there was so much to marvel around him.

He set his bag down on the ground by a rocky pool, which Alberto promptly sat beside and rolled his pantlegs up so he could dangle his ankles in the warm water. From where he sat, he was given a perfect view of the sun, creeping closer and closer to the horizon, so Alberto pulled out his pad of paper and a few pencils just to sketch for a while. He shaded the trees around him, drew each jagged rock, and perfected the way the sun kissed the ocean and left sparkling trails down the horizon. He could draw today, just to soak up the scenery and get his concepts down, then bring out the paints tomorrow. Massimo would probably joke and ruffle his already messed up head of curls once he got back, with smudged fingers and no canvas, but say all was fine. As he worked he hummed to himself, a song from some old record Giulia played on their gramophone (or, as a younger Alberto favored calling it, the magic-singing-lady-machine) after dinner and the kids were cleaning up. Still focused on the page, steadily filling, Alberto reached out a hand and groped around in his bag for an eraser without looking. When he didn't find one, he grumbled a bit and pulled his hand back, only to realize he'd shook loose a few sticks of charcoal and a paintbrush that rolled across the ground and fell, soundlessly, into the pool. The brush floated along the surface but the rest slipped below the surface.

"Merda!" Alberto hissed, trying to grapple one of the charcoals with his toes but it only sank further into the murky blue below. He shut his eyes and opened them again, more than willing to dive down there and retrieve those precious charcoal sticks. They cost him quite a few allowances and extra shifts at the Pescheria.

But then something happened that made Alberto leap from his spot and hold his dripping knees closer to his chest.

One stick of charcoal was flung from the pool and landed on the grass a few feet from Alberto's bag, soaking the ground in black. Then came up another, this time closer to Alberto. He flinched at the torrent of gravity-defying art supplies, allowing himself to inch closer to the mouth of the pool, reflecting his green eyes wide, breath held, waiting. Another reflection flashed across the pool's surface, something vibrant that made Alberto look up. But there were no trees or even a bird to cast the reflection.

Alberto let his head fall. And, blinking back at him, with the paintbrush that had been bobbing balanced on its nose, was what looked like a fish. But fish didn't have huge yellow eyes that made Alberto think of his cat at home, Machi, but not in an endearing way. Fish weren't that smart. Alberto had seen sea turtles and dolphins many times before, and they were intelligent, sure, but nothing compared to the humanlike stare this creature had fixed on him now. It stuck it's face out of the water, wincing at the harsh sunlight making its scales shine a deep teal. When its big yellow eyes trained back on Alberto, he saw the creatures features darken from underneath the water line.

"I think you dropped this," It whispered, in such a soft and shy way it made Alberto take in a ragged breath. Okay, fish definitely didn't do that. Was this thing...actually talking to him? The creature stuck its webbed fingers from the pool and took the paintbrush, staring at it for a moment before handing it out to a speechless Alberto.

"Woah! Uh...H-Hello?" Alberto breathed, gingerly taking back the brush.

The not-fish waved, only a slight shake of its hand above the surface of the water, and Alberto noticed the thin claws on the ends of its fingers.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you," It whispered again. Alberto watched the stream of bubbles that floated along the pool's surface as it talked. He still had no idea what he was conversing with, the creature seeming less and less like a fish and more as something from his imagination. It waded in the small pool, he noticed, forearms paddling softly without stirring the water. Its movements so effortless it left Alberto in awe. And if he gazed into the deeper parts of the water, he swore he saw a tail lazily lapping behind the creature.

"I...uh, I could only imagine why," Alberto squeaked. The paintbrush was still in his hands but he was now gripping it so tight his tan skin was turning white at the knuckles.

The creature stifled a giggle by placing one clawed hand to its mouth, but even still Alberto caught a glimpse of its sharp teeth. If he hadn't run away now, that was a pretty good red flag to be packing his things and high-tailing home--but he didn't. He wasn't exactly afraid of this thing staring back at him. Just a bit baffled by it, he was dying to look closer but the more Alberto craned his neck down into the pool to see, the creature shied back into the depths.

"What are you?" Alberto asked aloud, more to himself but still he knew the thing heard him. "Sorry! Was that rude? I'm not trying to be mean, but you aren't exactly the type of seal we'd see in Portorosso."

The creature's cheeks turned a darker blue, and it glared at Alberto. "I am not a seal." It hissed, its tiny lip pulled back to reveal that set of sharp teeth again.

"I get it! I get it! I said I was sorry! I'm just trying to figure this all out," Alberto scratched his head, looking back at his sketchbook for a moment.

"I don't even look anything like a seal!" It was still stuck on the stupid seal comment, with its blue eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark. The more Alberto heard the creature talk he realized, with a flush of embarrassment or something else, that it was a boy. Not a thing. Not an it.

"Okay, so you're not a seal. We've established this." Alberto was gathering his sketchbook and supplies to put back in the bag. The paintbrush was resting at the mouth of the pool. "Are you some type of...seahorse? Or an overgrown fish?"

The boy spit out a stream of water into Alberto's face.

"I'm a monster," He said promptly, his voice on the edge of staying shy or holding a grudge for the seal comment. "So...you should be afraid of me."

Alberto let out a laugh. This cute little thing? "Sure, sure. That makes much more sense." He stuck out his hand at the boy. "Well, nice to meet you, sea monster...Or, uh, whatever you are. I'm Alberto Marcovaldo."

"Alberto..." The boy repeated in a hushed voice, looking down at the water now as he said it. He flinched backward at Alberto's hand, looking up at his fingers with burning yellow eyes. Without knowing much of what to do, the boy kicked his legs until he was treading the water, letting the top of his head graze Alberto's open palm. The small fins around the crown of his head brushed Alberto's hand, smooth and slippery like seaweed. Alberto decided he was quite pleased with the weird texture of it.

The boy closed his eyes and let out a small noise, the side of his face now pressed to Alberto's hand. He had a fin on his cheek that neared his fingertips, and when Alberto touched it the boy trilled, almost in greeting.

"Oh, uh, are you ok? I think you're supposed to shake my hand." Alberto stated. He found his face felt uncomfortably hot watching the weird gesture the boy had just made, and even more so at the soft noises rumbling in his throat.

For a moment the creature considered extending his hand and taking Alberto's outstretched fingers, but stopped with a low growl, blushing blue.

"I'm--ugh! I'm not even supposed to be out here!" He wailed. "If they find me out here with, with a land monster? My mom's gonna kill me! I've uh, I've got to go, so um..." The boy looked at Alberto's paintbrush sitting within his reach and took it.

"Goodbye."

He ducked back under the water. In a second his head of blue fins dashed back up.

"Forever."

Land monster? Alberto could laugh. He'd never heard that one before. But he scanned the mess before him, the slimy puddle of water next to his leg that the boy had left when he took (stole) his paintbrush, the droplets scattered along his sketchbook, all blazing in angry red as the sun finished its journey along the sky.

Alberto scrambled up from his spot, mentally slapping himself. He had a hard time rowing the boat this far out while it was daytime, it was sure going to be hell finding his way home in the near darkness. As he stumbled along the shore and dropped his things into the boat, he wondered if he had the right paint colors for the boy's eyes.

Wait, he hadn't even gotten his name! Do sea monster-things have names? Like humans do? Oh, what did it matter? The boy said he could never come back to the island again. Their awkward five minute interaction was all they had. But Alberto was still stewing it all over as he made his way back to Portorosso, now relying on the oil lamp beside him and the glowing stars above.

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"Figlio, you're late."

Alberto rushed to hang up his bag and wash his hands. Giulia seemed to have been stuck with doing Alberto's dinner chores in his absence, setting the table and pouring waters. When he passed her she stuck her tongue out at him and smashed his offending pinky toe with her sandal.

"Ouch!" Alberto steeled his eyes at her from across the table, but she only grinned devilishly. Massimo was still expecting some sort of apology for almost missing dinner so he cleared his throat and pulled back the chair for his father to sit. "Sorry, Papa. The place where I set up my paints was pretty far, and I got carried away and lost track of time."

"Blech, Alberto, you stupido, at least change your clothes...you reek like fish..." Giulia sneered as Massimo handed them their plates.

"Hush, Giulia." Signor Marcovaldo gave her a small pat on her shoulder then turned to Alberto. All concern lost, he asked. "Where did you go to paint?"

"The island...?" Alberto chanced a look across his water glass to see their equal expression of shock and horror.

"The island?" Giulia shrieked. She let her fork fall and alfredo sauce splattered on the table cloth. "Fratello, that place is swarming with monstro marino!"

"Sea monsters, really Giulia?" Alberto tried to sound calm, but his heart rate picked up. "There's no such thing."

"Actually, Alberto, there is." Massimo pointed to the newspaper clippings decorating one kitchen wall, still frames of what appeared to be creatures with glistening teeth and bloodied scales.

"But Papa, those papers are fake! You said so yourself! Ercole's father only made those to scare people." Alberto argued.

"They are a menace to this town." Massimo stared into his plate of pasta. "My only hope is that you never get to see so yourself. They are killers."

Well, the one I met today didn't seem like a bloodthirsty monster, Alberto wanted to spit back, but held his tongue.

"Did you at least get to draw anything?" Giulia asked. Alberto sighed, glad they let the subject on sea monsters drop for the time being.

"Y-Yeah! I actually did," He boasted, rising from the table to fetch his bag. He undid the latch and took out his sketchbook, walking while flipping the latest page open for Giulia and Massimo to see.

Giulia's eyes widened and she barked out a laugh. Massimo smiled faintly, giving Alberto a solitary thumbs up.

"What? What are you laughing about?" Alberto turned the paper around and gasped. The entire page was warped and still damp, the lovely pencil drawings now only faint grey smears along the paper.

"That's-That's not funny!" Alberto growled at Giulia, who was wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "It was the boat! A wave must have hit the side, or something!"

"Oh, yeah, Alberto. Blame the boat," Giulia giggled.

Alberto huffed and slumped back into his seat. That sea monster.

Machiavelli sashayed into the kitchen, smelling the dinner on the table or perhaps the laughter lightening the air. He curled up next to Alberto's leg on the ground, rubbing his cheek and whiskers along his bare ankle, purring for a taste of the alfredo sauce.

"No, Machi. You can't eat human food." Alberto chastened him, nudging his face away from the table leg. Giulia laughed harder.

"Hah! He smells the fish on you, 'Berto! Were you taking a swim with Papa's catch today, hmm?"

"Giulia, I said that was enough!"

He smells the sea monster on me, Alberto thought. He glanced down at Machi again and stiffened when he realized his purrs had really been growls.

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"Oh, Giuseppe, I'm so stupid!" Luca dropped his head into his hands and a flurry of bubbles chased his fins. "I can't believe I actually talked to him!"

The school of fish floated beside Luca, unblinking. Giuseppe, the goatfish in interrogation, only blew a tired bubble from his mouth and huddled closer to Luca.

"I saw these weird sticks floating into the water, and they stained the water black like those oil spills Momma had warned be about, but still I went to see what it was!" Luca took Giuseppe by the hand and cradled him to his chest. "I wasn't expecting to see a land monster up there. I just didn't want those things in the water."

"But," Luca continued to himself, as his herd of fish were clearly unable to do much of anything, least of all lend him advice. "That weird stick with the soft thing at the end was really pretty, Giuseppe. It was purple! The wood was purple! How did he do that?"

"It was Alberto that did that, I think. He painted it purple." Luca jumped up in glee, then floated gracefully back onto the rock he'd been sitting on, giggling at the dark sea above.

"Ugh!" Luca was a ball of emotions. "How could I be such an idiota? I took something from The Surface! I had to hide it, of course, but still!" He pet Giuseppe's scales and the goatfish blew some bubbles in Luca's face to calm him down. "He looked so much different than the way Momma talks about the land monsters. Alberto wasn't scary...he didn't have a harpoon, so that's a good sign, right?"

Luca looked to Giuseppe, and sighed. "I don't know what's happening to me..." Luca murmured to himself, gingerly touching his face and remarking how warm it was in the cool ocean water. It had been like that when Alberto was watching him too, with those bright green eyes. Green like the sea glass Luca had collecting on the rocky ledge of his bedroom cave. When he stared at Alberto, something tingled in his belly, burning low and delightful. He knew what that meant, though he tried to press it down into his abdomen until the feeling eventually drifted away.

"Oh, sharks, I'm just a dumb little crab, aren't I? I even tried to scent him! But I couldn't help it! That land monster smelled so...different. Like the sun, you know? All warm and fuzzy...it was so sweet. Oh, if Momma finds out about this...It's not good, Giuseppe. Not good at all."

"Luca, tesoro it's time for dinner!" Signore Paguro called from a few yard away in the Paguro home. Luca gasped and a trail of frightened bubbles drifted pass his eyes. He grabbed his moss-covered staff and herded the school into a more manageable spot for the night, and swam toward home.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Hell's Studio fic idea: A pipe bursts and Sammy becomes a toon Imp like Snowflake and Bendy, and Joey doesn't know how to reverse it ASAP, so Sammy is stuck as a toon Imp and Sammy decides to hangout with Snowflake until Joey can reverse the ink's magic (Bonus points if: Sammy gets a uncontrollable stutter as a toon Imp, Susie cooing her small boyfriend, and Sammy drawing with snowflake)

I am So sorry that this took so freaking long, but here you go!

Wally slapped his forehead in exasperation as he heard the pipe bursting from the music department's break room. Then proceeded to go in there, with Snowflake following close behind just in case he needed someone small to check in any holes in the wall that the pipe made in the process.

The sight was familiar, but unwelcome to the pair; a pile of thick ink sliding down onto the floor through the broken pipe peeking through the ceiling. Snowflake was only thankful that it had spilled to the floor instead of the pool table.

“I’m startin' ta think dat eitheah we should completely tear down da music department to put in a betteah pipe system, or just stop fixin' the dang things so dat they at least stop surprisin' us."

The Janitor grumbled as he started mopping up the mess.

"A-at least nobody got caught in it this time."

As soon as Snowflake said that, something under the pile began to move.

“Mmmmh?"

"Yikes, spoke too soon, kiddo."

Wally stated calmly as he started to scrape the excess ink off of what looked exactly like Bendy, except the imp's tie lacked the fun patterns Bendy often wore, and more importantly, he was missing his mouth. So the obvious conclusion the pair made was: The ink ruined his tie by dying it black and also stole his mouth.

"M-mr. Bendy?! are you okay?!"

The formerly buried imp looked at the other one with a perplexed expression before mouthing something, realized that he wasn't saying anything, patting his face where his mouth should've been, and looking like he was about to panic.

"MMMMmmPPHH?! MMMH!! MMPHH!!!"

"Looks like the ink erased your pie hole, boss."

The imp rolled his eyes at stared at Wally in a very sarcastic manner before leaving the room, most likely to visit Joey about this issue.

"...Do you think he's not going to want to do that drawing lesson later?"

"What, Bendy? not want ta draw with ya overah somethin' like this? Nah. It's nothin' fun to wake up to, but I don't think it'll eat at him like it will if it happened ta Sammy."

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"MmMMmMMM?!?! MMPHH!! MMMPPHHH!?"

Sammy hopped up and down while wildly gesturing to the blank white space on his face where his mouth was supposed to be while Joey flipped through heavily ink-stained spell books. Meanwhile, the real Bendy was still gawking at his doppelganger, still not quite sure whether he should feel flattered or offended that the ink pulled this on Sammy. But also not saying anything because he couldn't find any jokes to lighten the mood with.

It would be one thing if the ink also gave Sammy Bendy's trademark smile (that could make other expressions too). If it did that, Bendy would be making so many mirror and twin related jokes. But it didn't.

"It's going to be fine." Joey repeated almost more to himself than to the hopping mad imp. "Just because an ink flood took out some of my reversal spells, doesn't mean that you're going to be stuck like this forever. Best case scenario, it'll take a few hours for me to find the right one, worst case scenario I'm going to need to order a new book, and that might take a while."

"MMm MmhP?"

"I don't know how long! Some of these are the rarest on the market! Goodness knows how long it'll take to replace if it's ruined and has the correct cure in it..."

The music director let out a heavily muffled, frustrated sigh.

"Yes, I'm annoyed too." Joey sighed as well. "But at least it's not going to be forever."

'Easy for you to say.' Sammy thought to himself as trying and failing to talk was starting to hurt his jaw. 'You're not the one dealing with this! how am I supposed to do my job when I can't speak to anyone?!'

He must've been gesturing as he thought this as Joey snapped his fingers in realization and handed Sammy a notebook and a pencil.

"I know it won't help with the more vocal aspects of your job, but it's better than not having any way to communicate. And much easier than trying to learn sign language in less than a day and with only four digits on each hand."

He tried to write down 'Thanks Joey' but his hands refused to obey him. Confusingly, he instead drew a thumbs up.

"Why thank you! Glad to see that you're taking this better than expected Sammy. I'd better get to work on looking for that spell..."

As Joey left the room, Sammy frowned at the notebook, trying to figure out why he did that. Bendy also peeked at the drawing and felt something click.

"So..." the copied imp awkwardly tugged at his tie as he avoided making eye contact with Sammy. "Just outta curiosity sake, does Snowflake know about this? At least, the fact that it's well, you instead of me?"

Sammy gave Bendy a funny look but nodded anyway.

"Okay, follow up question: ...Is now a bad time to tell you that before you burst in here trying to tell us to fix this that Joey and I were arguing over whether I should go to this meeting with GENT or to give drawing lessons to Snowflake like I promised to, and literally right before you came in I said: 'Well dang it Joey if I could be in two places at once, I would!'?"

Sammy frowned as he saw the guilty yet pleading look in Bendy's eyes, calmly took the newspaper off of Joey's desk, rolled it up and smacked Bendy right upside the head.

"Hey! What gives?!" He sputtered as he rubbed the back of his head.

The Mute music director drew a series of pictures: Bendy putting something in the ink, the ink rising up and flashing him the 'ok' hand sign, Bendy giving it a thumbs up in return and leaving on his merry way, a shift in perspective revealing Sammy as a human having seen the interaction but shrugging it off, Sammy (still human) playing pool with Jack, Grant, and Johnny, the four of them having a good time, the ceiling above them creaking and rumbling ominously, making the four opt to leave, Sammy coming back into the pool room slightly later and keeping an eye on the ceiling, Sammy taking what he came back into the room for, the ceiling above him suddenly bursting and covering him with ink, and the last picture; a bunch of puzzle pieces being fit together, with the picture on the pieces being a lit light bulb.

After showing Bendy his work, he crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground.

"What?! You can't seriously blame me for- Okay, yes. I did kinda make a request... but I figured I'D be the one getting drenched! Not you!"

Sammy raised a single eyebrow as Bendy let out a frustrated sigh.

"Look, if I knew that this was what would happen, I wouldn't have done it! But now that it's happened ...would ya help me out with this?"

Sammy's next drawing was his current form with an intentionally bad scribble of Bendy's mouth on the space where he was supposed to have a mouth to indicate it was (poorly) drawn on, and he was trying and failing to do Bendy's job for him as he couldn't speak.

"Of course I'm not going to shirk my responsibilities to make you pretending to be me look like an idiot in front of those big wigs at GENT. I mean, goodness, if this thing flops, who knows what'll happen."

The Musician then showed Bendy a drawing that was so horrible and cold that he wouldn't even dare grace it with a description.

"WHAT KINDA DEMON DO YOU THINK I AM, LAWRENCE?!" Bendy quieted down and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I get it, Damned if I do the thing, damned if I don't do the other thing. I can't let down Snowflake, but if I'm not at that meeting, the studio's relationship with GENT could get bruised! This is why I tried this stunt in the first place!"

He sighed as Sammy just continued to tap his foot in annoyance. "Tell you what, help me and I'll give you anything you ask for! A raise, me not pranking you for a month, more paid vacation days, magic-repelling acetone, name it and it's yours!*"

*Within reason. I'm a demon not a miracle worker!

Sammy showed Bendy an intentionally shaky 'Ok' sign, the closest thing he could think of to a picture version of a hesitant and unwilling 'fine, I'll do it...'

"Oh Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Bendy practically crushed his doppelganger in a spine-breaking hug. "I really owe you this one Sammy!"

'I hope you realize how goddamned lucky you are that I like that kid.' Sammy thought to himself as he patted his double on the back. 'Otherwise I'd hang you out to dry for doing this...'

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The music director had no interest in deceiving Snowflake; even if he wanted to follow Bendy's plan to the spirit of his deal, he knew too well that the studio and it's ink would always drag any secret up to the surface. So it would just be easier to come clean at the start before lies had the chance to spiral into something that could completely break the poor kid.

"Hi Mr. Bendy! Are you ready for our lesson?"

Sammy nodded, but gestured for his pupil to wait a second before he flipped through the pages of his sketchbook and showed him a series of pictures: some showing the origin of his new condition, and the others showing his deal with Bendy.

"Oh." The child imp seemed sad, and slightly disappointed, but also not surprised. "So Bendy couldn't make it today either..."

The older imp sympathetically patted Snowflake on the back and tried his best to draw out an explanation, but it's kind of hard to put 'He really did want to make it, in fact, he wanted to so much that he was willing to split himself in half for it! But as you can see, it kinda backfired...' into picture format, luckily he got the message across fairly well.

"I-it's okay, I understand. Thanks for filling in for him Mr. Lawrence!"

Snowflake pulled out his own notebook and pencils.

"Do you think you can show me how to do hands that well?"

Sammy eagerly nodded and flipped his book to a blank page.

[zodiyack]

The Artist Behind His Heart

Requested by @morganofthecoves1: Hi! Can I request a Roman Sionis x plus size reader oneshot, if your ok with it. I had the idea that the reader is the one who created most of the art Roman owns. He takes her out for meals and invites her around to 'talk' about art but really he actually likes her. The reader is insecure so she doesn't realise that he flirts with her but she is also wary of him because she's heard rumours about him (AKA he kills people). Thanks!

Pairing: Roman Sionis x Plus sized!Female!Artist!Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, mention of the peeling of faces (it’s Roman guys), swearing, fluff, slight accidental ooc Roman(?), not proofreading

Note: I apologize if this is sucky, again, I ran into a bit of a block. I hope you like it apart from that! And I’m so sorry this took a bit! I’ve been busy and had some more tough writer’s block, but I’m pushing past it! Again, I’m sorry if this is eh

taglist: @stardancerluv @matth1w​ @redspaceace​

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Roman checked the clock before heading out, fixing his hair and breathing heavily. He breathed into his hand, then popped in a mint. Sionis, sprucing up? It’s a normal sight, but not as normal as him being nervous as he did so. Like a teen boy going to pick up his first date, he was a bit panicky.

Y/n was the woman who did his artwork for him, most of it at least. She was a cute lady, one that Roman had the feels for. He often enjoyed going and eating with her, preferably in places that didn’t know him all too well. He wanted to avoid scaring the girl away, wanted desperately for this to last, and possibly, evolve into something more.

The driver followed his directions, taking him to some random restaurant Victor recommended. There she sat, waiting by the door, sketchbook in hand. He found himself smiling, her state of distraction allowing him to look over her features without being weird. He admired her, her body, her art, and with his eyes- he admired every bit of her every time they met up.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the guts to ask her out quite yet. Roman was known for peeling the face free from whomever it was that wronged him. Or just lose his temper so bad they had to do it in the end. He wouldn’t be able to take it if Y/n rejected him, so he couldn’t take the chance.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t just demand it of her, it was because he didn’t want to. He always got everything he wanted. Y/n was a bit shy, and was frequently confused by his flirting. Maybe, for once, Roman could get something on his own? It didn’t matter what anyone else thought, Roman was determined.

“Hello, darling.��

Her head shot up, her eyes were the size of saucers. “Hello! I’m sorry if I’m in the way.”

“Don’t fear, dearest, you’re nowhere near in the way. Come, I hate to prevent you from eating any longer.” He walked over to the door and held it open for her, smiling genuinely as she walked past him into the building.

Roman spoke to the waiter, asking for a seat in the spot Y/n liked most, wanting to make her happy. The waiter led them to their seats and handed them menus. “What will you be having, my dear?”

“Uhm... probably the f/f, please.” She smiled shyly and looked down, returning to her sketchbook while she waited for Roman to order.

“So, Y/n, any new projects for me?”

“Actually, yes! I was thinking, perhaps a portrait of you and Mr. Zsasz? Or maybe a new sculpture? You said last time that you wanted more, but you didn’t specify what you wanted more of, so I drew whatever came to my mind.”

She flipped her sketchbook around and let him look through it, nibbling on her lip with anticipation. Roman took his time on each page, not even bothering to hide the smile that grew on his lips. Once he had finished looking through it, he handed it back to her.

“Shit, those are nice!” Y/n thanked him and went back to her sketchbook. An idea popped into his head after the silence took over. “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“May I ask, are you seeing someone?”

She blushed and looked away, “No.”

“No? Why would a beautiful woman like you be all alone?” He chuckled for a second, “Then again, no one deserves your beauty and talent.”

“Mr. Sionis-”

“Please, call me Roman.”

“Roman, I don’t understand.”

He folded his hands an reclined in his seat. “Don’t understand what?”

Before she could answer, the food was delivered. Roman almost snapped at the waiter for interrupting Y/n, but remembered the exact reason that he Victor chose the place. He wanted to prevent Y/n from seeing the side of him he thought she was most likely to fear, and his emotions were no exception. It took everything, literally everything, in him not to yell. But Y/n was worth it.

“This is good...” Y/n mumbled after a bit. Their food was almost finished and Roman had yet to talk to her about his feelings. “So...what other projects would you like me to work on?”

“Why would I need you to work on anything when there’s already a work of art right in front of me?”

She looked around, still oblivious to his advances. “I guess. This places has some cool works... I should ask who their artist is, maybe I could get some advice from them, ya know?”

Roman sighed. He didn’t understand why she wasn’t getting his hints. They were becoming more and more obvious too. “Sure. Uh, Y/n, have I ever told you how extraordinary you are?”

“Every time, Mr-” she corrected herself before she could say his last name, “Roman. I just don’t know why you do.”

“Because it’s true. Just like when I say how beautiful you are. I’m an honest man, Y/n.”

“I- I never said you weren’t- my apologies, Roman.”

He frowned. “Don’t. You have nothing to apologize for, it’s me actually. I can see now that you aren’t interested, yet I keep fucking pushing it. I’m sorry, Y/n.”

She stopped, completely caught off guard by his sentence. “Excuse me?” Her tone probably came of the wrong way, as Roman looked hurt. “No! I mean, no, I didn’t mean it that way...”

The waiter came by to give them a check, then took it back after Roman filled everything out with visible annoyance towards the interruption. The boy turned and left as quickly as he cold.

“Well what way did you mean it then?” He could feel his patience growing thinner, with himself and Y/n.

“I was just curious- you said that I’m not interested? Interested in what?”

Relief. Maybe he did have a chance after all. “I’ve been flirting, Y/n. You don’t react the way I thought you would, so, after a while, I thought you weren’t interested.”

“What?”

“Flirting? The thing you do when you’re romantically interested in someone?”

She rolled her eyes with a small smirk, “I know what flirting is. I’m just... confused. Why you... would flirt... with me.”

“Who wouldn’t flirt with you? You’re fucking breathtaking!” Roman spoke as if her not knowing her own beauty was a personal offense to him. And honestly, he felt it was. “Here, how about this, you let me take you on an actual date, no art, no business, just romance?”

Y/n averted her gaze to think. There were pros and cons to being with Roman Sionis, one major con was the rumors of things he did. Would she want to get involved with that kind of life? Would he force her to get involved?

Then again, Roman was kind to her, saw past her exterior and into her heart. There isn’t that many kind of people in Gotham, especially as many as handsome as Roman.

‘If anything bad happens, I still had my rights of backing out,’ she told herself.

“Y/n?”

“Alright. It’s a date...” He helped her pack up her art supplies, and held the door for her as they exited the restaurant. “But Roman?”

“Yes?”

“Why, exactly, are you asking me out?” It still bothered her. Was he using her as a dare? Was he just using her for her work? He was Roman fucking Sionis, he could do anything he wanted, yet he could use her without her even knowing it.

His smile dropped and his brows raised. “Why?” Roman chuckled loudly. Y/n was thankful they were outside and not in the crowded place anymore. “Look at you! You’re talented, kind, smart, funny! All of you is gorgeous! I’ve been dying to ask you out for a while!”

“You have?”

“Well... yes. Wasn’t it obvious? The consistent flirting and offers?”

Although Y/n hid the blush on her face by looking down, Roman cupped her cheek softly and tilted her head upwards to look at him. They held eye contact for what felt like forever, their orbs were studying each other so intensely, before he finally leaned in and touched his lips to hers.

Y/n was taken aback with shock, but quickly recollected herself and wrapped her arms around his neck. When they separated, Y/n giggled shyly, the blush on her face had spread.

“Don’t hide..you’re beautiful, angel. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, at 7, deal?”

She nodded eagerly. “Deal.”

[our-time-is-now]

May 11, 2019: I have never…

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(Joint project from @riddikulus und @shakshuka-grandpasweaters, translated from @girlwholovesagirl, @divingdeepintothewater, @m-ger and @julerocks. Here is the timeline and the link to the original blog @unsere-zeit-ist-jetzt. If you would also like to help translate, please contact one of us.)  

Saturday, 12:14 pm/7:15 pm:

Matteo: *finished his coffee in the kitchen* *quickly moved the cups and the coffee to his room after that* *gets up when David comes back in* Okay... umm... make yourself at home... there's still coffee... I'll hurry... * goes to the bathroom after that and only then realizes that he didn't take any clean clothes with him* *sniffs his clothes and thinks that they're still alright* *showers in record-time because he doesn't want to leave David alone* *rubs his hair more or less dry and decides to let the air do the rest of the drying* *manages to be back in his room after 15 minutes* *notices David sitting in his armchair sipping coffee, his gaze directed toward his lap, where he must have something that Matteo can't see from his position* *only thinks how unbelievably good he looks and how unbelievably great it feels to have him still there, still waiting for him* *closes the door behind him and smiles when David looks up* Hey...

David: *took out his sketchbook after Matteo vanished into the bathroom and randomly filled a page with things that had accompanied him yesterday and today: two Dürum, the transgender-flag from the Instagram-posts, Matteo and him embracing in his sleeping bag, his and Matteo's hands, two mugs of coffee and so on* *only made rough sketches and plans to complete some of them later when he has time* *skims through some older stuff when Matteo comes back into the room* *smiles automatically when he sees him and cocks his head* Na? All cleaned up? *grins slightly*

Matteo: *grins* Yep, as clean as it gets... *drops himself on the bean bag next to him and then leans forward to refill his coffee* *sees his sketchbook and grins slightly* Did you have to process the traumatic experience with Linn?

David: *takes the mug from Matteo when he refills their coffees* Thanks... *laughs at Matteo's question and shakes his head* *Nah... I was just doodling a little... *pushes the sketchbook towards Matteo in case he wants to take a look* ... I have to finish it sometime when I have more time... *remembers something and pulls the sketchbook back toward him* *murmurs* Hang on... *removes the paper clips that hid the pages he thought were too private - obvious transgender elements, some pages on which he processed the humiliations at his old school and countless sketches of Matteo before they met and some other big and small things connected to him* *puts the book back on the armrest between them and looks at Matteo invitingly* Well, If you'd like...

Matteo: *laughs slightly* With you it's never just doodling... *Is just about to reach for the book when David pulls it back toward himself* *thinks that David remembered something he isn't supposed to see and waits for him to tear out or glue together pages* *is all the more surprised when the opposite happens and looks at him with wide eyes* Of course I'd like to... *reluctantly takes the book into his hands* Are you sure? *sees David nod and then carefully skims through the book* *reaches the pages he wasn't allowed to look at a few weeks ago* *swallows when he sees the tougher sketches* *turns the page and sees his own face, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller, sometimes only his eyes, sometimes in profile* *two full double-pages only of him* *looks at him dumbfounded* When... when did you make these?

David: *watches as Matteo skims the book and only looks at the pages a couple of times to see what Matteo is looking at* *at Matteo's question he leans a little further toward him to see which sketches he is looking at* *grins and blushes slightly* Hmmm... if I told you it was after our first conversation, would you consider me a freak? *has actually recorded the situation or the feelings or Matteo himself after every meeting with him... and during the time they didn't have any contact he drew him again and again whenever he thought about him*

Matteo: *shakes his head* *looks back at the drawings and then back at David again* No... I'm just... flabbergasted... for only seeing me once you captured me pretty well... *clears his throat* After our first conversation I only tried to find you on Insta... *looks back towards the page* *slowly skims forward*

David: *grins slightly* Your face etched itself directly into my brain... *in his thoughts adds "and into my heart", but doesn't say it because it sounds too cheesy and because it's more true for their second meeting than their first conversation* *laughs quietly when he mentions Instagram and thinks* I don't even remember when we followed each other there... *leans forward when Matteo keeps turning pages, but finds it pretty uncomfortable having to twist like that - especially as the armchair is wide enough for both of them to fit* *shuffles to the side of the armchair, almost to the armrest, and asks* Do you maybe want to come up here? Then I can see better and don't have to twist like that... *can feel a little that he has been wearing his binder for too long but is quite relaxed at the moment and so it isn't too much of a strain, yet* *wouldn't mind being a little closer to Matteo, anyways* *glances back at the book and notices that they almost reached the "sandwich-recipe in pictures"*

Matteo: *looks at him slightly amused but also a little touched* Awwww *shrugs his shoulders* I don't either... *does remember it exactly but doesn't want to expose himself as someone who remembers stuff like that* *looks up at him when David offers the space next to him* *grins and naturally joins him there immediately* *would love to put an arm around him but leaves it for now because otherwise he wouldn't be able to turn the pages anymore* *turns the page and sees the sandwich-recipe and has to laugh out loud* This is genius! *looks at him lovingly* The drawings are all really awesome…

David: *smiles satisfied when Matteo sits down next to him, hesitates briefly but then puts an arm around him and leans against him to look into the book with him* *grins when he hears Matteo’s laugh and shrugs* At least this way we can never forget what was on them... just in case we want to prepare another feast like that* *laughs but then gets more serious again and smiles at Matteo's compliment* *hears a phone buzz and tries to fumble his phone out of his pocket* *looks at Matteo questioningly while doing so* Yours or mine? *eventually manages to get his phone out and glances at it* *shakes his head* Yours! *moves slightly away so that Matteo has enough space to grab his phone but lets his arm remain on the armrest*

Matteo: *smiles and wipes imaginary pearls of sweat off his forehead* Thank God! *also notices the vibrating and is immediately annoyed that someone is disturbing them* *gets up to take his phone out of his pocket* *sees that it's his mother and immediately feels bad* Sorry, my mum... *walks a few steps away and picks up* Hi Mama...

David: *nods when Matteo apologizes and contemplates for a moment whether he should leave Matteo alone* *decides against it because if he didn't want him to hear the conversation he probably would have left the room* *reaches for his mug and tries to look as if he wasn’t listening but still hears everything*

Matteo’s mom: *is glad that her son answers his phone; had tried calling yesterday without success and was worried after he had disappeared so suddenly the day before that* Hey, darling... I just wanted to ask if everything's alright...

Matteo: *turns slightly away from David, more as a reflex than defense* Yes, everything all right... sorry that I left... but I had to take care of something... but everything’s good now...

Matteo’s mom: Take care of what? Did it have something to do with David? I mean it's probably none of my business... anyways: It is good that everything's all right and well now. *sounds a little insecure, as if she didn't know to what extend she is allowed to ask her son about private things*

Matteo: *closes his eyes briefly* *doesn't really want to tell his mother anything but doesn't want to offend her either* Yes... it did... but... everything's fine now and we... we'll make up for the dinner, okay?

Matteo’s mom: *sounds happy* Yes, I'd love that! With David as well? When do you have time?

Matteo: *shakes his head for himself* Maybe... I don't know... *briefly looks over to David* *I'll ask him and I'll text you, ok?

Matteo’s mom: Do that! - I'm looking forward to it! *one can hear her smile* *Bye, my boy! *waits for Matteo to say goodbye and then hangs up the phone*

David: *had sipped his coffee and waited* *only looked up once when Matteo said he would ask _him_ and wondered briefly if it was about him* *watches Matteo now, after all, but thinks that he doesn't look stressed but only a little impatient* *smiles when Matteo hangs up and turns around to face him* *tilts his head questioningly* Everything all right?

Matteo: Bye, Mama *hangs up and puts the phone back into his pocket* *nods briefly and talks while he goes back to David and sits back down next to him* Yes, that was my mom... I kinda left her hanging on Thursday and well... *shrugs one shoulder* She invited us over for dinner... but I didn't agree on anything... I can go by myself...

David: *briefly thinks about what could have happened on Thursday and realizes that it was probably because Laura had told him that he hadn't come home* *feels bad for a moment but doesn't get the chance to apologize again because Matteo continues talking* *looks at him skeptically while he talks and shakes his head slightly* Um, what? She invited _us_? *for one, didn't know that Matteo came out to his mother and didn’t know that he even told her about him, either* *smiles insecurely and stammers slightly* I didn't know that you... well I thought you weren't out to her... and... she knows about me?

Matteo: *nods slowly when he asks /who/ she invited* Yes... *listens to him and instantly gets a little embarrassed* Oh... umm... yes... after I called you, when I wanted to pick you up... after that phone call I texted her... well I came out and she knows your name but not much more than that... *looks at him and puts his arm around him* And you really don't have to come if you don't want to...

David: *smiles lovingly and a little proudly because he thinks it's really brave of Matteo and because it shows him once again how certain Matteo had been the entire time that he wants to be with him - if he even told his mother about him* *leans on him when he puts his arm around him and reaches for his hand* *quietly says* This was really brave! *actually thinks any kind of coming-out is really brave* *grins when he hears his next words and looks up at him provokingly* And if I want to? Would you take me with you? *would actually like to meet Matteo’s mother*

Matteo: *shrugs when he says that it was brave* Over text? I just wanted her to know... *grins at him when he says that he wants to come along* Of course I would take you with me... but I'd warn you that you can't choose your family... *hesitates briefly and gets serious again* My mother takes antidepressants... I think she's doing better now... but... it wasn't always easy with her.... and I'm used to not really knowing in what mood she's in... just so you know...

David: *thinks the way of the coming-out doesn't matter - if it's over text or in person - it's a really big step* *shrugs when he hears his warning and grinningly sighs* You don't have to tell ME about it... *thinks that one of these days they're probably going to talk about his family, too, but for now he's only curious about Matteo’s mother* *gets serious again when Matteo does and listens to him* *presses his lips together briefly and at first doesn't really know what he should say or what he's allowed to ask* *brushes his thumb over the back of Matteo's hand and eventually says* If you want to tell me more about it... about your mother or your parents you can do that anytime... doesn't have to be now... but maybe sometime... *looks up at him and gives him a brief, tender kiss on his mouth* *murmurs* I'm here, okay?

Matteo: *nods slowly* *smiles at the kiss* Okay... maybe some time... later... after you've met her... *kisses him again and automatically slides closer to him*

David: *smiles at Matteo's words and nods* Okay... *gets another kiss and feels how Matteo slides closer to him* *softly grabs his neck so that Matteo won’t release the kiss and deepens it* *runs a hand through his hair, which is still damp from the shower and then back over his neck and his cheek* *a feeling of happiness rushes through him when he thinks about the fact that he can kiss Matteo whenever he wants now*

Matteo: *makes out with David on his armchair a little longer until his stomach rumbles once again* *laughs and apologizes* *they decide to get some food and go to the kitchen to make some sandwiches, which they take back to Matteo's room* *they then move from the armchair to the bed* *at some point, Matteo puts on some quiet music and they lie there and talk* *Matteo tells him a little more about his friends, who is or was dating whom or who's crushing on whom, what they are like* *David talks a little about Laura and his godmother* *at some point in the evening they order pizza and Matteo manages to get it and be back in his room without being held up by one of his flatmates* *after eating the pizza they are more quiet and make out more than talk*

David: *really enjoyed the entire day with Matteo and felt incredibly comfortable* *found it interesting to learn more about Matteo's friends and thus more about Matteo and thinks that being with him like that has a completely different meaning now as finally nothing is standing between them anymore* *is lying on the bed with Matteo after eating the pizza - by now both of them only in their T-shirts, as sweaters and hoodies were getting too warm - and enjoys the closeness to him and that they don't need many words right now* *runs his fingers over Matteo’s neck while they kiss and can't really resist the urge to be even closer to him* *therefore deepens the kiss and moves closer to Matteo* *pushes his leg between Matteo's legs and wraps his arm around his back* *moves his arm softly up and down his back*

Matteo: *feels a pleasant shudder when David pulls him closer* *has his hand in David's hair and pushes himself even closer to David* *kisses him and notices how his entire body reacts to David* *his /entire/ body* *panics all of a sudden as he doesn't know what he should do and might do something wrong* *pulls away from David and exhales deeply* Sorry... I... *is still slightly out of breath and has to collect himself a little* Well, I... *swallows hard and then looks at him* I have never...

David: *because of the closeness to Matteo he can feel that all this making out doesn't leave Matteo unaffected either and notices that he feels the same way* *doesn't have any idea where this might lead to but is too aroused to think about this now* *lets everything happen and loses himself in this feeling and is therefore slightly confused and a little breathless when Matteo suddenly pulls away* *asks himself briefly if he did something wrong and it takes some time for Matteo's words to get through to him* *swallows and then smiles slightly when he understands what Matteo is trying to tell him* *puts a hand on his cheek and looks back at him* Me neither... *gnaws at his bottom lip and tries to sort his thoughts* *asks quietly* So you never, ever? Neither with boys nor girls? *thinks that the question sounds somewhat stupid and blushes slightly* *assumed that Matteo had slept with Sara but likes the thought that apparently that wasn't the case and that it will be the first time for both of them*

Matteo: *immediately feels stupid and thinks that he shouldn't have told him and should have just kept going* *but then he feels David's hand on his cheek and relaxes a little* *closes his eyes briefly when he says he hasn’t either and is somehow extremely relieved* *opens his eyes at his question* *can assume that David is talking about Sara and shakes his head* No... boys never offered themselves... and with girls... I didn't want to... *bites lightly on his bottom lip* So... well... it didn't come out of nowhere that she was able to put two and two together so quickly, I guess...

David: *laughs at Matteo's words and feels his heart do a little jump* *knows that it probably shouldn't matter but it still means something to him that apparently they'll make this first experience together* *thinks that right now Matteo looks so open and slightly unsure but so beautiful that he just has to lean forward to kiss him again* *searches for words and eventually says quietly* So far, that was out of question... there wasn't anybody I trusted enough that it could have even come close to that... *moves closer to him again, gets a little nervous and feels his heart jump to his throat when he whispers* But with you, I could imagine it...

Matteo: *immediately closes his eyes when David kisses him* *looks at him again when he talks and feels even the last bit of tension leave his body* *nods slightly at his words and feels his heart beat faster* I feel the same... *closes the distance between them and kisses him again* *at first softly and tenderly but then he deepens the kiss and pulls him a little closer* *is about to carefully push his hand under David's T-shirt when there is a knock on his door* *can’t even react before the door opens and Hans is standing in his room* Hello, my butterfly, Linn said... Oh! Hello! *Matteo sat up to at least attempt to shield David a little* Hans, out!

David: *almost beams when Matteo says that he feels the same, but then gets kissed and pulled closer by him* *deepens the kiss together with Matteo and quickly realizes that they pick up right where they left off earlier* *flinches when there is a knock on the door and only seconds later Hans is standing in the room* *blushes and gets flustered and is relieved when Matteo sits up to shield him a little even though he immediately misses being close to Matteo* *hears Hans laugh at Matteo's request: "Oh, you sweethearts, I didn't want to interrupt... let me know if you need anything! Keep going! Have fun"!* *blushes even more at Hans' words but actually hears the door close and then it's quiet* *lays there petrified and shocked for a moment but then he pulls Matteo back down and half on top of him* *grins slightly* You heard him… keep going... *searches for his lips again and deepens the kiss* *eventually puts a hand under Matteo's shirt and softly strokes it up and down his back* *loves how soft his skin is there and realizes that he wants to feel more of that* *at some point hears distant voices coming from the living room - Mia and Hans: "Why can't you fold your laundry in your room for a change!!? Give them some privacy!" - "But here I'm closer to the action... in case they need anything..."* *stops listening to the discussion but still feels a little under observation* *is glad when it soon gets silent again in the living room but can't quite turn off the thought that somebody is sitting there, listening to every noise coming from Matteo's room* *hears Hans laughing loudly all of a sudden and stops the kiss a little* *murmurs* We could also go to my place...

Matteo: *laughs a little when David pulls him back toward him* *manages to suppress the interruption and continues* *can also hear the voices coming from the living room and thinks that somehow this isn’t great* *sighs when he hears Hans’ laugh and pulls David back* *is really glad about his suggestion* Yes, please… *gives him another short kiss and slowly pulls away* Sorry... I never thought they'd all stay home on a Saturday night... *gets up slowly together with David* *both of them get dressed again and Matteo stops at the door* Okay... the plan is get through the living room quickly, grab jackets, bag and shoes and then we're out of here... don't give Hans any chance *grins a little*

David: *laughs quietly at Matteo's answer and grumbles a little when he slowly pulls away after the short kiss* *doesn't want to let him go at all* *shrugs at Matteo's apology, smiles and murmurs* No problem... you couldn't have known... *gets up with a sigh and puts his sweater back on* *then says* Maybe my sister will be at home, but she usually spends her evenings in her room and probably won't disturb... *at least he hopes so* *would really like to continue what they started without any interruptions* *grins at Matteo's words once they're at the door and nods* Okay - go in and win... or rather: go in and flee! *gets ready and follows Matteo when he opens the door* *has to grin when he sees Hans sitting in the living room in front of the TV with a pile of laundry and doesn't react to his comment: "Oh, do you need anything?! Are you leaving"?* *only grabs his stuff, puts on his shoes quickly and leaves the flat with Matteo* *has to laugh when the door closes behind them* Made it! *briefly pulls Matteo against him and kisses him hard but brief* And now let's hurry... I want to continue where we left off!

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[chuffyfan87]

Growing Pains. Part 7b

Later on in the evening after they'd eaten the girls gathered their art equipment and headed down to the beach.

Beth found herself watching Emily.

Emily balanced her paintbrush between her teeth as she sketched a few guidelines on her canvas.

As Beth watched Emily, she couldn't be sure if it was because of the light but Emily looked even more beautiful than usual.

Emily was totally lost in focusing on the sunset and her painting so she didn't notice Beth watching her as she drew in her sketchbook.

Beth drew Emily in her sketchbook. It was one of several drawings Beth had done over the past week. She'd always been more interested in drawing people than landscapes. Emily was the perfect model without even realising.

Emily finally finished just as the sun dipped below the horizon and the moonlight began to sparkle across the water.

“You’re like the moon.” Beth told Emily, “Just as beautiful.”

Emily blushed not sure what to say in reply. After a few moments she finally spoke. "Fancy going for a paddle?" She giggled.

“Sure, why not?”

The girls kicked off their shoes and ran into the water, splashing each other as they did so.

They played in the sea for a while.

Emily plonked herself back on the sand wet and giggling.

Beth giggled as she sat next to her. “That was fun!”

"Yeh. I love the sea." Emily smiled.

“I noticed.” Beth moved closer.

"It feels and sounds so soothing."

“I agree, it does.”

"At home my room is in the loft so it's great for stargazing. Though the views are nowhere near as spectacular as they are here."

“Oh wow! Really?”

"Yeh, I have an easel set up in my room and everything." Emily grinned.

“That sounds amazing.”

"It is. You'll have to come over sometime and I can show you."

“Yeah I’d like that.” Beth met Emily’s gaze and smiled.

"I can ask mum to cook something nice. She's a really good cook, way better than my dad."

Beth lent forward and kissed Emily.

Emily froze. What the..? She wasn't sure what to do.

Beth smiled shyly as she pulled away.

"I... Um..." Emily stuttered.

“Sorry.” Beth sighed. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

"Its ok. I didn't realise you felt like that..."

“I really like you. Don’t you?”

"I do but I like Jamie too and I... I don't know..." Emily rubbed at her tummy.

“Are you okay?” Beth asked noticing Emily was rubbing her stomach.

"My tummy goes funny sometimes. When I'm nervous or worried." Emily explained quietly.

“Ah that’s not good.” Beth smiled sadly, “I didn’t mean to make you worried.”

"I just... I..." Emily chewed her lip. She was so confused. She was drawn to Beth but at the same time her heart fluttered whenever Jamie was nearby.

“I won’t kiss you again. Can we forget this ever happened?”

"If that's what you want." Emily replied.

“I don’t want to upset you. I didn’t mean to.”

"I've never had someone kiss me before." Emily admitted.

“Sorry.” Beth smiled sadly, “We should go back, shouldn’t we?”

"Its ok." Emily started to gather her things. "Yeh we probably should."

It was quiet as they began to gather up their things and walk back.

Once they were back in the dorm and it was time for lights out Emily lay in her bed staring at the ceiling. It was all so confusing. Reaching into her bag she took out her phone and texted Jamie. She asked him to meet her by the fountain as she needed to talk.

Jamie agreed and was sat on the edge of the fountain watching the water when Emily arrived.

"Hi." She greeted him softly as she sat down beside him.

“Hi. You ok, Em?” He asked.

"I don't know." She sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

"I found out that someone likes me. I didn't realise that they felt like that and I'm really confused."

“Who’s that?” He asked gently, trying to get her to open up.

"I don't want to say." She chewed her lip. "What would you do?"

“I don’t know, Em.” He paused, “What’s making you confused?”

"I thought they were a friend. I like them but I don't know if I like them like them. Coz there's someone else that I think I like like."

“Have you told them this?”

"The person who I like or the person who likes me?"

“The person you like.”

"No coz I don't know if they like me or not."

“Speak to them? Tell them?”

"I'm too scared. They're so much cooler than me. I worry they just think I'm stupid."

“Why would anyone think that, Em? You’re great, funny, really beautiful.”

Emily blushed, her heart beating hard in her chest. She fiddled with her fingers in her lap.

“You’re cute too.” He smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear.

She tilted her head up to look at him.

Jamie held her gaze for a minute.

Emily found herself getting lost in his eyes as she lent forward to kiss him.

Jamie returned the kiss for a couple of seconds.

As he pulled back Emily found herself even more confused.

“Em? You’re so beautiful. But I’m nearly an adult. And it would be wrong.” He smiled sadly.

Emily sighed. "I won't tell anyone." She promised. "Can we just have tonight?"

Jamie nodded and kissed her again.

Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

They made out for a while at the fountain.

Emily's head was reeling. Jamie made her feel things but so did Beth... It was a bit of a complicated mess for her. She felt Jamie's hand come to rest on the top of her shorts. His other hand was tangled in her hair and her arms were still around his neck.

He stroked her skin over her shorts.

Emily pulled back slightly. "Do you want me?" She whispered.

“In what way?” He whispered.

"Do you want to sleep with me?" She smiled seductively.

“You’ve only just turned fourteen, Em...” He stroked her cheek.

"That's not a no..."

“I don’t want to sleep with you, Em. You’re too young. Save yourself for someone special.”

Emily pulled back, anger flashing across her face. "You just think I'm a stupid kid don't you?!"

“No I don’t think you’re a silly kid.” He replied.

"If you didn't then you'd jump at the chance."

“You know I could get into trouble for sleeping with you?”

"If you wanted me then you wouldn't let that scare you." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“I’m not going to have sex with you.”

"Fine. Fuck you then!" Emily screamed before running off.

Jamie sighed. Fucking hell, he’d made a mess of that, hadn’t he?

Arriving back in her dorm Emily sat on her bed and began to cry. She felt sick, confused, worried and scared.

Hearing Emily's tears Beth got out of her bed and came over. Despite what had happened earlier between them she couldn't bare to hear the younger girl crying. Sitting down next to Emily Beth hugged her. “What’s wrong?” She whispered.

"I did something stupid." Emily mumbled.

“What’s that?”

"I was confused... I had a fight with Jamie..."

“What about?”

"I can't say... I promised..."

“Ok.”

"I'm sorry. About earlier."

“Me too.”

"You took me by surprise." Emily explained, placing her hand on Beth's cheek.

Beth tilted her head closer to Emily’s hand.

Emily smiled softly and then kissed Beth.

Beth returned the kiss.

The kiss quickly heated up and the girls fell backwards onto the bed.

They made out for ages, Emily on top of Beth.

They eventually parted and lay in each other's arms.

"I... I need to be honest with you..." Emily murmured.

“What’s about Em?”

"I, um, I kissed Jamie earlier. I like him. But I also like you. I don't know what to do." Emily admitted.

“Ah, ok.” Beth smiled sadly, “It's complicated, isn’t it?”

"Really complicated." Emily paused. "Have you ever liked boys or just girls?"

“Just girls.” Beth replied.

"When did you realise?"

“When I was about your age.”

"Ah right. What do we do now?" Emily asked, she was timid and full of questions. This was all very new to her.

Beth kissed the top of Emily’s head. “We go to sleep, it’s late.” She smiled.

"You should probably go back to your bed, shouldn't you? So we don't get caught."

“Yes.”

"We can talk in the morning."

Beth nodded. She moved to get up, “Goodnight Em.”

"Night Beth." Emily replied, giving her a light kiss.

The next morning at breakfast Emily spotted Jamie across the room and froze.

Beth didn’t notice, she was too busy having breakfast.

Emily was torn. Should she go speak to Jamie and try to clear the air or avoid him for a while, hoping it would all go away?

[limpblotter]

Bed sheets & Bluejeans

a/n: because taz has taken over my life, and I clearly hate happiness summary: Barry hangs on to his fondest memory of Lup warning: spoilers, sadness, implied death(s) w/c:~1.6k

“Mm…” The sun was hitting the back of Barry’s head so nicely it was warming him up from the scalp down to his toes. He soaked up the late morning rays, his body aching from a night of…exciting rumps of delight. His legs tried to untangle themselves from the bedsheets. They were probably the second softest thing Barry has ever felt.

First was Lup’s hair. Her hair was silky, short blonde hair, a beautiful undercut that exposed a tiny written tattoo in Elvish she shared with her brother. Or maybe her eyes, they were soft not to touch but they were…soft. She had a sharp tongue, that was naturally inherited but she had a way of looking at Barry. A way of looking at people with both a steely certainty about life but tenderness that eased. She was both fiery and determined but the fire was only hot enough to warm a cheek than scorch a hand.

Barry’s hand instinctively started reaching for his bedmate. His hand skimmed along the pillow a few times, then started to dig into the sheets looking for something, anything. He brought his hand up and patted the empty space and his eyes yanked open like rolling blinds. Without his glasses his vision was so poor but through the blurred lens his eyes were naturally built on he made out a figure floating several inches off the bed. “Lup?” He narrowed his eyes a bit.

“NoooOoo I am a ghooooost of your former lovers” Lup giggled forging a terrible “ghostly” accent.

Barry arched one eyebrow and sighed, “Very funny Lup, I don’t have former lovers unless you’re the ghost of Lup, then that makes you Lup.”

“Pshaw, Barry Bluejeans I know you were a ladies man before I got Elven deep into your heart.” She teased, with a flick of her wrist she gently handed him his glasses saving him from his natural state of morning blindness. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

Once his vision was regained Barry sighed in relief getting an eyeful of what was probably the best view in all of the planes of existence. Lup floated with a leathery brown book open and pencil in hand, she wore one of Barry’s oversized jeans as pants and what looked like to be his white shirt, tied at the front right under her chest so it looked baggy yet cropped. She was…the most beautiful woman Barry had ever seen. “Morning…”he smiled softly, noticing she was very intently writing something down. “how did you sleep?”

“I don’t”

“Right I meant how did you tra—“

“And even if I did, I would have to say poorly, you snore…like a lot.” Lup smirked a bit, Barry’s face turning bright red from her small tease. He turned his face to hide his embarrassment from the woman he had been falling for long before…this happened.

“Look I have bad sinuses…” Barry turned his head back to defend himself in front of her. What if snoring was the real deal breaker?

Lup’s eyes narrowed a bit, “don’t move!” She hissed, “go back to turning your head, it was perfect.” She wiggled her pencil at him.

“Wait, what? You want me to turn around why—“

“Barry I swear to GOD if you don’t do as I say I’m going to tell Taako you sleep whistle too and you sound like a dang train.”

With that Bluejeans kept his head turned to his profile for some time. He sat in utter silence, well aware that his beloved as up to something and Lup wasn’t the type to share her plans until she was finished. Of course, it was one of many reasons why Lup was so loveable to Barry. She was an unreadable mystery; she was strong and needed no one to see her thoughts. It made Barry jealous that Taako knew her so well. It almost seemed liked Taako was all she needed to confide in…something that made Barry feel down for a long time.

That was until she let him in. Somehow, some reason…this wonderful, beautiful, strong woman let someone like Barry Bluejeans into her thoughts. Into her heart…and into her bed “Finished!” She proclaimed with glee. She laid back in midair admiring her own handiwork.

“Well?” Barry turned his head, feeling the tension that was building in his stiff neck ease a bit. “…can I see?”

“Hmm nah.”

“But you just said you were finished.” Barry pouted, watching the devious glint coat Lup’s smile.

“And what of it~”

“Let me see!”

“MAKE ME, COWARD.” Lup teased him, thankfully for Barry her teasing did help. Lup pushed Barry outside of her small comfort zone and now there was no turning back. She changed him, for all the better. Barry got to his knees and lunged at her, wrapping a thick, manly arm around her frame and pulled her out of her leviative state. “BARRY!”

“Yes?~” He smirked having Lup pinned to the bed by his muscular arm. “Do you have something to show me?”

“Yes, it seems I’ve found your balls.” She sneered a bit, she clutched the book tighter to her chest, sticking out a small tongue at him defiantly.

Barry nodded a bit looking defeated, “cool, cool” he took off his glasses with his free hand and set them safely aside. In one swoop he dipped down and started blowing raspberry kisses all along Lup’s shoulders and neck.

The room erupted in laughter, mainly Lup’s loud, gleeful giggles and the fart sounds coming out of Barry’s mouth. She kicked her legs against the bed and giggled until her ribs felt like they were going to cave in on her lungs. “Ok! Haha!! Okokokok! Here, take it!” She shoved the book to Barry giving her a chance to both breath and wipe her giggly tears from her eyes.

Barry proudly sat up against the bedframe. He slid on his glasses again and opened the journal to where Lup had stuck her pencil as a bookmark. When he did he was taken back, there was not a sketch but several of him. Perfectly sketched profiles of Barry, some were older. Some were of him drinking coffee or at the table, some were of him talking and completely unaware of Lup’s spying on him. Some were of him sleeping, face into the pillow with his mouth open and drool…

Then the one where he was looking away from here, chest exposed, covered in bedsheets, hair a mess… Barry always felt like the drab sorts even more so now that he had Lup who was anything but drab. However, there was something in the way she drew him, the way she captured him. This was Barry through Lup’s eyes. The coworker, the friend, the thankless navigator and hardworker, the sleepy lover…and for the first time in Barry’s life he felt his ego grow just enough to think…

The Barry that Lup was in love with…wasn’t half bad.

“You like it?” Lup rolled over and wedged herself under his arm between the journal and Barry.

“…you’re so talented, Lup.” He spoke with a soft wonderment.

“Nah, I just have a really good muse.” Barry looked down at Lup was she spoke, his eyes softened as he took in every feature. Her smile, her high cheekbones, the way her blond short hair fluffed up before she spent the few hours it took to magically straighten her locks so they were pin straight like a razor. He counted her white freckles against her warm olive tone skin like stars against the night sky. He got lost in her berry colored lips and bejeweled eyes and…

There was more to her…there had to be. Barry felt his memory fizzle, like someone had thrown steam into the room. A white haze, a fog started to build around Lup. Around the room, around everything. Suddenly everything but Barry was foggy, the space in the bed, the book in his hand.

“Barry?” Her voice sounded far and strain.

“Lup!?” Barry looked down feeling the fog move over her face, her eyes, her lips which were turned down into a terrified frown. When he tried to cup the face he was certain was just there his hand went right through the fog. As the white cloud was pushed aside he found he was laying in a bed, in an empty room with an empty sketchbook and pencil by his side. He turned to the space beside him and found his pair of jeans and shirt folded nicely, but wrinkled as if someone had just been in them. “Who…was here?” He muttered to himself. “Who…”

 “…who?” Taako blinked, as Barry tore his gaze from his memory, from the map. Barry made contact with Taako and he too, for a second, wondered who. He opened his mouth to ask the question back at the elf when a wind pushed Taako’s hair back over his shoulder. He lifted his arm to stop the gush from blowing the strands of blonde over his face when Barry caught a glimpse of the tattoo scrawled on Taako’s wrist.

Tattoo…

Blond hair…

Barry turned to the map and felt his gut sink into his spine. “Oh god…Taako, I—I can’t remember her face!” He reached into his robe and pulled out the small book, his back to Taako as he flipped through the pages. She was real, he knew she was real.

He paused at the sketches of Barry, the different faces and poses he was in naturally. His eyes lingered on these sketches, she made them. Lup…Lup…Lup…he fought against the fog that slowly consumed every trace of her from her smile, to her laugh, to the way she held his hand and never let go. Barry’s heart lurched, he couldn’t…he couldn’t live in a world where Lup simply didn’t exist, he refused it.

He would never. He wanted to remember her like this, remember the way she made him feel. He wanted to be the Barry in her sketches. 

Barry tucked the book back into his vest and turned to Taako, “Taako…kill me, please.”

He’d remember her, even if it was the last thing Barry would ever do.

[soulkiba]

I saw you reblogged one of those ask memes. I want you to answer all of the questions!!

Alright here I go~

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?Nah neither of us would be straight enough for that in the first place.2. You talked to an ex today, correct?Nope, don’t have one.3. Have you taken someones virginity?Oh jeez, no.4. Is trust a big issue for you?Well...usually not really, I tend to trust people pretty easily but it just takes time for me to really get comfortable with them.5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?I would’ve really liked to but unfortunately no.6. What are you excited for?Hmmm...can’t really think of anything rn tbh.7. What happened tonight?Nothing really special, stayed up skyping with friends until around 3 AM, drew and played some Video games.8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?I guess disgusting is a kinda harsh word? Or not the right one. I just get really uncomfortable around people who are really drunk, not only girls, just in general.9. Is confidence cute?Hmmm...not really for me? I guess I think people who are insecure about things are at times more adorable then people who are very sure of themselves. Though now that I think about it, I guess people who are confident can be cute in their own way too?I’m just gonna say eveyone is cute.10. What is the last beverage you had?Iced Tea.11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?I would say one.12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?Nope! I actually thought about getting some from times to times but was never really sure of it.13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?Either skyping with friends or watching something on youtube with some snacks and relax. Actually sounds a bit sad now that I read that?14. What are you going to spend money on next?I can see my dumb ass investing money into video games again but I need a new Laptop for the School I’m going too so that should probably be the next thing I actually need to buy.15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?Never kissed someone before!16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?Yeah I think so and I’m pretty scared about that.17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?One of my best friends, @nueps . Oh and definetely @gonjcat too. You guys are awesome.18. The last time you felt broken?Huh...I’m not sure, lately I’ve been doing a bit better but I think it should’ve been last Winter, not 100% sure which month though.19. Have you had sex today?Nope, don’t have anyone for that anyways.20. Are you starting to realize anything?Uuuh...don’t think so rn.21. Are you in a good mood?Not really? Just woke up and I’m still pretty tired and a bit anxious.22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?Yeah sure. I mean, as long as I won’t do it alone cause I would probably be very scared. But sharks are awesome.23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?Not sure what the colour of my Dad’s eyes actually are but I don’t think so.24. What do you want right this second?Uh...something to drink. I should get something, hang on.Update: Had Iced Tea right beside me but didn’t see it.25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?Well...if we are in an relationship I would definetely get really scared and insecure and ask them why they did it, probably immediately jumping to the worst conclusions.If it’s just like, a crush or something I would probably just stay silent but still would get pretty bummed out.26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?Yup, never dyed my hair before. Wouldn’t really have any idea what colour anyways.27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?Thats...a weird question? I don’t think so too. Cause I laugh when I am happy and if they don’t make me happy, why should I date them then?28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?The friends that I skyped with yesterday. Or more like, today but very early today.29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?Nah.30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?Well...thats a hard question. I would say yes but sometimes there are just people who I wouldn’t really give a second chance.31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?Nope not at all.32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?Don’t have feeling for anyone right now.33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?Oh boy howdy, definetely not.34. Listening to?Right now to Caught in the Middle by Paramore.35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?Oh yeah all the time, especially in my sketchbook.36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?Again, never kissed anyone before.37. Do you believe in love at first sight?Hmm...yeah.38. Who did you last call?I think my brother? Either him or my Dad. And well, if you count skype calls then one of my friends though I’m not totally sure who.39. Who was the last person you danced with?Never danced with someone.40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?-insert the usual here-41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?Oh god...never? I guess? I ate muffins before but not sure about cupcakes.42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?Nope.43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?Eh...I dunno I never really had a real crush. And I rather wanna forget the one time I kinda crushed on someone for the first time cause that was just embarassing.44. Do you tan in the nude?I don’t tan at all but theres people who tan nude?45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?*insert jazz music*46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?Eh, kinda? I hung up the call once I got very sleepy and pretty much immediately head to bed after that.47. Who was the last person to call you?On my phone my brother, via skype @warriorvolga .48. Do you sing in the shower?Nah, I can only really sing along to music and often when I’m showering my mind usually just goes kinda blank and I can’t really think about anything specifically.49. Do you dance in the car?Nope, I sometimes move my head to the music but really not much.50. Ever used a bow and arrow?Yeah but not really like a professional one. My dad had an old, fairly small wooden bow with some wood arrows lying around in our garden. It was fun to use until I shot all the arrows into a tree and never saw them again.51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?Like, 2-3 months ago for an application I had to send.52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?Oh no, not at all. I think I’ve never really seen a real one but they look like alot of fun. Gotta watch Hamilton someday, seems like that is a really popluar and cool one.53. Is Christmas stressful?No not really. I really like Christmas, for me its just a really pleasant and calm time. I just really like the whole atmosphere.54. Ever eat a pierogi?Yupe, even made them myself once in Russian class.55. Favorite type of fruit pie?Either strawberry or tangarine.56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?Strangely I’ve never really had much plans about that when I was younger. I remember saying once in elementary school that I wanted to be an archeologist but that was probably just because it sounded cool.

57. Do you believe in ghosts?Uuh...no not really. I would like to believe that theres definetely is more after death but thinking about death is still a pretty unpleasant topic for me.58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?Oh yeah totally and its so weird that I sometimes think there something supernatural going on. Well not really but its just very, very weird and its especially with things like League of Legends where it sometimes feels like I’ve seen a certain scenario or play before. It doesn’t happen toooo often but still.59. Take a vitamin daily?Nope.60. Wear slippers?Oh yeah absolutely.61. Wear a bath robe?Nah that feels a bit unnecessary. Though its kinda fun wearing them.62. What do you wear to bed?Ususally older shirts that I don’t wanna wear over the day anymore and some comfy pants.63. First concert?I think I’ve never actually been to one before.64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?Don’t actually have any of them over here in Germany.65. Nike or Adidas?Uuuh...I don’t really care but I think I have/had more Adidas stuff then Nike?66. Cheetos Or Fritos?Again, don’t have neither of them here but I don’t even know what Fritos are so I’ll go with Cheetos.67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?Peanuts! But I don’t think I’ve really tried Sunflower Seeds before.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?Don’t listen to her but that one with all the screaming goat edits was pretty ok.69. Ever take dance lessons?Nope~70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?Thats actually a pretty interesting one but...hmm...nah can’t really think of anything specific. For some reason I thought about carpenter though.71. Can you curl your tongue?Yup!72. Ever won a spelling bee?Nah, we don’t specifically have spelling bee’s over here anyways. I think?73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?Hmm...no I don’t think so? Definetely can’t remember it.74. What is your favorite book?Gotta have to admit that I really don’t read alot of books. I usually got trouble to really get into them but it’s the same with like, fanfiction and short stories and stuff. Last Book I finished was like, the second book of Eragon in what, 6th grade. It was pretty good though.75. Do you study better with or without music?I honestly can’t say, I think I study better without it but I don’t really like studying without it. I recently tried studying with this site called A soft Murmur where you can just turn on specific sounds like rain, waves or fire and that was really nice. It’s good for relaxing or falling asleep too.76. Regularly burn incense?No? Do people do that? Does it have like, a specific smell or something, I really don’t know why you would burn incense and kinda feel stupid about it.77. Ever been in love?Nope, and honestly, I’m still conflicted if I would like to be in love with someone in fear of rejection. Thats probably why its hard for me to crush people too, I just don’t really get my hopes up. And being really socially insecure and awkward and incredibly bad at handling conversations really doesn’t add to that. So I guess I just hope someone will fall in love with me eventually. It’s an nice but also sad thing to think about.78. Who would you like to see in concert?Oh boy...hmm definetely Young the Giant, thats still one of my favorite bands ever.79. What was the last concert you saw?Wait didn’t we had this question before? Hold on.Ok nvm the other question was about “First concert”. But still, never been to one before but I think the last time I watched a bit of one on Youtube was from an Gorillaz concert.80. Hot tea or cold tea?Hot tea, Or well...iced tea I guess.81. Tea or coffee?Tea. coffee is just to bitter for me.82. Favorite type of cookie?I guess just plain old chocolate cookies.83. Can you swim well?Oh god no, I have an awful stamina. Like, everytime when we had to swim laps in PE, I was atleast two laps away from the other when they got done. I usually did them in the end but I was just, really bad and it was definetely no fun. Usually I actually like water but I don’t like taking my shirt off so I haven’t been in the water for awhile now.84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?Yup. Not for super long though.85. Are you patient?I guess that depends on my mood. Usually yeah but I get very uncomfortable when I’m feeling bad or anxious . But yeah, most of the time I’m pretty patient. Or definetely don’t try to show it when I’m impatient.86. DJ or band, at a wedding?Band. DJ just sounds pretty weird? I’ve never been to a wedding though so eh, maybe DJ’s can be pretty cool too.87. Ever won a contest?Not like a big one, no. There was a drawing contest which I partcipiated at once and I got second place there. No idea how many peopel actually participated there though. I got 20€ though.88. Ever have plastic surgery?Uh...no. And probably won’t get one either. Definetely not planning it.89. Which are better black or green olives?Don’t really like either. The black ones look cooler though.90. Opinions on sex before marriage?Would definetely be fine with that, don’t think why you should wait until marriage for that. Except some like, religious influences I guess? If there are some in specific religions, I really don’t wanna go to deep into that.But I kinda think of sex as an really intimate act of showing that you really trust someone. Like, I think I would only have sex with someone I really trust and with someone who I actually do love. But again, I never had sex so maybe I just see it a bit differently.91. Best room for a fireplace?Living room. Make it as cozy as possible.92. Do you want to get married?Yeah I think so. If only Germany actually had gay marriage.Sorry for the tons of typos that are probably in this whole thing!

[surveysbygracelynn]

What do you want for your birthday? I’d love for my own apartment to fall into my lap by then. 

What’s your favorite flavor of tea? Chamomile is fun to drink. 

What’s your favorite fall drink? Salted caramel mocha / hot chocolate! 

What’re you going to be for Halloween? Idk. my past few halloween costumes have been A+ so I kinda have to step up my game. 

Do you think you’ve learned a lot and grown a lot in the past year? Uh... I’ve probably grown. 

Are you satisfied with how you’ve spent your year? I guess. Some days were better than others. 

What’s something you’ve learned lately? I mean, I’ve kind of always believed this but everything happens for a reason. 

Do you have a lot of friends? I don’t really socialize with a lot of people regularly but I have a lot of people I could potentially reach out too. 

Do you own a yellow scarf? No.

Do you own brown shoes? Also no. 

Do you own anything leopard print? Hmm. Not sure. 

Will you buy a cake for your next birthday? I don’t really like cake so probably not 

Are you counting down the days until your birthday right now? Nah. 

Are you excited for something currently? My next day off. LOL. 

If you could change just one thing about your life right now, what would it be? I wish that Brandon could be here. 

What’s your favorite color? I like purple. 

Have you ever been to a school dance? Kinda, but no. 

Do you make a list of goals at the beginning of each week? Nope but that would be something lol 

Are you artistic? Not really. 

When was that last time you drew a picture in a sketchbook? A while ago

Is there a tree right outside your bedroom window? Yes.

Is it windy right now where you are? Yes

Is it raining? It is. 

What’s something about you that makes you different from everyone else? I don’t know. A lot of things I guess. 

Do you dress the same way as your peers? I don’t really have peers, but my friends my age, yeah. 

Do you talk the same way as your peers? Not really. 

Do you have the same life goals as your friends? I think so. 

Are you having a good day? Eh. I mean, it started off blah. I was kind of annoyed my boss caught up to me with work. But I took a longer lunch and I felt a bit better after that. 

Is your hair red? Nope. 

Do you like brownies? Yes.

Have you ever dressed up as a witch on Halloween? I think I have but I really can’t remember. 

What’s one color that you never wear because it doesn’t look good on you? I don’t know. I’ve been embracing more colors lately and so far all of them look ok. 

Have you ever been to a masquerade? No.

Do you eat vegetables? I do. 

Do you wear leggings? Yes.

Is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40? Stephen Colbert. 

Who is the most inappropriate person you know? Probably Adam. 

What year in your life do you think you were the least attractive? I mean, I guess middle school.  Did anything bad happen to you in August? Uh... I think August was a pretty good month, actually. I went to Lake George for a full weekend. I saw my college friends. 

Who in your phone has a heart after their name? I don’t think anybody does. 

What was the last movie you watched? With who? I’m not sure, honestly. 

Anything you’re avoiding? I guess doing search team stuff. And processing emotions.  lolol 

If you could have one thing right now what would it be? My own apartment, honestly. 

If your parents searched your room, would they be angry at what they’d find? I don’t think so. Maybe if they looked in the books I’ve started writing emotions in. 

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Yes

Have you given somebody more second chances than you can count? Idk. I guess. 

After breaking up, what’s the worst? Probably just wondering why they couldn’t be honest with you in the first place. 

Do you think your last ex deserves to die? Nah. 

Do any girls like the last guy you kissed? I don’t know. He’s pretty sweet, so I wouldn’t be surprised. 

Are you happier now than you were three months ago? I’d say I’m a bit happier - my employment is more secure lol 

Honestly, are things going the way you planned? Not at all. Lol but it’s alright. 

Have you done anything sexual today? No.

Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t or won’t? Probably. lol 

Do you have a second mom? Nope

Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Nah. :P