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apple-salad · 2 days ago

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Not Rose Basket: An Approx. 5 Year Old Remake Project

In which I attempt to make a Rose Basket JSK.

Read below the cut for my process and crafting notes.

Did you know that all Mary Magdalene "prints" use commercial fabric excepting Perfume Bottle (their first and only original print)? What this potentially means is that scraps of fabric featuring familiar MM motifs sometimes can be found floating around. It seems like at some point, someone found the original Rose Basket fabric and had it made into a JSK (likely by the handmade Taobao store that is known for making MM replications if the buyer provides fabric) in Mary Magdalene likeness.

The resulting item was a good attempt, especially given that the maker only had tiny stock photos to work out the general shape and print placement, but definitely there was something to be desired...

When I saw this JSK for sale, I felt that I had a decent remake project on my hands. I had already been looking for MM (or MM-like) materials for a while, so I figured I had the capability to bring up the piece to its full potential. I don't usually take on larger/i.e. actual garment projects, but this piece was a very strong case for giving it a try.

However, such projects are not without their pains, aren't they? Even with some semblance of a garment existing in the form of this dress, one may as well have been starting from scratch.

Unfortunately I didn't take many photos of the "before" dress so the pictures I do have don't really give it a fighting chance (it's so wrinkly and overexposed), but the shape was pretty much all wrong. However, it had good bones due to good fabric being used, and I knew I could make it better.

Laid flat and from afar, the JSK actually looks okay but there are numerous areas where it falls short. I'll talk about them shortly.

I was initially pretty excited to work on this project, so I pretty much seam ripped it apart right away after receiving it. Little did I know it would sit in parts in a bag for years...

Part 1: Trying to remember what I was doing 5 years ago

In terms of materials, I searched within Japan/Japanese sources using Mary Magdalene's original material terminology as reference. Unfortunately it had seemed that the original "shirurido" lining material had been discontinued, but it had a successor material that was almost identical when I bought a small amount, so that ended up not being a worry. The original lining is a little bit offwhite/ivory, so I purchased white lining and tea-dyed it. This colour will likely lighten as I wash it.

Many think that this light lining material that MM often uses ("for spring and summer" garments) is cotton, but it is actually 100% polyester! However, it does have a great hand feel and seems to have wicking properties as well, so there's no reason to discredit this poly.

Oddly, the wine rose basket specifically uses this kind of more chunky/slightly less structured braid. The other 3 colorways use a firmer type with the same wavy style. I managed to find a shop that carried both types and just bought as much as I felt was appropriate.

I was actually told that the firmer braid had been discontinued (which maybe explained why MM chose a different one for wine--there wasn't any stock of the other braid in red?) at the time (this was ~2017), but currently as far as I know the loose braid has actually been completely discontinued now and another company has picked up selling the firmer braid (maybe the machine that makes it was purchased by another company).

Dot tulle was thankfully not difficult to find. The colour matches perfectly, so I knew I had the right one 🙂

Now, let's break down the original dress.

Note that I did have the original Rose Basket (in a different colour) to use as a reference, which helped immensely.

The silhouette is obviously not quite right, although attempts were made to match seams similar to the original. The measurements are also different (likely made to match the buyer's requested dimensions) with the bodice being a little bigger. The skirt is also shorter, but I think that is just a mistake of the original seamstress.

The tulle is not very nice/cheap looking and the lace is also totally wrong. Those definitely had to go, so ripping off the lace and taking off the lining was first priority.

The lining material was a light cotton. It was okay, but cotton lining doesn't have the slipperiness of the original lining fabric so I preferred replacing it.

The lining and skirt lining would be completely remade from scratch, but obviously since I only had a dress' amount of original rose basket fabric, I would have to use what I had.

I initially focused on the skirt because it was the easiest portion to tackle as a pleated rectangle.

The original dress had the tulle sewn/serged onto the main fabric. This is...you could say, "incorrect", and changes the way the tulle sticks out of the skirt (as you can see in the comparison pictures), so I opted to just cut it off as closely to the serged edge as possible. It seemed sensible to leave the edge alone (rather than rip out the serging) since at the time I didn't have a serger of my own and the edge being already hemmed is convenient.

The original dress uses some kind of serged edge+blind hem stitch, while the replica more lazily folded over the bottom edge and used a line of stitching to secure both the braid/lace and the hem.

When comparing the length of the skirt to the original rose basket, the replica actually has more fabric folded into the seam due to the method used. Thankfully, the length of fabric used for the skirt was actually pretty much perfect when using the old hem fold and I guess the shorter appearance may have been due to other factors (cut of the bodice and length of tulle lace used maybe?).

Because it was easy to leave things as-is, I used this same hem fold and sewed the new braid onto the hem with two lines of regular straight stitch for security (two lines of stitching are consistently used on MM garments to secure braid or lace, although some older items may only have one line).

(I actually made a mistake here which I'll get back to later)

I attempt to use a method similar to MM to create the skirt lining layer. Dot tulle is cut into strips, gathered carefully (I don't have a ruffle foot so I used 2 lines of straight stitch+gather by hand since it tends to gather more evenly and look nicer than using only one, and I wanted to use some care here) and then attached to the skirt lining.

Without a serger, I used my machine's hemming stitch (it's a bit ugly, but it worked okay) and then topstitched the ruffle flat.

I also tried to take advantage of the lining selvedges so I wouldn't have to hem. Any extra fabric with raw edges I had to sew on to match the hem circumference of the original lining also was roughly machine hemmed.

The dot tulle doesn't need to be hemmed, but MM has neatly clipped the bottom edges of any tulle seams so the seam looks cleaner, therefore I did the same. (Sorry the picture seems to have turned out a bit blurry)

I can't really remember well, but I think it was at this point that I initially thought my job was done until I realized that the replica dress' pleats did not line up properly with the original. The widths were all wrong, possibly because the original seamstress had to make some modifications to the skirt pleat proportions to match the adjusted bodice measurements?

The skirt circumference and the way the fabric is cut for the skirt is somewhat different from the original dress, so I had to do some careful adjusting to get the pleats to have the same width and overall appearance as the original dress. I think some of the pleats are not as deep as they should be but you can't really tell with the final result. Such is the trouble when you have to work with what you have and there is no extra fabric available!

It was at this point that I took a break from the project because the bodice was next and that was, of course, a very daunting task. I think I had marked out some seam lines for adjustment on the front piece, and I had also decided that the back piece could remain sewn to the side back portions since they weren't too far off from the original appearance (the original back panel is actually only one piece of fabric with darts--the seamstress of the replica had used 3 separate panels for the back instead, so there are inevitable differences).

I also spent some time making new bows for the rose basket as I was not satisfied with the ones included with the dress. I don't have any pictures, but I dyed cotton sateen dark wine and that was a huge pain since red is a very tough colour to dye. I also made some mistakes with my bow making method (they were initially interfaced and used too much fabric in the middle which made them look too thick), so they were also left as unfinished pieces for a while.

Anyway, many years pass...

Part 2: The revisit

I would like to think I am maybe older and wiser 5 years on, with a more sewing expertise, but I'm not really convinced about that. Anyway, maybe I was better equipped for trying to adapt the bodice because I have a mannequin now.

I had previously had a bit of trouble fussing with the curves of the bodice flat with my fabric pieces, so I threw my mint rose basket on the mannequin and tried to match the seams carefully. Although...this mannequin might have been a tiny bit busty for rose basket and deformed the shape a bit.

Apologies for the cutout PNGs from here on out, the background was way too chaotic for me to let you see it.

It is at this point that I am wanting to put the project down again and really not enjoying working on this because trying to gain a rough pattern, and carefully match seams is not very fun and rather exhausting, requiring a lot of back and forth checking things and making sure I don't mess anything up.

After marking seams and having some confidence in the shape, I sew the front back to the sides again.

Thankfully, it seems like the pieces have enough fabric to create an original-looking bodice, but I suppose that was my expectation given that the original bodice measurements were a little larger than the actual MM dress. It's interesting to see where the original pattern cuts differ compared to how they should look and be sewn.

My first attempt at sewing the front together had a little too much of the print stripes showing at the sides, so I brought them in a little and tried again. When scrutinizing where the print is placed relative to the seams of the original JSK it once again becomes clear where the pattern cuts were a little off in the replica, but it isn't too bad and I think this result is almost indistinguishable.

There is a decent few centimetres of excess fabric at the sides (which was completely expected as the extra bodice room of the inital dress had to go somewhere), but I avoided cutting it down because it's precious extra fabric...

The only real modification the back needed was some small adjustment of the corset loops. I think I had also previously increased the seam at the very bottom of the back side panels because the original dress has this kind of "widening" (circled parts) that gives it a slight dropped waist.

I check both front and back portions, and when I am satisfied with the result I sew one of the side seams together.

Pretty much a completed bodice, the other side seam is left alone for now since zipper insertion will come last.

I can sew on the braid now. It is at this point while I am looking at the braid and realizing that is has a "right side" that I seem to have sewn the braid onto the skirt wrong (those many years ago...)

A 50% chance of getting it right and it was wrong!

While I'm sure a regular person would not care, I felt that it was worth repairing the mistake so the dress could be as close to the original as possible.

Fixed trim on the right.

I spent a few grueling hours ripping out the braid and reattaching it in the same method as before.

Braid also attached to the bodice.

I am wishing I had a complete dress by now, but unfortunately not...getting the bodice lining sorted is next...

MM's Rose Basket has a facing using printed fabric, however since I have no extra fabric to use for it and the dress I was working with didn't bother with adding that kind of detail (the original lining was just plain cotton with no facing panels at all) I decided to use this untextured rose basket fabric.

I originally considered just using the same lining fabric for the facing panel but seeing the dress laid flat with a matching printed facing is a detail that somehow enhances my enjoyment of looking at it a lot.

This fabric is from a reprint of the rose basket fabric from a couple years ago. It is also discontinued now but is very lackluster compared to the older fabric in my opinion. It is a rather thin quilting cotton and doesn't seem as vibrant as the original fabric, and has slightly different contrast colours. While you could still make a garment with it, I feel like it doesn't match up to the fabric used on the old rose basket because of the new fabric's sheerness.

However, given fabric supply limitations (i.e. I don't have anything) I think it's a decent nod to maintaining having self-fabric for the facing and will not be seen when worn.

Lining pieces are similar to the bodice pieces I traced out earlier so I used them as a reference and checked the shape with the lining panels on the original dress (on my mannequin).

The back lining seems to have a centre back seam as opposed to the outer fabric layer that had no seam/darts, and is made from 4 panels total.

Lining complete.

Next I attach the bodice lining to the main bodice piece, along with the straps. I mark where the straps should go based on my reference rose basket, sandwich them between the bodice pieces, pin and sew.

I left the straps as-is from the original replica dress. These are made from two strips of fabric sewn on each side, vs MM having used one strip and folding it in half. Just a different way of achieving the same thing, I guess. Of course I would have preferred the method to be "same as the original" but once again, no extra fabric... (I think I may have asked my SS to ask the seller if they had any extra and to include it if so, and the seller said they didn't have any...)

I also sew an elastic channel (sort of like topstitching) all the way along the top of the bodice about 1cm wide for later.

At this point I think that I seem to have pleated my skirt lining wrong. however, I may have just misinterpreted the other side of the lining pleats as the side that was "wrong", so I ended up having to repleat multiple times in my own confusion.

[it hurt itself in its confusion!]

Anyways, after that fiasco I baste the pleats down and attach the skirt lining to the bodice lining so I can check the length.

It's coming together!

I sew the outer skirt to the outer bodice fabric next, a step that makes me very nervous because if the seam shaping is wrong I feel that it could mess up the silhouette of the dress quite severely. To try to diminish this, I baste the bodice in sections to the skirt by hand, frequently checking beside the original dress.

I ended ripping out my basted skirt pleats and re-pleating the entire back because I didn't feel like the pleats were aligning well.

After sewing the outer skirt to the bodice, I once again check that the lining length is okay (it was a bit too long at the back), finish inner seams etc.

I added the elastic to the channel I added earlier now. Unfortunately I think I should have encased the elastic while stitching in the channel because it was a huge pain to get distributed properly and I had to unpick some sections to get the elastic to spread out and then carefully try to invisibly re-stitch. The elastic is gathered more around the armpits/sides than the front and back.

Last task is attaching the zipper. The dress has a completely encased invisible zipper with no zipper tape edge showing from the inside. It seemed like the lining was sewn on separately after the main fabric was sewn to the zipper, but I ended up folding over and seaming the inside by hand because it seemed too complicated for me to sew the lining to the zipper cleanly with my machine at my current ability level.

Zipper attached, definitely a lackluster job... I don't have a proper zipper foot and the cheap plastic invisible zipper foot I have is definitely not helping with keeping the zipper allowance even. I hope to fix the skirt seam alignment issue here and sew the zipper seam (especially near the top) closer to the fabric, but I'm not entirely sure if I'll ever be motivated to do that since the dress is now "wearable".

I actually also carelessly clipped the excess zipper tape at the top thinking that was what I should be doing even though it seems like MM has cleanly folded it in on the original dress 😢 (can't attach a photo as I'm pushing the post image limit as it is)

Since it was kind of getting down to the wire to the day I wanted to wear this dress, that was when I roughly finished/handsewed the lining to the zipper tape on the inside so the dress can be worn without any terrible consequences. What I should do next is fold in all the upper seams nicely, actually machine sew the lining to the zipper tape so the seam is clean, sew in a hook and eye to the top of the zipper, and add threads to secure the lining to the inside of the skirt + loops for the ribbon belt, but as of now that has not been done.

Dress finished (?) (how does it look beside the real rose basket now...?)

Unfortunately, I feel like I'm not entirely satisfied with how this turned out because although I had tried hard (especially at the beginning) to have clean work, as the project went along I think a lot of places ended up sloppy (like stitching lines on the inside), and the final piece still didn't end up exactly like the original (the bodice seems to be a little shorter somehow but I had no extra fabric especially along the side panels to make it longer, so I think it's a point that I can eventually accept).

Anyway...to finish off I finally add the lacing ribbons and prepare the detachable ribbons.

For the bows + ribbon belt, I have a length of cotton satin ribbon and finished off the bow brooches I started previously. For whatever reason, mint rose basket has burberry material bows, but I believe all the other colourways use sateen bows so I used cotton sateen for these. The original wine dress did come with a long, wide poly satin ribbon and two detachable small ribbons, but I have no idea where I put those relative to the dress and I didn't really like the way they looked anyway.

I took my old handmade bows apart to fix their dimensions (they were slightly too long) and also fixed how the middle fabric was folded, and then sewed them to some nice sharp brooch backs.

While ironing, I noticed that apparently I didn't rinse the fabric well after dying and adding water made the bows bleed. Not great. (I later soaked them in dye fixative and the bleeding issue seems to be better now)

These pictures use the bows from my Valeria JSK (which seem to be approximately the same wine tone), but it's always nice to have a separate set for each dress. I may remake yet another set of bows with a different cotton satin (slightly thinner, not self-dyed) eventually.

Finished, or at least as finished as things are going to get for now.

As I will be wearing this JSK in future outfits, I'm a bit torn as to how I will tag and label it in posts. The design for sure is Mary Magdalene's, and this dress is a big tribute to it, but it's also definitely handmade and not legitimate MM. I'm actually not even confident about labeling it handmade by myself because I didn't technically hand make all 100% of it (at this point, only the initial cutting out of pieces was not my own, but somehow this lack of initial patterning and cutting step bothers me and makes me feel like I didn't put in all the work a handmade piece usually would be). I will probably have a hard time not adding some additional comments each time it comes to adding a label to it in future photos.

Anyways, now I have Rose Basket at home.

Thank you if you read all the way to the end like this!

#lolita fashion #mary magdalene rose basket #handmade

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luckycharmedpuff · 3 days ago

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Rebels {Theodore Ed.}

Mattheo Ed. | Theodore Ed.

Pairing: Bro's bsf!Theodore Nott x Reader Summary: Uni! AU where Reader finds herself the designated 'nurse' for her brother's best friend, a botched job doesn't stop her from being called back. Word Count: 5k Warnings: shitty writing because I got busy and lazy lol. Unprotected piv, semi-possessive Theo, hair pulling, slapping, use of the word cock since that's apparently an ick for some of you guys. It's a quickie so don't expect 5k words of pure smut.

The first time Theo was dragged next door by Enzo and Blaise, was the day after the dean of the school warned him against any more infractions.

Theo, of course, still got into a fight within an hour after his football win. It wasn't his fault that the losing team was filled with a bunch of whiny bastards. Those bastards could, however, throw a mean punch.

The problem sat in, the infirmary would tip off the dean, and Theodore would get at least a suspension and kicked off the team. Which would most likely result in the team losing this season.

That's how he ended up being cooed over by a bunch of sorority girls while he headed towards Enzo's new stepsister's room. Something he wasn't quite sure he was ready for.

The first time he had met Y/n was over the summer, right before her transfer to his school. She had been sweet and funny up until drinks and a game of truth or dare sent them both into sour moods and bickering everytime they saw each other. Theo still wasn't clear about what happened. He hadn't even wanted to play.

So, watching Enzo raise his hand to knock on her door wasn't exactly settling for him. Especially when it was to ask her to help Theo.

It opened before his friend's knuckles could rap against the wood, and any sign of hesitance had disappeared when Dean Thomas opened the door. No, instead, Theo had the sudden urge to throw up. He was sick, now. Maybe even a little angry.

"Uh, sorry. I was just leaving," Dean muttered, jacket on his arm and clothes wrinkled. Theo could have even sworn he saw some lip gloss on the corner of his mouth too.

Uh, sorry. Like they'd personally taken offense to the girl's choice in men. Enzo and Blaise beat up one person earlier in the year for being a dickhead to her and suddenly everyone thinks she's untouchable.

Enzo had expressed relief about the notion until it brought out the dickbags that only saw it as a challenge. Theo honestly didn't give a shit. She'd hate him either way.

"What do you guys want?" Y/n sourly greeted the trio. "I'm studying."

"Studying what? Human anatomy?" Enzo grumbled, dragging Theo into the room

"Chemistry, actually." She reapplied some lip gloss before turning to Theo. "What happened to you?"

"Some loser on the opposing team doesn't seem to realize it's not cool to tag team a fight," Theo said, climbing onto the bed and stretching out.

"It's not cool to fight. Period." Y/n scrunched up her nose. He might have found it cute if he allowed himself to. "You're all sweaty."

"He's also in need of that fancy little first aid kit of yours." Enzo smiled. It was the smile that seemed to charm everybody but the guys. And apparently Y/n.

"There's an infirmary for that, no?" She lifted Theo's feet from her bed and dropped them over the edge callously. He'd only let her because he was too exhausted. At least, that's what he told himself. It definitely wasn't that he'd take whatever touch he could get from her if it didn't end in an argument. Even if it did...

"They'll kick him off the team if he goes there. C'mon please?" Enzo took her arm in his hands shaking it. When pleading didn't help, he went to bribery. "I'll pay for your laundry for the next month."

"You mean Mom will." Theo watched Enzo huff and attempt to think of a new bribe. Defeat only just crossed his face before Y/n laughed. "Whatever. Just get out. This room is barely enough room for two, let alone four."

Theo's pulse skyrocketed at the thought of being alone with her. It was bad enough being together in a group.

Once Enzo and Blaise left, I shut the door. "Ten bucks they leave with dates."

"Twenty they leave with a bunch of numbers and dates." Theodore grunted back, moving to her side to watch out the window. He groaned as he sidled up next to her, holding his side. The guys had left in no time, hands free of anything except a girl each. He huffed before struggling for his wallet and fishing out some cash.

"First come, first serve in this house," I giggled, taking the cash.

It always started like this. We joked. Everything was calm... Then eventually, one of us said something stupid. It would seem now he was opting out for silence. Theodore must've been really hurt, then.

With a sigh, I found the kit, washed my hands, and sat next to him on my bed, really taking a look at him for the first time since he had entered. I had to hold in a gasp. There were multiple wounds from his eyebrows to where his skin disappeared below his jersey. I could only imagine what lie beneath it if he had been battered by cleats.

I started with the biggest problem, a nasty gash that sat in the middle of his brow bone, clearly cleaned up prior to his arrival. There was still a small piece of paper towel stuck to it.

I silently shook my head before peeling off the paper towel. Theodore hissed, flinching back before sending me a displeased look. Big baby.

I cleaned the gash, hand on his jaw to keep him from squirming. Another sigh left my body.

"What, Doc? Can't fix me?" Theodore's tone was light, but I could sense something... else there. Tension.

"Not unless you want to be the first person to be stitched up by me." I rooted through the kit, pulling out surgical thread and a needle, watching with barely contained amusement as he leaned away.

"Absolutely not. Don't you have some of that fancy tape? That should work." Then, Theodore started going through the kit, leaving a disorganized mess in his wake. He found the "fancy tape" and held it up proudly.

"That's for after stitches, Theodore," I huffed, grabbing it anyway. I knew he would argue if I didn't. "It won't heal well."

"Better than if you shove that needle through my face, I reckon." He was probably right. I wasn't a nurse or even a woman training to be. My major wasn't even in the medical field. So, silently, I used the tape to close the wound as best as I could before moving on.

Half an hour went by before I awkwardly pointed at his torso. "Are you bruised?"

He laughed, before removing his jersey. "If you wanted to see me shirtless, you could've just asked, Sweetheart."

"If I wanted to see you shirtless, I would have just asked," I scoffed, avoiding his eyes as much as I could. I was curious, and truth be told, his mouth had been extremely tempting while I was inches away from his face.

When I first met Theodore Nott, I knew he was trouble. Thing was, I hadn't cared because in his case, trouble came with a pretty face and charming words.

Then that stupid, childish game happened and now we were here in my bed, doing one of the most unromantic things you could do when a hot guy was in your room shirtless.

His torso was more purple than his normal skin tone, some spots even a little swollen. "God, Theodore. The hell did you say to them?"

"Why do you assume I started it?"

I levelled him a stare, grabbing some gauze. "I don't have half of the things or expertise you really need. I mean, if you're this badly hurt, could they really put you at fault?"

"Doesn't matter to them. An altercation is an altercation. And for the record, they approached me. Not my fault they couldn't handle the loss. Or the... pointers I gave them." Theodore sucked in a breath as I started wrapping his ribs, a soft thud coming from the wall as his head hit it.

"Okay, so you didn't start it but you instigated it? That's not much better," I whispered, for once hoping it would start an argument to distract from the fact of Theodore's bruised abs being right in my face. God, he was so fit.

"Let's talk about something else. I'm too tired to argue." I looked up, raising an eyebrow at him. That's the first. "Dean Thomas. Chemistry, really?"

I let my hands get less than gentle as I taped off the gauze. He swatted my hands away.

"None of your business. You're done, anyway. Unless there's something else you need fixed?" My eyes ran over his exposed skin, double checking for anymore injuries.

Theodore laughed a stupid little "gotcha" laugh before shaking his head and tossing a hoodie on. "Nah. Uh, thanks, by the way."

"Thank me by never bringing this," I gestured to his face ", to my house again."

Three weeks later, I was being accosted while walking in-between classes. It had been a peaceful day, with many wins, but it seemed I had gotten to the end of that rope when Theodore Nott came storming up to me.

It was the first time I had seen him since my step-brother had dragged him to my room. Of course, said brother was following sheepishly behind the man, along with Mattheo.

"Look at this!" Theodore half-shouted, pointing at his brow. "So much for your skills."

On his brow, was a pink scar slicing through the middle, where the gash had previously been. I bit my lip to contain the mixture of anger and laughter that began bubbling up to my throat. My face grew warm the longer I stared at him, accompanying the warmth growing in my belly.

"Honestly, I told you that you needed stitches." It was my turn in line and I ordered, turning toward my brother and Mattheo. "Coffee?"

Over their orders, which the barista hesitantly took, Theodore continued on. "I look ridiculous."

"Yes, Theodore, you do look ridiculous shouting at me about something I warned you about. And here I was thinking that you were avoiding altercations." I grabbed the four coffees, rolling my eyes at the barista. She didn't see it, since she was too busy ogling Theodore and his stupid eyebrow.

He, on the other hand, was too busy looking around to see how many people were staring. His tone became more composed.

"Right. Well, fix it."

"Fix it? You just got a free coffee because of it." I regretted saying it the moment the words fled my mouth. And the next ones.

Theodore, Mattheo, and Enzo all looked at me like I grew a head.

"What? Some girls like when guys look all roughed up and scarred. There's like a million romance novels that prove it. That barista seems to be one of them." I pointed toward the coffee stand, completely ignoring the fact that I was also one of them and that the attraction I had toward Theodore was getting harder to fight off.

"Damn, maybe I should get in a fight," Enzo muttered, checking out the girl.

"Your mom would kill you. Now, I have class. Leave me alone."

"Fuck you!" The guy standing in front of Enzo said, glancing between the group. "Maybe if your sister wasn't such a bitch, then-"

Theo couldn't help but knock the dude on his ass. He may not have gotten along with Y/n a lot, but no one got to speak of her that way. Hell, he'd probably lay Enzo out if he tried.

But also, something had changed that day in her room. For him, at least. Even if she had been a tad ill-tempered with him, Theo's mind had wandered so off course when she was up close and personal with him, fixing his face.

He thought about what her lip gloss might have tasted like and what else her hands could have done for him. It was like he had met her for the first time again, and he allowed himself to think about her just how she was. A beautiful, sexy, intelligent woman who had captured his interest with a single glance.

But, she was still Enzo's sister, annoyingly righteous and snippy. Certainly not a bitch, though.

Theo crouched, hovering over the guy's face, "Are you done yet?"

"Not even close, Nott," the man replied before tackling Theo to the ground, throwing and missing, most of, his punches. An insane urge to laugh flooded him then, before landing his own shot on the guy.

That was, until he was being pulled up to his feet. "Fuck, Theo. Why can't you listen?"

It was Enzo, grumbling as he pulled out his phone and put it to his ear. "Look at you mate, you're a bloody mess."

"Don't call her, I'm fine."

"Too late."

"When I said don't bring it to my house, I meant don't ask me to help you again. Not make a house call for my assistance," Y/n said in a way of greeting Theo.

"I tried to tell him not to. He's... stubborn."

"Well, have you tried not getting into fights? That seems like a great start." Y/n sat on the edge of his bed, facing Theo as she picked up his hand and scrutinized it, doing the same to his other hand. Gauging similarities and differences, no doubt. She changed the subject, then. "You think I'll leave with a new number in my phone?"

"From this house? Unlikely," Theo snorted, trying to keep the curiosity out of his voice. "Why, though? What happened to Dean?"

Y/n just sighed, a frequent sound that left her mouth, as she began cleaning his knuckles. He made sure to keep the discomfort from showing this time. It wasn't that bad anyway.

"Let's just say... he failed his chemistry test," she glanced up. "Seems I have you to thank, though."

"For what?"

"For defending me from Austin," she said, a small smile on her face. "He was... grumpy from my disinterest."

Theo scoffed. Grumpy. How she managed to make any part of this situation cute, was unnerving.

"Yeah, well. Only I can be mean to you."

She laughed, a genuine fucking laugh that infiltrated his heart hook, line, and sinker. "Sure, Theodore. We'll go with that."

Theo sighed, watching her apply some ointment before wrapping gauze around his hands. She was so gentle, as if he'd just completely break if she hurt him anymore than necessary.

A comfortable silence filled the air as I finished up with his hands. I left the wound on his face for last, putting off the inevitable. It was difficult having our faces so close together and not really being able to do anything about it. I mean... he didn't like me like that.

I sighed, bringing a wet cloth to his mouth. There wasn't much I could do for the cut, and I told him that.

"You could kiss it better," he said, quickly growing red in the neck. So much for not thinking about kissing him. I didn't think he'd meant to say it, so I hummed, diverting the conversation away from me.

"Actually, I was going to suggest you keep it clean and dry. Better not to go kissing anyone. And don't pick or bite at the scab. So, especially no biters." I dabbed some Vaseline on his lip. "And try to keep it moisturized. Lip balm or petroleum jelly."

Theo nodded, going quiet as I cleaned up a spot that had smudged Vaseline below his lip. I glanced at his blue eyes, focused on something below my face, and I glanced down, finding that my shirt had been pulled a bit, revealing thin, black lace hugging my breasts.

I cleared my throat, standing and fixing my shirt. "I'm, uh, done now. Next time isn't free. I have better things to do than fix you up every time someone pisses you off."

"Like what? Study for a chemistry exam?" Theo walked me to the door, more walking me into the wall, caging me in. "I'm more fun than that."

"You're more trouble than that," I corrected, body stiff so I didn't squirm. He was so close his shirt was brushing against my crossed arms, the soft material beckoning for my fingers to scrunch it up in my fists, pulling him-

"Yet, here you are not getting away." Theo smirked, bringing a hand to my face. I shivered as it trailed my cheek. "Why now? I was starting to think you hated me."

The reminder of why I had been so short with him in the past flooded through my brain, ridding me of any want to touch Theodore.

"I don't hate you. Strong dislike ,though." I pushed against his chest, opening the door.

Theo followed Y/n out, stopping in the living room area of the fraternity house. When she was gone, he slid his hand across the side of his head.

Frustrated, he turned to Enzo and Mattheo. "Okay, why doesn't she like me? I don't get it."

Mattheo snorted before going straight faced. "You serious mate? You made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with her within six hours of meeting. Of course she hates you."

"What? No I didn't. Pansy said Y/n wasn't interested. I left it at that." Theo shook his head at Enzo who was laughing. "What?"

"Mate, I think you blacked out at one point. You were dared to spin a bottle and snog whoever it landed on and instead of taking a shot instead of kissing her, you took three." Enzo looked between him and Mattheo.

"And told her you wouldn't kiss her if she was the last woman on the planet. She called you a child, Enzo punched you, and the party ended. It wasn't until the next day that everyone realized you were shitfaced," Mattheo said, still laughing. "Guess she didn't get the memo."

"Well, I didn't mean it! I was just pissed she told Pansy I wasn't her type. I'm everyone's type!"

"Oh, you didn't mean it?" Enzo said cocking his head. Theo prepped himself for a fight before Enzo snorted. "Relax. If anyone could get your head on right, it's her. Might do her some good from being shut off in her room all of the time, too."

"Pansy was also lying. Most likely. I mean, it takes forever to learn something personal from Y/n apart from some vague, sarky answer." Theo looked at Enzo, who nodded. He wanted to crawl in a hole. Of fucking course. Pansy had been trying to add him to her roster that whole summer.

"Shit. Fuck. Shit." Theo mumbled, running out of the frat house and looking in every direction before realizing she was gone. Why did she walk so fucking fast?

Disappointed and frustrated, he walked back into the house like a puppy with its tail tucked and ears back, slouching on the couch.

Then he turned to Enzo. "I thought you said some Ilvermorny bloke gave me that shiner."

"Then he said that he wasn't looking for something serious." Pansy droned on about her ex-fling while looking for a new one. I was listening, but I couldn't care less in the moment.

I picked at my borrowed school spirit shirt, a cropped tank that showed so much cleavage that I wasn't sure it could be considered anything but lingerie.

I wasn't even sure why I let her convince me to come to this after-game party. This wasn't my scene, and watching girls fawn over my brother and Theo sounded about as much fun as walking on Legos. They hadn't arrived yet, but I'm sure it would happen.

"What about him?" Pansy asked, gesturing toward Austin.

"If you're into desperate assholes, sure," I mumbled, earning a famous interested look from Pansy. "Theo got into a fight with him because he was shit-talking me."

"Ah, never mind then."

I shifted on my feet, finally deciding to leave. "Pans, I think I'm gonna-"

"Here's some of our crew!" Someone said, throwing their arms around Pansy and me, effectively splashing their drink on me. Great.

"Enzo!" I screeched, brushing him off.

"Oh, relax. I'm sure we can find a replacement shirt. Perhaps one with more coverage." Enzo laughed, scrunching his nose at my top.

"Don't bother, I'm pretty sure she was just about to bail," Pansy said, rolling her eyes and huffing.

"What? No, the party just started. And I want to talk to you, as well," Theo said into my ear, sliding his hand up my arm before beginning to drag me away. I almost missed the pissed look he sent Pansy.

"What? Have I been upgraded to sports injuries?" I awkwardly chuckled, letting him lead me to his room.

"Huh? No. I just want to clear something up."

Theo gestured toward his closet, collapsing on his bed, mumbling something to himself as I sorted through his clothes.

How I went from dreading watching girls flirt with Theo, to being swarmed with his smell because I'd be wearing his clothes in some sort of masochistic cover, I wasn't sure. I didn't want a peace offering. Not like this. So, I didn't grab anything and sighed.

"Can we just talk? I'm just going to leave anyway. There's no point in-"

"Please don't leave," Theo said crossing over to the closet and picking out a jersey. "I want you here."

I sucked in a breath. "Why? I thought-"

"That my past drunk ramblings were true, not just spiteful? I know. But Pansy-"

"Gods, Theodore. I don't want to talk about this." I tried to push past him but he grabbed my shoulder, pushing the clothing into me.

"Well, too bad. We're going to talk about it. Change first." Theo's eyes bore into mine before I surrendered, grabbing a hold of the jersey.

I didn't bother with the bathroom, just turning my back as he walked away. This was just great. I was basically trapped into this and wouldn't put it past Enzo to spill his drink on me on purpose.

I lifted the tank over my head, trying to ignore the little gasp behind me and quickly put the jersey on.

"Well?" I asked, gesturing to the jersey as I stood in front of Theo, leaning against his desk.

His throat bobbed before his rough voice went through the room. "I didn't think this through very well."

"Damn, that bad?" I laughed, shoving down the panic in my chest. Sure, the jersey didn't exactly fit, but I didn't think anyone had expected it to. I jumped when his hands slid along my neck, pulling my hair from the shirt.

"Just the opposite. Too good." Theo's hands didn't move from their spot as he took a big breath.

"Talk, Theodore," I said, focusing on my breathing. His thumb was brushing along my neck, and I didn't feel like making a mistake based off of sudden, over friendliness.

"That night. Everything was going well. Between us, I mean. Then, I was talking to Pansy and she told me you said I wasn't your type. I felt... I don't know. Led on. So I got piss drunk, and said some things that I didn't mean then, nor do I mean now. It wasn't right. And I only realized what happened a few days ago. I'm sorry."

"Well... I mean, she kind of told you the truth. Not the whole of it, but still."

Theo's stomach dropped at her words. He took a step back. "What?"

"I told her that normally you're not my type but that I was willing to put that aside-"

Like a switch was flipped with her words, Theo's mouth smashed against Y/n's, his hands back to caressing her throat.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. "Sorry. You're in my jersey telling me this and that stupid fucking lip gloss was practically begging me to get rid of it."

Y/n chuckled. "That's okay, Theo."

"Fuck, say that again." Theo gruffed, pulling the girl closer. It took her a minute to figure out what he was asking. It wasn't every day that she used his nickname, and he needed to memorize the sound of it.

I decided to just throw caution to the wind a bit, bringing my lips to his ear, a breathy moan filling my voice. "Theo."

"Don't play with me, Y/n. That's mean," Theo whispered, bringing his mouth to hover over mine.

"Who said I was playing?" I asked, my voice just as quiet as I slowly dragged my fingers down his torso to toy with his waistband. "We've wasted enough time. Don't you agree?"

"I don't know... I mean I'm sure they'll be expecting us soon." Theo looked torn between me and leaving the room.

"Listen, I'll respect if you don't want to, Theo. But being close quarters those days together, and thinking I shouldn't do anything about it... It was frustrating."

"I know. It was for me too. I can't tell you how much time I spent with my fucking hand. Ridiculous, really." That was enough to send a fiery, rampage of hormones running through my body.

"Y-you touched yourself to the thought of me?" I asked, breathless as I drew him in impossibly close.

Theo only nodded before he muttered an expletive and captured my mouth back in his. My hands cradled his face as he drove me against the desk, shoving his knee between my legs. Moans slipped through my mouth as he rubbed his thigh roughly against my core.

"Sound just as I imagined. So fuckin pretty," he muttered, grabbing my breast from under the jersey. "So soft."

"Theo," I breathed out, tugging at his shirt to get it off. "Need you, now."

"Impatient little thing, aren't you?" he asked, shedding all of his clothes. My hands reached to do the same, but after my shorts and panties hit the floor, he snatched up my hand before I could get rid of the jersey.

"Keep that on, will you? Wanna fuck you while you sport my name. Then let everyone know who you belong to afterward," he said, turning me around, and tracing along the letters on my back.

I'd be lying if I said a new wave of arousal didn't make its way through me, finding the obvious possessiveness Theo was exerting to be a turn on.

"This okay?" Theo whispered, lining up with me. His tip lightly pressed against my entrance, teasingly testing the waters.

"Y-yes, Theo." My breath was coming out heavy and staggered and my nails were digging into the desk in anticipation, seconds feeling like minutes and I waited for him to fill me up. "Theo, Baby. Please-"

Her words turned into choked moans as he pushed half of his cock into her.

Fuck, she was so wet and tight. Theo grunted as she chased after him, silently begging for more. He brought his hand to her ass, rubbing before smacking the flesh. Y/n whined, and Theo grew impossibly harder inside of her.

"Baby, be patient." Still, Theo pushed the rest of the way, eating up the lewd noises from the girl he'd been silently harboring feelings for. He'd almost convinced himself his feelings weren't real until that night in her room. Now look at him. Filling her up. Grabbing a fistful of her hair to yank her head back.

"Fuck," Theo groaned against my neck. "Your greedy little cunt is squeezing me so good. You wanted me that bad, huh?"

"Says the one who's rock hard and buried inside of me," I somehow managed to mumble before he thrust hard into me.

Theo tutted, apparently not amused by my response, and pushed my chest into the desk surface. The surface was cold, seeping through the jersey with no problem. It was a nice contrast to the heat that radiated between Theo and me.

"Fuck, I could get used to this. Bent over my desk like a little fucking whore," Theo grunted. Every few words were backed up by a thrust, and each thrust was met with a moan.

I wasn't sure what I expected from Theo, but I certainly wasn't going to complain about my predicament. My body was a fire, and he was the fuel, each thrust inside of me building up the inferno that originated in my belly. I needed more.

"Theo..." I whined, digging my nails harder into the desk.

"What, Love? You wanna come?" Theo asked, already snaking his hand around my hip. "I got you."

His assurance was soft, contrasting with the forceful ministrations he was wreaking my body with, as was the finger that began circling my clit with a nearly featherlight touch.

I was nowhere and everywhere when I came hard around Theo, my moans and whines filling the air as my body filled with static, electricity seemingly running along my nerves and lighting them on fire.

I was in bliss, as I faintly heard Theo come on my ass, muttering a string of mostly incoherent curses.

As I came down from my sex induced high, More and more started filtering through to my conscious.

The staggered sounds of being out of breath from the two of us, the thundering music barely muffled by the bedroom door. A faint knocking.

Theo, somehow already put back together, smirked at me as he helped me back into my clothes, squeezing my ass through my shorts and giving me a chaste kiss.

He crossed the room and opened the door. Mattheo appeared as if he was about to knock again. He let his hand fall as he looked us over before shaking his head.

"You're lucky I managed to check on you, and not Enzo. Otherwise you'd be fixing him again," he said, gesturing towards Theo's face. "Nice chat, then?"

"The best," Theo smirked again, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to smooth down some of my hair. I felt my face flush from Theo's insinuation, and turned my face away.

"Yeah whatever, just hurry up, will you? I'm not saving your ass again."

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haruchx · 3 days ago

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HONESTLY I LOVE BOTH IDEAS SO MUCH, but I'm a huge fan of fanfics where the character is always flirting (and teasing 🥴) the reader LOL but whichever one you post I'll love it for sure 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

"Yes Ma'am." ༄.° ⌗ One.

ᯓ★- pairing: Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader

ᯓ★- synopsis: Sanzu had never left your side since the first day you joined Bonten. This ruthless man who was tough on everyone was completely different towards you. He felt a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before. He was ready to do anything to see the reciprocation of this feeling from you, to feel your love and to possess it.

ᯓ★- w.c: 3.2k

ᯓ★- warnings: drug use, alcohol use, implied possessiveness/jealousy, vomiting, emotional manipulation (light), toxic attachment, delusional behavior, mild suggestive content, obsessive behavior, emotional vulnerability, unhealthy relationship dynamics.

ᯓ★- h/n: I wrote this at 2 am and the editing is just now finished so I don't know if it's good or not. As i said I'm thinking of adding a few more chapters to this but i don't know when I'll post it. Don't hesitate to point out any mistakes you see or parts you don't like, enjoy reading!

You are in bed, the window is open and the cool breeze of the summer night is coming in, you are about to fall asleep. It's a very quiet night for a Bonten member. Everyone had gone to the usual club except you, you didn't go tonight because you wanted to rest.

Until that damn phone rang. You were already suspicious of the fact that your peace lasted for too long. It was Ran. Ran wouldn't usually call you at this hour unless there was something important, he would be busy flirting at the club.

You groaned as you reached for the phone in anger. When you answered the call, there was loud music in the background and Ran spoke immediately.

"There's a problem. It's Sanzu again."

"There's no one else who's a pain in my ass anyway. What happened this time?"

Just as Ran was about to start talking, you heard Sanzu yelling from behind, probably yelling at Rindou.

"Get the fuck out of my way! I said I want {Y/N} to come!"

"She said she would rest!"

"And why do you know this and not me?! Why did she tell you and not me?! Are you trying to get close with her or something?! Don't you dare!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose when you heard the argument between Rindou and Sanzu. Sanzu was acting jealous as usual, even though there was nothing in the name of love between you two. Ran spoke on the phone as he walked a little further away from them.

"I warned Sanzu but he took too many of those pills and also drank too much alcohol before and after. So right now he's both drunk and high, it's a mixed thing. He does stupid things, he doesn't even listen to Mikey. He says he wants you, he also tried to beat Rindou a few times."

You sighed and got up from your bed and quickly walked towards your wardrobe to put on some clothes while answering Ran.

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute. And why the hell did he try to beat up Rindou?"

"She thinks Rindou is flirting with you or has a crush on you or something. Hurry up or I'll lose my patience and shoot him with my gun."

"Keep that fucking gun on your belt, I'm coming."

You hung up the phone and threw it on the bed, then you got a few things from the closet and quickly put them on. Sanzu was always like this, every night you weren't with him he would cause trouble and somehow bring you to him. What about his jealousy? It had been there since the first day you came to Bonten, in a way you didn't understand. He would never let you go, he wouldn't let anyone else besides him follow you either.

After getting ready quickly, you grabbed your phone and car keys and started walking towards the garage. Your phone started beeping in your hand with messages one after another. When you looked at it, it was Sanzu. Of course, who else could it be anyway? He was sending you ridiculous but cute photos that he wouldn't send to anyone else and bombard you with messages.

- where are you?

- when are you coming????

- Ran said you'd be coming soon.

- i miss you so much girrllll ♡♡♡

These were exactly the messages that high Sanzu would send to you. You couldn't help but let a short laugh escape your lips as you rolled your eyes.

- I'm coming, don't get into trouble.

- sit on your ass and wait for me.

- yes ma'am.

You got into the driver's seat of the car and quickly started it up, stepping on the gas. Sanzu would usually listen to you, but this time you weren't so sure because he was both high and drunk right now. Because it was late, the roads were generally empty. The radio was playing a few of the songs Sanzu had previously added to your playlist.

When you arrived at the club, you planned to take Sanzu directly and go back to Bonten base, so you parked the car near the garage exit. You entered the club from the back door. Sanzu was sitting on a couch with his legs spread apart and his head leaning back a bit. His eyes were half closed. There was another woman next to him and she was trying to get closer to Sanzu, while Sanzu was trying to ignore her.

"Come on.. we can have some fun tonight."

"I don't want to, you're not {Y/N}."

"Oh fuck {Y/N}! You've been saying her name all night long."

"Don't you ever mention her name like that again!"

Even though Sanzu couldn't move properly, he frowned and tried to push the woman away, not realizing that you were watching all of this. When you saw that the woman was still trying to get close to Sanzu, you cleared your throat and approached them both. Both of their gazes turned to you. While Sanzu was happy as if he had seen his favorite toy, the woman raised an eyebrow.

"What's the problem?"

The woman's tone of voice bothered you, she was acting too cocky.

"The problem is you. Can you get up?"

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are, telling me to get up?"

Sanzu wasn't even listening to the woman, his eyes were only on you and he was muttering in an exaggerated sappy tone.

"Hmm.. my woman has come for me again.."

When the woman heard this, she realized who you were and cleared her throat, quickly stood up, mumbled a fake apology and walked away.

As you stood in front of Sanzu, he placed his hands on your hips and smirked as he looked up at you, mumbling. His hands had trouble finding the right places to hold on to, and his eyes had trouble looking in the right places.

"Did you miss me that much? You came too fast."

"Miss you? Tch, that would be the last thing I'd do even if I were to die. And... who is that woman?"

"I don't know, she's nobody for me. I think she wanted to undress me. I told her I'm married. She asked me where my ring is and said a bunch of other nonsense."

What Sanzu said seemed ridiculous and funny to you right now, considering how his gaze was wandering every five seconds and how he was having a hard time keeping his head up. Still, you tried not to laugh.

"Did you say you're married? Who's your wife then?"

"What do you mean who's my wife? Of course it's you. We got married, remember?"

That stupid but somehow attractive smirk was always on his face. With all the pills he took and all the alcohol he drank, he was starting to make up ridiculous memories again. Still, it was amusing to tease him in moments like this

"Mhmm, yes we got married Haru. But shame on you! You forgot our wedding anniversary!"

A worried expression appeared on Sanzu's face and he quickly stood up but he almost fell on you because he was so dizzy. He barely held on to your shoulders at the last moment.

"Our wedding anniversary?! But wasn't that in the winter?! In February, actually! And we're in June."

"No, it was in June! I can't believe you!"

Sanzu whined and laid his forehead on your shoulder, closing his eyes. It was starting to get a little harder for him to get the words out.

"Okaaaaay, I'm sorry... I'll make it up to you, I promise. But let's not break up, okay? We haven't even had kids yet.."

Your heart skipped a beat for a moment, even though you were only joking at first. Sanzu's vulnerable state... was driving you crazy. Sighing, you put one hand on the back of his hair, patted it, and spoke into his ear.

"Okay, we won't broke up. But come on, we need to go back and you need to rest, okay?"

Sanzu made some whining noises but nodded and held onto you, putting his arm around your shoulders for support. As you walked him towards the exit, you saw Rindou watching the two of you from the sidelines. When you made eye contact with Rindou for a second, Sanzu immediately frowned and spoke angrily, although it was difficult.

"What the fuck is going on?! Why are you staring at each other?! There's something going on between you two, right???"

Rindou just rolled his eyes and walked away and you sighed as you looked at Sanzu, he had to stay calm since it was a sign of doom for him to get angry when he was high.

"No, Haru, there's nothing going on between us. We just made eye contact, that's all."

"No, that bastard is trying to take you away from me! I can tell by his looks!"

Because Sanzu thought you two were married right now, telling him that you are not even together would put him on edge. So you just continued to lead him to your car.

"You know I don't even give a fuck about him, right?"

"But what if he takes you away from me? Then I won't even listen to Mikey, I'll shoot him and his brother."

Sanzu was talking like a stubborn child as he stumbled, you had to admit that he was quite cute and charming even now. You opened the backseat door as you leaned him against the car, carefully helping him to get inside and laying him on his side.

"No shooting at anyone."

You took off your jacket and placed it under Sanzu's head as a pillow. You got into the driver's seat, fastened your seat belt and started the car after closing the backseat door. As you were driving towards the garage exit, you saw Rindou looking at your car from the garage entrance. You didn't understand what he was trying to do and every move he made made Sanzu even crazier.

Sanzu lay quietly in the backseat with his eyes closed. You spoke with a tone of voice that contained a bit of concern as you looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"Haru, are you sleeping? Wait a little longer, when we return to base I'll take you to your room and then you can sleep."

"I'm tireeeed..."

Sanzu didn't open his eyes while whining, normally if he was sober he would be ashamed of his own actions right now. You continued to drive silently while smiling involuntarily, occasionally checking his condition by looking at him through the rearview mirror.

When you arrived at the Bonten base, you parked the car in the garage in its usual spot and got out. You opened the backseat door and saw that Sanzu's eyes were closed, but thankfully he wasn't fast asleep yet.

"Haruchiyo, come on, open your eyes. We're here. I'll take you to your room."

"Can't I stay here a little longer..? Your jacket smells exactly like you. What was your perfume? YSL Libre? I'll buy all the stocks of this perfume."

You had a hard time not bursting out laughing at Sanzu's words.

"This is a women's perfume, what are you going to do with all the stock?"

"If I spray it on myself, no woman will come near me because I will smell like women's perfume. Besides, I will smell the perfume when you are not around."

Sanzu gave you a tired smirk as he opened his eyes.

"You're unbelievable.."

There wasn't a single trace of anger in your voice, just fondness. Sanzu got out of the car, first holding on to the backseat door and then to you, but he stumbled. You left your jacket behind, closed the door and locked the car. You started to walk Sanzu towards the entrance while he was still leaning on you and he started to whimper.

"I think I'm gonna throw up.."

"What?! Wait, don't throw up right away. The toilet is right over there. Hang on a little longer."

Sanzu leaned his head back as he huffed but listened to you and tried to hold on until the two of you got inside and went to the first bathroom in front of you. But when he entered the bathroom, he couldn't hold it in and fell down directly in front of the toilet and threw up in the toilet bowl. You quickly knelt down next to him and pulled his hair back from his face over his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"Shh, okay relax. Let it all out."

Sanzu closed his eyes while throwing up and took deep breaths when he finally stopped for a while. His voice was hoarse from throwing up.

"Why are you talking to me like I'm a baby?"

"What, would you rather I scold you while you're throwing up?"

"Would you scold Rindou?"

You couldn’t help but huff and roll your eyes when you heard that question. You knew it was Rindou’s fault that Sanzu kept bringing this up.

"Stop with this Rindou bullshit anyway."

Sanzu frowned and coughed a few times but still managed to look at you.

"No, answer me. Would you scold him in a situation like this or treat him like you're treating me right now?"

"I wouldn't even be around when Rindou threw up, Ran would have been there. Why should I care about Rindou anyway? You're talking nonsense."

"Rindou speaks differently, though."

"Because he wants to provoke you, don't you understand? He tries to drive you crazy by trying to flirt with me, and you fall into his trap every time."

"Because I'm scared that I'll lose you because of that bastard!"

After Sanzu said that, he coughed and threw up again while turning his head. As you watched Sanzu, you felt your heart ache for a moment with his words, even though there was no romantic connection between you two.

"Haven't you figured out yet that I wouldn't be interested in someone like Rindou?"

"What if one day you change your... mind?"

"Come on, I've been with you since day one. If I haven't given up on hanging out with a maniac like you, I won't give up on it from now on either."

You said this with a slight smile to lighten the mood, but Sanzu's facial expression still looked serious and a little scared.

"I don't feel like throwing up anymore, let's go to my room."

You nodded and Sanzu stood up with support from you. You flushed the toilet, brought him closer to the sink first and turned on the cold water, wetting your hand and wetting his face and neck with the cold water. Sanzu was just watching you, he still looked angry but he couldn't stay angry while you were taking care of him like this. While you were wetting his neck, he suddenly leaned over and kissed the tip of your nose. You froze and looked at him, he looked like a little child.

"What, why are you looking at me like that? Can't I kiss you?"

"No, you can-- I mean, of course but it was.. so sudden, y'know?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't send you a letter just to let you know before kissing you."

While you were frowning at his joke, he suddenly started laughing, but you couldn't stay serious for too long and laughed along with him.

"Anyway, please leave the 'very funny' jokes for later."

You gently dried his face and neck with a towel as you turned the water off again and began to walk upstairs to his room. No one had returned from the club yet. Sanzu had gone completely silent.

When the two of you entered his room he let out a sigh and was finally able to sit on his bed while still leaning against you. He scratched the back of his neck and tried to lie down directly but you stopped him.

"No, change your clothes first. You should wear something comfortable."

"Pfft, c'moooon!"

"Nuh-uh."

Sanzu huffed but still listened to you and while you brought his pajamas, he took off his jacket, started unbuttoning his shirt. You had to hold yourself back from staring at his muscular, toned upper body, past scars showing. but Sanzu was aware of this and flexed his muscles while smirking just to tease you.

"You're impressed, huh?"

Your cheeks turned red on their own and you smiled involuntarily while rolling your eyes. You slapped his cheek lightly, playfully.

"Shut up, I don't care about your muscles right now."

"Tch, I'm hurt."

Sanzu dramatically put his hand over his heart and smirked at you. You helped him put his t-shirt on gently.

"You need to take your pants off now."

"Oh my, are you a pervert?!"

Sanzu was still making fun of you, when he saw that you were getting more and more angry and embarrassed, he started laughing. He unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and lowered them. You looked away just to avoid seeing that.

"Don't look away, one day you'll see this every night."

"Oh shut the hell up, Sanzu!"

Sanzu was still laughing and when he took off his pants he put them aside. He staggered to his feet to put on his pajamas. While you were still not looking at him he approached you from behind. His warm breath was touching your neck and he placed a small kiss on your neck. This time he brought his lips to your ear and whispered.

"Don't try to silence me. I'm telling the truth. One day you will be mine, and the day you become my woman I will have the honor of holding you in my arms every night."

You couldn't answer Sanzu because you didn't know how to respond to those words. You turned your head to the side, and Sanzu smiled at that while still standing behind you, placed a gentle kiss on your hair.

He put on his pajamas and carefully got into bed, putting his head on the pillow. You folded the clothes he had taken off and opened the window a little to let in some fresh air.

While you were doing all these things, he was laying quietly on the bed. Just when you went to look at him, you saw that his eyes were closed and he was fast asleep. His current facial expression looked much more innocent than usual. An involuntary smile appeared on your face.

You covered him up a little so he wouldn't get cold, and even though he had already vomited everything he needed to vomit, you decided to stay with him because you thought there was a possibility he would vomit again at night, in his sleep. You were worried about him.

You sighed and leaned your head back as you sat on a couch in the room. Sanzu's words were still running through your mind. You wondered what it would feel like to.. be his woman. The feeling of being in his arms every night. These words were confusing your mind and heart even more, as you still didn’t understand how you managed to attract Bonten’s number 2.

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withluvvenus · 2 days ago

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　　　　　　　　𝓢𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 💄

　　　　welcome　ʚ　to page 2(22) 　　　　　　also known as venus's page 　　　　　　　 or being graced by a literal angel

　　who is venus ? is she the girl behind this blog ? is she also the same girl who's behind @swaggiestgirlalive ? or is she two girls or maybe even a team of people who works on these accounts ?

　　we've heard that venus is actually just a sixteen year old drama queen who has too much time in her hands , time that she shouldn't have because she needs to study for the SATs and work on her college applications . how does she have this much time you ask ? well , probably perhaps because she's addicted to tumblr , as she is with many other things . great transition , right ? and where else do you find these smooth transitions ? youtube . and who do you find on youtube ? youtubers . and this brings us to venus's favorites and not so favorites .

　　venus venus venus . . . we got a hold of this brown eyed girl ( it wasn't very hard to anyways ) and asked her about some of her passionates and not so passionates .

　　" oh my god , okay , what are some of my favorites . . . by the way hi !! what is this ? a vlog you said ? well hey vlog !! so , i really like pasta and tiramisu . . . call me a big back but that's the first things that came to my mind , okay ? i also like the colors pink , brown , and like light yellow . oh my god , gold jewelry have my whole heart as a desi girl myselfff . i love my big shirt and shorts combination , i used to read a lot but now i just don't have the time to , but my favorite books are a good girl's guide to murder and better than the movies . i whole heartedly cherish old romcoms and wish that they were made the same . i love myself , like honestly ? my appearance to my literal name , i love . i love my birthday because one of my friends told me that my numerology is 6 and 2 and that means i'm really pretty , so i'll take that ! sorry random objects i love are mirrors , my airpods , and a good bowl . random , but i love bowls . oh and forks . my favorite ice cream is chocolate ice cream with brownie crumbs in it . i like to think i'm funny and i love making people laugh . i also love talking and talking to random people , like if one of my irl friends are too scared to ask someone a question i'll literally ask it for them . what else ? i love frank ocean and PARTYNEXTDOOR right now , and also tate mcrae . i used to do dance when i was younger and easing into doing it again . . . okay i've been told my time is almost over so ummm speedrun ! i like ice water , blankets , stuffed animals , puppies , summer , roadtrips , walking , and the sturniolo triplets but especially matt ! well , love him because - "

　　yes , we lied to her about it being a vlog , yes we regret it now because we didn't expect her to talk that much , yes we cut her off when she started talking about matt because she'll never shut up , and yes , this is not the end . let's dig deep into why she named her main blog the way she did , shall we ?

　　' withluv ' is a direct coordination to the phrase ' with love ' , two words usually used to end a letter written to someone of close friendship or relationship . ' venus ' is a planet and goddess that represents love , beauty , and harmony . a poetic gesture to herself and the ones who will scroll through her posts . her side blog ? swaggiestgirlalive , we don't know what to tell you . she likes to see that blog as her alter ego , but she doesn't even know what those two words mean clearly because her side blog is more her than her main blog will ever be . anyways , in true venus fashion :

　　　　　　　　　　　　　 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘂𝘃 ✶ 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀

　　and you three are next ! @avaslosthermind , @velvetbeeez , @avelineshifts 　　　　　　　　　　　　 burn book guide

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greypetrel · 1 day ago

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Your ship and how do they sleep (when together and not) questionnaire! 💖

Tagged by @ndostairlyrium, thank you so much!

And tagging back, with no pressure at all: @salsedinepicta @diesvitae @pickelda @zaahvi @hollytree33 @inquisimer @pinayelf and YOU!

I didn't have a fully coloured picture, that's bad, I'll attach two sketches - one of them is OLD Aisling is too tall and a different bodytype sshhhht- and that's my cue on finishing at least one.

Aisling x Cullen

How often do they sleep together?

After their relationship is evolved physically, as often as they can/can get away with it without being seen by the vast majority of Skyhold. Aisling hates sleeping alone in a room, the one thing she won't miss about Skyhold is her room. Before that, a handful of time when circumstances had them with only one bed.

Where do they sleep?

In Skyhold, at first in Cullen's loft. Easier for Aisling to justify being there early morning if she was caught sneaking out by guards/anyone they didn't care sharing their personal life with. Plus: it's smaller, it's more comfy, she actually likes the hole in the roof and falling asleep with the stars twinkling there. I picture that going to sleep in Aisling's room was kind of a step for Cullen (between shiness, boundaries, feeling like he's kinda trespassing, it's too much of a step, worries about feeling trapped in -she just left all windows and doors open without him having to ask-). Aisling's room after they were public and decided to move together, it was just more practical to house both.

How do they prepare to sleep?

Cullen has a very precise routine, which now includes picking Aisling's clothes from the floor where she left them before hopping on the bed. Bickering because she doesn't see the point in folding them and he answers that he'll be the one to laugh the morning she'll have to sneak back to her room without her breeches, because she doesn't know where they are anymore. Helping each other out with whatever complex item of clothing they're wearing. They read, if they haven't seen each other before, there's the mandatory "How was your day?" question.

What do they wear to sleep?

It really depends on the activity they were doing before putting themselves to bed 👀 <<< Stealing from prev. Aisling has a collection of nightgowns that Josephine had prepared to her when she was entrusted in building her a wardrobe fit for an Inquisitor. She never used them. She just hops off anything she's wearing and sleeps in her camisole and underwear, who cares. Or, she sneakily took an old shirt of Cullen that she wears to sleep. He'll discover she did after the Arbor Wilds. Cullen I think has some softer clothes he uses for sleeping only because there are awake clothes and sleep clothes and if he wears outside clothes to bed he'll die and *looks at Aisling just shredding layers and going to sleep and shivers*.

Do they cuddle?

If Cullen doesn't explicitly tell her he doesn't feel like it, Aisling will go for cuddles as soon as he'll lay down beside her. Sit beside her. She's touchy and she's cuddly, she'll always respect a "no", particularly after nightmares she always waits for a "yes" before even touching him. But otherwise yes, as soon as she has a no go, she will cuddle. (she'll cuddle even platonically)

What are their preferred sleep positions?

On their own, Aisling curls into a ball. Cullen I get either on his side, again ready to jump up and get to action... Or listen. I'm a "Cullen sleeping on his belly and hugging a pillow" believer. When he can lay down some walls and relax more, he'll spread. Together? As in the picture above, Aisling is a big spoon. She'll climb his neck and hug him from the back. As above, is she's not clearly told not to, she'll fall asleep while cuddling him. Mainly, they sleep hugged together. Even in full summer if it's hot? She has a foot on his ankle. When Niamh comes around, it's basically a sandwich as depicted above. OH, and the dog sleeps at their feet. Always. Cullen tried to train him not to hop on the bed... With failing results.

How easy do they fall asleep?

For Cullen it's hard. Having her beside helps him, but between nightmares and claustrophobia, it's not the easiest task, for her. Aisling is one of the lucky bastards who can fall asleep anywhere, in any moment of the day. She tends to stay awake at night on purpose, always did so even in the clan, because it's the time when she can be alone, out of her social duties, and recharge batteries. Or if she's particularly enthusiastic about an experiment or nervous for something, she'll have some troubles. Again, she hates sleeping alone also because she uses other people to regulate on that. In the clan it was Radha, when she was little. Now it's Cullen.

Do they toss and turn a lot?

Not if they're not having nightmares.

Do they snore?

I think Cullen will start to snore going on with age. Aisling maybe talks in her sleeps when her dreams are particularly vivid.

Who hogs the blanket?

They're stuck to each other, so no one. If I have to choose, Aisling hates the cold, so it's her.

What do they dream about?

Aisling's dreams are polarized between The Horror and Alice in Wonderland-level of absurdity. When she's particularly stressed, Desperation comes knocking at her door, it's usually dreams of her causing her own demise and all the people she loves abandoning her. Not her first rodeo, tho, she can manage. Otherwise, it's maybe having pickles tea upside down on the ceiling with a ant-eater in a full plate of armour, a cow who's not struggling to hold the saucer and cup with her hooves an axolotl in a frac, Cole and Josephine. She hates pickles and finds tea disgusting, but Josie's looking at her with that looks that means "you can't offend our guests" so she is fought between drinking and not. She looks inside the cup so much that she falls into it, and now she's trapped in a jar of orange jam and can't get out without help, and she *can't* eat all that jam so you see it's really a predicamente and- *wakes up, the next day she proposes to Dorian to levitate a table and chairs to have tea on the ceiling. But not pickle tea.* For Cullen it's memories, and honestly the headcanon of Ali is so good that I'm struggling to picture anything (in a good way that was a great idea, please check it out)

How easily do they wake up?

Aisling: fairly easily, she's a light sleeper. She may pretend not to to steal five more minutes in bed. Cullen less so.

How awake they are afterwards?

Not so much. Aisling is groggy for at least 10 minutes. Ideally, she'd like not to be perceived in that span of time, but living in close quarters with other people kinda makes it hard. She usually pretends to be asleep until she's ready to talk to other people (if you ask her whether she's awake, she'll answer "No I'm not."). Cullen is used to be up and running from years of service. Isn't happy about it. He's grumpier than usual until he's had breakfast. Hates being awakened by other people.

#your ship and how they sleep #tagged petrel #cullavellan #cullen x inquisitor #cullen x lavellan #aisling lavellan #this was so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaah #I need to finish those pieces

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